𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 - 𝐀 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

chapter one - a shocking shopping spree

Violet had dreamed away the entire afternoon imagining the shopping session that would take place after Professor Avalon's lesson ended. Little did she know reality would be glaringly different from her expectations.

The actual shopping itself was wonderful. The assistants were all very kind and she'd spent an hour or two flitting in between shimmering gowns of every colour imaginable. After finding what she decided was the one, she allowed herself the joy of choosing jewellery fit for a princess.

Her happy dream had lasted all the way up until she had left the shop with arms full of glossy white bags and a bright smile spread across her face. It ended when her honey eyes met a pair of darker, more dangerous ones. That was when the wonder of the afternoon faded and left a sour taste in her mouth instead.

Despite desperately moving away from him, the man still found a way to slither closely behind Violet - who by now was cursing herself for not recalling a spell, any spell that could be useful. Oh what should she do? Her heart thundered in her chest and she gripped her bags tighter in her hands, so tight she could imagine blood oozing out of them.

'Calm down,' Violet thought forcefully. 'If he doesn't leave me by the time I reach the end of the road, then I'll drop the bags and send a fire hex his way.'

Her new resolve slowed her heart down, even if only slightly. She squared her shoulders and narrowed her eyes as she reached the end. 'Any second now,' she told herself.

She was so caught up in letting her energy gather, that the sudden sound of the man's deafening screams made her flinch back.

Turning around with fear still embedded within her, Violet was met by a sight that made her stomach drop.

She watched in a horrified trance as her stalker's grimy expression was wiped off and replaced by one of complete fear. Violet couldn't help but wonder if she'd been wearing that same expression when he'd been trailing her. His face was slowly turning a bruise like blue as he convulsed, as if being strangled by some great, invisible force. A large part of her thought he deserved it for what he intended to do to her, and yet . . . another part of her feared this to be a ploy and that someone capable of this would definitely do the same to her. Had she escaped one danger just to run into another?

When the man's body had gone limp at last, the perpetrator made himself known.

He was an incredibly pale man, almost deathly so, with sharply attractive features and a strong, muscular build. His hair gleamed a reddish blond and flowed down to his waist. All of this created an image of a very handsome man, yet what really drew Violet in was his eyes. They were almost hypnotising, and she felt she could spend an eternity just wondering whether they were closer to pale grey or crystal blue. They were also staring right at her.

"I do hope you're feeling alright," he spoke, voice deep and rich. He spoke kindly, Violet noted, but there was something - likely the bruised corpse still laying there - that warned her quietly not to trust it.

"I-" she swallowed, mouth feeling suddenly dry. "I am glad to be safe." She kept her voice even and strictly polite, begging her body to not shake so badly.

His gaze on her now felt far too intense, and it was all Violet could do to stay there and maintain eye contact with him.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said at last.

After a breath she added, "Thank you for helping me, sir. I dread to imagine what would've happened if-" The reality of the situation she was in only now dawned on her.

Tears filled her eyes but she would not cry. Not in front of a stranger, especially not another potentially dangerous one.

"Excuse me," she said. "This is quite a lot to handle."

"That is more than understandable after what you've been through," he replied, again kindly. He raised a hand to place on her shoulder, and his eyes looked so reassuring that she almost let him. Almost. It only took one glimpse at the corpse for her to step away hurriedly.

"Thank you once again," she repeated. "There aren't enough words to express my gratitude. But I'm very thankful. I'm a-also really late," she stuttered involuntarily as she saw how his eyes simply wouldn't leave her. "I must be going now. Goodbye."

Then Violet walked off so rapidly that she had no time to see or hear anything else her apparent saviour did. She cared more about going to the bus stop than anything else and thankfully her determination to do so helped her get there in record time.

Unfortunately, as she was so consumed by her thoughts and the strange mixture of fear and relief she was experiencing, she failed to notice a certain pair of eyes drinking in her every move.

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a/n: i have no clue if anyone who knew me from back then is reading this as of now, but i'm sorry for disappearing all those years ago! it was well into covid and my mental health was doing somersaults lmao so i somehow convinced myself to delete my wattpad account for good - which i have since been regretful about.

thankfully i'm recovered now. i still love winx club and dearly missed the amazing community here, who were such a great and supportive space when i was still a young teen learning to navigate the world. i feel like wattpad and the community really helped to further shape my love of reading and writing, and so i wanted to come back and rewrite/edit my first ever complete fic for you guys. enjoy, and please vote, leave a comment and reach out ♥️

p.s. if you remember the original version of 'violets' you might notice that this is a little darker and not as insta-lovey. welll you can say i started appreciating a good, more realistic slow burn more.