A.N: *Remerges* Right, so, let's get on with our story. Thanks so much for those who reviewed, it's a real pick me up seeing your kind words.

Note on this chapter, 'most' of the words in italics are Diaval's memories or point of view, but the occasional word is the regular emphasis italics are usually used for.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maleficent and all rights go to their respective owners.

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"I call myself Giselle."

"I haven't seen you around the Moors before."

"The need for me to... come out of my home has been somewhat lacking for the last couple of years."

"Oh, why have you lead me here then?" He remembered himself becoming frozen in place, but by what he did not know. Perhaps fear, or whatever kept him at bay now...

"You're the key ingredient to our recipe." The girl smiled at him, this time showing wickedness instead of beauty.

"There are more of you then?"

"My sisters of the lake. We watch, for entertainment purposes mostly. Maleficent was quite an entertaining thing to watch. Then, suddenly she got this notion that all could be well, she could have a happy boring life with you and the princess."

Diaval had realized that he was in serious trouble then, and had tried to escape from it.

"No, no, no." Giselle had cooed, appearing mere inches away from him. She grasped his hand tightly, despite his struggles. "Even though you're not a human man, your emotions and your form allows us to take control, no matter how hard you fight it."

And suddenly Diaval's struggles had ceased, but not at his own will.

"Now, I'm sure you'll figure this out as you go, but I find you handsome so I'll tell you what is happening. We're in control now, to the point you have no free will."

Diaval tried to open his mouth and say something, but found that just as his feet wouldn't move his mouth wouldn't open.

"Go, we can watch from here."

And then his feet had begun to move, and Diaval suddenly wanted nothing more than to stay still. For the sheer sound of Giselle's and her apparent 'sisters' giggling laughter was enough to tell him of the terrible things he would do.

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"What's gotten into you?"

Nothing! Mistress, nothing's gotten into me, this isn't me! Leave, storm away, I've aready handled you roughly shouldn't that be enough to just make you leave.

"Nothing, nothing's gotten into me. Just that today not only did I turn myself into a wolf, I did it to protect that little blonde twit who was stupid enough to wander over the border."

Oh God, he didn't mean that! He didn't want to say that! Diaval thrashed in his own mind for the umpteenth time that day.

"Hey! You don't get to talk of Aurora like that! You love her!" His body said nothing, but inside Diaval was screaming.

Of course he loved Aurora! She was basically his own child! You know that Mistress!

"Right, of course. Your wish is my command Mistress."

Please, just go! Turn your back to me, or turn me into a mealy worm or a dog or anything! Just go!

"Alright, that's enough! I know you're upset, but you have no right to talk to anyone like this! So you should go, go cool down and when you're ready to act like a man, come back!"

Diaval couldn't imagine what he would do next, and neither did she. Before he even saw himself raise his hand, the back of it was stinging.

Letting out a cry of pain his Mistress fell to the ground, her hair falling over her head.

No! Oh God no! What did you do?! How could you?!

Diaval didn't know if he was shouting at himself, or at the demons who had taken over his body, but either worked.

She stayed on the ground, and he could tell from her sharp intakes of breath that she was crying. He had made her cry, by striking her. He would of done anything, anything to stop that from happening. Anything to avoid harming Maleficent.

I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry... Please, get up. Get up, fight back. I don't care if you harm me, please...

Before he knew what was happening, he was in the air, flying away from his mistress as she wept. Diaval wanted to plummet from the skies, he'd done something he'd vowed never to do. What was next? Were these demons going to make him strike Aurora? Bruise her face as he was sure he had done her Godmother's?

He landed, changing into a human as he did so. He could do nothing but glare at the woman, no creature, waiting for him.

"Well that was quite a show wasn't it?" She said, her singsong voice carrying to where he stood, "I didn't expect anything like that to happen, but the opportunity was there..."

Suddenly he fell, and he felt his mouth become less sticky. He was in control again.

"How could you make me do that?! You evil, vile creatures!" Diaval began to shout, standing up from his kneeling position. Tears were threatening to fall, he had lost everything.

"It was amusing, now be quiet. You will see, her life will get much more entertaining." Giselle reasoned, her blue eyes piercing his.

"She's not a theatre act to be watched and manipulated!"

"Just be grateful that that is all we need you for. We could of been cruel, we could of made you beat her until her breath was nearly gone, then make her watch as you did the same to that child-princess. She wouldn't have raised a hand towards you, her emotions gave us, or shall I say you, an advantage."

Diaval took a few calming breaths, forcing himself to stay calm. On this inside though, he was devastated. Totally devastated, and his heart was breaking. Maleficent had been through too much, how cruel she must think him.

"What do you plan to do with me now?"

"Well, you are quite entertaining as well, so... how about you stay with us?" She suggested this so lightly, like they were great friends. It boiled Diaval's blood.

"Death seems much more painless."

"Perhaps it is, but then you couldn't watch your lover as she falls back into depression. Maybe one day, we'll release you from our holds. Then you could go back to her."

Diaval, biting his lip in anger, stiffly nodded his head.

"Splendid! Come, sit with me."

Diaval begrudgingly complied, and when he sat down he felt Giselle's slim fingers on his arm. He pulled away in disgust, giving her a dangerous glare. The siren simply shrugged and continued to swirl her fingers in the water.

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She was back in the palace, and she knew that it was Stefan who had her, but how she couldn't be sure.

Her body was in a constant ache, the iron burning into her skin. The skin that was still sensitive from countless beatings, and burnings, and torture. Her captor would be back soon.

And then he was, he was kneeling down next to her, painfully gripping her arm. The blade was drawn, and she could feel him cut into her flesh.

"No one loves you Maleficent, you're incapable of love, or being loved. Did you really think I loved you?" The man sneered, giving one final jerk to her arm to finish off his message. "This will serve to show you exactly what you are, evil."

The door was opened and she could see the bloody message, bold and jagged against her skin. Tears escaped her eyes, but she forced them to look up, and see what she expected was to be Stefan's sneering face.

But it wasn't Stefan, staring down at her was the one man she thought would never hurt her.

Diaval.

Maleficent jerked awake with a cry of anguish. It was just a dream, she wasn't being tortured... not physically anyway.

"Godmother? Are you alright?" Aurora's soft voice came from beside her, and she forced herself to relax.

"Yes Beastie, I'm sorry I woke you up. Go back to sleep." She soothed, trying to guide the girl down into a laying down position.

"Godmother, it's okay to talk to me."

"How could I talk to you about something I myself don't understand child?" The faerie asked truthfully, she didn't understand, but that didn't mean she wasn't broken.

"Well we could talk, and figure it out together." The girl suggested, half-smiling at her godmother.

"You needn't worry your head over my problems."

"They're my problems too Godmother, I know it hurts..."

"Such the effects of a broken heart."

"Diaval would never purposely mean to harm you. There must be some explanation for it."

"Aurora, there is an explanation." Maleficent paused, her mind reeling and her heart aching. "Diaval was upset, and I angered him with my words, and he lashed out."

"No, that isn't it." Aurora insisted, her own pained expression washing over her face. "He would never hurt you Godmother, never in a million years."

Aurora hadn't realized it, but that simple statement was like a slap to the face to Maleficent. The faerie remembered the day only a few sunrises ago, a happy day where they had been exploring their newfound love... Was that to be her fate? To love a man destined to eventually break her heart?

"Aurora, Diaval is as much a man as he is a raven. And men get unexplainable emotions, do unexplainable things. And some men, choose not to act on those emotions, but they do slip up. In the end Diaval was just too much of a man, and he slipped up at the wrong time."

"I know in my soul Godmother, that there is more a reason than that for him to strike you."

"I will not kid with you, child. If Diaval were to return, it would lift my heart a little. But I could never forget what had been done, I would always be afraid he would hurt me again. Maybe, had I not been rebuilding an already broken heart it would be easier to move on, but..." Her voice faded mid-sentence her eyes sadly drifting away.

"I understand Godmother. But if there was more, would you forgive him? Forget it and reason it was for good cause?"

"If, there was some alternative reason, yes I would forgive and forget. But maybe my destiny is to have my heartbroken by men."

"I refuse to believe that. He was so devoted to you, that can't change over a few hours."

"Like I said Aurora, emotions cloud men's logical train of thought. And in the end, Diaval was just too much of a man."

"Your destiny is not to always have a broken heart Godmother, I know so."

A sad smile crossed the faerie's lips, and she stroked Aurora's hair.

"I know Beastie. Now, let's go back to sleep. You visit with your aunt's in the morning."

Aurora nodded, shuffling until she was comfortably laying down. Unknowing to the light sleeping enchantment her godmother had placed on her.

Because Maleficent needed Aurora to sleep, her Beastie could not hear her breaking on the inside. So while Aurora slept, Maleficent did her grieving.

Sob after sob wracked her body, and after that, she lay awake staring at the stars. She thought of the years Diaval had served her, and realized she really couldn't live without him. Beastie or no Beastie, she needed Diaval.

Maleficent's eyes went dead, and she simply lay there replaying the last eighteen years in her mind. For her heart was beating, and her lungs were breathing but she was not living.

A.N: So there's this chapter, not exactly the happiest of them all. For those of you hoping that all would be set right, well... you'll just have to wait to see what happens.

And, most stories depict sirens as only luring men to their deaths, but as I revamped my version of a siren, these ones can also control men.

Thanks for reading, and please review! (I'm trying to reach 35 reviews for this chapter :D )