Disclaimer: All characters belong to Melissa Marr. The song Poison is by Shiny Toy Guns. The lyrics were written by Jeremy Dawson. It is from Shiny Toy Guns' second album, A Season of Poison. I do not own anything.

Author's Note: Aislinn and Leslie join forces with Keenan and Donia to defeat a dark faery.

Time: Ink Exchange

Genre: Adventure, Drama, Romance, Angst, and Mystery

Date: January 8, 2011

Rating: PG-13

A dark figure approached the faery. He pulled a gun out of his pocket. Slowly, he raised it and fired. The faery dropped dead.

I'm going to meet you
I'm going to meet you
I'm going to meet you
I'm going to meet you

The Summer Court was in a state of uproar. There was no way this could happen. The faery didn't die from human weapons. This just didn't happen. The entire court was in a state of panic and confusion. They had nowhere to turn. No safe place to go.

Keenan watched from above as his beloved court fell to pieces. They weren't coming to him for advice on what to do. Maybe this was his sign. Maybe his people were losing faith in him. Maybe he was losing their trust.

He needed his Summer Queen. She needed to come home.

She was in the mortal world. That was where she believed she needed to be. Not now; things were different. She needed to be in court. She needed to help him restore order.

Keenan picked up Donia's letter. He hadn't had a chance to read it. He broke the seal and began to read. It was a rather short letter. Really, it wasn't a letter. It was more of a warning.


Aislinn needs to come back to you. She has a friend who is important to the coming storm. My court and I will do the best we can, but she needs to get here as soon as possible.

Best of luck,


Keenan slammed the letter down. It was time to get Aislinn back where she belonged.
I'm going to meet you
I'm going to meet you
I'm going to meet you
I'm going to meet you

Aislinn followed Leslie with her eyes. There was something strange going on with that girl. Something strange indeed. Others wouldn't have noticed it. They all thought that Leslie was strange by nature. This behavior was very unusual.

Leslie had her secrets. She didn't like others to get to close or too friendly. As long as they kept they distance, she would talk to people. If people got to close, she would drop them like they were rat poison.

Therefore, Aislinn had to be very careful. She had to keep her distance, but, at the same time, she had to get close. She had to know if Leslie could see.

Leslie was leaning against one of the school's many brick walls. She was eyeing everyone. It seemed as if she was daring one of them to get close. She was daring them to enter her realm.

Aislinn froze when she looked away from Leslie. A dozen or more faery where marching toward her. They were invisible to the mortals. Without even studying them, she knew where they were from.

She swore under her breath.

"My lady, I am Origiliasso ," the lead faery said. "I am here to escort you back to Court."

Aislinn eyed him. "Why?"

Origlliasso looked nervous. "It appears we have a problem."

The dark figure smiled as he stepped over the dead faery. This was fun. He was going to do it again.

And again.

And maybe again.

After all, who was going to stop him?
I'm going to meet you
I'm going to meet you
I'm going to meet you
I'm going to meet you
I'm going to meet you

Leslie thought that the sight was strange. Aislinn was being lead away by a bunch of Renaissance Fair actors. She didn't take Aislinn as the type to go without a fight. It was so strange.

She watched as they left the grounds. No one seemed to notice this sight. Everyone seemed to be in their own little world. They were unaware that a student was being kidnapped right in front of their eyes.

She had to do something. Aislinn was one of the few people who treated her like a human. No one had done that since her mother.

Not her father.

Not her brother, Ren.

No one.

She had to save Aislinn, she supposed.

At least, it would get out of Nunville, USA.

"She's coming," a Summer Girl announced to Keenan.

"Excellent," he told the Summer Girl.

The Summer Girl laughed. "She's going to kill you when she gets here."

For the first time in days, Keenan smiled. "I'm sure she will."

"Think you can take her."

"Probably not."

The Winter Court was on the move.

"It's time," Donia told the wolf. "It's time to end this."

She was on her way to unite with the Summer Court.
Voices are child in sound fades away
For silence is walking
Signs of you will leave

Niall was surrounded by art. It was his way to escape. He knew that his time was coming. He would be summoned shortly.

For now, he was going to enjoy this magical moment in the world of art.

Aislinn was going to kill him. Sure, she loved the man, but sometimes, most of the time, he could drive her crazy. At least, she was wearing Seth's jacket. That would trick him off.

She allowed herself to be taken up to Keenan's chambers.

"Your highness, your Queen is here," Origlliasso said.

Keenan smiled at Aislinn. He knew that he was in trouble. "Thank you, Origlliasso. You may go."

The guards left.

Keenan turned to Aislinn. "What's up?"

"What's up, that's the best you can come up with?" Aislinn growled. "I was just kidnapped from my school!"

Keenan put his hands up. "Now, I wouldn't put it like that."

"How would you put it?"

Keenan froze. "More like you willing came to help your people."

Aislinn snorted. "Is that what you told the Court?"


"It is so."

Keenan pulled Aislinn close. "We've got a problem."

Aislinn rolled her eyes. "Why didn't you just say so?"

"Someone is killing faery."

Aislinn looked concerned. "How many?"

"A fair few."


"We're working on that."

A rope landed on the highest tower of the castle. Below someone tugged on it. Next to the rope, two more landed. The ropes were tugged on too. If someone was in the tower, all he or she would have to do is look below and they would see the owners.

"You ready for this?" one of the three figures below asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," one replied.

Once inside the three faeries bolted down the dungeons. In the last dungeon there was a record room containing a list and background information on every faery who ever lived. This was what they were after. It was only one faery, but it was this faery that held the key to it all. This faery t could save them or kill them.

The first figure walked over to one the many cabinets. He rummaged around for a moment and pulled out a fat folder. "I found it."

The leader strolled over to the first one. "Are you sure, George?"

"Yeah," the first said. "And I'm Fred by the way."

"Whatever." The leader took the folder and stashed it in his robes.

The second, who was keeping watch, entered the room. "We're got company."

"Let's roll," the first said. said.

The leader nodded. "I'm in the mood for a good fight."

The other two exchanged looks. "Let's do this."
What will happen and now the same as you
'Til the end of someone's world
And the cradle says goodbye to yesterday

Leslie snuck into Aislinn's room. She hid behind one of the dressers. She didn't want to get caught. Not now, not when she was this close.

She watched as tiny girls covered with vines danced in and out of the room. They were very cheerleader like, preppy and hung strung. They seemed to be the type who always needed a boyfriend. Leslie hated that type. She didn't understand why Aislinn was with this type. She made fun of them at school.

They say you learn something new every day…

Aislinn stormed into the room. She looked mad. She looked so mad, that Leslie was almost afraid to show herself. She had to. She had to show herself before someone else found her.

"Aislinn," Leslie said as she stepped out.

Aislinn turned to her. "You can help us."

Leslie didn't ask any questions.
Painfully, I prepare a release
And poison takes me away
Poison takes me away, takes me away

Donia watched her sleeping Court. She stroked the wolf's soft fur.

"Almost there," she whispered to wolf. "Just a little longer."

Somewhere in the distant, another wolf howled. Her wolf answered it.

As she allowed Winter to take over her camp, Donia smiled. The battle was yet to come.