Angelz: Well, you little leeches here it is: the chapter where everything is explained. At last. I don't know when the next chapter will be posted because I've barely even written it. I'm stressed at the moment, college starts tomorrow and-well I could easily turn this into rant but let's just say I'm stressed, nervous and terrified. I figured I'd post this now because I've had it written for a little while. Enjoy it cause it may be a few weeks before the next chapter comes. Also I'm alittle unsure of how successful this chapter was...it feels lacking to me so opinions would be lovely!

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Ani'sLostTwin: Damn straight it's hot! Welcome to the dark side, we have Niall and Iri ;p Don't worry, I'm still updating it's just going to take a while so bear with me!

Nellie: *salutes* Yes ma'm! *writes franticly* ^^

"And what would that be?" The shadows behind Leslie shifted. Four tendrils of shadows snaked out of the wall and wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles, preventing her from moving.

How can she do that? The shadows only obeyed the King and Queen of the Dark Court, and, of course, Irial. The former King hadn't lost many of the perks of being King, something Niall was baffled over and yet didn't seem to mind.

"My Court." Bananach lurched towards her.

Leslie's world turned black.

When she awoke her head was throbbing in a rhythmic beat. Almost like a heart.

"Daughter." A voice drew her attention. Bananach stood tall above her, her head held high and her eyes shining. "Awaken, I have use of you."

Leslie groaned and slowly came to her feet. She swayed slight as an urge to feel blood drain between her fingers slammed into her, nearly knocking her back to the ground. She clenched her eyes shut, suddenly seeing threads. Dark lines that shimmered behind her eyelids and whispered tempting thoughts.

The first vision was of pure carnage. Bodies littered the street, both fey and human, their blood staining every surface they touched. Staining her hands. She breathed in the stench of war itself and almost shivered in pure delight. She wandered the battle field until she came across a group of faces she once knew. Aislinn, Seth, Keenan...Niall and Irial. All bloodied and bruised, no longer breathing. All she felt was pure pleasure at the knowledge that she had caused all of this. Her actions had led to this moment and without her this battleground would not exist.

No! She pushed at the vision, clawing her way through the threads that had suddenly wrapped around her body, trapping her, binding her to their will and forcing her to see what they had to show.

"NO!" She was on the ground, clutching at her head. Even in her bittersweet agony thoughts of pain and chaos whispered sweet, tempting words in her ears begging her to take action. Every violent thought now flowed through her; every slight inclination towards violence was drawn to her.

Bananach laughed. Cackled. Leslie gave in.

She launched herself at Bananach diving nimbly out of the way as she returned the blows. The two almost danced with liquid grace, each one having the knowledge of pure violence and able to predict the others next move. Bananach's laugh still echoed through her head, taunting her with unknown knowledge. She flung her hand forward catching Bananach off guard. Her reward was a hand speckled with blood. She moaned and craved for more.

Vision two hit her so suddenly that she couldn't stop herself falling to the ground. There was blood, of course, but this time there was no battle field no, this time she stood proud in front of the Dark Court as they held multiple mortals in their grasps. Delicious screams rang through the air, a blur of both pain and pleasure.

Her court. She could use them to make these visions come true; to start war, to cause chaos in the mortal world and bring them to their knees. She, and she alone, had that power.

"Not quite." Lazily Leslie looked up at Bananach, who had crouched down to her level in order to take her chin and tilt her gaze upwards.

"What?" What would happen, would it bring much pleasure if she were to throw her hand into Bananach? Would she scream? Yes, War's screams would please her. A tender hand brushed along her face followed by the cooing a mother would give to a small child when they had injured themselves.

"My daughter, focus. You cannot strike me; I can read you like an open book." Bananach paused to stroke Leslie's check with her spare hand again. "I like this though, being free. I can think clearly now without such thoughts bothering me." Her voice was a contented murmur and she stood up and took a few steps away from Leslie.

"You are not fit to lead the Dark Court, not like this. I shall take your place."

"What?" Bananach sighed and swayed towards the shadow globe walls.

"Need I explain everything?" Leslie gave no response so she continued, "We are bound. A bond that nothing can shatter, I can use that bond, Daughter. Whenever you are near I shall change us. All of my violence, my love for chaos will flow from me to you."

"I am still queen." Leslie murmured, trying to ward off another vision of potential wars.

"No, when we change you become unfit to lead the Court. I gain that right." Leslie's head snapped up to look at her.

"That can't be possible."

"But it is." She tried to stand up; a hand grabbed her elbow and pulled her up. She looked at Bananach. The once-war-faerie was staring intently at the walls, looking away from Leslie.

"Your beloved grows impatient." She paused, tilting her head to the side slightly as a smile pulled at her lips. "Your beloved but my King."

Bananach Queen of the Dark Court? She couldn't let that happen, Leslie refused to be used as a pawn in the faerie world. Not again.

"He won't be yours for long. I am his queen. Not you."

"When you are near, I shall be."

"Why tell me? Why would you tell me how to avoid this? All I need to do is stay away from you." Bananach turned to face her then. A strangely tender look crossed her face.

"War is not an easy cross to bear; I do not wish it upon another." She eyed Leslie, "For the first few days I must go slowly to ease the transition, I will allow you to escape during then. I warn you now, Daughter; run for any longer than the first week and I will hunt you."

Leslie began to laugh, bending over with the force of the laughter. Bananach watched her with a curiosity she usually reserved for her battles, a certain fondness briefly touching her features.

Leslie's laughs died down to giggles that shook her whole body, she'd stood up straighter to the point where her hair covered her face. She mumbled something vague about War having a soft side. Bananach sighed softly; clearly her daughter would need more time to adjust to the state of mind brought on from the flow of violence. She watched Leslie for a few moments before she started to lower the barrier surrounding them, she could feel Niall's impatience from the other side. His restlessness from being parted from his second beloved.

It's strange, Bananach mused, being connected to him as his Queen. Does he know it is not his Leslie?

The shadow wall dropped completely.

"Leslie!"