Fate: your own story ( winx)

The girl laughed, a short, barking sound. "Of course, you don't remember me! Why would you?"

Farah glared at her. "That's enough."

The girl smirked knowingly. "Around."

Farah stiffened.

"You're in no position to negotiate with me," she snarled.

She smirked. "You've grown feisty since we last met. Is it because of your new girlfriend?" She gestured to herself mockingly.

The girl closed her eyes and let Eve's form fall away. Brown hair was replaced by platinum blonde, brown eyes to green, and she lost a good three inches in height. "Remember me now?"

Eve jolted awake suddenly. She looked around, still dressed in her clothes from the party, and realized she was cold and alone in a dark room.

The girl smirked. "Well? Do you?"

Anya? Eve sat up and located the door. She hurried over to tug on the handle, but it was, of course, locked.

Anya?! Eve slammed against the door. Anya!!!

The girl laughed. "It's about time!"

Farah shielded Anya protectively. "Who is Izabela?" she asked quietly.

Farah narrowed her eyes. "Get away from her," she demanded.

Izabela shook her head. "No."

I can't, there's some kind of charm on the door!

Izabela began to stalk towards Anya. "You ruined my life after you tattled on me to the entire school!"

Farah straightened. "Stay away if you know what's good for you."

It took Eve a bit too long, but she managed to figure out how to undo the charm. Anya, I’m coming!

Izabela ignored Farah, only having her gaze focused on Anya. “You thought I’d forget, didn’t you? Thought I would just let you go on with your life?”

"You made my life a living hell. If I can't have you, no one can." Izabela prepared another magical strike, and Farah had a defensive charm ready, but before Izabela could let loose, something struck her from behind, sending her sprawling forward and landing at Farah's feet.

Eve stood at the opposite end of the corridor, pure rage in her eyes. "You won't lay a hand on her," she growled, her fingers closed into fists.

The headmistress glared down at Izabela. "Get up," she said coldly.

Eve stalked down the hall towards them. "Didn't you hear her?" she snapped. "Get up."

Izabela chuckled. "Right… my bad…" She leaped to her feet and reached for Farah's temple. The woman caught her arm when her fingers were only an inch away.

Izabela struggled in Farah's grip, straining her fingers to touch the skin of the headmistress's temple. In return, Farah struggled to keep her at bay. Finally, Izabela smirked.

"You think you've won?" she purred. In a flash, her other hand reached up and touched her. Farah cried out and collapsed to the ground, immediately rendered unconsious.

It took seconds for Izabela to take on Farah's appearance, laughing wickedly. "You wouldn't dare fight the headmistress." She cut a glare at Eve. "Your own mother."

Eve stopped mid-step and stiffened. "Stop it."

Farah smirked and dispelled the magic. "You can't defeat me," she snarled. "Don't you get it?"