Cheerleader Exchange

A Kim Possible/Monster High crossover by Robert Teague

This story was written for the entertainment of Monster High and Kim Possible fans, and no copyright infringement is intended. This story may be reproduced, provided no changes are made, and you let me know.

Author's Note: The constant barrage of monster-related jokes and puns in the MH webisodes are far beyond my writing skills, so I'm not even going to try. Be warned, though, I WILL slide in something once in a while, when the opportunity presents itself.

Exchange Program Part Two of Two

Chapter One Draculaura's Demesnes

The purple SL Roth containing teen heroine Kim Possible and Draculaura, a vampire who attended Monster High, passed the city limits sign of Salem, Oregon. Thanks to the car's ability to fly, the trip from Middleton Colorado had taken only a few hours.

Draculaura had spent a week in Middleton, staying with Kim and attending her high school as part of a fearleader exchange program. Now it was Kim's turn. Besides exchanging tips, tricks, and routines, the exchange was part of an effort to improve relations between monsters and normies. It had met a qualified success.

It was night, and raining off and on, but not heavily. Few other cars were on the road.

Draculaura put her iCoffin down in her lap, and looked over at Kim. "I've texted all my ghoulfriends, and they'll come by tomorrow to meet you."

"Sure, I'm looking forward to it," answered Kim, "That was the city limit sign."

"Okay, take a right at the third light," said the petite vampire, pointing ahead.

Kim did so, and found herself driving on a smooth, wide road between thick trees. There were few street lights, and it was very dark.

"We're going to pass Monster High in a minute. It'll be on the right," said the local girl.

Kim slowed down and tried to take a good look at the place she would be attending. A high fence closed it in, and the building reminded her of a castle. It was two stories tall, with a few towers, but the shadows made it difficult to see much else.

"Looks... interesting..." said Kim, "I'd bet it's fun to explore."

"Well, yes, but you still have to be careful. I'll show you the ropes Monday," was the reply.

"I see a light on in that tower, what's that?" asked Kim, pointing.

Her passenger took a look. "The school's radio station is there, but I don't know why a light would be on. Maybe C.A. forgot to turn it off."

"The school has a radio station? That's cool! Wish Middleton had one," said Kim.

"We have a communications course," said Draculaura.

"So, who's C.A.?" Kim asked.

"C.A. Cupid, daughter of the God of Love," was the answer. "She has a relationship advice show."

Kim gave her an odd look, then shook her head. "I guess there's no telling who goes to school here," she muttered. The Sloth pulled away and on into the near-dark.

Another turn or two and the car pulled into a paved driveway that circled in front of a huge mansion. The front porch light was on, as were a few lights showing through windows. The overall effect was positively creepy, but for some odd reason, Kim didn't feel any danger at hand.

Her vampire companion jumped out and ran up on the porch. Kim joined her a moment later. "Welcome to my home, Kim! Come on, I'll show you your room. Renfield will get the bags. Just leave the car unlocked."

Inside, Kim found a large room with old-fashioned but comfortable furniture. The light was dimmer than she was used to in houses, but she could see well enough. Doors on either side of the room were closed, and she caught a glimpse of a staircase past an arched way. Beyond it was darkness.

A man appeared out of the darkness and bowed. "Welcome home, Miss." He was dressed in a dark suit, and appeared to be a regular human. He had a British accent.

"Thank you, Renfield! This is Kim Possible, who will be staying with us this week," said Lala.

"Welcome to the House of Dracula, Miss Possible," he said, bowing slightly. "I've followed your exploits for some time now."

"Where's Daddy? I wanted him to meet her," said Lala, folding her parasol and putting it in a stand by the door.

"I'm afraid the Master has had to go to the Old Country on business, and doesn't expect to be back for two weeks, at least," was the answer.

"Oh, too bad," she said, and turned to her guest. "Kim, can I get you something to eat or drink?"

"I could use a cup of coffee," said the teen heroine, "The drive in the rain kinda wore me out."

"Okay, come on. Then I'll give you the short tour," said Draculaura, and led the way into the darkness past the stairs.

As the coffee pot perked, the vampire joined the normie at the kitchen table. "Renfield will get the bags and take yours to your room."

"Speaking of him, I thought you said you didn't know any normal humans," said Kim.

Lala blinked a couple of times, then giggled. "You know, he's been such a staple in my life, I'd forgotten. He IS a normie!"

"And works for your father."

"Yes, for many years now. Ah, the coffee's ready." Lala got up and got some large mugs from a shelf. "Hope you don't mind bat's milk."

Kim wasn't sure how to answer, but finally shrugged and said, "I'll try it."

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After finishing her coffee, Draculaura took Kim on a tour. The house had two stories and an attic, but Kim had the distinct feeling there was more to it than she saw.

"That's Daddy's study," said the vampire girl, pointing to a closed door, "He prefers if nobody goes in without his permission."

"Not a problem," smiled Kim. Even though the reality was very different from the movies, she didn't think she really wanted Dracula to be mad at her.

Finally the odd duo went upstairs to find a long corridor and doors on either side. Framed portraits lined the walls between them.

"This is the bathroom," said Draculaura, opening the door. A quaint room met Kim's gaze, but not much different from other such facilities she had been in while in Europe.

Going to the next door on the same side, the vampire girl opened it. "This is my room. Come in, and see what you think!"

The walls were stark and bare, painted a dark green, but the furniture was, for the most part, pink. Kim looked around, and noticed there was a vanity with a mirror, which she found a bit odd.

"Nice," was her comment.

Draculaura went over and opened another door while flicking a light switch beside it. "This is my closet. Sixteen hundred years of outfits, and I've worn all of them."

Kim stepped up beside her and looked in. Clothes on hangers stretched into the dark. "Wow... Monique would be impressed."

The vampire giggled. "I'll have to invite her over for a weekend, so she can go through it and see the history of monster fashion."

"I'm sure she'd like that."

"Come on, your room is next to mine," said Lala, turning off the light and closing the door.

Kim's room was sparsely furnished, and had that 'un-lived-in' feel guest rooms tend to have. Her two suitcases sat in front of the closet door.

"Is my closet as big as yours?" Kim asked.

"Oh, no, mine was built special. Well, it's getting late, and I'm sure you're tired. Either I or Renfield will wake you for breakfast," said Lala.

"Okay, thanks," nodded Kim, sitting on the bed. It was a bit softer than she preferred, but the sheets felt like silk. The bed itself was a four-poster canopied model.

"Good night, then," Lala stopped and turned back just outside the door. "And Kim, don't worry. You're safe here, I promise."

The redhead looked up quickly, and started to protest she could take care of herself, but stopped. "Thank you," she said.

The door closed behind the vampire.

A few minutes later, Kim lay on her back in bed, the darkness close around her. Some light from a street light made the window glow a bit, but did nothing to illuminate the room.

She listened, but beyond some slight noise from Draculaura's room, all was quiet.

"So not the drama," she murmured to herself as she rolled over and closed her eyes.