A/N: OMG, I think it's the first time in my entire fanfiction history that I uploaded 2 new stories 2 days in a row. I just got so enspired to do an evil Baltor story that the practically wrote itself. I know this isn't the kind of story that your used from me but I think I portrated Baltor more like he is in the cartoon. I hope you like it.

I also want to say that this will be a 3-shot, that means 2 more chapters will follow and I will let you chose want you want me to write first. I know it sounds a bit confussing now but once you've read it you will understand.

A deadly choice : part 1

written by: waterbendergirl

edited by: authoress

Bloom had been to Cloud Tower more than once, and the eerie feeling that surrounded the castle had never bugged her before. But now, standing in front of its gates, her thoughts clouded and confused, she felt truly scared. The rain kept pouring, and she was soaked to the bone, but she didn't seem to notice.

Gathering her nerve, she opened the gates and walked straight through until she reached the castle's door. A few short knocks were enough to announce her presence.

"I said it before and I'll say it again – I don't care how much you admire Baltor, you're not going to see him. Aren't you groupies tired of this by now? I know I am," Icy sighed. She stood partially hidden by the door, not caring who it was.

"It's nice to see you again too, Icy. I must say, out of the three of you, you're the one I detest the most," Bloom said, plastering a big fake smile on her face.

"Oh, it's you," Icy stated, looking more than a little confused. "I don't think he knew you were coming."

"Call it a surprise visit."

"Come on in, you know the way." Icy stepped out of the doorway to let her in.

Bloom walked through the corridors towards his office, the dreadful feeling of before returning, sending shivers down her spine. The sounds of her water-logged shoes squishing and splashing with every step echoed through the hallways, but the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat, pounding wildly in anticipation of what she was about to do. She didn't hesitate for a moment as she reached his office; she just opened the door and walked straight in.

An amused smile spread across Baltor's face as he saw her drenched condition. "Didn't they teach you how to do protection spells at Alfea?" he smirked, walking towards her.

Bloom willed her heart to slow down, but his advancing had quite the opposite affect. "Let me help you." Baltor's glowing hands grabbed her own, and from them a golden second skin spread over her. When the light disappeared, her clothes were dry again.

"Thank you," she whispered, staring down at the floor, refusing to meet his gaze.

"I can think of something better, if you really want to thank me." He tilted her chin upwards, bringing her face closer to his until she could feel his warm breath on her lips.

"I didn't come here to play happy couple," Bloom stated, the strength in her voice returning. She put a hand on his chest and took a step back. "We need to talk."

"If it's about the fight, don't worry – I know it wasn't your intention to hurt me." Baltor closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She looked up, eyebrows arched inquisitively, and noted the cut on his cheek. "I didn't even knew I hurt you," she said, tracing the cut with her finger. The healing spell was simple, and in no time the red mark disappeared.

"Thank you." Baltor held her hand against his face and kissed her palm.

"Stop it," Bloom exclaimed angrily, pulling herself out of his embrace. She walked around the desk, using it as a barrier between them.

"You didn't seem to want me to stop last night," he said suggestively, smirking at her.

Ugh… why isn't he taking me seriously? Seeing no other option, Bloom just shouted out the words that had been weighing on her mind all day. "This has to stop!"

Baltor stopped in his tracks. "What do you mean, 'this has to stop'?" he hissed through clenched teeth. Bloom took a step backwards, startled by his sudden outburst. "You knew damn well what you were doing when we started this." He slammed his fist down on the desk in anger, for emphasis.

"Do you remember what I said after the first time we kissed?" He seemed to calm down a bit. "I asked you if you were sure about this, I asked you if you knew what getting involved with me meant. It meant – and it still means – that you'll be mine, and mine alone, forever.

"And do you know how you answered that question? 'I want you, I want to get to know you'." He mimicked her voice. "So now you want to go back on your words?" Baltor stopped before her, lifting her chin up so her eyes could meet his. "Well?" he demanded again.

Anger flashed through her. Of course she knew what had happened. The fear that had previously clouded her mind disappeared, replaced by determination.

Bloom yanked herself free of his grip, placing a considerable distance between them before she started to speak. "I know, but it's just getting to be too much. You know what we discussed this afternoon? The others were talking about where they could find the Water Stars, and how to obtain them." Bloom paced back and forth nervously. "They want to kill you."

Baltor's eyes widened in surprise. He knew about the Water Stars, but hadn't expected that those dim-witted fairies would come up with such a plan so soon.

"And how do you think that's going to make me feel, huh?" Bloom continued. "They'll want me to be the one to do it – they know I'm the only one with power that matches yours. And what do you think their reactions will be when I refuse to do it?" Her voice filled with despair. "We have to stop this, before the pain of losing each other becomes too much," she whispered, a pleading look in her eyes.

The fear of losing him wasn't the only reason, though. She was leading two lives, and they kept getting closer intertwined with every passing day. Her friends loved her and would do anything for her, while she sneaked around their backs with Baltor. From the beginning, she had always known that it would eventually come to this – that she would have to choose between her lover and her friends – but never in her wildest dreams had she thought it would be this difficult to separate herself from him.

"That's not the only reason," Baltor said slowly, seeing the doubt in her eyes. Bloom knew what he was capable of when she hid things from him, so, not wanting to face his wrath, she admitted the truth.

"I hate lying to my friends. I can't do it anymore; the guilt is eating me alive." Bloom could have sworn she saw anger flash in his eyes, but it disappeared immediately.

"Bloom," he said rather calmly, fisting his hands to control his anger. "I am a dark wizard. Even if I have always kept my cool around you, it's in my nature to hurt people, especially when I get upset." He stopped right before her, their faces only inches apart.

"I'll say it again," Bloom started, taking a step backwards, before Baltor suddenly grabbed her by the throat and pressed her against the wall, her feet hovering a few inches off the ground.

"No, I'll say it again. You knew what you were getting into." His voice was low and menacing. Bloom clawed at his hands, trying to loosen his grip, but to no avail.

"Please," she pleaded, tears starting to slip down her cheeks. Noticing this, Baltor carefully sat her down against the wall, while still keeping his hand locked around her throat.

"Doesn't this mean anything to you?" he whispered, before taking her lips in a gentle kiss, his hands leaving her throat to wrap around her waist and pull her closer. Bloom kissed back tenderly, putting all her emotions into that kiss. Wanting him to know how much she loved him.

"See, this is too precious to lose," he said, after breaking the kiss. "I love you, sweetness."

"I love you too," she replied, more tears falling from closed eyelids.

"Bloom, I'm going to make this very easy for you." Her heartbeat started to accelerate again, as he placed his arms on either side of her face, effectively trapping her against the wall.

"I'm not a very patient man, my dear, so I'm only going to ask you this once. What do you chose – a life with me, or no life at all?"

Raise your hand if you think dark Baltor is hot. Now I hope you remembered what I said at the beginning of this story. You can chose what part you want first, the one in which she choses him, or the one in which he kills her (that's going to be evil)

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