Here is the last and final chapter. I hope y'all like this alternate ending, as I gave more thought to it. I struggled whether to end this good or bad. Hope you like what I decided. I have another question at the end. Please answer in your review… Also, let me know if I should change the rating…

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Kim Possible characters depicted in this story…

The Bloodline Ends

Speaking in a low voice while the three sat in the kitchen, Ron told Kim's parents everything that had happened in the park. While Ron was speaking, Anne had made some coffee for her and her husband, and a cup of hot chocolate for Ron. This did not, however, distract her from listening to Ron.

When he finally finished, Ron took a sip of his now cold cup of chocolate milk. The Possibles just sat there, stunned by what Ron had told them.

Finally after a few ticks of the clock in the silence that followed, Anne got up from the table and spoke. "Well, I better check that cut on Kim, make sure it's not going to get infected."

"Let me warm that up for you Ron." James said as he took the cup from Ron and placed it in the microwave. He then sat back down at the table, placing the now re-heated hot chocolate in front of him. "Well, Ron, what's next?"

"I think we need to go back to that museum and study up on what's happening to Kim." Ron said.

"Ron, Jim, you need to see this." Anne said as she stuck her head in the kitchen.

Anne led Ron and Jim over to the couch where Kim was resting. She had pulled the blankets down a little, and had slightly opened the jacket so she could check the cut. But it wasn't a cut anymore! It was a dark, red scar!

"It's already basically healed up," Anne whispered, sounding very astonished. She then pulled the blankets up over her daughter. Jim, there's not much else we can do here, so let's at least try to get some sleep. Ron, you can stay if you want. There's a loveseat in Jim's den, if you would like to lay down.

"That's OK, Mr.'s Dr. P. I'll just stay here in case Kim wakes up."

"You are so good to her, Ron." Anne said, as she touched his head lovingly, and then playfully mussed his hair. The two Possibles then went up stairs, and Ron got as comfortable as he could in the chair across from Kim. He had intended to stay awake for a while, but fell asleep in just a few minutes.

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Kim slowly opened her eyes when she awoke, and squinted at the bright light. It was mid-day. The smell of food cooking wafted from the kitchen, and she sat up. It was then that she noticed she didn't have any clothes on, but then saw a neat pile of clothes on the floor by the couch.

Standing up with one of the blankets wrapped around her, she picked up the clothes and went into the downstairs bathroom and put them on.

When she walked into the kitchen Kim saw both her parents and Ron cooking, and getting everything ready for lunch. It was sort of a late lunch since it was about 1:30 in the afternoon. They were making spaghetti and meat sauce.

As soon as she walked in, all three began to talk to her at once. "Kimmie Cub, you're awake!" "Are you hungry Kimmie? We're almost ready." "KP, Good morning!"

"Do you remember what happened last night?" Her mom asked.

"Umm, kind of… It's all a little fuzzy. I remember being in my room watching TV with Ron, and I must have fallen asleep. I had this horrible nightmare, but then I woke up on the couch with a bunch of blankets on me, and I had on Ron's winter coat. And why do I have a scar from here to here?" She placed a finger on her shoulder, and on the side of her stomach. (She didn't have a half-shirt on)

Ron quickly gave the short version of what actually happened. Kim had sat down at the table as he started, and it was a good thing, as she would have fainted dead away if she wasn't sitting.

"I thought it was all, a… dream!" She put her face in her hands and began to cry. Ron sat down beside her, and placed an arm around her shoulders. Kim then wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed onto Ron's shoulder.

"Oh, Ron… I wanted to… I could have…" She sniffed. Oh Crap. There's that odor again. His blood still smelled sooo sweeeet.

"But you didn't KP. That's why I think we actually might be able to do something. But you may not like what we have to do. Are you willing to go back to Transylvania?"

"To get rid of these thoughts in my head? To keep me from turning into a blood thirsty monster? YES!"

"Good. I'll call Wade for a ride. But first, let's eat."

OK, Ronnie. I'll start with your neck… then your cheek, maybe I'll have some of that wonderful chest meat… Get it together Kim!

The three ate mostly in silence, except for Kim's inquiry about where the Tweebs were. Her Mom told her they were at a friend's house. She had eaten all of the meat sauce, and never touched the pasta.

While Anne and James cleared the table, Ron called Wade for a ride to the airport, and connections to Transylvania. It took Wade about half an hour, then he called back and said everything was set up.

Kim and Ron were landing again in Transylvania in a dual-prop plane the next morning. Both had pretty much slept for the entire flight, except for when they had to switch planes.

This time, there wasn't anyone in a black Mercedes Benz to great them. They were able to get a cab, and immediately go to Count Borris's museum. It was late afternoon when they walked into the entrance of the old building. Both started to get a little nervous, remembering what had happened there the last time.

As they walked in, both saw Count Borris talking with a receptionist at the souvenir counter. He hadn't seen them yet. Kim and Ron walked up to the counter and stood quietly, waiting for him to finish the conversation.

"How may I help… Kimberly! Ronald!" Count Borris said, as he turned towards the newcomers. "To vhat may owe this pleasure, again?"

"We need to do some… research. And it appears that you're museum has… what we are looking for." Ron said.

"Of course, of course. Vhat is it you need?"

"Well…" Kim started, "We need any information you have on… werewolves."

"Specifically the transformation of them." Ron finished.

"I know just vhat you need." Count Borris said. "Please, this vay."

Kim and Ron followed Count Borris into the area where they were attacked before. Both were looking around, visibly nervous. The window where the creature they had encountered had jumped through was boarded, and covered with white plastic. They stopped just at the entrance. Count Borris continued in, and picked a large leather-bound book off of a pedestal. He then walked back to them, handing the book to Ron.

"The index in the front will help you find what you need. Please be careful with the pages, though. The book is almost 300 years old."

"You better let me carry it, Ron." Kim said as she hefted the book out of Ron's hands.

They walked over to a large empty table, sat down, and opened the book. Opening it to the table of contents, they immediately found the section they wanted: TRANSFORMATIONS of: Werewolves, Vampires, and Lichenthropes – pg. 260

Kim gently paged through, and found the page number. Glancing through a few pages, they found the section they wanted on werewolves. Following words and paragraphs with a finger, Kim came across some very important information. Here is what she found:

Werewolves work in packs, and each pack has a leader. He is usually the one who has created the pack. These packs can be as small as 20 to 25, or they may be as large as 500. The largest one found on record by a non-interfering study group, was about 350.

The only way any of the pack can be saved is if the leader, the one that created them, is killed. It is the only way to sever the bloodline. The preferred method is done by one of the pack members, as it is then assured that all will be released from the changes. All who were created can then lead normal lives without fear of changing again. Some effects may linger for a few days, but they will eventually go away.

After further study, it was found that it is very difficult for a pack member to kill another pack member, let alone the leader. The bloodline somehow keeps the individual from killing one of it's own. Only one instance has been recorded of this ever happening. See footnote 1.

The footnote read: Last recorded instance of a pack member killing a pack leader was in the year 1710, France.

Both Kim and Ron were reading at the same time, and they finished at the same time. When finished, they looked at each other in astonishment, and exclaimed in unison, "Whoa!"

The sun was beginning to set as they read more in the book. Most was obscure dates and places, and there was even a few references to the name Van Helsing.

As Kim and Ron finished reading, and closed the book, they noticed that no one else was around. The lights were all still on in the museum, but they were alone.

"Now where did he go?" Ron asked as he looked around the immediate area.

"Let's go Ron. We found what we needed, now we just need to figure out who was the creature that that attacked us and hurt me."

"Come, now Kim Possible." A low, sinister voice spoke, reverberating through out the room. "You should know who it is. In fact, if you think about it, it will come to you."

Kim and Ron looked around the room frantically trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. "Where are you!" Kim screamed.

"I am here." Suddenly in a blur, Count Borris appeared in front of them. He then disappeared in another blur. "And also here." He was now standing 30 feet away, leaning on a banister.

"And I am HERE!" In another blur, he was right in Kim's face, as he grabbed her, leaning her over in a sort of dip.

Kim pushed Count Borris off of herself, and twisted away, going into an attack stance. Ron had flung the chair back he had been sitting on, and also made himself ready. He had a hand balled in a fist behind his back, glowing blue and white with energy.

"Catch me if you can, Kim Possible! You know you are now MINE!" He then turned, and leaped out of the room, crashing through the plastic covered hole.

Kim and Ron took off after him, but were falling behind as they jumped through the hole he had made. He was about 50 yards ahead of them, and Ron saw that Count Borris had changed.

"Kim, look!" He screamed and pointed at Count Borris.

The man was suddenly standing about 8 feet tall! He was covered in fur, and had pants on, but nothing else. He had just dropped a tattered cloth that was once his shirt.

"Come now, Kim." Count Borris was now speaking with a deep guttural voice. When he turned his head sideways, his head had somewhat taken the shape of a wolf's head. Count Borris had become a wolf-man "You can play, too."

He took off running again, and Kim started after him, leaving Ron in the dust, as he never really was a good runner. As Kim ran faster, and faster, she felt herself changing. Her legs were getting bigger, and stronger. Her hands had expanded into large hair-covered paws that had elongated fingers. She had to stop, and rip off the top she had on, as it had suddenly become very restrictive. Kim's beast had come out, again.

This time, she was a half-breed, like what Count Borris had become. Throwing her head back, Kim growled and howled into the cool night air. Looking around the grounds, trying to find Count Borris, she finally saw him running towards Ron as his back was turned. She tried to yell and warn him. "RON!" Her voice had changed. It was low, and guttural, but slightly higher in pitch than the other.

Instead of her voice warning Ron of what was behind him, Ron turned to see a huge creature that struck him with fear. He was still trying to catch his breath, but when he looked to see who had called his name, he stood upright, and stopped breathing. "eep" Was the only noise he could make.

Suddenly he felt a slash across his left shoulder blade that knocked him on the ground. Screaming in pain, Ron fell to the ground reaching for his back with the opposite hand.

Kim ran over to Ron, who was on the ground in obvious pain. The Borris wolfman was standing over him.

"What have you done?" Kim screamed in her guttural voice as she ran towards them. Ron was suddenly looking up at two very scary creatures that were towering over him.

One had dark brown hair all over its body. The other was a dark-charcoal, with some white interspersed. The second had an area of dark auburn red hair between the eyes and on the forehead. That's gotta be Kim he thought.

"You have been feeling the urges, haven't you? Kim Possible." The Borris wolf said, ignoring Ron as he sat on the ground between them.

"I…I…" Kim stuttered, as she began to feel things she hadn't before. The urges were coming much stronger now. She looked down at Ron, saliva dripping from her mouth, almost salivating at the thought of… "NO! I won't do it!"

"This one is easy. I have already wounded him for you. Once you have taken the life of someone you love, your transformation will be complete. Then you will be part of my pack!"

"Never!" Kim screamed throwing her head sideways, teeth bared, and saliva flying from the sudden movement.

"Look at him. So innocent. So, helpless. Sooo… tasty."

Kim looked down at Ron. She felt like… What was she feeling? What was she thinking? He does look very… good. To feel his flesh rip, to sink my teeth into his muscle, to feel his bones crushing under my jaws would be… heavenly… NO! Kim shook her head again, not giving in to the incredible urges she was feeling.

Kim stepped back away from Ron. She had to get away from him. She had to run. But she couldn't.

"You can't fight this, Kimberly. Give in to your…desire. Give in to your… hunger! Take him, NOW! Before he begins to change!"

Kim lunged at Ron, and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him off the ground. She stood straight, with her hand under his jaw, his feet dangling in the air. She brought his face to the end of her nose and sniffed. He does smell… delicious… such sweet smelling flesh… sweet smelling blood… Ron flailed at her hand in an attempt to get her to let go. He was choking!

"K… Kim! (hack) F… Fight it! It's m… mee (cough) Ron! (gulp)"

Kim opened her mouth wide, pulling her lips back exposing the long sharp teeth. I could break his neck first, and then feed…It would be a quick death…I would just love to…

Suddenly a thought came to her. Love…I… love him…I… can't… I… can't love… him…I love his bloo…I love him… I can't… kill him…kill him…

"K… Kim, P… Please…" Ron was able to force out these two words.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kim screamed, and threw Ron on the ground. He landed with a thud, but then scrambled out from under the Kim-Beast, trying to catch his breath. The Kim-Beast then attacked the Borris-Wolf! They locked arms, and began to snap at each other!

With a sudden, sickening feeling, Ron started to feel something start to change within himself. As he lay a few feet from the two beasts, he rolled into a fetal position, and began to feel his brain trying to tear itself apart!

He felt a beast trying to emerge into his consciousness. His blood felt like it was burning! His hands went to the side of his head as he screamed in pain! His mind was a maelstrom of terrible, vivid images!

Monkeys! Wolves! Werewolves! Monkey Power! Sensei! "What is happening to me!" Ron screamed as he held his head even tighter! The Blood of the Werewolf must prevail! Mystical Monkey Power defeats all that is evil! Flesh and Blood! The lotus Blade! Love conquers all! Evil is Good! Jaws tearing into flesh! A blade slicing through an enemy… The lotus Blade! Yes, concentrate on the Lotus Blade!

Suddenly, beside Ron, the Lotus Blade appeared on the ground. He forced his eyes open, and saw it lying there. He looked up at the two beasts, and they were struggling with each other. Sever the bloodline! Kill! Which one do I kill? The one on the right. No, the left! The dark one? The brown one! Must… Kill… Kill to… survive…

Ron shakily stood as this battle between his Monkey Power and the Blood of the Werewolf raged on inside his head. He stumbled towards the two werewolves as they were locked in a struggle that looked to be to the death. He fell just before reaching them, dropping the Lotus blade at their stomping feet. Dust and dirt were flying around as the two continued to wrestle, each trying to snap at the others neck.

Ron reached for the blade, but was almost stomped on. He reached again, but the blade was then kicked out of his reach. He crawled over to where it stopped, and grabbed the handle again. His hands shot back to his temples. Monkey Power! Blood of the Werewolf! Monkey! Wolf! Evil! Good! Jaws and teeth, taking life…The Blade, vanquishing evil!

Finally Ron stood, and stumbled again to the two fighting beasts. "Kim! Help me! Give me a shot!"

The Kim-Wolf glanced over at Ron, and then dropped to her back, and pushed up with her legs, launching the Borris-Beast in the air. He landed with a thud, stunned. Ron immediately moved towards him, bringing the tip to its chest.

Breathing hard, the Kim-Wolf knelt down hard on the ground by the Borris-Beast's head. She wrapped her hands around Ron's as he gripped the handle of the blade. With a sudden thrust from both, the blade pierced his skin, sliced through the bone and cartilage and plunged into the beast's heart. The Borris-Beast screamed in pain and fear, as his life was taken.

As the light in the beast's eyes slowly dimmed to dull orbs, the conflict in Ron's head stopped. He was again alone with the Monkey Power. Ron dropped his hands, and breathed hard.

Next to him, kneeling on the ground, The Kim-Wolf began to shrink, and turn back into the recognizable form of Kim Possible. She was topless. Immediately, she wrapped her arms around herself, trying to cover up. Ron took off his shirt, and gave it to her, and she immediately threw it on.

Borris had changed back to his former body, and the Lotus Blade was still stuck in his chest. Ron grabbed the handle, and yanked it out. Blood seeped out of the hole it left, and ran down his side, pooling on the ground.

Throughout the land, about 50 other people in the Transylvania area screamed out, "Sweet Freedom!"

The End.

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