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Kim Possible: Vamped

By LJ58

7

Kimberly went out late the second night after the attack. She only left after feeding the sleeping blonde again, and ensuring she was safe, and then she slipped out into the night to hunt. She had already called in to take time off for her and Dana, explaining she had been attacked and hurt and needed time to heal.

It took her all of ten minutes to find the same police officer that dismissed them as addicts and whores. She fought an impulse to shred the bastard and followed him most of the night. It didn't take long to see what kind of officer he was either.

She watched him take bribes, steal drugs from pushers, exploit the usual streetwalkers, and even beat on a few kids that dared try to defy his demands. Kim followed him, watching from the shadows the entire night, using a throwaway camera to take very revealing photos she then mailed to a certain reporter she knew was noted for exposés in the local paper she enjoyed reading.

She fully expected to see the officer's name in the headlines soon considering the backlash against crooked and bigoted lawmen of late. She didn't feel the least bit sorry for the man that would have walked off and let Dana die.

She went home, slept through most of the next day, and then woke just after dark to find Dana sitting up and staring owlishly at her.

"I….thought I died," she said, staring at Kim. "I dreamed…."

"It was no dream, sweetie," Kim told her, and reached into a nearby tote Dana had not seen before to pull out a fat, plastic packet with something dark in it.

"Is that…?"

Kim let her mask fade again, and revealed her own teeth.

"Remember," she asked and sank her fangs into that plastic to suck at the nourishing blood she now needed to live. Or at least to live and remain control of her life.

"It wasn't a dream," Dana gasped.

"No. Those boys attacked you. Left you for dead. They…."

"My money. Everything I had saved up was in my wallet," she groaned.

"Do you remember what else I told you," Kim asked blandly.

"You said… You said… You would hunt them," Dana said quietly.

"I have. I've been going out while you….slept. I know where they are now. Do you want to visit them tonight," Kim asked her.

"Anna…. What if they…? They had knives. Guns. They…."

"They are nothing," Kim said, her eyes flaring with dark crimson as she bared her fangs, and let her other side fully show. "Not to us. Not now. Look deep, my friend," Kim smiled a hellish smirk. "Tell me how you feel about what they did to you?"

"I….I feel…."

Dana felt a low rumble build in her throat, and she ending up hissing as she instinctively leaped out of bed, landing on her feet, and looking around.

She blushed furiously, a fact made obvious by her very pale flesh as she belatedly realized she had come out of the bed wearing only her panties and nothing more.

"I'm naked," she shrieked.

"Of course not," Kim smirked now. "You're wearing panties. Now, get dressed, and then we hunt."

"I'm not sure if I can…."

She looked back at the bed, across the room, small as it was, and realized she had just jumped over fourteen feet, cleared the bedframe, and landed close to the door. All without effort.

"You are faster and stronger than you know. You have much to learn, though, Dana. I will teach you. I will keep you safe until you can make your own way again. Only you don't have to fear those boys any longer. Now, they will learn to fear you," Kim assured her.

"I feel…."

"You're hungry. Here. Drink one."

"Just…one…."

"It will be enough to sate you until we hunt those that deserve it," Kim told her. "Never let yourself lose control, though. Always be sure you have fed before going out. Losing control means losing reason. You lose your reason, Dana, and you might yet die. Trust me, there are still those out there that hunt those like us. Rampages would bring them after us without hesitation."

"Oh, God," Dana suddenly gasped, her eyes brimming with scarlet tears. "I can never see Amy again."

Kim took the girl by her shoulders and made her stare into her own eyes.

"Don't give up hope. You are still alive. You still have hope. You have to learn to control yourself and remake your life. As I did. If Amy truly loves you, when the time comes to see her again, she may understand."

"This…. It's why you keep traveling, isn't it?"

"Yes. And we'll have to leave soon. I've been in this area too long now anyway. Only before we go to our next stop, we're going to find those boys that robbed and beat you, and repay the favor," she smiled smugly. "They will learn that girls can be far more dangerous than they could ever imagine. Now, get dressed, Dana, and follow me."

"Anna, you really think I won't lose Amy?"

"As long as you love one another, Dana, I like to think anything is possible," she declared cryptically. "Now, ready for some payback?"

"I do want my money back," she said with a grumble. "I worked hard for that money."

"Just imagine how many people we're likely avenging by putting an end to them," Kim pointed out.

Dana said nothing as she dressed quickly, pulled on her favorite green hoodie, and said, "Tell me what to do."

Kim smiled, and told her, "For now, follow me. You'll learn by doing as easily as being told anything. Follow me, and trust your new instincts. Trust me, you are more than you were. Much more."

She then opened their window and leaped out into the darkness.

After a moment's hesitation, Dana followed her.

~KP~

Dr. Wade Lode walked into the office of the head of Global Justice in person one afternoon, which surprised Betty Director more than anything could have in her life at that point.

"I take it there is a point to this meeting," she asked without showing that surprise at his unannounced appearance.

"You know I'm a cautious person," Wade said without preamble. "I check everything, and recheck it as often as necessary," he told her.

"I am aware. It makes you an admirable source of good and more than solid intelligence," Dr. Director replied with an affirming nod.

"Yes. I have had….questions of late. So I started rechecking a few things. I found a few oddities, and began to trace them when I realized there were….similarities being reported that formed a rather unbelievable picture."

"What similarities," Dr. Director asked. "What exactly are you talking about here, Wade?"

"Kim's death. That is where it all started," Wade said evenly and dropped a heavy file on her desk. "Everything I've found to date is there. No digital traces were left behind me before you ask. I only used hard copies and deleted everything else. This is all that remains of my findings."

"I am not sure what you….."

"Kim's not dead. Well…. She's not gone," Wade grimly as Betty opened the file, and the first photo she saw was one of Kim Possible hunched over a body with eyes red as flame and bloody fangs dripping as she turned to look back at something in a small room that suggested a ship's cabin. She seemed to be looking at something that apparently drew her attention. While giving the camera a very good cameo.

"That was recent. From an overlooked laptop left in a cabin on a cruise ship which the authorities didn't bother to check properly. Not a month past either. I think…. Think that she is still in place from the last reports I cobbled together here, but…. Well, you need to review the file to see the entire pattern."

Betty looked beyond grim now as she eyed that telling photo a moment more, and then turned to the first carefully typed page. Or maybe it had been printed. Still, the data was concise as ever, and it showed the usual attention to detail she expected from Wade's work. She didn't bother to ask how he accessed the laptop he mentioned, she already knew the boy was a master hacker as much as anything else.

As she surveyed the file from the start, she realized that just four miles from the mountain where Kim had allegedly died five men were found in a shallow grave with their heads torn off and missing every drop of blood in their bodies. A torn, bloody gray gown that might have fit a small body was buried with them. Coincidentally, one of the men was missing his clothes. He was close to the same size as the dress.

Somewhere else in rural France, two more men were found in another shallow grave with missing blood and both decapitated. Then in Spain, a rash of peculiar burglaries. All of them ironically at blood banks. The last clinic had a single photo found on its outdated security camera, but it was so dark no real features could be seen. Just glowing red eyes. Only Wade had somehow adjusted the image and found a barely visible image of a girl that looked remarkably like Kimberly if you knew her.

For months after that last robbery, there were no other reports. No trail. Then in Hong Kong, a rash of thefts at local blood banks was followed by a nearly lost report buried in the files of two teens claiming a vampire girl had beat them senseless when they found her blood supply in a fridge while trying to rob her. Surprisingly, both were delivered bound to the police, whole and alive.

The trail went cold, but then three weeks later a cruise ship reported that four passengers vanished before they arrived at the port in San Francisco. Three teens, and one young teen girl. Checking the ship's overlooked security, that telling photo of a vampiric Kim Possible was found and had stunned Wade to the core at the time.

He looked hard, checking everything, and then a small city just north of Frisco reported a sudden rash of murders. They were dismissed as gang activity, as they were the only victims. Oddly enough, most of the dead were missing blood. At the same time, there were a string of robberies at blood banks from Frisco to the same city with the reported deaths.

"It's Kim, Dr. Director. She lived. Or survived. Now, tell me what really happened out there. I have always had doubts about that story Ron gave," Dr. Director was told by the grim young man that was likely smarter than anyone else on the planet.

"She did die, Wade," Betty told him as she eyed that first photo again, taken on the ship just before it reached Hawaii. "Kimberly and Ron found a real vampire's lair out there on that last mission. They were attacked. In the end, they managed to kill the monster, but Kim…. Kim was changed. Only according to Ron, she went out to face the sun, and…. she died. After all, their kind cannot face the sun and live."

"Obviously she can," Wade said grimly. "If she even faced the sun."

"Yet I would stake my reputation that Ron feels she did." Betty nodded at him. "Just as I would wager Ron truly believed she died that day."

"Only she didn't. Or….she's not gone. If this is a viral infection of some kind, though…. There is a chance we could still cure it. That is my thought, at least, as she is so obviously working on keeping it from spreading," the very smart young man said. "I think with her as a direct blood sample to create real antibodies, I could possibly cure her. Only first we have to find her," Wade told her firmly.

"And get her to trust us."

"Yes. If I'm right, she's still in that last city that reported those most recent thefts. If her pattern holds, she's going to leave inside a month at the most, though. Two weeks at the least."

"What do you need," Betty asked him without preamble.

"NSA clearance to use their FR mapping satellite tech without interference. If she's out there, I can find her with the facial recognition software, track her and we can hopefully bring her in without….issue," he said somberly.

"Use my office," Betty told him, rising from her chair. "Temporary authorization Nine-Delta Five-three. This is Eyes Only, Wade. Bring your findings to me and only me," she said, and headed for the door with the file in hand. Even as her door closed behind her, Wade heard her say, "Denine, get me Ron Stopp….."

Then she was gone.

Wade didn't waste time as he took that chair left vacant, and immediately went to work.

~KP~

Kim was furious.

Worse, she felt like a fool.

Only she beyond furious, too, because she had not been the only one taken by the trap obviously set just for her. Whoever was out there had known just how to lure them, and apparently how to hold them, too. She cradled Dana close, trying to keep her off the garlic-coated silver bars that made up the cage that held them as she felt something jerk, and the entire cage was abruptly lifted into the air.

She listened carefully, feeling the sway of the cage apparently held by cables, and then noted there was a familiar silhouette over their heads that was lifting the cage by means of a wench. The VTOL jet was larger than most, but it was a familiar aircraft to her knowing eyes.

Global Justice.

Someone out there had put some pieces she had apparently overlooked together, and they had come after her. She spotted two tiny cameras on the top bars, and made a point to pretend to recoil from the bars that were so obviously hurting Dana as she tried to resist the urge to tear free, and eviscerate anyone she found in that silent aircraft now rising over the city, and flying away. With them in tow.

She had to be patient. She had to find out who knew, and what they knew. Only then would she act. For Dana's sake, she had to be beyond clever, because she had promised to keep the blonde safe, and Kim Possible still liked to be a woman of her word.

~KP~

From inside the aircraft, watching on monitors in the communications on the airship, Ron watched with the others as the cameras showed the two pale girls caught in their unlikely trap. He was still finding it hard to believe that was Kim, but it couldn't be anyone else. He knew that as well as any of them. He couldn't help but scowl as he tried to imagine how or why she had lied to him.

"Well, they can't do that misty thing like in the movies, or they'd be gone already," the monkey-master finally commented.

"Unless that silver and garlic truly do nullify their powers," Will Du remarked, still looking just as grim and more than a little frightened for one of the few times in his life. He had his doubts about this entire mission, but Ron was beyond serious for once in his life and the young ninja girl with him of late had made sure every weapon she carried was pure silver for this one.

Yori said nothing as she kept her eyes on the cameras watching the two in the cage they were carrying back to a specially prepared headquarters.

"We'll arrive before sunrise, right," Ron asked, hoping Wade was right, and they could devise a cure as he had in the past with some of his miracles.

"Dr. Director isn't sure the sun really hurts her," Will pointed out.

"Yet the silver and garlic are," Ron pointed out.

"No, Stoppable-San. Possible-San is angry, but not hurt. I have been studying her. She is beyond angry but she is not harmed. I also think her fury is that her companion is being harmed."

Ron grimaced.

"Not good," he remarked.

"Not good is her even being….alive," Will spat. "That….thing out there should be impossible, and yet…."

"You did not see what we saw, dude," Ron spat right back. "That other vamp was a heck of a lot scarier than KP."

Will, who had seen the photo of Possible feeding Wade had found wasn't so sure.

~KP~

Dana huddled in the middle of the cage in Kim's arms after the cage was finally set down where they had been lowered underground. Kim glanced around, ignoring the fact they were surrounded by armed men in masks as the massive doors overhead closed before a lift dropped them down deeper into a mountain lair she knew all too well. All of the men around them were carrying silver crosses, and flasks of what was likely holy water. She had yet to see anyone else, but Kim could guess at least one of those who was behind this one.

She waited, staying close to Dana, and growing ever more angry at these abuses. For so she perceived them.

She would wait, though.

She had to be patient. To be clever. She had to be the hunter even if these people thought she was their prey. Her time would come. To her mind, this was no different from Drakken or Dementor. Someone always thought they had her trapped. Only they were always wrong.

She would ensure these people learned that, too.

To Be Continued….