Will try and keep the gang as cannon as possible, no pun intended. Takes place after season four so Drakken and Shego are now good while Kim and Ron will be going off to collage soon.
Key:
"Kim Possible!"/story that is being seen in animus
"No big,"/viewers talking outside of animus
"boo-yea!"/viewers outside of animus thoughts
"Please and thank you"/one in animus talking
[I got you covered Kim,] Wade over Kimmunicator
Alright disclaimer; I do not own anything of Kim Possible nor any of the stories featured in this one. The story below is written and given permission to be used by FAH3.
Many Possible Worlds
(Part two starts)
"You must excuse me if I don't eat with you." The Countess said as she and Ron sat at a large table that had roasted chicken, an assortment of fruits and vegetables, and a large bowl of soup. "I have already eaten." She said as a young brunette in a golden dress entered with a large bottle of wine and poured a generous amount into Ron's goblet. The woman's skin was tanned, complementing her dark brunette hair. As she filled Ron's glass, he couldn't help but feel like she was looking at him in the same fashion a cat would look at a mouse before pouncing it. He even thought he could hear her purring as she smiled at him.
Bonnie blinked looking at herself. She was surprise to see herself and how good she looked. Did this mean she was a vampire like this Dracula woman?
"That's enough, Bonnie." The Countess said while the girl composed herself and quickly left.
"You don't want anything to drink?" Ronald asked the Countess.
"I never drink wine. I only keep it in case I have guests." She said to him as Ron began to eat.
"Sorry not thick enough," Shego joked causing Ron to shiver knowing he was going to be a snack for her. Tara raised a blow before she made a connection. She frown thinking.
"I must admit, this is a very strange place." Ron said to his host.
"How do you mean?" the Countess asked with a raised eyebrow.
"The people, for one. They almost seemed to be afraid of something." Ronald said.
"Yeah I wonder who?" Bonnie muttered.
"Hey, I'm scary even without being a vampire." Shego said annoyed at the new girl.
"The people of Transylvania are very superstitious, Mr. Stoppable. Despite these modern times, many of the old ways still live on in a great portion of my land." She said to him.
"So I've noticed." Ron said as he smiled and ate. The food wasn't half bad. Not the best, but very enjoyable. "I noticed the painting in the entrance hall. Is that an ancestor of yours?" Ronald asked her.
"You could say that," Drakken said softly.
"Yes, it was. The man in the painting was Vlad Dracula and his bride, Elizabeta. They ruled this land for many years. In fact, that's his sword above the fireplace there." The Countess said and pointed to the large broadsword that was above the mantle of the large fireplace that seemed almost three times as large of a normal fireplace in England.
"I gather the dragon I've seen is your family symbol?"
"Yes and no. You see, my ancestor was a member of the Dracul." She said.
"The what?" Ronald asked her.
"How do you say it in your tongue? The order of the – dragon, I believe you say. It was ancient society that pledged my forefathers to defend the church against the enemies of Christ." She said as one of her fists balled tightly while she explained. "The relationship wasn't entirely – successful." She said.
The group winced knowing of how Dracula pretty much rejected God after Elizabeta died.
"Oh, I see." Ron said with a bit of a laugh, thinking the Countess was making a joke. Faster than Ron could even blink, the countess was beside Ronald in a mere heartbeat with the blade of her ancestor's sword at his neck! How the hell did she move so fast?
"What can I say, I am good." Shego said smugly.
"It is no laughing matter!" she growled at him. "Dracul's have a right to be proud of our heritage! What devil or witch was ever so great than the blood that flows through these veins?" she demanded.'
"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't m-mean to offend." Ronald said to her. Slowly, the Countess lowered the sword as rationality seemed to reinsert itself into her senses.
"The apologies are mine. I have slowly come to realize that – the war-like days are over. Sadly, my family's great victories are now nothing more than stories that people tell to their children." She said as she placed the sword back above the mantel. "You see, Mr. Stoppable; I am the last of my race. When I die, so does my family's bloodline." she said to him. "I must excuse myself. Eat what you like, and one of my servants will show you to your room. Tomorrow evening, we shall see to the paperwork about my purchase." She said to him and quickly left.
"You must excuse the Countess." Yori said, appearing behind Ron without a sound.
Ron blinked and glanced at her, "I think even as a vampire you are pretty much a ninja."
Yori giggled causing those that did not know, Tara and Bonnie mostly, to look at her.
"She's a ninja?" Tara asked not sure what to say.
Yori nodded but did not explain further.
"What? When did you,"
"I've been here for a while." She said to him. "The Countess has not had company here in many years. As her servants, we try to help the best we can. But sometimes, it isn't enough." Yori said to him.
"What about Mr. Lipski? Didn't he come here as well?" Ronald asked him.
"That was still many weeks ago. And he wasn't much to our – taste."
Drakken shivers knowing what they were talking about.
Yori said with a slight frown. "I apologize if our ways seem strange." She said to him.
"It is rather different from England. Especially with coach drivers." Ronald said.
"You must forgive him. Like many servants here, his family swore their loyalty to the Countess' family generations ago. Some are content while others are not." Yori said to him. "Would you like to see your room now?"
"Yes, please. I think I might need some rest after all." Ron said as he rubbed his neck, mainly the area where the sword had been pressed into his flesh.
Shego laughed, "That is not all the pain in your neck you will be getting."
"Shego!" Kim cried. "Don't tease."
"But it's so much fun."
The scene broke apart and a room in the castle reform with Ron standing in it.
As Ronald observed his reflection in the small mirror as he shaved himself, he couldn't help but become very worried about his new surroundings. He had slept very well, despite where he was. When he woke in the morning, his clothes were put away; his papers and office supplies had been neatly arranged for him on a small writing desk, and a note stating that the Countess would meet with him at sunset to discuss the final details of her purchase. Ron decided he would explore the castle a bit in order to pass the time, but he discovered that his door had been locked from the outside. He was a prisoner in his room. He tried to open the door at various times, but it wouldn't budge. He made a mental note to discuss this with the Countess when he saw her. This treatment was unheard of.
"I think I rather be stuck in there if they can get to me." Ron muttered.
When it was time for his meals, his food would already be sitting on a table near the door. Ronald couldn't figure out how they were able to bring him food without alerting him. A few times earlier, he had looked out his window and had seen several people digging up dirt from various areas and putting them into large wooden crates. Everything about this castle and its owner seemed more and more like a mystery wrapped up in an enigma. As Ron finished brushing the razor's edge along his skin, he saw the sun finally began to set in the distance out of the corner of his eye. Ron let out a satisfied sigh as he saw the orange sky grow darker as the sun began to hide itself behind the mountains in the distance. The sooner the papers were signed, the sooner he would be back in London and in the arms of the woman he loved. Ron began to brush the razor against his skin once more when he heard his door slam closed, causing him to jump slightly. As Ronald turned around, he saw the countess standing beside his desk and flipping through the various papers on his desk. He could have sworn he hadn't seen the door open in his small mirror. After all, it had been directly behind him.
"Mirrors don't show a vampire." Shego said.
"Then how do you know how good you look when you dress up?" Tara asked.
"Where would I go?" Shego countered. "But I guess I should revise that. Normal people can't see a vampire's refection. I can see my own just fine. Not so sure about Bonnie and the other girls. I never really made it a point to ask them."
Bonnie could not help but shiver at the thought of not being able to see her reflection and make sure she looks good.
"I wasn't expecting you so soon." Ronald said, trying to hide his fear and bewilderment.
As the Countess looked up, he could see the same smile was on her face. The smile you would see on a predator after it caught its meal. The smile soon faded as she focused her attention on something. More specifically, she focused her attention on him.
Ron gulped, "I do not like the look she is giving me."
"Mr. Stoppable, you're hurt." She said as she seemed to glide toward him.
"I am?" Ron asked and quickly looked in his mirror. Sure enough, he had cut part of his neck while he had been shaving. He could see a streak of red blood flowing from the wound and down to the collar of his shirt.
"Allow me. It's my fault for frightening you." She said as she grasped a small towel that was next to the large bowl of water Ronald had been using in order to clean his razor, and quickly dabbed at the wound. "I'll give you a minute to freshen up." She said as she stepped away from him.
Making sure Ron was busy straightening his appearance; the Countess quickly ran her tongue across the bright red spots on the towel and savored the taste. As the sweet taste of fresh blood trickled down her tongue and throat, she held herself tightly as a small orgasm made her body tremble.
The girls eyed Shego strangely a little weird out.
It had been so long since she had tasted fresh human blood. She had so little servants and so much to prepare for that she couldn't afford to feed from one of them. Instead, she had to resort to feeding off of the blood of the various animals the dared come anywhere near her home. And there weren't that many to begin with.
Tara tilted her head and could not help but ask, "What does blood even taste like?"
This got her looks but Shego answered anyways, "It's different because I am a vampire and such but it is not bad. I would not recommend it though."
"We can begin whenever you want." Ron said as he walked to the desk. The Countess turned and was face to face with the small mirror Ron had left standing and saw that in the reflection her eyes had changed to a blood red. With a small growl and concentration, the mirror shattered into several pieces. Ronald was startled for a moment as the Countess rubbed her head. Normally, a small feat would be simple. But since she hadn't fed in so long, the effort caused her a great deal of pain.
"What happened to?"
"It's an old castle, Mr. Stoppable. Probably a small stone from the ceiling." The Countess said as her eyes returned to their normal color.
"Most likely." Ronald said, not shaking the feeling that his mirror broke by some other means. "All you have to do is sign the places I've marked with a small x." he said to her as he laid out the papers on his desk. "I don't want to be rude or sound ungrateful, Countess, but; I don't like being locked inside my room all day. I thought I was a guest, not a prisoner." Ron said as the older woman in front of him wrote her name.
"Oh yeah what are you going to do about it?"
"As I said, this is an old castle. My servants are doing their best to repair it, but there are areas that are very treacherous. You wouldn't want to get hurt, would you?" she asked him.
"Of course not. But,"
"You may explore the castle if you wish. But I must emphasize that some areas are off limits. The castle is very dangerous, and I would hate for something – unfortunate – to happen to you. Do you understand?" she asked as she glared at him. It was easy to see that what she was saying wasn't just a warning, but a threat as well. Something in Ronald's gut that this woman was fifty miles of bad road, and probably a good idea not make her angry.
"I hear one hulk or she-hulk jokes and I will show you how anger I can really get."
"I understand." Ron said quickly as he gulped down a small lump that had formed in his throat.
"Wonderful." The Countess said with a pleasant smile. "I believe that's all the papers I need to sign." She said and handed the small stack to him.
Ron quickly glanced at them to make sure before setting them down. "That's all. Then I'm proud to tell you that you are now the new owner of Carfax Abbey as well as the other various locations in London." Ron said as he set the papers down and noticed the address of one of the locations the Countess had purchased.
"White chapel? Ma'am, you are aware that is a rather undesirable location of London? As well as the infamous Jack the Ripper murders that occurred there?
"Of course you would buy that Shego," Kim muttered.
Shego did not say anything for a minute before she muttered, "huh, you say something?"
Ma'am?" Ronald asked, but saw that her gaze was fixed onto something else. Her face looked as if she had seen a ghost as he followed her gaze and saw that she was looking at the photograph of Kimberly. "Ma'am?" he asked one more time.
"I-I'm sorry." She said as her features began to falter. "May I ask w-who this woman is?" she asked as she picked up the small framed photo.
"That's my fiancée, Kimberly."
"Fiancé?"
Kim rolled her eyes, "Yes Shego it is not that weird. I know Ron and I will reach that step someday."
Shego refocus, which was hard for how her counterpart was acting, "Yeah still find it weird you two are actually dating."
"Yes. We've known each other are whole lives. We're supposed to be married once I return." Ronald said and saw how she kept gazing at Kimberly's picture. Her eyes appeared to be filled with a strange desire. "Have you ever been married?" Ron asked.
"I – I was almost married. It seems so long ago." She said as she gently stroked the picture like she would stroke the face of a lover. "She will undoubtedly make a – wonderful wife."
Kim was a little concern and tweaked at this. "Shego…" she said.
Shego did not answer but smirked to herself. 'Just wait Kimmie; you will be in for a real surprise.'
The Countess said as she reluctantly handed the picture back to Ronald. When their hands briefly touched, Ronald could help but notice how cold her flesh felt. Like he had just grazed stones that had been left in out in a winter's blizzard.
"I need you to write a letter to your firm and to your family. Inform them that you will be staying in my company for a month." The Countess said to him.
"A month?" Ronald asked her in confusion.
"A mouth?" the real Ron asked but he was terrified.
"I am dying here, Mr. Stoppable. I need to be in the midst of the whirling mass of humanity. And if I am to move to London, then I need you teach me all you know about it." She said with grace and charm. But even with her looks and all the charm in the world, the strong sense of doubt still made itself known in Ronald's mind.
"But must it be that long?" he asked her with a nervous chuckle. That's when her features grew stern once more as she stepped uncomfortably closer to Ronald.
"I will take no refusal." She almost growled before turning away and leaving. What had Ronald gotten himself into this time?
"Yeah even in that world I always get what I want." Shego said.
"You do not," Kim argued.
"Maybe not with you but ask Dr. D."
"It's true, Shego rarely does not have her way." Drakken admitted.
Those letters the Countess had him write was a mistake. There was nothing he could do about that now, they had been mailed to England the same time the final paperwork had. He had been here a week, and most of the castle was off limits to him. Either the doors were locked, or one of the servants was placed in a certain hallway or stairwell to make sure Ronald didn't come anywhere near there. It seemed the only friend he had in the castle was Yori, but there wasn't too much she could do. The best she could was to warn him where not to go and offer her shoulder to him whenever he needs to speak or vent his rage. He barley talked to the Countess at all ever since she had signed those papers. But one thing Ronald had noticed was that his picture of Kimberly had gone missing. That was another thing that drove shivers down Ron's spine. The way she had looked at Kimberly's photo. It wasn't quite lust, but it was some kind of want. A strong undeniable desire was in that woman's eyes. But why Kimberly? They had never met before. Kim had traveled before in the past, but never this far to Europe. So how could this woman know Kimberly at all?
"Oh I know her," Shego muttered more to herself but Kim heard her, "Yeah cause you know me." Shego did not bother to correct her.
That night, Ronald had come to a decision. The Countess was planning something, and buying all that property in London had something to do with it. Ron needed to find out what it was. Ronald had guessed that someone might check on him to make sure he was sleeping. So he pretended to do so for almost two hours before his guest proved to be right. He hadn't seen who it was, but he heard someone enter and check on him. After he left, that was when Ron decided to explore the castle further. So now here he stood, wondering the dark halls of the castle with only a candle as his only light. The servants were either working or resting by this time. That meant the only thing that stood in his way were the locks on the doors. From what Ron had seen in the days he had been here, it looked like not that much had been changed since the castle had been built. Hopefully, the locks had aged enough for him to pick them and see what was being hidden. Even though Ronald had been careful to move as quietly and slowly as possible to avoid detection, he could help but get the feeling that he was being watched. Almost like the shadows and the walls that surrounded him had eyes and ears.
Ron shivered as he knew that was true.
Ron closed his eyes for a brief minute to try and shake the thought from his head. The last thing he needed was to get scared and give away where he was right now. As he opened his eyes, he focused his attention to traveling down the darkened hallway. The few times he had walked down here, he had seen one door that always had a guard by it. On it was the Countess' crest made out of pure gold with a few red rubies set into it. Ronald guessed that the door must be of some great importance. He just hoped it wasn't the Countess' room. Just because the only time he saw her was during the night didn't mean she wouldn't be in there. He just hoped he was close now. He could hear the sounds of something scratching at the stone walls or the wooden beams above. It might just be the sounds of rats he was hearing, but that offered little comfort to him. The further he traveled down the hall; he could feel more of fear's icy grip take more control of his mind and body. When he finally came to the door he was looking for, a sigh of relief escaped from him that almost blew out his candle's flame.
Ron began to search his pockets for the few items he had brought with him that he thought may be able to pick the door's ancient lock. As he searched his pockets, he felt his arm brush against the large oak door and heard the metal hinges of it creak. Ron looked back and saw that the door had partially opened before him, showing that the room inside was already well lit. He had come this far, he might as well go even further. Screwing his courage, Ron opened the door enough to where he could slip in. With each creak of the metal hinges, he cringed in fear. Over and over in his mind, he kept begging that no one heard that. Once there was enough space, Ronald quickly slipped inside and closed the door behind him. As Ron gazed at his surroundings, his eyes grew wide in complete astonishment. The room was three times the size of the room Ronald had been staying in, with a bed so large that it looked like it could fit seven people on it.
'Well at least the woman knows not to give him the best,' Bonnie thought.
The bed had large goose feather pillows, sheets of fine silks, and sheer curtains of purple that covered the windows. Above the bed were several large mirrors that had been pieced together to form one large mirror. Ronald had heard of narcissism, but this was ridiculous. Around the room were several large wardrobes of unique design. The style and craftsmanship of each them suggested that perhaps they came from the orient. And hanging on the wall, next to the door, was a large painting that almost took up the entire wall.
In the painting were two figures. One of them Ronald immediately recognized. It was the young man Ronald had seen a portrait of when he first arrived at the castle. But this portrait was different, though. The young man was more relaxed and not so stiff or fierce looking. In fact, the young man looked more like a woman in this portrait.
"You don't say," Monique muttered rolling her eyes.
But his attention was drawn to the young woman. It was also the same woman from the other painting, but also more relaxed as well. Her red hair was now free flowing about her shoulders, and you could see her face more clearly.
Kim blinked, yes she seen the woman look so much like herself but seeing it again made her really see it. Then she remember the photo of her that Shego was interested in, did that mean? Kim shook her head, 'I am just over thinking things.'
When Ron saw how green the young woman's was, his mind almost went into shock! The young woman in the painting looked exactly like his fiancé! Identical in every way! But how can that be? This painting was over hundreds of years old.
"She does look like you Kim," Tara said.
Kim sighed, "I know it is weird."
Yori glanced at Kim. She remember that Shego had a female lover that looked like Kim. If she guessed right she figured Shego would go for the Kim in that world. she hope Kim take that bit of news well.
"Ronald." A voice whispered to him. It was but a whisper, but the voice sounded and felt so familiar to him.
"Who's there?" Ron asked as he turned around, but saw no one else in the room.
"Ronald, please come to me." The voice whispered again.
"K-KP?" he asked. "KP, a-are you here?" he asked as he began to feel strangely lightheaded. It was almost as if the entire room was trying to turn upside down.
Kim blinked but she was not the only one shocked, "I thought you were in London." Ron said.
"So did I," Kim replied watching.
"I'm over here, Ronnie." The voice said, louder and much more clearly. Ron looked to one of the windows near the bed, where he thought the voice was coming from. The curtains were blowing in the wind, but there was someone there. He could see their silhouette in the moonlight. He could see from the curves and motions of the figure that it was a woman. Could it be the Countess? No, the Countess was taller than this person. Who was it? "Come to me, Ronald. Let me hold you in my arms again." She said as the woman stepped forward and into the candlelight.
Ron's head began to swim as the woman stepped closer to him. He rubbed his eyes for a moment before looking up again and gasped at what he saw. She was wearing a flowing, almost transparent, gold dress. But its wearer was Kimberly Anne Possible!
Ron blushed seeing how Kim was dressed. Kim was blushing as well but that was more for the fact she was embarrassed that her counterpart, whom she still did not know how she got there, was wearing.
Mo leaned towards Kim and muttered, "Girl you make that look good, plus I think you got a great reaction out of Ron."
"Not now Mo" She muttered.
"But – you're i-in London." Ronald said as he began to feel like he was going to fall.
"No, Ronald. I'm here. With you." She said as she blew out the candle in his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck. It felt like Kimberly, it smelled like Kimberly. Could it be her? But how? And why? This didn't make any sense.
"I – I don't feel well." He said as he began to lean more into the grasp of the woman that was with him.
"I'm here, Ronald. Let me help you." She whispered to him and gently kissed him on his lips. My God, it even tasted like Kimberly. Was it really her? Could she really be here with him? As Ronald asked himself these questions, Kimberly carefully maneuvered him toward the bed and eased him down gently until he was sitting on the edge of the soft mattress. "Love me, Ronald." She said as she stroked his cheek and his jaw.
"What?"
"Love me, Ronald. Take me in your arms and show me how much you love me." She said as she softly planted a kiss on his cheek.
If anything Kim's and Ron blushed deepen, "Please tell me we are not about to watch ourselves make love." Kim asked hopefully.
No one, not even Bonnie, had the heart to tell her otherwise.
"But – we're not – not married yet. Y-you told me – t-that you – wanted to wait." Ron panted as he felt the heat in the room start to increase. With every word she said, he could feel his passion for her grow more and more. It was as if his body and mind were at war, trying to figure out what to do next.
"Don't you love me?" she asked him as she looked at him with sad eyes. The same look that a lost puppy would give when it was lonely.
Ron moaned, "Kiiim, I don't think I can last under that look."
Kim groaned, not wanting her first time (even if it was not really hers) to be seen by everyone.
"Of course I love you." Ronald said as the heat in the room seemed to rise even more. Each breath he took was becoming a heavy pant; his lungs feeling like he had been holding his breath for hours.
"Then love me." Kimberly said as she grasped his lips with hers once more and lightly bit his lower lip, drawing a pleasurable moan from Ron. She kissed his cheek one more time before her lips began to graze his ear. "Make love to me." She whispered to him as she straddled his lap.
The dizziness in his mind and the heat in the room were growing too much for him. He couldn't resist her anymore. He had wanted to make love to Kimberly for so long. To hold her and show her how much he loved and wanted her had been his one desire for so long that he could no longer wait. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly to him as he leaned in and began to kiss and nibble along her neck. Her moans of pleasure added fuel to the flames of his desire. This is what he wanted. He wanted to please her, to make her feel how he felt whenever he was with her. His kisses began traveling downward, kissing every muscle in the side of her neck as he began to kiss her along her collarbone. Her skin and sweat tasted so sweet, just like had imagined. He felt himself falling backwards as she pushed him down onto the bed. Their lips embraced each other again as his hands felt every muscle in her body as they both panted and sighed for breath.
Everyone watching was blushing and they could not turn away. Tara shivered and could not help but wish she was in Kim's position right now.
"KP, I love you so much. I've always dreamed of this." He whispered to her as their lips parted and she nipped at his neck.
"Then let me make your dreams come true." She said to him as she pulled open his shirt and kissed his chest. Ron was so lost in the sensations he was feeling that he didn't notice how Kimberly flinched as soon as his Star of David medallion was exposed. But he did hear her gasp she grabbed the medallion and pulled it free from his neck.
"What was that about?" Kim was able to ask before everyone shrugged.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing, my love." She said as she kissed his chest and bit down on his nipple, causing him to throw his head back as he moaned.
Ron was lost in the pleasure and sensations he was feeling. It was almost as if he was between worlds at that moment. Between drunk and sensible, alive and dead. He could feel her kisses traveling further down, going past his ribs and down his abdomen. The pleasure and joy of it was almost too much for him. He wanted the sensations to continue forever. Until he felt something bite his left arm. With part of his pleasure-induced stupor broken, Ron looked to see what had happened and jumped slightly when he saw one of the servants on the bed with them. She was wearing a pink dress as her long black hair flowed free as she kissed his arm. She was kissing where something had bitten him. Wait, that wasn't right. He could see the bite marks on his arm. They were human bite marks, and they were bleeding. And she was licking at the blood that was flowing from the wound!
Ron was freaking out not seeing that his counterpart was getting eaten by vampires. Kim Bonnie and Tara bleached as well but they seem to recognize that one. "Is that Hope?" Tara asked.
Kim and bonnie nodded, "Looks like her," Kim said, "expect for the fangs and stuff."
"What are you doing?" Ronald demanded as he tried to sit up, but his head still felt like it was spinning too much.
"Don't leave now. You taste so wonderful." The servant girl almost begged him as she looked up at him with her pink lips covered in smeared blood as she purred like a wild cat. Ron's heart began to beat faster and faster as he saw the servant girl's eyes change from a deep brown to blood red.
"K-KP! Kimberly, we have to,"
"She's not here."
Ron looked down and was horrified to see that the woman that was on top of him wasn't Kimberly at all! Instead, it was the servant with the tanned skin. The one the Countess had called Bonnie.
Everyone was stunned at that. 'At least that explained how I got there.' Kim thought before it clicked for Bonnie. "Wait a minute!' they turned towards her, "If I was that fake Kim all this time then that means I was the one making out with him and nearly made love with him."
"It does look like it." Yori confirmed causing Bonnie to scream in angst. "I cannot believe I did that."
"Hey you kissed Ron before," Kim reminded her with a glasre, "And that was when we were dating."
Bonnie glared, "It did not mean a thing."
Kim glared before Yori tried to calm everyone down. "Please it can not that bad." She turned to Bonnie, "Perhaps there is a world where you can Stoppable-san are dating."
Bonnie looked at her stunned before she huffed, "Like that will ever happen."
"We knew there wasn't any other way you'd join us. Sorry for the deception. Wait. No, I'm not." She said with a wide smile, showing a pair of fangs growing over her incisors while her eyes also turned to a deep blood red. Ron started hyperventilating at the sight before him. This was unreal! It wasn't possible! Ron tried to sit up once more, but he screamed in pain as the brunette woman sank her fangs into his side and began to drink the blood that flowed from the fresh wound.
"It would feel so much better if you would just relax." The other girl said as she bit into his arm again, causing Ron to shout in pain once more.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Yori shouted, entering the room as soon as she heard Ron shouting.
"Yes Yori! Save me!" Ron cried begging the ninja girl.
"But isn't she a vampire too?" Tara asked Bonnie in a whispered who nodded.
"Yori! Help me, please!" Ron begged as he reached for the only friend he had in the castle.
"Join us, Yori. His blood tastes so incredible when you compare it to all the peasants here." Bonnie said as she sat up and licked the blood from her lips.
"Yori, please!" Ron begged her.
"Th-this isn't right. This is wrong." Yori said as she began to back away.
"Now Yori," Bonnie said as she wiped her finger across the wound she had given Ronald; making sure she coated her finger in blood. "We've had this talk before." She said as she coated her lips and tongue in Ronald's blood as she walked to the young Japanese woman.
Faster than Ron could follow, Bonnie grasped Yori's face in her hands and deeply kissed the young woman.
This cause the 'real' Bonnie and Yori to blush a deep red seeing this. "Not. one. word." Threaten Bonnie to everyone.
Deepening the kiss as much as she could, Bonnie made sure that she was coating the young woman's lips in the young man's blood. When Bonnie finally broke their kiss, she could see the youngest servant savoring the taste of the blood.
"You know we believe in sharing." Bonnie said as she pulled Yori closer to Ron.
Ronald was more than scared now. He was so terrified that he didn't know what to think or what to do. It wasn't long before Bonnie had forced Yori down on top of Ron, and both were gazing into each other's eyes. Ron could see Yori was hurt about something as she looked. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.
"Yori, please. Help me." Ron begged her.
"You know you want to." Bonnie whispered into her ear as she gazed at Ron with her blood red eyes and liked her lips once more.
"Yori,"
"I'm sorry, Stoppable-san." She said as her eyes changed into a deep blood red as well. "But – I can't fight it. I'm so hungry."
"Yori," groaned Ron knowing he had no help now.
She said as she leaned in and kissed him on his lips. He didn't move or respond to the kiss, but she understood why. "Please, forgive me." She said as lowered her head, gently kissed the nape of his neck twice, and sank her fangs into his flesh.
Ron gasped as she bit him and began to drink his blood. He would not ever admit it, but Yori did make it feel almost pleasurable. She wasn't trying to gorge herself on his blood, but trying to give him as little pain as possible. It was the least she could do for her friend.
"Look at that. The young blood has talent." The other servant girl chuckled while Bonnie bit into his abdomen once more.
"HOW DARE YOU!" a loud voice thundered, sounding like that of an enraged dragon. The large oak door flung open, almost torn from its hinges as the Countess appeared above them. Rage filled every single feature on her face as her eyes blazed with a deeper red than that of the other. She let out a roar similar to angry lion as she glared and growled at the three young women.
"Wait, Shego saved me?" Ron asked.
"Don't look too deep into it buffoon," Shego muttered angrily, "You were to be my meal."
Ron gulped hearing this.
"HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HIM, HE IS MINE! BACK!" she screamed, making Bonnie and the other girl leaps off the bed and cower in a corner of the room that close to a window. Yori stayed on the bed, using herself as a barrier between Ron and the Countess. This selfless act of courage only seemed to enrage the Countess even more as she grabbed Yori by the back of her hair tightly. "I SAID BACK AWAY! ALL OF YOU!" she screamed as she threw Yori toward the others and towered over them like a fearsome gargoyle.
"Why should we listen to you? YOU'VE NEVER LOVED ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE!" Yori screamed at the Countess.
"Wow you are brave," Tara muttered to Yori that bowed to her.
"I HAVE LOVED ONE PERSON WITH MORE PASSION THAN YOU THREE INSUGNIFICANT BITCHES CAN EVER HOPE TO DREAM!" she screamed, sounding more and more animal than human with every word. After taking a few deep breaths, she turned her gaze to the painting that hung on the wall, and looked directly at the young redhead that was in it. "And soon, I shall love again." She said, mainly to herself. "I have had to accelerate my plans. Tomorrow, I set sail for England. Then he shall be yours." She said as she turned to face the three young women before her.
"What?" Ron asked scared for his counterparts safety.
"And tonight?" the young servant with the dark hair asked.
"What of it?"
"We have not eaten in three days! Are we to have nothing tonight?" Bonnie demanded.
"Do you honestly think I forget those who serve me so well?" she asked them.
It was then that everyone in the room noticed the burlap sack she was carrying, and the movement within it. The Countess tossed it to the three of them, with Bonnie eagerly catching. The three young women could smell the fresh blood that was in it. Very fresh, like a rare wine. Bonnie and the other servant crowded over the bag as Bonnie opened it, but Yori quickly looked away in horror as she closed her eyes tightly and shook her head. When the cries of the newborn baby inside began to echo throughout the room, Ron shook his head in horror.
The room gasped, "Shego…you didn't." Kim muttered shocked beyond words.
If she could Shego would look ashamed, "I cannot control my counterpart's action but I would never do this in real life."
Kim, Ron and Drakken knew this but it still was a terrible shock. Bonnie and Yori had tears in their eyes knowing what their counterparts will be doing.
"No! NO!" Ron screamed as the cries of the newborn grew faint, and the sounds of the two young women feeding grew louder. Yori stood and tried to run away, but the Countess quickly caught her by her chin and forced her to look at the two feeding vampires.
"I know you're starving. I can hear it in your breathing." The Countess said.
"I cannot. I don't want to." Yori wept as she began to cry. But what fell from her eyes were not normal tears. Instead, they were tears of blood.
"You must." The Countess said as she forced Yori to stand next to her fellow servants. "You'll never grow old, and you will never die. But you must feed." She said to Yori as she licked some of the tears of blood from her face.
"I do not wish to be a monster," Yori muttered, tears falling down her face.
"You aren't Yori," Ron muttered rubbing her back, "we all know that."
The others nodded and Yori smiled sadly at them.
Ron didn't want to believe what he was seeing as he felt the bile in his stomach rise to his throat. But there was no denying it. He saw Yori crouching down with the other two girls, and could soon hear the sounds of her feeding along with the other two. As the three girls fed, the Countess turned her attention toward him.
"Wh-what in God's name are you?" he asked her.
"If it helps, the mother died quickly. She felt no pain." The Countess said as she stepped toward Stoppable, but he only backed away from her as far as he could until he found himself falling off the edge of the large bed. "I will not feed from you. That was my mistake with Lipski. But I do thank you for the knowledge you've shared with me this past week. As well as the use of your journal. Both shall be very useful to me." She said to him with a smile as she reached into the bosom of her dress. She then removed a small framed picture that Ron instantly recognized. "And I do hope you won't miss this."
"Kimberly! W-what are you?"
"Enjoy your stay here, Mr. Stoppable. Even though they can sometimes be selfish, my servants are quite skilled at entertaining our guests." She said as she began to leave.
"No! No, you can't! NO! NO!" Ron screamed as he bolted after her, but soon found the door closed in his face. Ron pounded on the door as hard as he could and tried to open it, but the door refused to budge. "NO! LEAVE HER ALONE! LEAVE HER ALONE! KP! KIMBERLY!" Ron screamed as loud as he could as he continued to pound on the thick wooden door.
"Now I, Mr. Stoppable, am bound for England." The Countess said as she let loose a sinister and cold laugh that would have made the dead turn in their graves.
Ron shivered, part of him was lad he was not in the animus and had to go through with that. He pitied his counterpart, but he pitied Kim's more as she did not know that Shego was after her.
The scene broke apart and reformed so they were seeing a ship at sea. A storm was blowing but it did not seem to threaten the ship itself.
The Demeter
Lighting flash and illuminated the cloud cover sky as sheets of cold, hard rain pelted the crew of the ship. Ever since they had left port, the storm had been as constant as the Northern star in the night sky. Desperate to try and keep the ship afloat and in one piece, the crew was doing their best to try and tie off the sails. At the helm of the ship, the captain and first officer were doing their best to make sure that they stayed true to their course.
"What's our bearing?" the captain shouted over the torrents of rain and howling wind.
"We're still on course, sir. It's damn odd."
"What is?"
"This storm. There was no sign of one when we left port. And now, it's like this thing is guiding us, sir."
Kim was the first to realize it, "Shego is making that storm. Just like in the book."
The group were stunned but said nothing worried at what Shego would do next.
"Aye, I've noticed. It's like it's trying to guide us to England. All this wind and we haven't been blown off course at all. It's not natural." The captain said as another bolt of lightning lit up the darkened skies. "Where's Livingston?"
"Sir?"
"Our lookout! He isn't in the crow's nest!" the captain shouted.
"I think he went below to make sure the cargo was still tied down, sir."
"That poor fool," Drakken muttered already knowing his fate.
"Then drag his ass up here! I need all the help I can get up here!" the captain shouted.
"Aye, sir!" the first mate said and headed down to the cargo hold as the captain took the wheel.
Inside the cargo hold, the ship creaked and groaned as it was tossed about on the ocean. There was a little bit of water inside the hold, but that was from above and not the hull of the ship. So far, it looked as all the crates and barrels were still secured and in place. But where was Livingston at? It had been a while since he had come down here. If that man was drinking again, he would personally throw that man overboard and let the sharks decide what to do with them. As the first mate ventured through the maze of crates and barrels, his eyes saw something rather – odd. He could almost swear he saw a pale naked woman with her back turned to him. Her hair was long, all the way down to her backside. It was also a strange shade of gray, almost black. As he took another step closer, the woman turned slightly. It was almost like she could hear him.
"No no no no," Ron muttered, "Don't go there."
As the thunder rumbled outside once more, another wave struck the ship. The ship's sudden shudder caused the first officer to lose his balance and fall face first into the pooled water. As he stood back up and wiped the water from his eyes, the woman was gone. Instead, he saw Livingston sitting on his ass and leaning against his crate. He should have known better. His eyes were playing tricks on him again. Not enough sleep was making him see things again. Time to give Livingston a piece of his mind for sleeping on the job.
"Livingston! On your feet, man! The Captain needs all hands on deck!" he shouted as he walked closer to the crewman. "Are you deaf? Wake up!" he said as he got closer. That was when he noticed that the man's shirt was stained red and that his neck was covered in blood. "Livingston?" he asked as he crouched down to look at the man, and saw that part of his throat had been ripped out.
The group paled and bonnie and Tara had to hold the content of their stomachs down at the sight.
With a slight yell, the first mate leapt to his feet and stumbled backwards. He could also see the water around Livingston was stained red from all the blood that had spewed from the wound in his neck. There was a murderer on board! The first mate quickly climbed back to his feet and began to run away before he felt something cold wrap around his chest and cover his mouth. Whoever it was had incredible strength as he felt his ribs being crushed and the air squeezed out of his lungs. He began to kick and thrash about as best as he could as he was drug behind a large stack of crates that had been stamped with the picture of a strange dragon. The last thing he saw was his blood spraying the large crates as a sharp set of finger nails were racked across his neck.
The group flinched as Shego feasted on the man. Shego sighed as the animus broke apart.
O: Sequence Two Ends
Shego exited it and looked at the group, "Would you like your I told you so now or wait till later?"
"Okay Shego you were right," Kim muttered. "But we are still going to see all of it."
Shego smirked at her and Kim did not like it, "I was hoping you say that."
Drakken then cleared his throat, hoping to stop another fight before it starts. "Yes well who will be going in next?"
Alright and that is enough of DRAKIGO for now. Up next will be Bonnie and the Mummy. That should be fun. Anyway so far for the new poll we have two in the lead for Kim's and Ron's stories. For Kim the story in the lead is Emerald & Kitsune and for Ron we have a three way tie with Samurai Ron, Overlord Ron and Rosario to Possible. But the vote is still on and you can still vote for your favorite.