Jack: Took you freaking long enough to update. Where were you, Colorado, then New Orleans, then Missouri! Sheesh!

A/N: Uh, yes, that's exactly where I was.

Jack: …oh.

A/N: (facepalm) Well, I'm sorry again, but I was living out of a suitcase for three weeks. So, nu? Next chapter.

Chapter 2: Dragon of Darkness

'Deep breath,' thought Emily. 'Square your shoulders, and…ring!'

Ding-dong, chimed the doorbell. A thin, tall, black-haired woman answered it.

"Hi, Auntie Spicer!" said Emily brightly. "My mom sent me to stay with you and cousin Jack for a bit."

"Yes, dear, she called me just a bit ago! Come on in, I'll get Jack. Jackie-poo!"

"Mother! I told you never to call me that!" screamed Jack from the bottom of the basement stairs. A door slammed, his boots clomped, and then appeared Jack in all his gothic glory. "Oh. Hey, Emily. What're you doing here?"

"Can we talk about this in private, Jackie-poo?" asked Emily.

"Sure," said Jack, giving her a very evil glare. "Come on down to my la—room." They started down the stairs just as his mom began to call after him.

"Oh, you kids! Have fun!"

"Same Auntie Spicer," muttered Emily.

"Same mom," agreed Jack.

"So, you're a dragon. Dragon of Darkness," said Wuya.

"You're one of the Xiaolin Dorks? Aw…" moaned Jack.

"What is your name?" asked Wuya.

"Emily Spicer."

"Spicer? You are related?"

Emily grinned. "Emily Spicer, sister to Will Spicer, cousin to Jack Spicer. Our dads are brothers, see, so…"

"Did you say you had a brother?"

"Yeah," said Emily. "So?"

"Is he a dragon?"

"Yeah," said Emily. "Dragon of Light."

"Well, where's the twerp?" asked Jack.

Emily looked around. "Well he's not here, is he?"

"Where. Is. He?" asked Jack, looking mad.

"He went Xiaolin. Ran off with a cowboy, an Asian chick, a skinny dude, and a Wanton. A yellow wanton. He looked weird." Emily paused, considering. "He pissed me off anyway, so I'm not too fussed. I swear I'll have nightmares about that wanton, though."

"Probably 'cause the twerp hates me too," said Jack.

"That's like when you hung out with them, only worse," said Wuya.

"He looks like you, doesn't he?" asked Jack.

"Yeah, same hair, same glasses, just wearing different stuff," said Emily. She herself had quite a different outfit on.

She was wearing a black lace camisole, black leather biker pants, and black boots. Both the pants and the boots had buckles on the side. She had brown, $20 plastic frame glasses (which she affectionately referred to as her 'party specs'). She had black mascara, dark green eye shadow, and under-eye make-up exactly like Jack's. She also had black sweat wristbands emblazoned with the Slytherin crest.

"Well, you've got good taste in make-up, I'll give you that," muttered Jack.

"Why do you do this anyway?" she asked, fingering her magenta streaked hair with one hand and tracing the fang shape below her left eye with the other.

Jack shrugged. "I thought it looked cool and evil at the same time."

Wuya sighed. "It's Heylin makeup, Jack. That's how mine is, too. When I have a body."

Jack shrugged. "Whatever. I do mine with shoe polish."

"Enough!" said Wuya. "Show me your powers."

"K," said Emily. "DARK!" she yelled, and stuck her hands out beside her so she looked like a T. They were surrounded by darkness. When the light came, she was gone.

"Where'd she go?" asked Jack.

"Yo!" yelled Emily. "Check it!" They looked up. There she was, standing on Jack's shelf. She jumped down and struck a pose.

"Wicked sweet!" said Jack, giving her a high-five.

"I see," said Wuya. "You power yourself with darkness."

"Eh." Emily shrugged. "I have fun."

Wuya's eyes shone bright. Emily jumped in alarm. "A new Shen-Gong-Wu! The Screaming Siren! It produces a horrid screech!"

"Let's go then!" said Jack.

"Ooh, first mission!" squealed Emily.

"Ugh," moaned Wuya. "TWO adolescents."

A/N: Eh?

Jack: Wee! I'm in this one! ...is this where you got my nasty nickname, Jackie-poo?

A/N: (evil smile) Yes, Jackie-poo, it is! Again, sorry it took so long, I've been busy and such...

Jack: NO EXCUSES!

A/N: (smacks him on the back of the head)

Jack: Ow! That hurt!

A/N: (sticks out tongue) Ha, ha. R & r, pees, 'cause that's cool.

Jack: You little...