Disclaimer: Don't own the characters…

October 15th

Kim and Ron had changed planes three times, and finally landed at a small strip in Transylvania, riding in adual-prop plane. The plane was almost new, but just a little cramped, as there were only 2 seats on each side of the aisle.

"Ron…" Kim said, nudging him in the ribs. "Wake-up, we're here."

"Huh? Oh yeah." He stretched and gave a huge yawn.

The motorized stairs pulled up to the plane door, and the door opened, spilling bright sunshine into the plane. Kim and Ron had gotten their carry-on luggage, since it was all they had, and stepped into the doorway, shielding their eyes with their hands.

"There, Ron." Kim said, pointing. Ron looked where she was pointing to, and saw a man in a black suit, standing in front of a black 4-door Mercedes, holding a sign that said: Team Possible.

The two walked down the steps, and over to the car. "We're Team Possible." Kim said to the man.

"Pleased to meet you." The large man said. "Count Borris is vaiting for you in the car." He opened the door for them to get in.

Kim and Ron got into the back seat, but there was no one there. A man sitting in the front passenger seat turned around and spoke. "Greetings, Team Possible. Velcome to Transylvania. I am Count Borris." He offered a hand, and each of the teens took turns shaking hands.

"I am sure you are very tired from the plane ride here. Ve vill go directly to my castle, and get you something to eat, and show you vhere you can sleep.

"That's OK, Count Borris. We would actually like to get right on the case, if you don't mind." Kim said.

"Zat is up to you. If you vish. Ve vill go directly to the museum. Norris, if you please, to the museum."

After about a 20-minute ride, they arrived at the museum, and it was starting to get dark.

"Count Borris, are there anymore items that the thief might be interested in?" Kim asked as they walked in through huge ornate doors. The building was quite old, as it had a very gothic feel. Stone gargoyles adorned the edge of the roof, and the stone was a dark slate-gray color, that was stained from many years of weathering.

They walked in to a large entryway that had a ceiling about 40 feet high. The floor was covered with intricate tile work, and Borris's shoes echoed with each step. Kim and Ron had on sneakers, so when they walked, they made no sound. Their voices echoed as they spoke.

"Yes, there is one other item." Count Borris said in reply to Kim's question. "Zis vay, please."

As they followed Borris through the museum, Kim couldn't help but marvel at the items on display. There were paintings, statues, open books in cases, and a few stuffed animals. One was a huge brown bear that was looming as they turned a corner. Kim heard a muffled 'eep', and then a thud behind her. Ron had fainted when he nearly walked into the bear. Apparently Rufus had fainted too, since he was half hanging out of Ron's pocket, obviously out cold.

Ron came to sitting on a bench by a restroom door. Kim was beside him, wiping his face with a cold wet rag. "Welcome to the land of the living, Ron." Kim said, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Rufus was holding a smaller towel to his own head.

"I don't like this place, Kim. It really gives me the creeps. Where's the Count?"

Both started to look around, but he was gone.

"Not sure where he went." Kim said. Suddenly there was a clatter of something metal down the hallway, in the main part of the museum. "C'mon Ron. Get your head in the game!"

The two ran into the main part of the museum, eyes searching for anything suspicious. Of course nothing looked right to them, it was a museum after all, with things they had never seen before.

Rufus was tugging at Ron's shirt, and pointing off to a room one side. Ron tapped Kim on the shoulder, not wanting to make any noise, and pointed the same direction that Rufus did. Suddenly they saw movement in the shadows.

"Count Borris, is that you?" Kim called out. There was no answer.

There was very little light in the museum at this time, since it was closed because of the robberies. A bright three-quarters moon was shining in through a sky light, casting muted shadows everywhere. There were also a few small lights on at half power for any night shift cleaning crews.

"This way." Kim whispered to Ron, and they went up against a wall of glass that had large stained glass windows. There were 2 panels of stained glass from the floor to the ceiling and then one of regular glass, floor to ceiling. This pattern continued for about 100 feet.

"Ron," Kim whispered, "Cover that exit over there." She pointed to the large archway that was the only entry/exit into this particular room. He quickly and quietly made his way to the entry.

Suddenly something growled, and shot out from the shadows towards the exit. To Ron, it looked like a large dog, but with a large hump on its back. It skidded to a stop right in front of Ron, nails clacking and scratching on the hard tile. Then stood up on its hind legs!

"Oh fu…" Ron started to say a word he usually doesn't use, but was cut off when the thing reared its head back, and let out an ear-splintering howl!

The thing that looked like a wolfman then whirled around, and saw Kim standing in front of a panel of regular glass. It charged towards her, and leaped into the air about 10 feet in front of her. Kim jumped to get out of the way, but was grazed on the leg as she flew through the air. The wolfman-thing crashed through the glass, and took off running into the night, disappearing quickly into the night shadows.

Ron was just standing there, mouth open in shock over what he had just seen. Rufus was in his pocket with the same look on his face.

"Ron, Help me!" Kim yelled for Ron with a shaky voice. When Ron heard his girlfriend's voice call for help, it pulled him out of his fear.

"Kim!" Ron yelled, as he ran to her side. She was sitting on the floor, looking at her left leg. The pant leg was ripped, and large, bleeding gash was on her calf. Her eyes were beginning to well with tears, and Ron held her.

"Kim, do you know what this means?" Ron said, his eyes full of fear, and concern.

"That, I need first aid? This thing really hurts!"

"Kim," Ron said flatly, "That was a werewolf. You have been hurt by it, and have survived. You will now become a creature of the night."

"Amp down the drama, Ron. I'll be OK." She grimaced in pain, and Ron could swear he heard the beginnings of an inhuman growl come from Kim's mouth.

To be continued…