I thought that the last story was enough to get this outta my system. Apparently not. So, here we are.

~Enjoy

"I'm telling you; you should really let me go." Clarissa warned as she glanced around at the men that littered the camp. They varied in shape and size and, quite frankly, weren't very friendly. She guessed they were no more than lowly henchmen.

The blonde sighed as she was once again ignored.

Shifting slightly, she tried to ease the burning pain that stretched across her shoulders from sitting in such an uncomfortable position. The rope that bound her to the tree – much to her dismay – was woven with strands of silver, which prevented her from using her powers to escape. She'd already attempted to wiggle free of the binds, but the knots were very secure and didn't budge. Leaning her head against the trunk of the tree, she took a deep breath.

Honestly, she couldn't even remember how she found herself in this position.

With the start of another school year quickly approaching, only a mere three weeks left until the students' arrival, most of the headmistresses' time was spent preparing. As such, early this very morning she and Leonora left the safety of the school's grounds to head into town to procure some much-needed items.

It wasn't as if the pair were forced to go. Quite the opposite actually. The fairies and the wolves could have easily acquired any items requested. However, Leonora always took it upon herself to gather her school's necessities. Something that, even post unity, hadn't changed.

And Clarissa? She just wanted to spend time with the woman she loved.

She knew all too well that their days leading up to the beginning of the term would be excessively busy. Each of them had their own duties to attend to and teachers to oversee. So, Clarissa eagerly joined the redhead.

The ride into town was spent with pleasant conversation. They'd stopped by Clarissa's favorite bakery for a quick breakfast before turning their sights on the shops. Together, they wove in and out of the stores, marking the items off their respective lists. It wasn't until they split up, much to Leonora's dismay, that the men had snuck up on her and managed to knock her unconscious.

When she'd come to, she found herself in the middle of the camp. None of the men spoke to her. In fact, most of them completely ignored her presence.

"Good job, fellas." A gruff voice called out pulling her from her thoughts. Stepping into the clearing, the new figure stalked closer to her. He was tall and muscular. His olive-colored skin was marred with scars. A black leather eyepatch rested over his right eye. "Clarissa Dovey. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Her heart skipped a beat as the man came to a stop in front of her. Not wanting to show him that his presence actually had an effect on her, she kept her voice level as she spoke. "You seem to know who I am. However, I'm afraid I don't know your name."

"Me? I'm surprised you don't know. I'm Mordrid. Leader of the B.o.D." Mordrid barred his teeth as her eyes widened slightly at the revelation.

Years ago, rumors spread about a group of Nevers who banded together under the leadership of a surprisingly competent villain. They'd branded themselves 'The Brothers of Destruction'. They terrorized the surrounding towns. Trafficking. Murder. Theft. Their list of crimes were fairly long. Thanks to their leader, they evaded the knights every time.

The teachers were warned of the group, but not once had the group made an attempt on the staff. Up until now, that is. The staff all suspected it was due to their fear of the headmaster's power.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"We heard a rumor that the Dean of Good was in town. And, I gotta say, you saved us a lot of time by coming to us. Made tracking you down a lot easier." Mordrid turned to his men. "Pack it up boys. I want to be on the road by nightfall."

Clarissa furrowed her brows. "On the road?"

"Haven't you heard? Some bloke in Blightmoore has been paying top dollar for Fairy Godmothers." He laughed. Crouching down he leaned closer to her. Clarissa wrinkled her nose as his rancid breath assaulted her senses. Reaching out, he twisted one blonde strand of hair around his dirty finger. "One of your status should easily fetch hundreds of pounds of gold. If not more. You, little fairy, are our ticket to bigger and better things. Now sit there quietly and I'll make sure you get there in one piece."

There was a time, long ago, where being in this position would have scared her. Not to say that there wasn't the underlying concern of her well-being. But, unlike before, she wasn't on her own. The familiar streak of red curls (that, thankfully, went unnoticed by the men) instantly settled her anxiety.

Leonora was here and she surely had a plan.

The blonde suspected that the plan in question involved murdering the whole lot. While Clarissa, herself, wouldn't handle things in such a way, she wasn't going to stop the witch. At the end of the day, it was in her blood. Leonora was a Never and one of the most powerful female villains to date. She had a reputation to uphold.

Not to mention she'd gotten rather overprotective since they'd started their relationship.

Clarissa decided to attempt to reason with the men, one more time. Maybe, just maybe, Mordrid would heed her warning and release her. If he did, everyone would make it out of this situation alive. "I really think we can talk this out like rational persons."

"Shut up."

"Please. I really must insist that you let me go-"

"I told you to be quiet." The leader hissed, wrapping his hand around her throat. It wasn't tight enough to disrupt her breathing, but it was a clear that he could if he wanted to. Clarissa closed her mouth.

With that one single action, the man had sealed their fate.

Instantly, a fog started to roll in from the surrounding trees. Within a few moments the entire clearing was covered in a thick white mist. Only a small circular area around Clarissa and Mordrid remained clear.

"Where is this fog coming from?!"

"What the hell is that?"

"Over there!"

"Boss, there's something in the- ah!"

"Braun!"

"Ah!"

Mordrid drew his sword and pointed it towards Clarissa. His eye glanced around nervously trying to catch any sight of what dwelled in the fog. "Whatever you're doing, stop it right now!"

Keeping calm, Clarissa stared up at the man. "I'm not doing anything."

With his attention focused on her, he'd left himself open. He didn't notice the pair of hands that reached through the fog. One hand wrapped around his head and the other around his shoulders as they drug him backwards into the mist.

"What the fu-" Clarissa winced as his shout shifted into a gurgling sound, obviously caused by the slicing of his throat. She waited patiently as silence filled the space.

The fog faded away as quickly as it came. Bodies littered the ground, and standing in the middle of the bloodshed was Leonora. Warm brown eyes traced over her lover's form as her mouth went dry.

Instead of the typical grey suit she normally wore, the redhead had opted for something... different today. A white blouse covered her torso, a deep green corset wrapped around her tightly. The black leather pants gave Clarissa a wonderful image as Lesso stood ahead of her, with her back to her.

Clarissa bit her lip, the small voice in the back of her mind reminding her that now was not the time to be ogling her girlfriend's athletic figure.

Content with her work, Leonora moved to her. With a flick of her wrist, the bindings holding her fell to the ground. The Godmother stood and attempted to smooth down her dress.

"Anemone was right. That shop did have a decent selection of grimoires. Ordered some for the start of the year. You know that one you wanted? The one about the... ruffles?" Lesso grimaced as if the word burned her tongue. Dovey rolled her eyes at the taller woman's dramatics. Ten bodies lay scattered around them, all felled by the witch herself. Yet the mere idea of an addition to clothing was enough to make her uncomfortable. "They had one copy left. I picked it up for you. Oh, and everything will be delivered to the school by tomorrow morning."

"That's wonderful! How did you manage to get them to send them over so quickly?" Clarissa asked, pressing her hands together and bouncing slightly. Now that the literature was out of the way, there were only a handful of items left that they needed to secure.

Lesso shrugged. "What can I say, I'm persuasive."

She'd been around Leonora long enough to know her tells. The smug smirk that currently sat on her red lips could only mean one thing.

"Please tell me you didn't threaten them." Clarissa put her hands on her hips, staring the redhead down. Instead of answering, Leonora's smirk only grew. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she took a deep calming breath. She loved Leonora, with everything she had. But sometimes, she really just wanted to wrap her hands around her neck and strangle her. "Lesso."

"How'd you get yourself into this mess anyway? I left you alone for ten minutes, Dove."

"Well excuse me. It wasn't my plan to get kidnapped!"

"I'm starting to think you just like the idea of me saving you."

"I mean, I'm not going to tell you no."

Lesso spun around quickly. Reaching out she grabbed the collar of the henchmen, who Clarissa hadn't seen approaching, and pushed him backwards. He gasped as his back collided with the trunk of a tree with an audible thump. The witch didn't give him time to recover as she closed the distance, pinning him against the tree. Her left arm pressed against his throat and her dagger hovered right above his heart.

"Why?" The man rasped, trying to get some air back into his lungs.

Leonora eased her hold enough to allow him just enough air to breathe. "Why what?"

"Why come for her? Why not just let us have her? You'd have the school for yourself?"

"Because, I don't like when people take what's mine." Lesso growled as she shifted to press the tip of the onyx dagger under the man's chin. He lifted his head, trying to keep the blade away. Red lips twisted upwards as she slowly increased the pressure until a single line of blood dripped down his throat. "Now, because I'm in such a gracious mood, you get to live. Spread the word. Anyone who messes with Clarissa Dovey will have to deal with me. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes ma'am."

Instantly the predatory expression shifted to one of boredom. She removed the dagger and took a step back, keeping herself placed between the henchman and the Godmother. "Good. Now go before I change my mind."

The man didn't hesitate as he ran from the pair. Clarissa stepped closer, putting her hand on Leonora's arm. "Do you think he'll come back, Leo?"

"If he does, I'll kill him." Lesso shrugged, unbothered by the idea of the henchman's plausible vengeance. Bowing slightly, she extended her gloved hand towards Clarissa. The blonde rolled her eyes at the witch's blatant mockery of her princes, but still took the outstretched hand. "Come on, Princess. You, owe me lunch."