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Kim Possible: Vamped

By LJ58

4

Kim sighed with relief as she reached her cabin on the cruise ship before the sun finally set. Once in her room, she opened the cool pack she carried and grimaced.

She was down to three packets, and after that, she was in trouble. She had to drink at least twice a week, or she started getting….hungry. The out of control, and crazed monster hungry. She found that out the hard way, but wasn't too sorry it only happened once and among a bunch of men that thought to rape and kill her when they found her coming down out of the mountains that first month.

None of them survived that night.

She had learned since from her experiences.

Now she tried to keep a supply of blood on hand, but after getting run out of China sooner than she had hoped, she had yet to find a new home, or a safe place to find blood. She was passing as a brunette now, and on a crusie that she could barely afford to reach Hawaii. She had managed the ticket, but it had taken the last of her savings from her last job to book passage. She closed the pack, deciding she could risk one more day before she drank again, and that left her two. She was only a week away from Hawaii, and that meant she was still relatively safe. If nothing else came up.

Closing her cold pack, she put it away in her luggage and stepped out of her room only after the sun rose that next morning once they were well underway.

They had a small clinic on board, but unless it was an emergency she didn't dare borrow blood from it just yet. After all, she was afraid that it would be far too easy to hunt down someone hiding blood on a ship with no escape. Yet.

She was still learning that she was different from the vampires of legend so far as she knew. Yes, she had to drink blood at least once a week, but she could still eat food. Especially when it was daylight and she was apparently fully human. However that actually worked. Only she found that even as a vampire she didn't seem to have the traditional weaknesses. She had tested a silver knife she found back in China, and learned that it did nothing to her. Not during the day, and not even at night. It was just metal to her.

Yet she knew silver had made another vampire she met in India cringe in agony. She didn't care for garlic, but it didn't really bother her. She wasn't sure if that cross thing was real, and had yet to find holy water, but nothing seemed to bother her beyond her unrelenting thirst when the time came to feed.

That was enough, though. It was enough to keep her in hiding, and moving to not only keep safe, but keep others safe from her. She was hoping she could have stayed in China a little longer. It was the perfect arrangement. Until those boys came in and had to blow her cover.

Maybe delivering those teens to the law wasn't the best idea, but she wasn't a killer. Not really. She never had been, and hoped never to be. Well, there were those men in the mountains, but she tried to rationalize that they were the monsters that night. Not her. She knew better, of course, but now she knew what to watch for when she changed. She knew better than to go without nourishment too long.

"Hey, gorgeous," a lean, tanned man in denim shorts smiled as he came up beside her the next day when she was on deck. She groaned as he sauntered over, and eyed her where she stood on a lower deck watching the ship's wake. "What's so interesting?"

"Just watching the sea," she gestured at the wake. "It's kind of amazing, isn't it? And to think, all those fish and whales and stuff are down there somewhere probably looking back up at us."

"Uh, yeah," the young man who obviously wasn't a deep thinker replied.

"I mean, it's really quite amazing that when you think about it. For instance, there is more water than land on the planet, and it has more life in it than all the species on the continents. It's really quite amazing," she smiled.

"What are you, some kind of brainy chick," the man scowled.

She gave a vapid giggle on purpose. "No, I just remember this show I watched about oceans and stuff," the blonde smiled at him. "It was kind of interesting. Or they made it seem interesting."

"And what is a hot chick like you doing watching that kind of stuff?"

"I'm on a budget, so I spend a lot of time working, or watching late night TV while working," she told him.

"Bummer. Would you like to go to a party tonight?"

"Sorry. I don't do nights," she sighed. "Promised my folks to stay straight, and keep out of trouble if they let me take this trip."

"And have you?"

"Have I what?"

"Stayed straight, or out of trouble."

"So far," she smiled ironically.

"Hey, I was about to head for the pool," he told her despite wearing those short jeans and a tee. "Wanna go with?"

"I don't have a suit," she told him.

"No problem. I don't think they care so long as you have shorts covering the important parts," she grinned. "You have shorts, right?"

"At home. Not here," she demurred.

"Well, at least come sit with me. We can chat, and…."

"Hey, Billie, come on. We found some babes that wanna party," someone shouted. "Quit wasting time with the dyke."

"C'mon," the boy told Kim, trying one last time. "You'll have fun," he wagged his brow.

"I don't think so," she said, and pushed from the railing to head back toward the food court. She would get something to eat and go back to her room. She wasn't exactly a party girl even before now, but she certainly had no wish to get drunk with a bunch of morons that didn't have a clue about reality from the way they behaved.

She glared as she pushed past his clumsy interception, and kept going.

"Fine, you frigid bitch," he shouted after her.

Yeah, she thought, that would win girls over. She rolled her eyes at him, and kept going. After a light meal, and spending most of the day in the library, she went back to her room even if the sun wasn't due to set for several hours. Frankly, she wasn't sure why so many liked these cruises. It all seemed kind of boring so far. Sure, she wasn't exactly the usual sort, and she didn't mix well just now with others, but overall, the whole ship seemed beyond dull.

Going to her room, she locked the door and relaxed only then as she looked around the tiny compartment that likely was built as an afterthought more than as an actual cabin. Not that it mattered to her. She was still laying there, once more feeling the cringing change as she felt more saw the sun set since she had no window. Just as well. She was laying there, grumbling as the change brought other appetites to the fore when her enhanced senses heard the shrill scream.

Then laughter.

She grumbled again, and had a nagging feeling she knew what was happening.

She climbed out of bed not bothering to put shoes on, and swiftly left her cabin to head down the narrow hall in the direction of the shouts now being muffled as male laughter sounded louder and coarser.

"Get that bitch gagged," someone was saying as Kim shoved the cabin door in, snapping a steel tang doing it.

She stared at the boy she knew as Billy, and spotted two others trying to bind two girls in bikinis to the beds and snarled.

"Typical," she spat, and the three boys turned to gape at her.

"Hey, look who just joined the party," Billy leered drunkenly, and reached for her.

The lanky teen howled as her palm drove his nose cartilage into his brain without hesitation. She slammed the other two boy's heads together when they gasped and foolishly rushed her as one, making things easier for her as they ended up falling to the floor, and staying there from the force of their impact after fragile skulls shattered. She sneered at the now-dead trio without remorse and then looked at the girls who were slightly intoxicated, but whimpering in fear as one of the blondes huddled together with her bound friend on one bed.

"This is why you don't go with strange boys to strange places," she told them as they stared in horror at her as she raised a hand, and let her clawed nails shear the thin rope used to tie the girl up. "Now get out of here. I'll handle the trash," she told the pair.

The girls both fled without looking back.

She smirked, and then eyed the boys.

Definitely dead. She had overdone things again. Not that they had not deserved it.

"Screw it," she said, and leaned over one of them sink her teeth into his throat.

"God, I needed that," she sighed in delight, and then eyed the other two.

Thirty minutes later, ensuring no one spotted her, she tossed the last body over the stern tied to a heavy rail she had pulled off a stairwell to weigh the boys down. They vanished into the ship's wake, and she knew no one would like ever notice anything wrong after her cleanup as she went back to the boys' room, rifled their things for cash, and then found a surprising large stash of stolen wallets and purses despite only one day at sea. She shook her head, left the stash where it would be easily found after taking only the cash, and then wedged the door closed.

Going back to her room after her efforts, she lay back down, and sighed in contentment, feeling far more rested and satisfied as she tried not to think on the fact she had just killed three boys without batting an eye.

Three predators, she rationalized.

Maybe that was her purpose now. To rid the world of the real vermin that no one else would bother with. Even if those boys had been found, the captain likely would have slapped their wrists, put them ashore, and not said a word. Publicity was always an issue for most cruise lines she knew, and they wouldn't like that kind of bad press.

She woke late the next morning, went to breakfast, and found the two girls already there dressed in more modest sundresses. One of them eyed her, frowning, and then came over to sit with her after a moment as she just sat there eating.

"How…. How did you stop those boys last night like that so fast," she asked, not saying anything about them dying, or going missing. Likely, no one knew about that as yet.

"I know martial arts," she smiled wanly. "I've been studying all my life. It's a dangerous world, after all."

"I wish I knew them," the green-eyed blonde admitted.

"You can learn," Kim told her. "You and your friend okay?"

"We….were wondering about telling the captain, or something," she admitted.

"It wouldn't do any good. Trust me that those kind gets overlooked anywhere. Just avoid them from now on, and be careful about who you go with."

"I will. We will," she nodded. "So….we haven't seen you around much."

"I mostly stay in my cabin, or watch the ocean. I'm not big on the usual social games," she said.

"Yet you came on a cruise?"

"It was the fastest and cheapest way out of Hong Kong at the time," she admitted.

"Oh. You… You weren't in trouble?"

"Nah. Just ran short of ready cash and I couldn't find a decent job," she adlibbed. "Since I didn't want to hook for those little bastards, I jumped on this ship and figured I would try my luck elsewhere," she told the girl.

"I can see that. Amy and I were taking a world trip before we go to college. We live in Montana," she admitted. "Not much out there, and we wanted to see more of the world before we settled down to….whatever."

"I can see that. Sometimes I feel like I've seen too much of the world," Kim admitted honestly.

"So, that's Amy," she pointed back at her friend at another table. "I'm Dana. Who are you?"

"Anna," she told her. "From everywhere and nowhere," she said with a crooked grin.

"I've heard that line," Dana laughed now. "Seriously, thanks for last night. I thought those guys were going to really hurt us."

Kim grunted. "Those kind probably couldn't get it up without help. I noticed most junkies like them are usually impotent. They like hurting people because it's the only way they get off."

"Sick," Dana grimaced.

"Yeah, that's why I also duck that sort."

"I don't blame you," Dana smiled. "Listen, if we don't see you again since you're such a ghost," she teased, "Seriously. Thanks. You really saved us last night."

"No big," she shrugged.

"Yeah, it was. Really big. Seriously, thanks," Dana said as she rose to go back to her friend.

Kim stared after them, grateful she could still help someone. She pondered if she could keep helping, and what it might cost her. She sighed, and knew whatever she wished that her life had changed and it wasn't going to be normal any longer.

She finished her meal and walked out to stare out at the sea.

"Better be careful, Miss," a lanky older man with a thin moustache told her as he came by just then. "These decks are slippery back here and you could slide over if you're not wary."

"Thanks for the warning," she smiled. "I usually hold on to the rails anyway," she grinned, patting the rail she stood in front of just then.

"Smart girl. Have a nice day," the man nodded, and went his way on whatever job occupied him.

She looked back at the man whistling a tuneless song, and dragging a long coil of heavy rope somewhere for something. She felt it was too bad more people were like him, or even Ron. People that would help others without a thought. No, she had seen too many Billies.

She sighed, and heard the ship's horn, and looked back up the side to see them nearing a group of islands in the distance.

"Hawaii," she murmured. Now, did she stay for a while, or risk going on back to mainland America. One thing was certain, she wasn't going to be able to just step off the boat. She didn't exactly have a valid passport just now.

She had been lucky when she had slipped aboard, and managed to do so without anyone demanding ID beyond the obvious fake ID she had arranged back in France.

Only that one would not work now. American customs would be more careful about who was coming in, and she knew it. So, what now?

To Be Continued….