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KIM POSSIBLE

BLOODRAYNE

IN THE BLOOD...

Chapter 2: Purity

Kim closed the blinds on the living room window before she returned to the couch where her boyfriend half sat, half laid on one side. "Summer's half over, Ron," Kim said as she sat down directly in front of him with her back against his chest and her head lying on his shoulder. "You sure you're not going to come with me to the community college?" she asked, snuggling against him. Only two months 'til her classes started at Middleton Community College, and she was still worried about Ron's not having applied to any college.

"Yeah I know, and I'm still not happy that you didn't go to a better school, KP," Ron said, kissing her shoulder blade. "You've earned better."

"Not worth it," Kim said, turning slightly so that she could nuzzle her face into the bend of his neck. "I wouldn't be able to see you every day."

"Kim …" Ron said, hugging her and kissing the side of her head.

"Love you too much to only see you on weekends." Kim whispered before turning fully to kiss him. "I thought you would have realized that after yesterday afternoon."

"We're really going to have to stop using the tree house like that," Ron grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm not sure how much more rocking she'll take."

"Speaking of which …" Kim purred, kissing along his jawbone. "Want to sneak up there and … ya know …"

"Would love to, KP but …" Ron gulped when Kim's lips traveled down his neck and her fingers dug into his jersey. "Your mom will be home any second and … I … promised to help with ... with, what's that called again … with the food."

"Well, I plan on getting my favorite brand of sausage one way or another …" Kim purred as she licked around the edge of his jaw.

"You're hooked, KP …wonder if there's a nymphomaniac help line you could call…" Ron gulped, squeaking when her hand reached for his pants. "Kim, we really don't have time!"

"Ronnie, baby…" Kim whispered while licking his neck, "we have time for a quickie." She purred again, her tongue brushing over his jugular vein. For some reason, this made her very thirsty. It was a strange sensation that was overtaking the redheaded teenager. She could swear she could hear and feel Ron's heartbeat, and it seemed to make her hungry. All her instincts were screaming at her to just take a small bite…

"KIM!" Kim and Ron leapt apart to stare at Mrs. Possible, who was staring at her daughter with wide, fearful eyes.

"Mom! We were just … I was just … uh …" Kim fumbled for words as she turned the color of her hair.

"Uh, I had a loose string on my shirt," Ron spoke up, earning a thankful look from his girlfriend, "Kim was helping me get it."

Mrs. Possible narrowed her eyes. "Ron, do you mind starting dinner? I'm going to go get changed then I'll be along to help."

"Um sure …" Ron said as he gave Kim a quick kiss and left for the Kitchen. Rayne watched them carefully before walking up to her room and picking up the cordless. She took a deep breath before dialing her husband's work number.

"Hi honey," Rayne spoke softly with a smile. "Hope I'm not interrupting … nothing's … really wrong, it's just Kimmie … no, this is different than when she was biting Pandaroo's neck … she was about to bite Ron, James. She was less than an inch from his jugular vein. No, I wasn't imagining it… I could hear her hissing!" Rayne sighed, "I don't understand it, Severin said that as long as our kids remained pure, then the vampiric sides would remain dormant … wait … Maybe your right, James; maybe I'm just paranoid."

Rayne slowly placed the phone on the hanger and sat down on her and her husband's bed. It's not like she didn't see it coming, in a way she had been expecting it since Kim befriended Ron in Preschool. "Kimmie …" Rayne sighed, lying back on her bed.

February, 1987

"Are you sure you're up for this, Rayne?" James asked with a concerned look as Rayne walked out of the house with a metal case containing her blades and Carpathian Dragon guns. She was dressed in her usual mission outfit, red and black leather two piece body suit that left little to the imagination. "You've been sick on and off the last few days."

"I'm fine, Hon," Rayne gave a frisky smile before kissing him hard and pulling back, leaving her husband breathless. "And Severin said this isn't a big job. An Occultist human target, just gotta take him while he's still human."

"You sure …" James asked, cupping the dhampir's cheek.

"Yes, I've probably just been getting too much sun," Rayne sat the case down and pulled him to her. "You're cute when you worry about me. And if I had the time … I'd drag you upstairs and show you what I think about that … over, and over, and over, and over …" Rayne was inches from kissing her husband again when a chopper appeared in the front yard. "Fucking Severin …"

"I hope you're not," James winked, as Rayne's old friend and partner stepped out of the stealth helicopter. "Should I be jealous?"

"What do you think of Wade's new toy for you?" Severin said as he approached the redhead and her husband.

"Nice, very nice," Rayne said looking over the high tech chopper. "Now let's get this over with." She then turned to the rocket scientist standing in the door of their home. "Be home in a few days, baby. Get some rest; you'll need it after I get back!"

"You two are quite disgustingly couple-like; you know that, Agent Bloodrayne?" Severin said as the two climbed into the chopper before it took off.

"I'm very well aware of that," Rayne winked at her partner, "And what's with this 'Agent Bloodrayne' stuff? You haven't used that shit in the fifteen years we've worked together."

"James and I have been talking," Severin said, glancing out the chopper window.

"Oh that's never good," Rayne asked stretching out in her seat, "What was the topic this time: beer, sex, or beer while having sex?"

"You'd think five years of marriage would get your mind out of the gutter, Rayne," Severin gave a wiry smile.

"The opportunity to get laid any time I so desire? As if," Rayne laughed, "So what's got a bug up your stiff ass this time?"

"I'd like you to do something else before the mission starts," Severin said in a nervous voice.

"Severin, really … I'm married, I can't give you a blowjob," Rayne smirked, crossing her arms behind her head.

Severin's only response to the comment was a shake of the head, "I want you to take … a little test while you're at your hotel room, ok? Just a simple little test."

"I don't have time for your shitty games, Severin," Rayne rolled her eyes.

"Just … for mine and James' sanity, please?" he asked handing Rayne a small plastic pharmacy bag.

Rayne cocked to her head to the side curiously as she took the bag and peeked inside. She instantly threw her head back in a deep, loud laugh. "Oh my god, Severin, that's great!"

"Just … you've been eating strangely, and the morning sickness, you know …" Severin drifted off, blushing slightly.

"You ever had James' cooking? Try eating that and you'll be going after anything else you can get your hands on just to get the taste out of your mouth." Rayne shook her head, "as for the getting sick, I've just been getting too much sun. Fucked up Vamp DNA doesn't like it too much."

"You've been getting sick in the morning, Rayne, how do you get sun at night?" Severin asked, and Rayne immediately shut up while trying to come up with a good answer. "Just take the test. If not for my sake then for your husband's, please? I mean for once in your life, can you just do something to be safe?"

"Fine, but only for you and James," Rayne said, pulling out the pregnancy test's box to read the instructions on the back. "I can't wait to tell you I told you so."

"Shit …" Rayne's trembling voice whispered as she sat on the hotel toilet. As the Bloodrayne, she had faced Nazis, criminals, Occult monsters, and the worst of whatever else Hell had to offer. Never once when facing any of these had she felt a bit of fear, but holding a little plastic device had the hundred plus Dhampir drowning in it.

Rayne's wide, green eyes stared at the blue plus sign on white background. "Oh my god…" She whimpered as tears flooded her eyes. She wasn't sure why she was afraid of it, but she was horrified by that little symbol.

Rayne almost jumped out of her skin when she heard the door of her room being kicked open and footsteps falling inside. She closed and then re-opened her eyes to use her aura vision and could see a healthy female aura moving around inside her room.

On instinct, she opened her case of weapons and reached for a Carpathian Dragon, but pulled away before the gun could sink its needles into one of her radial veins. 'What if using these could hurt my baby …' she thought as she stared at the blood-powered weapons.

Instead, she grabbed a flare gun and eased the bathroom door open, gripping the gun in one hand and the unforgotten and horrific test in the other. "D-Don't move!" Rayne stuttered as she aimed the gun at the assassin.

The assassin was hired by the very occult that Rayne had been sent to stop, and she had studied Agent Bloodrayne's work extensively before approaching the redhead's hotel room. Agent Bloodrayne was said to be a force of nature; something that couldn't be stopped, which is why said assassin prepared herself well before beginning her mission.

But the girl that was standing before her was not what she had in mind when she envisioned the legendary Bloodrayne. This redheaded woman was shaking like a leaf and her eyes were puffy and bloodshot.

"Um … are you Bloodrayne?" the assassin asked, blinking in confusion.

"Yeah, listen, I'm not going to attack your employer," Rayne said, taking a deep breath, "Some … information has come to me and I am unable to complete this mission. So just … walk out the door and I'll leave as soon as I pack back up. Nobody dies, and we're both happy. OK?"

"I've seen some trumped up tricks in my time, Red, but this takes the cake," the assassin chuckled, drawing her own gun and looking confused when Rayne seemed to double over in a midsection defensive stance.

"Please … I don't want to fight," Rayne shook her head, "If you must know … I just took a pregnancy test … and … this shit just isn't worth risking my baby."

"Prove it."

"Huh?" Rayne croaked.

"Prove to me that you're knocked up and I'll walk away and say you were already gone." The Assassin ordered, not taking her gun off the Dhampir.

Rayne blinked a few times then noticed the test in her hand. "Here's my pregnancy test; you can see the results. My partner gave me the easiest to read like I'm some kind of stupid, fucking idiot or something, like he always does, always treating me like a stupid … right, sorry, here, see for yourself …" Rayne cut off her uncharacteristic rambling to ease toward the assassin, the two guns still trained on the other.

Without taking her hand off her own gun, the assassin eased her hand toward the outstretched device and jerked it from the redhead's gasp and back peddled away. She looked at it for a second before glancing back, "This shit doesn't tell me a thing; I don't know how to read this!"

"For fuck's sake …" Rayne growled before easing back toward the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" the Assassin growled, blowing some of her raven hair from her pale freckled face.

"Just … getting the box … instructions are on the box." Rayne said, easing out of the door with the box in her hand before crouching down and throwing it to the other girl.

Rayne watched in silence as the other girl silently read the back of the box, "Well … I'll be damned. You're going to have a baby, congratulations."

"Thank you," Rayne nodded, gun still held firm. "So …are you going to let me go or am I gonna have to get violent?

"One condition, bloodsucker," the Assassin smirked, "If it's a she, I expect her named after me for letting you go."

"Fair enough, what's your name?" Rayne asked as the two slowly lowered their weapons.

"Anne," the Assassin said turning away, "My name's Kimberly Anne." She walked toward the door, but stopped and glanced back. "I'm really surprised, Bloodrayne. By what I heard of you, I thought you wouldn't care about anyone but yourself, but judging by what I just saw… you're going to be a great mama." Anne gave Rayne a quick wink, before leaving her alone.

Rayne stood there for several moments before collapsing on the bed. She shakily dialed the extraction number, "S-Severin … I need a pick up … I … something's happened."

Rayne jumped slightly when James burst into her room at the Brimstone Society private floor of Middleton General Hospital. "Rayne, are you ok? What happened? Severin called and scared me to death!"

"James … I … uh … how do I say this? … um …" Rayne said, glancing away while hugging her midsection. This wasn't the Rayne that James had known for the past few years; this girl seemed more timid and afraid whereas his wife was the bravest semi-human being he'd ever known.

"Raynie, what's wrong?" James asked, taking a seat beside her on the hard, uncomfortable bed.

"James … I … we …" Rayne took a hard gulp. "We're going to have a baby …"

James froze on the spot. "A baby? You're pregnant?"

"I … we … I understand if you're … I'll …" whatever Rayne was going to say was cut off when James took her in a firm, loving kiss.

"Ok, you two," Severin said as he and a female Dhampir doctor stepped into the room. "That's what got you into this mess, so you best calm down."

"Looks like a healthy pregnancy, Mrs. Possible," the doctor said as she looked at the redhead's charts. "You're around a month and a half along, dear, so the fun's just starting."

"Doctor … will my baby … be … like me?" Rayne asked timidly, "Or will she be like her father?"

"I'm afraid that no matter what she'll have the vampiric blood and especially strong since you were sired by Kagan," the doctor smiled sympathetically, "But the hunger shouldn't begin until her vampiric nature comes out of dormancy."

"Dormancy?" James asked in confusion, "Forgive me, I'm a bit new at this …"

"Vampires can't stand purity, baby," Rayne explained. "As long our little girl holds on to her virginity, then she will have some urges to bite, but it won't be overwhelming."

"Rayne's right; sexual purity will aid the baby as long as he or she keeps it." The doctor nodded. "Now, if there's nothing else, then I'll leave you a handbook at the front desk, and you can take her home when ever you're ready."

"So …" James said uncomfortably as the doctor left them alone.

"Severin, I want out," Rayne said, shocking the two men.

"What?" Severin gawked in surprise.

"You don't have to take me completely out of the Society if that's too much to ask, but … I don't want field work anymore. I know enough about human anatomy from my jobs to do something here in the medical center of the base. Just … I don't want to fight anymore." Rayne took a deep breath and grabbed James' hand. "I never knew my mother … and you know my relationship with my father… I don't want my baby to live like I have … I want to be there for her with her father. I want my baby to be happy … it took me almost two hundred years to find my happiness …" she whispered, squeezing James' hand, "I don't want my baby to have to wait that long."

"I'll get right on it, Rayne," Severin said patting his partner's shoulder. "You just go and rest and everything will be fine …"

Present Day

"Everything will be fine he says … bullshit …" Rayne whispered before leaving the bedroom.

Rayne studied the couple all through dinner and, surprisingly, without her husband and youngest twins even noticing her quieter behavior. 'Severin would be proud; I finally figured out how to be sneaky … just took having three, way too smart kids to do it.' Rayne thought as she watched the pair.

Rayne tested her daughter by making sure to leave Kim's steak extra rare. Several months ago, it would have sent Kim into a gagging fit with one bite. However, Rayne observed Kim shoveling it down much faster than even Ron's meal. She also noticed that, as had become normal in the last few weeks, the couple had been sitting so close that their shoulders bumped as they moved to eat.

Dinner ended quietly as Ron, James, and the twins moved quickly to watch wrestling in the living room, leaving Kim and Rayne to do the dishes. "Funny … I remember it being James' turn … oh well," Rayne sighed as she gathered up the used plates and dishes and joined her daughter by the sink with Rayne washing the dishes while Kim dried them. "So, everything going ok with Ron, Kimmie-cub?" Rayne asked casually as she cleaned a plate.

"Everything's great, Mom," Kim sighed happily, "I just have to kick myself sometimes for not seeing him like that sooner. Sure, Ron has his quirks, but he can be so sweet and polite, and on missions the last few times he's been … I dunno … more heroic …" Kim sighed again as a dreamy smile crossed her features, "He's not perfect, by any means, but … he's perfect for me."

"I'm happy for you, sweetheart," Rayne smiled lovingly at her daughter before going back to the dishes.

The two redheads continued the dishes in silence before Rayne finally spoke up again in the same casual tone. "So … how long have you been fucking him?"

The only response Rayne received was the sound of a plate shattering on contact with the floor.

To Be Continued …