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Kim Possible: Vamped

By LJ58

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Kim's eyes flared red as she sat listening to Betty as the woman sat before her in her living room, admitting what had happened, and how.

"Calm down, mom," Dana murmured as she walked over and put a hand on her shoulder as Kim seemed to be growing angrier and angrier.

She still looked human. Wasn't changing. Only her eyes were narrowing, and growing more and more crimson as she finally gave a faint grumbling sound more like a growl than not when Dana chose to step forward.

"How many times," Kim hissed now. "How many times have you let your own secrets slip? And now you allow mine to walk out the damn door," she demanded in a low but ominous tone.

"Wade is upgrading our security posts to scan for shapeshifters now," Dr. Director went on. "And we are looking for Camille. Once we have her hopefully we can make her talk…."

"Oh, she will talk," Kim said, glaring heatedly at the head of Global Justice. "Find her, and she will talk," the redhead said as a physical tremor went through her body.

"Kimberly, you have my personal apology for this oversight. It falls on me, and I know it. We were all blind, but I should have known…."

"Yes, you should. Leave, Dr. Director," Kim spat. "Now."

"Kimberly…."

"Now," Kim echoed, not moving from where she sat.

Dr. Director rose to her feet, her expression grim as she nodded, and turned for the door. On the way, she looked back to say, "I truly am sorry, Kimberly."

Kim didn't say another word as the woman left. She only then looked to Ron, and said, "Find her. I cannot afford more fumbling and mistakes now. Not with my blood. It is too dangerous."

"I'll call in our best," Ron stood to nod at her. "You do know she's still trying to help…."

"Forgive me if I don't see that, Ronald. Just now, all that matters is stopping anyone from doing anything with my DNA."

"I'll let you know what we find," Ron nodded, and he and Yori left without hesitating.

"Mom," Dana asked, sitting on the arm of her chair. "Are you okay?"

Kim drew a heavy breath and sighed.

"I was afraid of this from the start. Damn it, I should have double-checked myself. Damn," she spat.

"They're trying, Princess," Shego murmured from where she had been standing to one side, canny enough to know to stay out of the way. "Give them a chance. It's why you trusted them, isn't it?"

"I do," she said and stood to turn toward the comet-powered woman. "Only even they may not move in time. How do I find her, Shego? How do I find Camille before she can sell or give away whatever she took? I know you know."

"Actually, I don't. Only we know who will. Go see Jack," Shego told her. "If she's working, he will know for who and why. At the least, he'll know where she likely lays low."

"Then I need to go see Jack," Kim said, and glanced around for a moment.

"Mom…."

"Shego, watch Dana. If anyone figures out how connected we are, they might come after her next."

"She'll be safe with me, Kimbera," Shego pointedly called her. "Just…try not to kill anyone. It would make a lot more of a mess than we want," she tried to tease.

Kim nodded and headed for her room to change.

"Mom," Dana called out quietly. "Be safe."

Kim glanced back but said nothing as she went on down the hall.

"She's not the one in trouble, squirt," Shego called her. "Remember what we talked about before when I told you about me? In Kimmie's mind, someone just crossed a serious line. Right now, I would not want to be in her path, because even I'm not sure what she might do."

"But…"

"That isn't Kimberly right now, Dana. That was Lady Kimbera," Shego said pointedly as they heard the Roth roar to life in spite of the fact Kim had not come back through the house.

Dana said nothing as she looked away from Shego, and dropped back onto the chair.

~KP~

"Jack," Kim murmured, looking quite normal aside from red eyes and very real fangs as she stood behind him just then. "We need to talk."

"Possible," the man started, half jumping from his seat behind his wide desk as it seemed she had just appeared behind him without warning. "How….?"

"Press that button," Kim said, her expression bland, her tone ominous, "And you're going to be in a lot of pain before I leave."

"You have no right…"

"Right? Let's discuss rights, Jack. You have the right to get hurt. A lot. If you don't answer my damn questions I guarantee it happens," she growled at him as she lifted him by his throat out of his chair.

"Y-You….aren't faking," he choked as her eyes all but glowed scarlet with malice. "You're a real….vamp….!"

"Want to find out," she asked with a cold smirk.

Jack Hench shook his head vehemently.

"Where is Camille, Jack. And more importantly, who is she working for now? You tell me, and you get to live. It's that simple. Talk," she snarled.

Jack grimaced as she dropped him back into his chair, and he still almost fell had the desk not stopped his chair's backward impetus.

"I don't know. I swear. I can find out, though. I can," he assured her as she bared her fangs again. "Just…give me a minute."

"One minute," Kim told him, eyes locked on him. "Need I say what treachery earns you," she asked as he spun his chair back around, and reached for his keyboard.

Jack swallowed as Kim was suddenly just squatting before him on his desk. Just that fast, and she all but on top of him without giving him a chance to even reach for an alarm.

She smiled maliciously as she told him, "Tick-tock," and flexed one hand that slowly grew long, sharp claws.

"I can find her. I can," he said, rapidly typing on his computer as he sifted files, and then tapped the monitor. "There! She just went to ground in the Midwest at once of our time-shares. Only according to this she isn't working for anyone just now."

"Great. A freelancer," she muttered. "I'm going to go talk to her now, it seems. As for you," he was told as she leaned forward, eyes flaring slightly.

"Y-Yes," he choked.

"You've been working too hard. You need a vacation. A long vacation. Maybe even early retirement," she suggested forcefully. "Naturally," she added as she vanished, her voice fading only after she did, "I was never here."

"Never….here," Jack echoed, staring blankly as he looked around, eyeing his computer, and frowned as he saw it was now blank. "What the hell? What happened to my spreadsheets," he complained and tried to understand just why he was so uneasy just then.

He must be working too hard, or so Jack decided as he stood up on strangely trembling legs, and frowned at his reaction.

"Definitely time for a vacation," he decided as he staggered toward the door. "Maybe a long one."

~KP~

Camille sat in the kitchen of her current hideout and smirked as she counted the cash she was stacking before her.

Nine piles of Benjamins, and at least six more. So while she wasn't finished counting, she obviously had the promised fifty thousand for just a few samples of Kim Possible's blood since her unlikely return. Not a bad payday for a few days of playacting.

Of course, she knew all about the latest rumors, and the loon on that oddball network didn't help with all his nonsense about Possible being a creature of the night or something. Seriously? Like that stuff was even real?

Whatever had happened, she knew the annoying brat would likely land on her feet again, though. She always did. She, a promising debutant with the world at her feet was reduced to petty crime to just survive, but that annoying cheerleader seemed to have everything handed to her, and seemingly without effort.

No wonder she had always hated cheerleaders.

She was starting the next stack, smiling at her windfall when she heard something in the living room.

"What in the world," she frowned, eyeing her feline friend curled up at her feet.

So what was in the living room?

She lifted a taser she kept close for a certain company and headed into the next room, but saw nothing even as she looked around. She rechecked the door again, and only then looked out of the curtain she drew back to peer around.

Nothing.

Frowning, she returned to the kitchen and gasped.

The small tote and all her cash were gone.

"No," she screamed, and looked around, rushing to find the kitchen door still locked and bolted, and not one window open.

She looked around, trying to understand what was happening when someone tapped on her shoulder.

Gasping, she spun with her taser at the ready and saw nothing behind her.

"What is going on here," she cried.

Which was when a faint chortle sounded just behind her.

Camille turned again, but there was no one there. Until her cat Debutant suddenly hissed and fled the room as if GJ had just stormed the room. Camille swallowed hard and suddenly had the impulse to look up.

She slowly lifted her head, and gasped soundlessly, her jaw working helplessly as she tried to find a word for terror as the pale, red-eyed thing clinging to her ceiling stared back at her.

"Camille," Kim smiled coldly. "Let's chat."

The deposed heiress now screamed quite vocally as she turned to flee. She didn't make it out of the room before Kim slammed into her back, and landed hard on her after driving her to the ground.

"Who did you give my blood," Kim demanded. "Who are you working for now? Talk," Kim seethed as she flipped the woman over with unnatural ease, and held her pinned with one hand as she glared down at her with those disturbing red eyes.

"I…. I…. I…."

"This is getting nowhere," Kim complained, and put both hands on the girl's temples, holding her as her eyes bored into the scrawny woman's fear-rounded orbs. "Now, show me all," Kim growled, and Camille squeaked, and fell unconscious.

Not before Kim saw all she needed to know, and none of it good.

Worst of all, she still had no idea where to find the loon obviously planning something bad if his mantle and apparel she discerned from Camille's thoughts were any indications. She swore, eyed the girl as she started to stand, and then smirked.

"All right, little chameleon," she smiled, and put a finger to her brow. "Let's just see how strong your will is," Kim remarked, and fixed her concentration on the woman's mind.

Walking out to her waiting car, Kim tossed the bag with fifty thousand dollars into the back seat and grumbled to herself as she realized she was going to have to see Dr. Director again. Hopefully, she might have something on this newbie, or she might not be able to track him down since he wasn't apparently connected to Jack or Henchco, and hired Camille under the proverbial table to keep anyone from realizing what he was doing.

Whatever that might be.

Whatever it was, though, Kim was more than certain it wasn't good. You don't grab an apparent vampire's blood to do good deeds. Even she could guess that this so-called Baron Night was going to be trouble. As if her usual loons were not bad enough.

Even as she started the Roth, her communicator chirped, and she frowned as she saw the caller as she tapped her dash even as she flew away from the innocuous lair.

"Princess," Shego all but shouted. "We need you back here, and now. We have serious trouble."

"Trouble? What is….?"

"How about an army of ghouls led by a seven-foot version of you," Shego shouted, and then shouted, "Run, you morons. Those things are real!"

Then the signal went dead, and Kim swore as she unlocked her Roth's backup jets, and sped back to Middleton even as she realized someone had definitely pulled a worst-case scenario on her. Damn it, this was why she was losing trust in Betty and GJ even before she was bitten.

Aiming her car like a bullet for home, she just hoped she got there in time.

To Be Continued….