I do not own any Disney characters named herein and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Vamped
By LJ58
3
Ron Stoppable sighed as he flew back home in the Roth, calling no one as he tried to decide what he would even have to say. He had to explain that Kim truly was gone. Forever. Only he had to think up something that was convincing even if it couldn't be the truth. How did he tell anyone that Kim had died after a very real vampire bit her? They'd think he was crazy.
Ten hours later, after sharing his story of Kim falling into a bottomless chasm, and how he closed the pit to prevent anyone else from suffering that fate Kim had shared with those doomed workers. He had hated to do so, but he had been forced to accept Kim was lost and gone, and so he had told her family, and now Dr. Director who only eyed him blandly and snapped, "Now tell me the truth."
Ron sighed and slouched in his chair as he looked at the floor.
"You wouldn't believe me," he finally complained as he avoided her too knowing stare.
"Try me," she ordered.
"A vampire bit her," he told her, looking up to all but challenge her to call him a liar. "A vampire bit her but then we still teamed up one last time to bring that freak down. He didn't expect her to fight him and it gave us the edge."
"And Kimberly?"
"She…killed herself after we closed the hole. She didn't want to risk….hurting anyone else if she lost control. Or if someone tried to exploit her. So she… She killed herself," Ron grit out.
"How?"
"She stayed out and watched the sunrise," he choked out bitterly.
"I see. And she…."
"Went to pieces," he said quietly. "Something I will never forget. Or admit to anyone else. Especially her family."
"I understand. For the record, I believe you, Ronald. I have faced those creatures before now myself. I know you didn't expect it and couldn't expect it, but…. You did the right thing. Both of you did," Dr. Director assured him somberly.
"Just make sure no one tries digging into that mountain again. I'd rather not take any chances of something else down there waking up."
"I'll be sure to come up with something to blacklist that area," she assured him. "Trust me. It's not my first supernatural threat," the head of Global Justice informed him.
"Nor mine," Ron only then admitted. "Only it's the first that….cost. Really cost."
"Remember what she fought for, Ronald. Remember how she lived. Just remember to respect that she had will enough to face her own end before that….thing could overwhelm her and turn her into a true monster."
"I know. I know. She was better than that, though. There should have been another way, but…. She deserved more," he said and shook his head.
"If anyone does, she did. Now, remember your cover story, and stick to it. The last thing we want is anyone seeking vampires when they might find something that wakes others. If not something worse."
"Yeah. I'd rather not see another one anytime soon," he grumbled.
~KP~
Kim Possible stood atop the mountain in her thin gray gown barely feeling the mountain breeze. She listened to the roar of her car's turbines as it flew away. She smiled from her hiding place and looked up noting the sky was growing lighter and lighter now that the dust and rubble from the explosions had settled and left everything around her still once more.
She stepped out to stand almost near the top of the peaks and stared out at the rising sun, steeling herself for her inevitable end. She had seen how the ancient creature had recoiled just from a simple flashlight before he had faced Ron. She had a guess how he would have likely reacted to those traditional banes Ron might have used if they had any idea what they had been facing.
Then she smiled at the thought of her friend escaping to go home and looked up at the sun, grateful he had survived and prepared to face her end with courage and dignity.
She looked up and felt the warmth of the coming day on her skin as she stared toward the sun as it slowly rose, and realized belatedly that she was still standing there and the sun was actually shining on her. She stood under the sun, and yet she felt nothing. No pain. No prickling warning of looming death. She felt….something deep in her chest that seemed to twist oddly, uncomfortably, but beyond a peculiar twinge that passed as soon as it washed over her, there was nothing else. She stared up at the sun now rising fully into the sky and stared in genuine shock.
The sun was warm. It actually felt rather nice. She stared up at the sun without fear now and wondered at it. The other man had been fearful of light. Any light. He had recoiled from just a common flashlight. Yet here she stood in the sun under a cloudless sky and felt….good.
She gave a soft laugh, surprised that she could still stand in the light and wondered at it. She walked over to the rocky debris that now covered the castle below, and pondered her next move as she stared down the sloping cliff. Because whatever else she decided in that instant, Kim Possible was dead. She was so certain she had been facing death. So was Ron. Only somehow, she had not died. She stood before the sun and defied its touch.
Maybe, she mused, because of all the things that had afflicted her over her long career. Maybe her metabolism defied this traditional bane because she had already faced and experienced so much else before now.
She didn't know, but she still couldn't help but be glad. Only now she had to face a life where she still dared not reveal herself. A life that was not Kim Possible. It was too dangerous to even now to reveal that Kim Possible was a vampire. One that could apparently live in the sun.
Something told her that would be a very dangerous revelation.
She impulsively ran her tongue over her teeth and belatedly realized the fangs weren't there now.
She wondered if that was it. Did she change back to a human in the light? Did she change only at night? It had been dark in that cavern. Endless night. Only she had never come out into the light until this very morning.
She couldn't help but laugh at the revelation, but she knew, absolutely knew, that her other side would return at night. So, what now? She was still on top of a very high mountain in the middle of nowhere. She looked down, saw the rough gravel road the men had already lain not far below, and knew she had a climb ahead of her no matter where she went.
Not the best conditions wearing an outdated gown and flat sandals, but she wasn't one to complain. She steeled herself, ripped the gown up one side to let her move more freely, and began the climb down. What else did she have to do?
~KP~
Ron sighed as he came in from another mission, Yori now at his side of late, both of them looking grim and somber.
There was a moment when Dementor almost got the better of him in spite of his recent training, but then Dementor himself screwed up. He saw Yori and mocked Ron, asking if he had lost his redheaded hero and had to trade-in for a new one.
Ron's fury had been overwhelming. If Dementor was alive it was not because it had been Ron's choice. Yori had calmed him at the last moment or that mad dwarf would have been a head shorter.
Kim had died a true hero, and to hear that loon mock her as he had was just too much for him.
"Remember her courage, Stoppable-San, and do not stain her honor. Use her memory to strengthen you, not torment you. It would be what she wished," Yori advised him as she put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Ron had spent the trip home in grim silence. Yori let him grieve, knowing he still needed to find his own peace, or he would never be all right. She knew it would just take time. As all things did, Ronald needed time to regain his own peace. She just hoped he found it before he lost something just as precious as his friend.
~KP~
Far from Ron's trip home, two men burst into a girl's apartment in the bad part of Hong Kong and looked around, hunting valuables. To their astonishment, while the western girl's small icebox was full of packets of blood there was nothing of value in the entire Spartan residence. The place was virtually empty and didn't look lived in at all.
They frowned as one of them lifted one of the packets from the rusty fridge even as the bedroom door opened. They had checked only moments ago and seen for themselves the place was empty, yet suddenly someone was coming out of the bedroom. The wiry, dark-haired girl with strangely red eyes stared at them and grumbled in a low tone, "Best put that back, boys," she told them. "I get cranky when someone takes my medicine," she said.
"Medicine," the thug frowned and held up the packet. "This is…."
"Mine," the woman snarled, suddenly just there before the young man as she pulled the packet from his hand to shove him across the small living room with such force he slammed into the door, and almost broke it. He was out cold by the time he slid to the floor.
"What the hell," the other man frowned. "What are you?"
"Hungry," she smiled and opened her mouth to sink sharp fangs into the plastic to suck the packet of blood dry in only seconds.
"Impossible," the still conscious boy whined. "Impossible. You're a….a…."
"Girl," the brunette smiled as she grabbed him and slapped him so hard he fell unconscious when he was released.
"Now, what to do with you," she said, smiling at the two young men yet to rise as she licked her lips.
The first young burglar just coming around by then screamed as she was suddenly standing over him again and reaching for him.
It was early the next morning when the landlady opened the small apartment for the police who had come to investigate after two known thugs left tied up outside the station babbled about a vampire attacking them. They were not bitten. They were not hurt beyond a few bruises, but they both insisted there was a vampire living in the old apartment house on the poorer side of town.
They looked around but saw nothing, and there was nothing to indicate anyone had been living there at all in spite of the fact the landlady admitted there was a young western girl who had rented the place for a time. She could tell them she was no monster, though. She worked all day and slept all night rather than partying like most foreigners. She was a very good tenant, and the woman would miss her.
Still, the authorities did notice that a noted shortage at certain area blood banks ended with the western girl's departure. The incident was logged but forgotten. No one saw the young girl again.
To Be Continued…..