A/N: I don't own Kim Possible or Interview with the Vampire

Chapter Three: Learning the Hard Way

Shego led Kim through the throng of partygoers, holding her hand tightly in hers. Kim was going to be a difficult student if she kept up the 'humanity' act. The more experienced vampire supposed that Kim needed to hit rock bottom before she accepted what she was and what she had to do to survive.

She looked back to the younger red-head and gave her a reassuring smile, which Kim returned, faintly aware of her sire's annoyance. Kim had found that she had the ability to know how Shego was feeling without the emerald tinted woman expressing it. Sometimes, if she concentrated very hard, Kim could know Shego's exact thoughts. However, these times were few and far between.

"Do you see that woman over there?" Shego asked pointing toward a very aristocratic woman with bright eyes and slightly graying hair. She may have been in her late fifties, yet she had a youth about her in the way she laughed and swatted at her much younger companion's arm as he said something into her ear.

"What about her?" Kim asked turning slightly to Shego.

"Marie Sinclair, she had that gorgeous young fop murder her husband; she blamed a slave for it, imagine what they did to him,"

"How do you know this?"

"Read her thoughts," Kim gave Shego an odd look. "Read her thoughts,"

Kim looked at the woman and tried to concentrate like she did when feeling out Shego's emotions, but found no results. She scrunched her face up in frustration and tried again, but only achieving the same outcome. Maybe Shego was she only one she could read...

"I can't,"

"Don't worry, the dark gift is different for every vampire," Shego smiled at the dejected woman, taking her hand. "Come let's introduce ourselves,"

"I do not think..."

"Then do not think..." Shego interrupted. "Do," before Kim could reply, they had arrived in front of miss Sinclair.

"Why hello," Marie said with a small smile. "I have never seen you at these parties before,"

"We are new in town, my name is Shego de Lioncourt and this is my companion Kimberly Possible,"

"I am Marie Sinclair and this is Antonio,"

Shego gripped the woman's hand and planted a soft kiss to the slightly wrinkled flesh. Kim stepped up and placed her kiss on the same spot. Almost as if I just kissed Shego. She thought with a small chuckle.

"You both seemed be having a great time," Ron said with a nod from Rufus.

"Yes we were until Shego gave me one of her tests,"

"Tests?"

"I didn't know it at the time, but Shego had wanted me to kill miss Sinclair,"

"Why, you could have just as easily killed someone else,"

"Apparently Shego was the mistress of miss Sinclair's husband and wanted revenge,"

"How did that make you feel?"

"Betrayed, though we weren't in a romantic relationship at the time, so I suppose I had no right to feel that way,"

"Maybe it was her way of putting old ghosts to rest,"

"Perhaps," Kim sighed. "Lord knows I've been doing the same thing for the past two centuries,"

"What ghosts do you have to put to rest?"

"That will come later on in my story, now back to the party,"

Kim walked arm in arm with Marie onto the grounds of the large estate at which the party was being held. The poodles Marie was holding by a couple of leashes yipped and barked every so often. Kim leaned in and nipped at the elderly woman's neck.

"Oh my, what are you doing?"

"You don't like it?" Kim hissed into her ear.

"I...I...like it very much, but we are women," Marie stammered.

"So?"

"I'm old enough to be your grandmother!"

"Age matters little to me," the young vampire replied, thinking of how ironic that statement was. She spied Shego walking with Antonio and knew he would not make it back alive.

Shego wrapped her arm around Antonio's shoulders as they left Kim and Marie alone.

"It is beautiful tonight, is it not?" Shego asked with a small smile.

"Yes, quite,"

"Do you know miss Sinclair well,"

"Yes,"

"Well enough to kill her husband for her?"

"Wha..." Suddenly Shego's fist connected with his chest, sending him flying into a nearby tree. He slid to the ground, nearly lifeless. Blood leaked from his mouth, drown his chin, and onto his elegant attire, staining the pure white cloth beneath his coat.

"Henry Sinclair," Shego hissed. "Remember?"

"I..."

"No, don't speak, anything you say will just make me hurt you more," with that she lifted him by the throat and slammed him again into the rough bark, causing the tree's trunk to crack. She slung him around and roundhouse kicked him into the shrubs six feet away.

Shego flipped connecting her feet with his groin. He screamed out in agony as he was kicked between the legs repeatedly by the enraged vampire.

"It doesn't matter," the vampire growled. "You won't be using them again anyway," She wrenched him from the foliage and sunk her fangs savagely into his neck, draining the blood from his body. She let the corpse drop with a sickening thud.

Meanwhile, Kim was sitting on a bench with Marie Sinclair, planting small, delicate kisses onto her collarbone. God, she wanted to bite her so bad, but that would kill her. Kim still did not wish to take human life. She simply couldn't, not now or ever.

She felt her fangs elongate and the bloodlust began surging through her veins, flooding her senses.

No no, I can't, please God, No!

Kim in a fit of madness ripped the leashes from Marie and dragged the poodles to her.

"What in God's name are you doing?!" the elderly woman shouted. Kim looked at her with fury and tore into the dogs' throats. "What have you done?!" she shouted as Kim finished with the last of the dogs. "My babies!" Marie screamed until her neck was viciously snapped by a pair of black gloves.

Kim looked up to see an livid Shego staring back at her.

"What the hell is your problem?" Shego shouted, coming around to face Kim.

"What is yours?" Kim replied, standing up to the green tinted woman.

"That woman had her husband killed, she was evil, vile, and a bitch, just like her filthy, mangy, flea-bitten mutts, you should have killed her!"

"Well you took care of that yourself didn't you?" Kim asked baring her fangs then gasped as Shego wrapped her hand around her throat, lifting her into the air.

"Do not...ever...bare you fangs at me Kimberly!" the older vampire commanded tightening her grip. "That bitch killed Henry, her husband, my love,"

Upon hearing Shego admit she loved someone else, Kim felt boiling heat rise in her body, overclouding her good judgement. With a howl she brought her elbow down onto Shego's arm, causing her to let go.

Shego was momentarily stunned at the show of defiance from Kim, so much in fact she was not able to stop the fist that struck her face. Shego's body twirled in the air before she landed on all fours. The vampire moved in time to avoid Kim's foot as the young woman slammed her feet to the dirt.

"Okay then Kim," Shego spat. "Show me what you've got,"

Kim hissed as she launched herself at her sire, hitting the woman with a flying kick to the chest. Shego slid to a stop then back-flipped to avoid a leg sweep. Kim struck brutally with swift kicks and punches, trying to hit any part of Shego she could.

Said vampire was blocking Kim's attacks with ease, seeing as how she was the more experienced of the two.

Come on Kim, quit trying to hit me and actually do it! She though, amused. As Kim's fist came in again, Shego caught her wrist and snapped it to the side without breaking bone. Kim thrust her foot toward the emerald woman's abdomen, which she caught under her left arm. Shego brought her face in close to Kim's, noticing the fury in her eyes.

"What is wrong Kimberly?" the older woman asked. "I can't comprehend the rage in your thoughts, it clouds the true source of it; let me in,"

"No!" Kim yelled slamming her head into Shego's. The vampire released her and staggered back a moment. Using this to her advantage, Kim literally flew into Shego colliding with a tree. As Kim held her sire, pinned to the wood, Shego began to laugh.

"Oh such energy and fire...that's why I chose you," Shego gripped Kim's wrists gently and pulled them away. "But you can't kill me Kim," she looked into Kim's eyes and smiled strangely. "Kill what you will; rats...poodles...I'll leave you to it and watch you come around," she turned to walk away. "Just remember Kim, life without me would be even more unbearable,"

"I think she saw my thoughts and knew why I had been so angry," Kim said. "That's probably why she suddenly became so easygoing,"

"Did she ever mention it again?"

"That particular incident?" Kim asked. "No, but it would not be the last time we fought,"

"What did you do after that?"

"Shego thought that it would do us good to return to my plantation and rest for awhile,"

"What did you do for food?"

"She fed on my slaves, while I ate their chickens and other pets,"

"I'm curious to know more about her, did she ever reveal anything about her past to you?"

"Some, I never asked to many questions, but there was one time..."

Shego sat at the other end of Kim's dining table tossing grapes at the red-head and watching them roll off her. She sighed and set the grapes on the table.

"You know, in Paris, we call it the 'dark gift',"

"Paris?" Kim perked up. "You came from Paris?"

"As did the one who made me,"

"Well you must have learned something from him,"

"Her...and no I learned absolutely nothing..."

"Come now that can't be true,"

"It is, I didn't have a choice, remember?"

"But you must know something about the meaning of it all..."

"WHY? WHY SHOULD I KNOW? DO YOU?" Shego shrieked. " That noise," she growled. "We have been here for weeks with nothing but that noise" she stared out the window toward the slave quarters, where they were gathered around a fire, performing voodoo rituals to drive them away.

"Yes," Kim stated. "They know about us; they see us eat from empty plates and drink from empty glasses,"

"Come with me to New Orleans then," Shego smiled wearily. "The Paris Opera is in town, we can sample some French cuisine,"

Kim raised her hand in gesture for Shego to leave her alone. Shego sighed and walked out of the room. Shego passed Yvette in the hall and gave her a wink before leaving the house. Yvette scowled at the strange woman and entered the dining room.

"You are not hungry again Madame Possible?"

"No Yvette,"

"Mistress, we are worried about you...I am worried about you,"

"That will be all Yvette,"

"How long has it been that you go riding in the field? How long since you visited the slave quarter? Are you still our mistress at all?"

"THAT WILL BE ALL YVETTE!" Kim shouted in rage standing and walking up to Yvette. "You have no idea what's going on!"

"Send away this friend of yours!" Yvette pleaded. "The slaves are all afraid of her and they are afraid of you," she wrapped Kim in her arms, it was reminiscent of the cemetery a few months prior.

Kim melded to Yvette and began to cry.

"Yvette...I'm afraid of myself..." with that she gently sunk her fangs into Yvette's supple flesh silently begging the young slave to forgive her. She just could not fight the hunger anymore. Yvette tried in vain to pull Kim off her but the loss of blood made her too weak.

Kim sobbed as Yvette went limp in her arms. Somewhere in her mind she snapped. Kim lifted her now dead servant into her arms 'bridal' style. She approached her large twin doors and kicked them open. She came face to face with the terrified faces of her slaves.

"Here me now!" she cried. "This place is cursed...damned...and yes your mistress is the devil!"

They gasped and back away slightly.

"Here take her and leave!" Kim gave Yvette's corpse to the crowd and yanked a torch from a nearby servant. "You are all free men! Leave! Leave now" she swung the torch at them then returned inside the mansion.

She thrust the flame into the curtains, causing them to catch fire. She continued to do this throughout the house. Setting the dining room, living area, basement (coffins and all), and music room all on fire.

She sighed as the flames surrounded her and sank into a nearby chair, hoping that the fire would consume and kill her. Suddenly the windows shattered as Shego leapt into the room. She glanced around and shrieked.

"Perfect...just perfect...burn it all! Burn everything we own, have us living in the field like cattle!"

"You thought you could have it all," Kim laughed.

"Oh shut up Kimberly!" with that she knocked Kim out and lifted her onto her shoulders. She glanced around one last time and growled. "Stupid Kimmie," she jumped out the window and fled the growing mob of newly freed slaves.

Kim woke up a few hours later in a dark, dank room that smelled of death. She turned over and felt around until her hand came in contact with a spider web. She yelped and turned back over toward the sound of soft scoffing. There was Shego, sitting against the wall, watching her with narrowed eyes.

"Where are we?"

"Where do you think? My idiot friend?" Shego sighed. "We're in a nice, filthy cemetery," she hissed and hit the wall with her fist. "Is this what you wanted? Is this fitting enough?"

Kim laughed and tried to sit up. She drug herself to the opposite wall and faced her maker.

"We belong in Hell,"

"Well what if there is no Hell?" Shego questioned. "Or what if they don't want us there? Did you ever think of that?"

"But there was a Hell and no matter where we went...I was in it," Kim said as Ron stared at her in spellbound silence.

A/N: Next chapter coming soon. Thanks for all the great reviews! I hope you all continue to enjoy the story as it progresses.