Welcome to the first chapter! I have quite a few OC's but if you bare with me, you'll see the spider's web that I build not just with the OC's...but their DC owned love interests as well. There will be SMUT in these chapters, so beware. Also violence...this is based in the DC universe after all! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ^.^

Disclaimer: OC's are mine. DC characters are theirs...obviously... enjoy! ^.^

Chapter 1

Finally, my shift is nearly over. Nailah Safar smiled with sweet relief. Yet another long day serving coffee and food at 'Benny's Diner' was so very nearly over. Then she could get a bus home and collapse for the next few days. I have some new charcoal vines and sticks at home I'm itching to break in.

Nailah was born and raised in Metropolis, as were the last 3 generations of her family, but she still looked very Egyptian. Long think brown hair, so dark it was almost black, and deep honey skin. Her eyes were dark brown with flecks of amber in them, and she had kohl liner around her eyes. A habit she kept up as it reminded her of her mother. She did a quick prayer up to heaven, missing both her parents.

But with a sigh and a brave smile Nailah picked up her note pad and walked over to the only table in her section of the Diner with customers sat down.

"Good afternoon. My name is Nailah. What can I get you two today?"

"Two coffees and I'll have a toasted bagel with cheese." The woman spoke, and then turned to her daughter. "What do you want to eat Synthia?"

"Same as you I guess." Nailah scanned her deep brown eyes over the pair. You could see the family resemblance. Both blonde, although the mother had a short bob and the daughter had her hair flowing half way down her back. both had blue eyes, but the mother's were steel and the daughter's were cerulean.

"Ok. How do you take your coffee?"

"Black." The mother nodded with a distant smile.

"Milk in mine please."
"Any sugars?" Nailah finished scribbling on her note pad.

"No thank you." the teenager answered for them both. And with that, Nailah went off to give the 'Chef' the order. She got straight on making the coffees, and peered over at the pair.

People watching became a skill she added to her artistic tool box. It was vital, if you wanted to capture emotion and motive in your sketches.

The mother seems sad and the daughter seems angry. Maybe they argued over something? Nailah thought that this scene reminded her of her teenage years. Oh how she missed those trivial bickering moments…

At any rate, you can feel the love and concern coming off the mother in waves. I'm sure their problems are small and everything will be fine.

Over at the table.

"But why mum? Why do we have to move again?!"

"I told you sweet heart. We'll stop moving once I find a secure job."

"You've never had a secure job mum. Not since I was little." Synthia sighed. She folded her arms over her blue hoodie and shrugged her shoulders. "This happens every time. I make friends, get settled, and then you come home all flustered and there we go. Packed up and moving again." She patted the rucksack by her side. "I bet you've already bought the bus tickets, am I right?" at first she didn't answer. "Edna Barnabus?"

"Now I think you'll find that is the parent that uses the first and last name when their child is in trouble." Despite her worries Edna smirked at her sassy daughter. She got that trait for her, after all. "Not the other way around."

"Well I think I've earnt the right to be a bit pissy with you mum. Just as Tim asked me to the summer dance. Final exams are done. I'm supposed to be partying and getting ready to go to college. When do I get to move on with my life mum? You never let me apply anywhere. I want to study music and singing. You know I can sing mum."

"I know sweet heart. You're…like a siren." Edna sighed, and they held their tongues as the waitress came back. Edna looked the girl over and thought she looked rather pretty.

Pretty faces and people with bad intentions lead to where I am today. I pray you don't fall prey to the same…temptations I did…

"Can I get you anything else today?"

"No thank you Nailah. Here, this should cover it. keep the change." Edna handed over a 20 and the young woman smiled. She was clearly pleased with her tip.

"Have a lovely evening." She sauntered off and Edna missed the days that she had hips like those…

"Mum?" ah, back to the matter at hand. "I'm not going this time. I'm 18 and you can't force me anymore. Lame excuses like 'because mommy is hiding from debt collectors' doesn't cut it anymore."

"We have to leave." Edna gulped her coffee. "Hurry up and eat your bagel so we can-"

"Mother? I-am-not-leaving." Synthia put her elbows on the table and pointed with her right hand against the counter top. She meant business. Her voice might be hushed, but she was clearly losing her temper. "I am going to apply to whatever college will still take my late application, and I'm going to the summer dance. I'm not responsible for your debt."

"If only that were true." Edna sighed down into her coffee. "But it's not. So we need to leave. Our bus leaves in 1 hour to Central city. So eat up and drink up."

"For once in your life will you just listen to me?" Synthia banged her hands on the table, making Edna gasp and bling at her child.

No. Synthia wasn't a child anymore. She was tall and shapely. She had perfectly peachy skin, golden hair, bright blue eyes, legs for days and an ample bust size. So very beautiful. I've never let her stay anywhere long enough to get a boyfriend or let anyone fawn over her looks. Thankfully…

So her daughter was still a modest and down to earth sort of girl.

No. woman.

Edna sighed with defeat and looked around them. The waitress was counting her tips and the only other customer was an old man. He was at the other side of the diner and reading a paper. No one was listening. "Mum I swear if you don't start listening to me I'm gonna-"

"If I tell you the truth you have to promise not to interrupt me, and not to draw attention to us. Got it?"

Synthia licked her lips and sat back with a firm nod.

Every single time she had asked her mother the truth to why they lived like nomads, she received a slightly different round of bullshit. Tax collectors. Credit debt collectors. Abusive ex…

Maybe this time she'll tell me the truth.

Synthia prepared herself, just encase it was a new and imaginative story instead of the truth, but she held her fingers crossed under the table. she gave her mother her undivided attention.

"Ok. When I was younger…I practised magic."

Synthia sniggered. So much for the truth. "Look under the table." Edna scowled, leaning forward. Her hands were under the table top…and Synthia did promise she'd listen to what she had to say.

Maybe this time the story will be entertaining. Especially since it has 'magic' in it. pfft. Whatever.

So the young blonde woman pushed her napkin off the table and pretended to make moves to collect it.

She bowed her head under the table…and snapped back upright. Her eyes were wide and her back was stiff.

Her mother's hands…had been on fire. Shit shit shit my mum can do magic like those super freaks on the TV. Her hands were on fire. Shit shit shit what the HELL did my mum get up to for us to be on the run…"Now listen carefully." Edna leaned forward and had pain in her steely eyes. "I was what they called a prodigy. I was naturally gifted. So much so that I soon got the 'wrong' attention. But it was fun. In my rebellious teens I joined a cult."

"...mum. A cult mum?! Seriously?" she thought about her paranoid mum peering out of the windows, scared of noises in the dead of night…and couldn't think of her mother being part of a cult.

"Shh." Her mother took a sip of her coffee, and glanced around them again. "Anyway. It was fun, dangerous, and sexy. I got in with a cult, the worst of bad crowds, and then I got noticed by their leader. Brother Blood. He was young and attractive. Powerful like I'd never dreamed and he doted on my every whim. I should have seen that as a bad omen. A narcissistic power hungry villain, showering me with affection."

"So you were badass back in the day. Still not seeing why we keep doing a yoyo impression."

"Because…" Edna swallowed deeply and stared down into the dregs of her coffee. "…there was a ritual. A…blood ritual. One that involved me, a powerful mystic…also a virgin…at the time."

"…mum…?" Synthia reached forward and took her mother's hands. This was going in a direction she hadn't anticipated, nor dreamt of in her worst nightmares.

"They held me down." Edna closed her eyes and tried to stop the tears from escaping and showing the extent of her pain. "I'll spare you the majority of the details, but during the ritual Brother Blood pushed me into the centre, I was held down and he…took me."

"Oh mum. Is he the man we're running from?"

"Yes." Edna opened her eyes and nodded. "I managed to fake a negative result when he tested to see if his ritual had been successful."

A lead weight dropped in Synthia's stomach.

"A…negative result? What…was the ritual supposed to do to you mum?" despite already knowing the answer, she needed to hear her mother say it. "Mum?" Edna took her hands back and chewed her lips.

"It made me pregnant. Brother Blood wanted a worthy heir. Embodied with the powers of Trigon. No normal child would do. And he didn't care to ask me first."

Synthia held her mouth and felt her eyes prickle with tears. Her mother had always told her she was the child of a one night stand. It had occurred to Synthia that most mothers would have lied about a thing like that. turns out that was the better cover story for what actually happened.

"I was conceived…by rape during a blood ritual? By the leader of one of the most famous and evil blood cults known to man?"

"Because as soon as I faked a negative pregnancy test, I ran. I looked guilty for running, but I couldn't help that. I have no idea what Brother Blood had planned for you, but I couldn't let you become his pawn. That man is evil, and he will seduce you with poisoned lies."

"I see."

She gulped, and held her bag to her side. "Central city sounds nice."

Synthia looked as scared as her mother for the first time in her life. "I could get a part time job singing in a karaoke bar I guess."

"…I'm so sorry." Edna rose from her seat and brought her daughter into a tight embrace. "I wish you could live a normal life. I wish you could go to college and study music. But every time I think we're safe, I see hooded figures. Blood priests getting closer to finding us."

"Well…I have more questions…but they can wait." Synthia wiped her eyes and nodded towards the door. "We should leave. Like now. right?"

"Yes dear. We should."

Nailah sighed with sweet relief as the last two customers left the Diner, flowed closely by the old man.

"Finally! Closing time! I call not taking out the trash!" she chuckled as her co-workers groaned at her. "It's fine I'll cash up. Then I feel a pizza coming on…"