OH MY GOD…I'm so in love, I found you finally, you make me wanna say.

Wait, what am I doing? O.O ….

Ah! Right ^_^ New Fanfic!

Xiaolin Showdown!

Ah! How I love this show ^_^ Heh!

Not entirely sure where this going – all I know is that I have yet another OC ;D And the first chapter is to basically stop and fast forward through her childhood to show you guys why she is the way she is ^^ Heh! Heh! I love creating mentally disturbed characters :] They're so much fun ^_^ - I'm kidding :o they just have more possibilities since they don't always follow the general pattern…Lol? o_O

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(1)

The little red head ran up to the blonde woman and smiled up at her adoringly.

"Mommy, can you read me a story tonight?" She asked hopefully already holding up a book in front of the parent.

"Oh honey, I'm late to a meeting already," the woman said giving the child one glance before tapping away violently in to the device in her hands. She then said before pressing the green button and placing the device to her ear, "Lily will read you a story, darling."

The child let her arms fall down and she turned on her heels to go find the house maid, but she still smiled and cried happily over her shoulder, "Okay."

The child hopped up in to the chair opposite her mother and poked at the edged of the table absentmindedly as she asked, "Mommy, can we make cupcakes after school today?"

The blonde didn't even glance up from the papers in front of her and her tone sounded a little off – but the child didn't notice since it was normal for them, "Of course. I'll have Lily get all the ingredients and then you two can bake while I finish some paperwork."

The red head who had gained a small smile at first now stared a the floor and frowned. After a moment she looked up again and told the woman, "But I want to make cakes with you."

The mother sighed heavily and looked up at the little girl across the table when she said, "Don't worry. We'll make cakes some other time."

"Oh…" was all the girl could say for the moment but it probably didn't matter what she said now. Her mother wasn't listening anymore anyway, already back to being stuck in with the work, "Alright then."

"Mommy, Mariah's mum asked if we wanted to go round their house tomorrow for lunch," the seven year old bounced in to the office and found her mum on the phone.

The woman covered the speaker end and whispered with a offish smile, "Of course you can, dear."

"Yay!" She jumped excitedly and asked, "So we can go?"

The mother quickly told the person on the other end of the line to hold on for a moment and explained to the child with that offish smile again, "Yes, but you'll have to go with Bruno and Lily, darling. But you'll be fine won't you; you'll be playing with Mariah all day."

"Um…yeah," the seven year old nodded, but the smile wasn't nearly as big now. She turned to walk out as the mother placed the phone to her ear again and continued discussing the tasks of this month.

"Mommy, Julie and the other kids are supposed to bring their parents to school next week," the eight year old redhead asked. She didn't dare smile yet and just asked feeling only a little hope. Maybe mommy would surprise her and make her happy for once, "Can you come?"

"I would, sweetie, but I've just got so much work left over from last week's…" she trailed off realising that the young girl wouldn't be interested in all this adult stuff and sighed. She then smiled with that oh-so-familiar offish smile and said, "Y'know what? I'll have Lily come with you instead."

The mother said it as if it was a brilliant idea but the little girl just frowned and picked at the hem off her skirt as she sat in the office chair opposite her mother, "But…Lily's not my Mommy or my Daddy."

The blonde let out an exhausted sounding breath as if she'd explained this a thousand times, "But Mommy's busy and Daddy's still in New York for another three years."

"Mommy, please pick me up from school today," the nine year old almost begged.

"Oh, darling, there's nothing wrong with Lily and Bruno picking you up," the woman said passing the girl her school bag. She then dug her mobile out of her pocket and began tapping away at keys. Oh, how the red head hated that gadget, "Besides I'm going to Paris in the morning, so I need to finish up the last of the paperwork and the last of the packing."

That little reminder made the red head look down at the ground with a small frown. A whole two weeks with no one but the house maid and butler…yippee…

"Why can't Bruno do the paperwork and Lily do the packing?" she whined, "Then you can come and pick me up!"

The woman chuckled a little but didn't stop her key tapping, "If only it were that simple, sweet pea."

The girl crossed her arms and looked away as she grumbled, "So, that's a no then?"

"Hey, Mom, I've got a new homework assignment," she walked in to the room and slapped the work down on the desk, covering up some of the work that her mother was occupied with. This earned a low, slightly pissed-off sigh from the older woman, but she pretended like it hadn't happened, "Something about science. Do you think you could help me?"

The woman pinched the bridge of her nose and slouched in her chair, "Darling, you asked me yesterday about…algebra?"

"No, that was Tuesday," the young twelve year old teenager placed all of her weight on one foot and crossed her arms over her chest, "Yesterday's was about the Second World War. It was history homework."

As if the woman looked even slightly bothered! "Yes, well, I can't help you right now, dear, I'm busy."

With that she pushed the homework assignment to the other side of the desk and cast her eyes down on her own work again.

After a moment the teen picked up the school work and shrugged as she asked coldly already knowing the answer, "With what?"

"What do you mean 'with what'?" her mother asked and looked up at the girl, "You know what!"

"Of course I do!" she shouted back and turned to walk out, "You're always busy with that shit."

The woman jumped up from her seat and glared furiously at the child, "What did you say!"

Realising that she got a new reaction out of the woman she decided to provoke her a bit and see what happens, "You heard me!"

"Go to your room, you foul mouthed little brat!" Ouch! That was unexpected and it stung a little too. It even made the redhead flinch a bit, "After everything I do for you!"

The teen scoffed trying to act like it didn't bother her in the slightest and just shrugged turning away and walking out of the office, "Whatever!"

"And stay there until I send Lily to get you!"

After a moment the woman fell back in to her chair still staring at the door. Her expression went from anger to confusion and then she just shook her head and decided she had to get back to her work.

It was nearing the girl's thirteenth birthday and her father had finally returned home from his extremely long business trip. As they had when she was younger, they sat by a lake in the forest behind their house and stared out at the swans and geese all swimming around in the centre of the water.

"How have you been, Dad?"

"Well, mini me, I've been…um…working hard I guess," he chuckled a little and patted her on the shoulder. She smiled but weakly.

She then sighed and said, "Like Mom then, huh?"

A few minutes of silence followed and the girl kept herself occupied with picking at the grass in front of her.

Finally her father asked, "And how have you been?" and he sat forward and staring straight at her giving her his full attention. That was something she wasn't used to but she didn't mind. It was quite nice actually, knowing that someone was really interested in what you had to say.

She smiled at him silently thanking him for actually caring but then frowned and looked out across the lake, "I've been lonely, to be honest."

His eyebrows arched and he followed her eye line as he said, "I'm sure you're not. You've got loads of friends at school."

She frowned even more when he said that. She was confused but then again he had been gone for a while so she supposed he was just talking from the knowledge of her school life years ago. She still answered as if he should have known, "No, I don't."

"What about that Mariah and Julie?" he asked placing his chin in his hand and his elbow on one of his knees.

The girl didn't answer at first, "Mariah died in car crash, two years ago, Dad…and Julie hates me because I told her boyfriend about something that happened between her and some other kid."

Another long pause followed. Her father took a very long deep breath before he said with some amusement in his tone, "To be honest, dear, I think kids of your age shouldn't even be aloud to date."

She giggled but slapped his arm – not very hard though, "Dad, that's not the point!"

He laughed too but then he placed a hand on her shoulder and the other under chin. Now he spoke with the most serious tone she had ever heard him use before, "Look, honey, if you ever feel lonely you just come and tell me and Mom, okay? We love you so much! And I promise you I won't ever leave you all alone."

She could have cried she was so happy. She – just in case the tears managed to leak out – literally threw herself in to her dad's arms and mumbled against him, "Thank you... I love you too, Dad."

The maid was outside of her mother's office dusting the shelves probably for the millionth time since there wasn't much else to do here.

"Lily, is Mom in her office?"

The maid nearly jumped a mile when she heard the teen's voice ask from behind her. She hadn't made a sound to announce her arrival until this point. The older woman quickly gathered herself again and answered, "I believe she is, child. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Maybe," the red head shrugged and walked over to the doors, "I'll probably be out in a minute to ask you anyway."

Lily gave her a sympathetic look and tried to explain subtly, "Honey, she is a very busy woman, you understand?"

The young girl didn't mean to sound so angry but she growled back, "But I am her daughter and that's something she doesn't seem to understand – and if she does then I guess she just doesn't care."

"But –"

She was interrupted as the girl opened the doors and stepped inside but not before telling the maid calmly as if she knew the future, "I'll be back in just a moment. It won't take long."

"Why!" she screamed to herself as she lay in bed shivering and shaking. She was clutching her pillow, holding it as close as she could. She had her face half buried in it so it muffled the sound that emitted from her and it absorbed most of the tears that ran endlessly down her face. She really didn't want to attract any attention to herself right now. Not from them anyway. But the one person she did want to see right now, was the one person she could never see again, "Dad, you said you wouldn't leave me alone! Not ever! You promised! And then you had to go and get yourself killed. You stupid idiot! Daddy, I want you to come back. Daddy, I'm scared. I'm scared and lonely. Daddy, I'm lonely. Daddy, come back. Mom won't stop crying, Dad. She actually didn't go to work to today! She didn't even get up out of bed. Daddy, Mom didn't even give me a hug when I started crying. She didn't even come to tell me herself. She asked Lily tell me, like always. Daddy, I don't wanna believe it! I don't wanna believe it! No! Daddy, come back please! Come home and hold me together and tell me that it was all some crazy stupid misunderstanding and that you were just stuck in traffic or called to an emergency meeting or something! Please, Daddy, please! You're the only one who really cares about me anymore! You're the only one I look up to! You're the only who loves me!"

The girl wasn't tired tonight and it had been six months since the car accident in which her father died. She never really got tired anymore or rather she just didn't like sleep that much lately. Nightmares haunted her constantly and she could never stop thinking about how much she wanted her dad back.

On this night she wondered the halls silently for something to do, for inspiration to strike her and give her new meaning to live.

Unfortunately she was seen, "Young Miss, what are you doing out of bed at this hour?"

She turned her head to look at the yawning butler. She glared at him with her back still half turned to him, "What's it to you?"

After a minute of comprehending her cold manner which she seemed to have gained since the loss of her father Bruno told her, "The Mistress wouldn't be very pleased to know you're out of bed this late."

"But she won't know if you don't tell her," the red head crossed her arms and turned to face him fully.

He sighed and ran a hand through his thin balding hair, "But that would be wrong keeping secrets from the head of the house."

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her, Bruno," the girl snapped and then shrugged, "Besides, it wouldn't bother her anyway. She doesn't give shit about me, you know that."

"Please," his face seemed to scrunch up as if he found swearing physically disgusting, "A young woman shouldn't speak like that."

"Oh, please!" She burst in to laughter but it wasn't genuine it was just plain cruel, "I'm nearly fifteen, Bruno. I'm not a woman. I'm a teenager and I couldn't care less how I should or shouldn't speak. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm tired and you're in the way."

Of course, she wasn't really tired but she wanted to get away from further questioning and decided a retreat to her bedroom would be the safest option.

"I don't know how much more I can take, Dad," she ran a hand over her forehead and over her greasy red hair. She had gotten in to the habit of talking to herself, of thinking out loud and she decided that she was talking to her father whether he was really listening or not, "I can't take it anymore really! She won't even look at me anymore and now even Lily's beginning to grow cold towards me. Bruno won't even try making small talk anymore. Dad, if I ever felt more alone it was when you died. I miss you so much. I'm sorry for what I must do but I can't…I just can't…I can't take it! My head feels like its going to explode and I can't do anything to stop it and the only thing that I can do is…I know I'm not your little girl anymore that you used to love but I can't remember her anymore and I don't know how to get her back. I love you, Dad, but this is the last time I will talk to you because after what I will do I can not turn to you, who loved her so much, anymore. Goodbye."

It was late afternoon and after being turned away, not to mention rudely, the red headed eighteen year old stepped in to her mother's dark bed room.

"Good evening, Mother," she greeted her formally, with a face as blank as white canvas.

Her mother was slumped over in her bed clutching a bottle with both her hands. She dragged her neck up and glared at her daughter. Her hiss gradually transformed in to a loud scream, "I told you to stay out of my room and go away! If you need anything you go and tell Lily, not me!"

"I would," the girl looked down at something in her hands thoughtfully. She didn't look at all stirred from her mother's outburst or from what she was about to say, "But…Lily's dead."

Seeing her mother's reaction she guessed that the woman wasn't all that drunk really, "Lily's…what?"

"She's dead, Mum," she said and then looked up as she went on, still no expression displayed on her face, "She was murdered a few minutes ago, actually. Oh, and I can't very well ask Bruno because I think he's in the library…dead…as well."

"Wha…what do you mean? Why are you so…" Her mother then growled and screamed throwing the bottle at the girl. "What the fuck is going on here!"

The bottle narrowly missed her as she snapped finally letting some emotion show. Anger, hatred, "Language, woman!"

"How dare you speak to me like that! I am your mother!" the older woman cried.

"And I am your daughter!" that silenced the blonde woman who was now staring at her daughter in shock, "But that didn't stop you from neglecting me, did it?"

No answer.

"No," she answered for her, "Now, to answer your question – what is going on? – I'm sick of being ignored and I'm sick of living unloved by everyone I know! I'm lonely, Mom. I hate my life!"

"Oh honey, I –" she started but the teen wasn't going to let her try and be nice now – OH NO!

"Don't bother, Mom! I hate you! I always have!"

There was a pause.

"Well, no, I did love you once but that was so very long ago," she sighed and then explained herself to her mother holding up the object in her hand to catch the light and bring it to her mother's attention. Her mother's eyes widened as she said, "Lily was killed a few moments ago in the kitchen by this dagger in this hand –"

"Huh?"

"And Bruno was killed a little earlier in the library after he found me crying and talking to myself, with this dagger in this hand," she held up her other hand to make it clear.

"But…what do you…" her mother seemed so confused and scared now. Good!

"Mean?" she asked and then went on viciously, "I mean I killed them, Mom! Like I'm going to kill you. See, when Dad died I had nothing left and everything just kept getting darker and turning black and now I can't take it anymore so…I've decided to start over and in order to do so – to really, truly start all over again – I must erase everything from my current life. That means I must erase you!"

She began to approach her mother slowly and cautiously for she knew her mother was the type to fight back in these situations. But she had to do this…she had to!

"What? No! You can't! Wait! NO! Please, darling! Honey, stop! I'm sorry, sweetie! Sweet pea, I'm sorry!" Her mother kept screaming things at her.

The girl growled as she raised her dagger and shouted at her, "It's too late for that mother and my name is DEINA!"

It's too late to apologise~ It's too laaaaaate~

Lol ^_^ Anyways there is the first, (probably only) long chapter to introduce my OC and her crappy childhood ;D YAY! You can probably guess why she may get along with Jack Spicer later on in the story ^_^ Heh! Heh! And if you can't never mind :)

Yes, she has committed a terrible crime by murdering three people one being a family member, but seeing as Chase Young is meant to be the most evil person in over 15 hundred years…*dramatic music* Y'know…do you get my point? :/ No? Well, I'm not sure either….Hm…I guess, whatever Deina's done Chase has done so much worse ;) There! You see?

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