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KIM POSSIBLE
BLOODRAYNE
IN THE BLOOD...
Chapter 1: Family Traits
Halloween … 1987 …
Well after midnight, three combat vehicles roared down the Nevada desert highway. The first two were filled with soldiers, and the last, jet black, held one passenger.
"You really think twenty is enough men to raid the shuttle thieves, Commander?" one of the soldiers asked unsurely, "I mean … they stole a shuttle, its rockets, and two astronauts from right under NASA's nose. What are twenty boys with guns gonna do?"
"We're not doin' nothing, Lieutenant," the commander said with an unsure look. "We just need to get that girl in; she's supposed to do the rest."
"How can a girl stop those … things?" the Lieutenant gaped.
"She's one of them." The commander said as the vehicles came to a halt.
The soldiers filed out and the Commander walked back to the black APC with the symbol of the Brimstone Society on the side. "Ok, little girl," The commander said, throwing open the windowless door, "We'll distract them, then you -" the older man barked, before the girl who looked no older then twenty five glared up at him with crystal blue eyes, and cut him off.
"I know what I'm to do," the girl said, slinking out of the vehicle like a tigress that had been caged too long. Her short red hair waved as she popped her neck audibly. Her skintight, red and black outfit made no sound as it stretched with her movements. The silence wasn't even broken by the spiked high heels of her knee high, leather boots moving across the asphalt.
Her outfit seemed to offer her no protection whatsoever, from the leather that looked like it was painted on, to her bare midriff and low cut top showing much of her cleavage. The Commander seemed somewhat unnerved by the girl's intense stare at his neck. She blinked before stepping past him. The only sound was the 'snikt' of her twin blades snapping forward on her forearms. "Let's get this over with. I'm… hungry."
The twenty soldiers never knew what hit them. As soon as they approached the complex, they were attacked by a pack of inhuman creatures. All twenty soldiers were slaughtered by a small group of Vampires. The soldiers had served their purpose. The redhead easily slipped past the distracted defenses and into the complex.
Two guards walked under a series of pipes that concealed her position above the central hallway of the complex. The two vampiric guards never saw what hit them either.
The redhead tossed the one complete body with a massive gash across his chest into a closet followed by the headless body on top of it. She popped her knuckles and took a look at her handiwork before she kicked the vampire's head in the closet like a soccer ball and closed the door.
"They just don't make Vampires like they used to," the blue eyed girl said as she shook her head and started down the hall before a woman's scream caught her attention. Her head snapped to face the direction of the scream before she broke into a dead sprint.
She came up to a large door, which apparently led to the central chamber. Using her Aura Sense, she could see just four other beings in the next room: two humans and what she guessed were two vampires. One of the vampires was a weakling, probably a Dhampir (a half Vampire/ half human), while the other was a Pureblood Vampire and a powerful one at that. She gasped suddenly when she saw one of the humans' life force fading away.
The redhead jump-kicked the door before rolling into the room and snapping her blades into combat position as she came up on one knee.
"Ah, Rayne, what a pleasant surprise," Kagan, the Vampire lord, said while smiling a fangy smile at the girl. "How have you been, dear daughter?"
The Elder Vampire Lord motioned his hand to her left where a pale, green-skinned girl with long, flowing, black hair in a green and black outfit held a woman in an astronaut jumpsuit close, sucking deeply on the young woman's throat. "Have you met your half sister?"
"Shelia, my dear, don't hog the girl for yourself. See if Rayne would like a taste." Kagan said while turning his bald head toward the green skinned Dhampir.
Shelia dropped the woman's body, watching blood spray from the puncture wounds in her neck. She turned toward the redhead, smiling at her half sister before licking her fangs clean of the excess blood.
Rayne went to jump her 'sister' Dhampir when Kagan walked over to the other hostage: A male astronaut chained to a chair with determination instead of fear showing from his lanky form. "I wouldn't if I were you, Rayne, or what is it you like to go by these days, Bloodrayne, unless you want me to give your sister another snack."
"If you think you can scare Commander James Timothy Possible, you bunch of blood suckers, then you've got another thing coming!" the Astronaut snapped at the Vampire Lord, "I've read and watched every Bram Stoker, Steven King, and all those other whack job authors' and directors' works 'til it's ingrained in my memory. Think you guys can be scarier than all those classic vampire dramas? Give me your best shot!"
"You're a brave man, Commander Possible." Kagan smiled down at the seemingly fearless man. "Any last words before I tear your throat out?"
"Yeah, how is it you Vampires got so smart?" he asked, looking up at the vampire lord, "I mean, tying my arms to the chair, but leaving my legs free to do something like … THIS!" He said, rearing back and kicking the Vampire between the legs as hard as he could.
"FUCK!" Kagan croaked, as he doubled over and went to his knees, only to be kicked again in the face, which sent the vampire tumbling back with blood jetting from his broken nose.
"Father!" Shelia cried, but then gasped in pain as Bloodrayne's blade cut her arm clean off. "You cut off my arm; YOU CUT OFF MY ARM… stupid bitch!" the Dhampir hissed, glaring at her half sister.
Shelia straightened herself, lifted her bleeding nub, and watched as it was engulfed in green flame, which formed a new arm. "Nice trick," Bloodrayne complimented.
"Why thank you. I've worked hard to master that type of magic and …" Shelia started, but was cut off by the sole of Rayne's spiked heel ramming cartilage from her nose to the top of her head.
Shelia went flying across the room and hit the wall, cracking it and knocking her colder than a foundered flounder.
"You stupid human!" Kagan hissed, jerking the man from the restraints and holding him in the air by his throat.
"Don't do it, 'Daddy'," Rayne's voice sounded, cold as an Antarctic winter, from behind him, "Unless you want to see if your other little girl can re-grow her head like she can her arm?"
Kagan turned to see the unconscious Shelia held up by Bloodrayne with Rayne's arm-blade held tight against the green-skinned girl's throat.
"Fine," Kagan barked, dropping the man to the ground, "Now leave her be."
Rayne narrowed her eyes, but shoved the unconscious body toward her father. Before she could react, Kagan was on top of her holding her up by one hand. "You're about as quick as your mother," Kagan sneered at the struggling Dhampir, "One little jab and she's done."
Rayne growled and came around with one of her blades, but the vampire lord caught the blade between his fingers. "Be careful, Rayne," Kagan said in mock-concern, jerking the blade from her arm. "You could hurt yourself with such sharp objects." He chuckled, stabbing the blade through her left shoulder and almost completely severing her arm. Rayne couldn't halt the scream of pain as Kagan jerked the blade from her shoulder and threw it across the floor.
"You've gotten in my way for the last time, little girl," Kagan sneered at the weakened Dhampir, "Time to be punished for your crimes against your own race."
Kagan sniffed the air for a moment, "You do smell like your mother, Rayne, I wonder … do you taste like her, too?" he asked as he bared his fangs and approached her neck.
Rayne braced herself for the bite, but was surprised when it never came, just the sudden whiff of vampiric blood filling her nostrils.
"Where I come from, Fang-face," Commander Possible stated boldly as he dug Rayne's blade into Kagan's upper back and right into his heart. "We treat beautiful women with respect."
Kagan dropped Rayne, who fell limply to the floor, and convulsed as the astronaut continued to spin and dig the blade into his back, cutting through his spine, lungs, and heart.
"If my knowledge of anatomy and physiology is right … you should have a nicely fricasseed heart there, bud. Have a nice second death, deadman." Possible growled as he jerked the blade from Kagan's back, letting him fall.
"Father!" Sheila screamed as she came out of her daze and ran to her father's side. "I'll help you!" she yelled as she scooped the lifeless form of her father up in her arms and leapt for the rafters.
Commander Possible watched the two monsters escape before helping Rayne lay flat. "Jeez, he messed you up pretty bad," James said, gingerly touching the edges of the large gash on her shoulders.
"No kidding?" Rayne winced, trying not to look at the wound. "You should have left the blade in …"
"I'm not really keen on taking peoples' lives, even people like him." he said, unzipping his jump suit and pulling off his undershirt, not noticing the girl lying beside him embarrassedly looking away.
"This may not be the most sanitary bandage, but it's the best I have to work with," he said while wrapping the shirt around her shoulder, "What? You never seen a guy with his shirt off? By the way, the name's Possible, James Possible." he said in his best Sean Connery voice as he worked on her makeshift bandage.
Rayne darted her eyes back to the man's face indignantly, "Call me Rayne. And, yes, I have seen that and more," she spat, scolding herself for acting childishly then and now.
"This will probably hurt …" James warned and waited for her to nod. Rayne took a deep breath as he tightened the shirt roughly around her arm and yelped as the pain shot through her. Then she gasped when he pulled her up into his arms and held her comfortingly.
"That help any?" He asked, looking down at the redhead in his arms.
She nodded numbly, 'So that's what being held feels like…' she thought, still staring at the peculiar human that was gently easing her back to the floor.
"This isn't doing any good. You're still losing too much blood," James said, glancing at his ripped and blood soaked t-shirt. "I thought your kind had fast healing?" He asked and then smiled apologetically as he felt her stiffen in his arms, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."
"I'm not a vampire, not completely anyway," Rayne said as she closed her eyes, strangely lulled by the feeling of being in this human's arms, "My mother was a human. That freak you stabbed raped my mother, and nine months later, here I come."
"I'm sorry," He said softly, earning a dismissive nod from the wounded Dhampir.
"No big; it's ancient HISSStory" She said, sucking in her breath as he tightened the bandage in an attempt to stop the bleeding. "I do have most of their powers and almost none of their weaknesses except I have a few issues with bodies of water."
"So no hot-tub bubble bath treatment with me when we get out of here?" He asked, wiggling an eyebrow.
'Did he just make a pass at me?' Rayne thought, and even more confusion bubbled up when she didn't feel the urge to rip him to shreds for bringing up the concept. "Nope, but a small shower just big enough for two sounds like fun." Rayne purred, and then blinked in confusion, 'Did I say that out loud?'
"So when's your extraction team supposed to come in?" the Commander asked, easing the girl back to the floor to check over the wound better.
Rayne shivered slightly, instantly noticing the lack of warmth. "Morning, 0500," Rayne groaned, realizing that that was hours away.
"I'm worried you may not make it," James said worriedly. "You'll go in shock well before then. You say you have vampire powers; healing is not one of them?"
"Yeah, I can heal," Rayne replied, looking around, "But I'm drained and it takes living blood for me to recharge and seeing as nothing in here is alive, I'm shit out of luck."
"I'm alive."
"No! I'm not biting you," Rayne said in a panicked voice. "I won't do it."
"Why not? My neck not good enough for you?" James winked, before growing serious. "If you don't, you'll die."
"And if I take too much, YOU'LL die, you stupid ass," Rayne cursed, glaring at the astronaut, "This isn't like the movies. If I bite you, you won't come back as a Vampire; only a Vampire Lord's bite can do that."
"Don't be stubborn. You're obviously a highly thought of agent, so you need to survive this to help others," James stated seriously, "Me, I'm just a space boy no one'll miss."
"I will!" Rayne exclaimed before blushing, "I-I mean I'm sure somebody will."
"You're going to bite me, Rayne," He stated with a knowing look.
"I don't see how you're going to make me!" Rayne shot back indignantly.
"I've studied Vampirism since I was in high school," James said, running his hand down from her wounded shoulder and along her skin-tight leather top, "and not the fake movie stuff either; I mean the real, recorded stuff that they don't have in public libraries."
"Oh, what's that got to …" She started to ask, but went quiet and her eyes widened as she felt his hand cup one breast. "Stop … you don't know what you're getting yourself into …"
"All you have to do is take just enough to heal yourself," James whispered, giving her a good view of his neck, letting his hand slide down her body, barely touching her toned, uncovered tummy.
"Please stop … I don't …want to … to h-hurt you …" Rayne panted, then arched her back and let out a throaty moan as he touched her directly between her legs.
"You won't," James whispered, "Now drink."
Rayne gave him one last longing look as if to memorize his face before reaching up and wrapping her hand around the back of his neck to bring his throat down to her waiting fangs.
James and Rayne moaned together as her fangs broke his skin and drew the blood from his jugular into her hungry mouth, allowing her healing ability do its work.
She drank for only a few seconds. For the two involved, however, it felt like hours of the best sex either had ever had. Rayne finally pulled away, panting for breath and licking the remaining red fluid from her rosy lips. "Are you … are you ok?" She asked, her blue eyes shining with worry.
"Whoa …" James breathed, opening his chocolate eyes to gaze at the Dhampir. "Yeah … that was … wow … are you ok?"
Rayne nodded, unwrapping the soaked shirt from her shoulder and seeing the wound had completely healed. "Looks like it did the trick … are you sure you're ok?"
"A little light headed," James panted, smiling at the redhead. "Not sure if it was from losing the blood or … from how I lost it … that's a hell of a hicky you can do."
"Liked that huh?" Rayne said before moving in to capture his lips in a hard kiss that lasted almost a minute. She pulled back and smiled wickedly, "Wait 'til you try this on for size, big boy." She said before tackling the man to the floor.
A few hours later …
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" A feminine voice spoke up as Rayne's and James' eyes widened. "Bloodrayne get a boyfriend?"
"W-Who are you? What do you want? Are you with those Vampires?" James asked, trying to cover his nakedness as he stared up at a cloaked woman.
"What do you want, Rockwaller?" Rayne groaned as she sat up, not even minding she was completely naked.
"Oh cover up, Vampiress. Severin sent me. I'm here to pick you up." the woman said, rolling her eyes.
"You two know each other?" James asked, glancing between the redhead and the cloaked woman.
"Captain James T. Possible," Rayne said, pulling her pants on and nodding toward the captain then turning to the woman, "Minerva Rockwaller. She's a mage with the Brimstone Society."
"Get dressed you two; Captain Possible has a chopper waiting outside the compound." Minerva stated, folding her arms across her chest.
"I guess this is it, huh …" James said, zipping up his suit. "Will I ever see you again, Rayne?"
"Maybe, handsome," Rayne said, pulling him in for a kiss after she finished fastening her top. "Your chariot awaits. Thanks for the best fuck I ever had." She finished with a wink.
"Considering how long you've been around," James gave a lopsided smile, "I'll take that as a high compliment. Goodbye, Rayne …" he said, taking a sad expression before exiting the chamber.
"'Maybe, handsome' … 'your chariot awaits' … gimme a break," Minerva groaned after he left them.
"What?" Rayne narrowed her eyes.
"You were sent to rescue the pilots, note the plural," Minerva stated, pulling back her hood. "Not let one die and then screw the other's brains out. Not to mention you bit him too; do you know how dangerous that is?"
"I was in full control!" Rayne growled, flashing her fangs at the unaffected mage.
"Is that why the good captain has claw marks on his back?" Minerva smirked before noticing Rayne was blushing slightly. Her eyes widened in realization. "Oh your God, you actually like that human male."
"You're married to a normal human man so you shouldn't talk!" Rayne stuck out her tongue.
"Marriage? Oh I didn't know it was already that serious!" Minerva teased, grinning at the half-vampire.
"Whatever …" Rayne grumbled and turned away.
"I do not believe this; you just met the guy and you're already head over heels," Minerva stated, stepping toward the Halfling.
"No, I'm not," Rayne stated firmly.
Minerva tsked and shook her head. "If you weren't, when I teased about marriage, you would have replied by flipping me off and telling me to go screw myself in the much nastier way of saying it."
"Kiss my shiny, leather-clad ass, bitch," Rayne shot, flipping off her fellow member of the Brimstone Society.
"Now that's the Rayne I know," Minerva grinned. "Seriously, if you want to keep him … I might just have his address … on this little slip of paper … oh, now where did I put that thing? …"
Rayne stared at the mage as she dug around in her cloak and tunic before jumping toward the magic user with blinding speed. The childish cry of "GIMME!" could be heard throughout the complex.
Middleton, Colorado … The next night …
James Timothy Possible sighed as he pulled up to the large, three-story, ranch style home that his mom had left in his care after her move. He had just spent the last sixteen hours filling out paperwork and triple checking the recovered shuttle and equipment. "I think it's time to step down from the space cowboy sitch," James said as he unlocked the door and walked into his home.
"Twenty five years old and I'm already saying I'm too old for this …" James sighed as he threw his coat on the couch, not noticing that the house seemed a lot cleaner than how he left it.
James shook his head to clear it, opened his bedroom door, and took two steps in before he froze. "Hey there, Space Cowboy," Rayne purred, moving below the thin sheet on his bed. Judging by the curves that showed through the sheet, it was obvious to the astronaut that the beautiful redhead was completely nude.
"Uh … hi …" James stuttered.
"I hope you don't mind me making myself at home, lover," Rayne said, turning to lay on her back and making the sheet slide down where it just barely covered her nipples. "Consider yourself lucky, babe. I've decided to keep you." She said, looking at James with a look that almost never crossed her face: a look of love.
"Uh … huh?" James mumbled staring at the Halfling.
"Come to bed, Tiger" Rayne said warmly, holding out her arms to him. "You just hit the jackpot."
Middleton, Colorado … Present Day …
"You ok, honey?" Dr. James Possible asked as he stepped up to his wife of twenty three years, who was looking out the window to the backyard.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," Dr. Rayne Possible smiled, before walking over to a cabinet and reaching up to unlatch the false door in the back that concealed a hidden refrigerator. She slowly pulled out a small bottle filled with a red liquid. "Just thinking about the past … and the possible future …" She gave a small smile to where her daughter, Kim, and her boyfriend of one month, Ron Stoppable, were in the backyard. Ron was pushing Kim on the homemade swing nailed to the old oak tree. Rayne took a swig of the dark red fluid and sighed loudly, before looking worriedly at her daughter.
"Kim's eighteen years old, Rayne," James said, placing a hand on his wife's shoulder. "And not so much as a fang has shown up. Maybe she's more human than …"
"I hope so, James," Rayne sighed, leaning back into his chest. "I really hope so …" She whispered as she looked down in disgust at the bottle of blood she clutched so tightly. The bottle burst open under her powerful grip and she gave another sigh, "I don't want that for her, James." She cleaned up the broken glass and looked at her bloodied hand, feeling the urge rise again. Her hand dropped to her side and she buried her head in her husband's chest. "I know, sweetheart, I know," he said comfortingly.
Outside, Kim laughed, completely unaware of anything out of the ordinary as she swung higher before closing her eyes tight and shielding her face with one hand. "You all right, KP?" Ron asked worriedly, catching her on the return.
"Yeah … the sun is just really bright today …" Kim complained as she squinted at the attacking rays.
