A/N: I don't own Kim Possible or Interview with the Vampire. I make no money from this project. You will notice that some of the scenes are directly from the movie, but the story will stray from the movie in the coming chapters, however most of the major scenes will still be apart of the fanfic. This story will continue beyond the last scene of Interview with the Vampire.

Chapter One: Death's Embrace

A young woman stared forlornly out into the warm summer night, watching the people on the street below with interest. She then sighed and said,

"You followed me,"

"Yeah I suppose I did," a voice from a nearby table echoed in the dimly lit room.

"You wish for me to tell you about my life,"

"Yes, I guess you could say I'm a collector of lives,"

"You'd have to have a lot of tape for my story,"

"No problem, I have plenty of tape right here," this statement was followed by the clicking of a lighter and a deep drag from a cigarette. " So is this where you live?" A slight chuckle came from the female form draped in a black trench coat. Her crimson hair shifted as the remnant of her low laughter faded.

"No," she replied. " Just a room,"

"So, what do you do?"

"I'm a vampire," the blonde man laughed at this.

"You mean this literally I take it,"

"Absolutely," the woman replied. " I was waiting for you in that alley; watching you watching me and then you began to speak,"

"Wow, lucky for me,"

"Perhaps lucky for the both of us,"

"What were you going to do?" the man asked still amused. " Kill me, drink my blood, that sorta thing?"

"Yes, but you needn't be worried with that now,"

"You really believe this don't you?" the young woman turned revealing burning emerald eyes to her blue eyed companion.

"We can't begin this way," she stated sighing heavily. "Let me turn on the light,"

"I thought vampires didn't like the light,"

"Oh no, we love it," the woman smiled. " I only wanted to prepare you," with that the lights suddenly flashed on. The blonde man jumped up upon seeing that the woman was now standing at the light switch. His sudden motion caused a small naked-mole rat to peep out from beneath his coat pocket.

"Hey!" the small creature shouted in alarm.

"Sorry little buddy," the man said petting his pet on its pink head. He then looked up at the now smirking red-head. "How did you do that?"

"Same as you; a series of simple gestures, only I move to fast for you to see," she replied taking a seat across from him at the table. " I'm flesh and blood, but not human; I haven't been human for two hundred years,"

"You're not lying to me are you?"

"Why would I lie?" she asked noticing that the mole rat had leapt on to the table and was gazing up at her curiously. She reached out her hand to it and it immediately scampered into her open palm. She brought the little animal to her and began to softly stroke it along its back. "Please, have a seat," the young man sat back down still recovering from what he had seen. "So shall we begin like David Copperfield? I am born, I grew up or should we begin with when I as born into darkness as I call it?" she then set the mole rat back down, but continued her ministrations. " That's really where we should begin isn't it? By the way, my name's Kim, Kim Possible,"

"Ron Stoppable," the blonde replied lighting another cigarette. He then put the first tape into a small recorder and pressed 'record,'

"Seventeen ninety-one was the year it happened..."

—

Kimberly Ann Possible rode along a crowded beach filled with people, mainly sailors, preparing for their long voyages to the European continent. Her vermillion hair swirled around her face as warm, salty wind blew in from the ocean. She took a deep breath and made her horse turn in the opposite direction; toward the old cemetery at the edge of the nearby woods.

As she reached a rather large monument, she forced the chestnut colored animal to a halt and hopped down. After securing it to a tree nearby, she walked up to the grave site gazing up at the stone angel standing over it. Her eyes trailed down to the inscription at the statue's base.

Marcus Vincent Possible

1754-1790

Loving Husband and Father

A single tear rolled down Kim's face as she traced the inscription with her delicate fingers. After her husband died a year before, she hadn't left her plantation except to come an visit his grave and the grave of their daughter, which lay at her husband's side.

Cynthia Sophie Possible

1790-1791

May ye rest in peace

Kim reached into a brown leather bag that hung on her belt and pulled out a bottle of yellowish liquid. She lifted it to her lips and took a long swig letting the drink burn her throat. She hadn't drank before their deaths nor had she been as reclusive as she now was. She and Marcus used to travel the world going on many great adventures; she was always smiling back then and very athletic, but a year of alcohol and darkness had made her physical prowess diminish quite substantially

"I wish I were with both of you," Kim sobbed resting her head against the cold, unfeeling stone. She dropped the now empty bottle, hearing it shatter against the ground. The horse whined sympathetically and stomped one hoof into the dirt.The sun, now a bright crimson orb, was setting just past the horizon; its red glare merely a pinpoint of light in the bluish-black sky.

A shadow moved behind the trees, making the horse jump and bay at the darkness. The figure of a woman gazed at the sobbing red head with a smirk playing on her obsidian lips. Pale green flesh permeated the shadows followed by raven-black hair. The woman, dressed in a long emerald dress with black gloves, watched Kim for a moment more before disappearing back into the cemetery.

Suddenly the thundering of hooves echoed through the graveyard. Kim looked up with bloodshot eyes at the concerned face of her house servant, Yvette.

"Madame Possible! We were worried about you at the plantation,"

"I am sorry Yvette," Kim said standing uneasily. Yvette jumped down from the horse she took from her mistresses stables and ran toward the slightly drunken woman. Kim slumped into her servant's arms and began to cry. Yvette wrapped her arms around Kim and held her tightly to her chest.

"I understand Madame, come let us go home," with that Yvette took Kim's horse and brought it to the other, helping her mistress astridethe stable horse. One last look toward the cemetery and Yvette had hopped on, holding the other horse by its reigns; they then made their way back to the plantation unaware of the woman watching from among the gravestones.

—

"So how'd they die?" Ron asked stopping the tape and turning over pressing the record button once again. Kim looked up from the naked mole rat, whose name she discovered was Rufus, and sighed.

"My husband had caught a disease from one of the countries we traveled to," Kim said staring down at the polished wood table. "The doctors said that they couldn't do anything, that we just had to wait and hopethat it got better...it didn't. My husband died about six months afterward,"

"What about Cynthia?"

"I don't know...the doctors found no reason for it,"

"Do you think it was the same disease that took Marcus?" Ron questioned tapping his cigarette against the small ash tray in front of him.

"Possibly," Kim sighed. " Where was I? Oh yes, the next day I went to a local tavern to play cards..."

—

Kim looked over at the burly card player in front of her. His beady eyes squinted at her and alcohol trickled down his bushy beard. She eyed the pistol that protruded from beneath his oversized belly and prayed that he would use it after this next hand.

"Play your hand already girl!" the man shouted, sprayingthe smell of liquor into her face. She smiled sweetly at him before dropping four aces onto the table. "How many aces are in that deck?"

"Are you calling be a cheat?" Kim asked innocently. The man grabbed the table and flipped it over, whipping out the pistol and aiming it at her heart.

"I'm calling you a piece of stinking awful!"Kim lifted her hands and opened her blouse displaying a small amount of cleavage as she did so. The man stared down her shirt momentarily distracted from his task.

"You lack the courage of your convictions sir...do it!" and under her breath she whispered, "Kill me damn it,"

Above, the same woman who had been in the cemetery watched the scene now with concern for the red headed girl. She watched the man lower his weapon and walk away from the suicidal woman. She glared at the retreating man's form then gazed back at Kim who stood up and left the tavern. The woman followed Kim's path with her eyes noticing that the burly man was following her.

Kim turned down the street and continued on for a while before stopping behind a nearby building to cry. As the tears rushed down her face she felt a strong hand wrap around her throat and before she could do anything, she was slammed against the wall with the card player's enraged face glaring at her.

"You thought you could make a fool of me in there girl? When Kim did not respond he applied pressure to her throat, cutting off her windpipe. She gasped for a couple of moments before falling to the ground as the man was ripped from her. She vaguely heard him scream before a snapping sound rung through the night.

Kim looked up through her bleary vision to she a black-haired beauty with pale green skin studying her closely. The woman opened her mouth, revealing brilliant, alabaster fangs that glinted in the light of the full moon. With a hiss the woman bit into Kim's neck, dragging the weakened girl to her feet.

Kim's eyes widened as she felt her feet leave the ground with the woman still clinging to her. As they floated over the ocean, the woman released her mouth from Kim's neck. She watched as her own blood dripped down the woman's chin and onto the pale flesh of her bosom.

"Do you still want death?" the older female asked. "Or have you tasted it enough?"

"Enough," came Kim's raspy voice. The vampire smirked and let the girl drop into the waves.

—

"She left me there... on the banks of the Mississippi, somewhere between life and death,"

"How did you get home?"

"Yeah," Rufus squeaked.

"I wandered up the beach until I reached the tavern," Kim replied. They saw how sick I was and gave me a blanket before sending a messenger to the manor. Yvette came for me about two hours later,"

"What was your relationship with Yvette? You two seemed very close,"

"She and I grew up together as mistress and servant...oh if you are implying a romantic connection then no, we did nothing of the sort,"

"Did you see the woman again?"

"Yes, the very next evening,"

—

Kim lay in her bed and coughed feeling a horrible scratching in her throat. Yvette had fixed her some soup, which had soothed some of the pain, but not much. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the figure of a woman walking through her room.

She pulled out a pistol from under her pillow and aimed at the woman, who she recognized from the night before.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" She woman smiled disarmingly and ran her fingers through the soft material that shrouded Kim's bed.

"I am here to answer your prayers," Kim put the gun down and continued to watch as the woman made her approach.

"Life has no meaning anymore does it?" she asked sitting down beside the red head. "The food is ashen, the wine has no taste, there just doesn't seem to be any use for any of it, but what if I could give it back to you? Pluck out the pain, give you a new life, one which you could never imagine and neither sickness nor death will ever touch you again,"

"Who are you?" Kim asked again.

"My name is Shego and do not be afraid, I'm going to give you the choice I never had,"

—

" And so I got up the next morning prepared to make my choice," Kim stated glancing up at Ron, who now had put another tape into the recorder.

"You accepted,"

"Yes, that is painfully obvious isn't it?" she laughed. "I am afraid that my flair for story telling has somewhat diminished over the centuries,"

"No this all very fascinating," Ron assured. " Right buddy?" Rufus nodded eagerly.

"Huh huh!"

"Of course it's not everyday you get to speak with a vampire is it?"

"No, not really,"

"Anyway, as I said I woke up that morning prepared to die, so I went to a small hill on my property and watched my last sunrise as if it were my first; then I set out to become what I became,"

—

Kim walked through the cemetery stopping at her family's graves once again. She did not know what was supposed to happen next. Should she just stand here waiting for Shego or go in search of her.

"I am here," came the older woman's voice from a nearby monument. Kim turned to see the vampire dressed in a green blouse and her signature black gloves. "So have you said your goodbyes to the light?" Before Kim could answer Shego had already sunk her fangs into the girl's supple flesh.

Kim felt the lifeblooddrain from her veins as she and the woman fell to the ground. Shego continued to drink for a moment then stopped bringing her lips to hover over Kim's earlobe.

"I have drained you to the point of death," Shego breathed sending hot, steamy air onto Kim's cheek. " If I leave you here you will die or you could be young forever my dear, as we are now, but you must tell me,"

"Will you come or no?" Kim groaned turning over to look up at Shego's emerald eyes.

"Yes," Kim rasped. "Yes,"

Shego stood and took off one of her gloves, raising her wrist to her mouth. A crunch could be heard in the graveyard as Shego bit into her own flesh drawing forth her blood. She then brought her arm to Kim, letting the crimson elixir drip into her open mouth.Kim drank greedily wrapping her arms around Shego's.

"Enough!" the green vampire growled after a while. "Enough!" Kim released Shego and writhed on the ground with her back arching as she hissed in pain.

"Your body is dying," Shego whispered. " Pay it no attention; it happens to us all,"

Suddenly Kim's body stopped jerking and she sat up with a bewildered look toward her maker.

"Yes," Shego sighed. "Look at the world with your vampire eyes," Kim stood and gazed around her. She thought that she could see the angel statue open its eyes, but it didn't.

—

" What was it like?" Ron Stoppable asked.

"It was like nothing I'd ever seen," Kim smiled fondly recalling that night. "The statues seemed to move, but didn't, I was a newborn vampire weeping at the beauty of the night,"

"Wow," Rufus said in his high pitched voice.

"Would you like another cigarette?"

"Oh, you don't mind do you," Ron asked taking another out of his pack. "Well I guess you're not going to die of cancer or anything like that,"

"I don't think so," Kim smiled.

"So what about crucifixes?"

"Crucifixes?"

"Yeah, can you look at them?"

"Actually I'm quite fond of looking at crucifixes,"

"What about the old stake through the heart thing?"

"Ridiculous,"

"What about coffins,"

"Coffins...coffins, however were an unfortunate necessity,"

—

Kim and Shego had returned to the plantation bringing a couple of coffins from the cemetery with them. As they descended the stairs into the basement Shego gave Kim a calming smile. "Don't worry I'll teach you everything about being a vampire," she took Kim's hand and led her to one of the coffins.

Kim uncertainly entered the death box and gazed questioningly up at Shego's still smiling face.

"Soon you will sleep as sound as you've ever slept; when you awake I will be waiting for you and so will all the world," with that she slide the lid to the coffin shut leaving Kim in warm darkness that encircled her, lulling her into slumber.

A/N: I know its almost word for word from the movie, but the next chapter will have things going very differently from there. Please tell me what you think and I'll update soon.