not sure if ur interested but i wouldnt mind a sequal to this story. Perhaps an aftermath or a story about these two after that night

This was an awesome story. I like how you gently pointed out Monique's being a vampire. It was a good paced fic, short and gentle, and believable, you know, without the vampires.

I've been looking for Monique/Kim pairings since they are my second favorite pairing to Kim/Shego. I'm glad I found yours I really like how you wrote this it was so detailed and lively. Very well written Two thumbs up.

Wow. I don't usually like Kim/Monique fics, but this one was more than interesting. The descriptions are very detailed, very nice! ^^

hey great story it was so sweet.

wow. now i know why you kept referring to her canines. ^_^

Hm... I... don't know. Although the idea of Vampirizing Kim is pretty... addicting (for lack of a better word), Monique being the one to do it seems a little off set to me. But I am sure that you'll be able to grasp a little more of my attention as the story progresses.

On the other hand, and you may disagree, I think that the overall story was so well-written that it's worthy of being a one-shot; it just seemed like a smoothly flowing symbolic type of thing that had an excellent conclusion. Whether you choose to continue or leave it where it is is up to you, though... Hit me back.

Craine...

Well THAT was unexpected. Thanks for the good story!

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As the family Possible sat around the dinner table that night the tension radiating from the redhead was like a thick blanket of fog. All through the dinner she had leaned her cheek into her hand while using her other hand to dig into the brain-loaf on her plate. Well, dig was a kind word for it really. She was actually mutilating the damn meal. She was twisting and stabbing the fork all around, turning the already inedible-looking meat into something less appetizing to gaze at.

>>Destruction of Brain-Loaf is only a midemeanor in Middleton.
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Despite getting their kicks off of Kim’s distress and embarrassing situations, even the Tweebs were smart enough to realize the obvious fact in front of them all. Kim was a ticking time bomb.
Kim abruptly stabbed the fork into the brain-loaf and burst out, “How as my day?! Terrible that’s how!”

But Kim blew right past her with her own words. “First the Sloth breaks down, so I’m late for school…”

“Kimmie-Cub settle down…” Mr. Possible said, but to no avail.

“Then I find out that Ron totaled his scooter, so we can’t’ even use that piece of junk!”

“Then, when we finally get to school, we’re late! Barkin chews us out, then gives us a quiz, that I totally flunk by the way! But that’s only because he didn’t supply the information I needed. Then he has the gall to say he’s disappointed in me because I’m slacking off! ME! Then, at cheer practice, Bonnie’s being even more of a ** than usual-”

>>The explosion we’ve all anticipated and expected for at least 2 seasons, and Kim should be allowed to blow up once in four years…
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I can’t believe myself! They were only trying to help and I flew off the handle at them! Oh God, I need her now more than ever!

A well of tears brimmed along the edges of Kim’s eyes as she continued to run, her path set on the one place that would hold the solace she sought.

Then, like the proverbial light shining in the darkness, she saw it. The light itself was literal, shining through the various windows. The lights illuminated the outline of the house, not much but enough to see how large it was. Three floors high, this house seemed more like a mansion. The house itself was large and imposing, like a shadowy giant looming over the neighborhood. The grass was cut low and the bushes neatly trimmed. Adding to the appearance was a large stone wall enclosing the structure. As a final touch, the entrance was seemingly guarded by two large stone gargoyles on either side of the wall’s entrance.

I hope she’s awake by now. Hopefully she won’t mind me barging in like this. I just wouldn’t know what to do if she got mad at me…

>>…and, she’s allowed to feel bad about her overreaction, no matter how justified her explosion is. and, her fear of being rejected is well-written.
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I guess coming here was a good thing after all. She’s listened to my story at least. On top of that she hasn’t judged me like most people would.

“Uh, Kim,” started the woman in the chair, “Not that I’m not digging the attention, but my face is up here.” She pointed to her face with a manicured nail to make her point. She was grinning, her pointed canines gleaming a bit.

Without warning, a shadow fell over Kim, and before she could react, arms of soft, liquid steel picked her up bridal style and held her close to her host’s body. “M-Monique” she breathed. The enticing smell of cinnamon made her drunk, lost in the warmth. She rubbed the top of her head lazily under Monique’s chin.

“I want to make you feel special.” Monique said.

“You’re… going to make love to me…?” asked Kim drunkenly. The scent of the brown skinned woman had her spinning in slight delirium, and she just so happened to take that statement the wrong way.

Monique blushed like crazy and faltered for a bit, but regained her composure. “As good as that sounds, no.”

“Then how are you going to make me feel special?”

“I’ll take care of you, that’s how.” She chuckled at the questioning gaze from the redhead and explained, “The reason you flew off the handle with your family is because you’re stressed, baby. I’m surprised that it didn’t happen earlier really. You’re always doing so much, girl. All those classes and volunteer work, not to mention the missions. You’re always looking after everything and everyone else. In fact, when’s the last time anyone did something for you?”

>>Monique making Kim feel special, and Kim’s instant reaction about love: Teenage unconscious mind-in-gutter? Na…but, anything’s ‘Possible!’ WAIT a MINUTE! CANINES?
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“I…” She’s right. I have been maxing out on everything lately. Maybe I should take it easy. Just for this one night.

Monique smiled. Her canines gleamed in the light.

>>CANINES, AGAIN? WTH?!?!?
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After a meal of pasta and a nice wine, of which Monique did not partake, but Kim enjoyed nonetheless, Monique once again swept Kim up into her arms and carried her to the second floor to a room.

Monique edged the door open with her foot and slipped in, careful not to bump Kim’s head on the doorframe. Kim gasped. The room was beautiful! The carpet was a clear sky blue that reached all around the room. The walls were a delicious cream color. Set on a wall was a vanity mirror and dresser, also cream colored. Monique walked in further and set Kim on the silken sheets, a blue to match the carpet. Kim looked on and gazed at a 60’ inch plasma screen mounted on the wall near her bed, a collection of DVDs stacked neatly on a shelf underneath.

The heroine stripped down and slipped into the white tub. A sigh of contentment escaped her lips as she sank into the warm depths. She took a bath cloth from the side of the tub and grabbed a piece of soap. Working up a good lather, she proceeded to bathe herself.

She rinsed and was about to wash her hair when-

“Let me wash it for you?” Unalarmed, Kim turned to see Monique with an expectant look on her face. Kim nodded. Monique smiled, her canines flashing once more, and she got on her knees by the tub. From the side she took a shampoo bottle and and lathered up her hands. Then she began to draw them slowly through Kim’s tresses, making her moan softly.

Weird. Here I am, in someone else’s home, allowing some girl I’ve only known for a short while take care of me. I’m even letting her wash my hair while I’m butt naked. But, despite all that, I feel comfortable around her… Safe… Talk about surreal.

>>Monique, washing Kim…a true friend, no matter what she needs, Monique can also ‘o anything…No Brain-Washing Shampoo?
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Kim dried herself off and went into the room to dress. On the bed lay a set of pink silk pajamas and undergarments. All this for me? She really cares…She slipped into the clothes and then lay atop the covers, too lost in her thoughts to sleep. She’s done so much for me. I’ve got to repay her. A light clicked in her head.
And I know just how to do it. “Oh Monique,” she cooed in a singsong voice. The dark-skinned girl entered the room and looked at Kim.

“What do you need, baby?”

Kim smiled sweetly and Monique felt her heart melt. Oh god, I’d do anything for this girl.

“Help me sleep?” Kim asked. She brushed aside her red mane of hair to bare her neck to Monique. She could see the apprehension and hesitation in the other girl’s eyes, as well as the yearning. “It’s alright, go ahead.” She assured.

Monique swallowed and climbed onto the bed. She slipped along the soft sheets like liquid until her body was pressed up against Kim’s. Both were on their knees and the contours of their bodies slipped together as Monique’s mouth was mere inches away from Kim’s.

“Go on” Kim whispered.

That was all Monique needed. She wrapped one arm around Kim’s
waist and placed her other hand on the back of Kim’s head to steady her. She leaned down and ran her tongue along the skin of Kim’s neck, savoring the taste.

Kim shivered.

Monique bit.

>>WHAT!?!?!?!? Monique BIT?
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It wasn’t too painful for Kim. It was like getting a shot, just with two needles at once. The process in itself was pleasurable to her. Monique was slow and gentle, taking her time to drink, lapping up the red life that streamed from Kim’s neck. A numbing warmth started to engulf her, making her sleepy.

Monique herself was enjoying this as well. Her blood… like… like liquid fire…! Though Monique wanted to do nothing more than drink, she knew that she’d have to stop soon, lest Kim died. Soon came a bit earlier than she would have liked as she felt Kim go limp in her arms and utter out, “Monique…”.

The dark-skinned girl slowly retracted her fangs from Kim’s flesh and panted. There was no doubt that had been good for her, A tear even found its way down her face. She licked the puncture wounds on Kim’s neck. Her saliva was a salve. It would heal the wounds quickly.

She gingerly placed Kim under the covers and then slipped in herself. Monique’s strong arms wrapped about the redhead and she slipped in slumber.

Kim’s going to have to come up with one hell of a story for her parents.
>>Monique, a female vampire? Something must have happened, sometime…What is going on?

Excellent shock preparation: this was totally unexpected and unanticipated. Monique’s line “Her blood…like…like…liquid fire…!” is a classic: So, how often has Kim offered herself to Monique? your mind's random thoughts are Platinum!

Need more, please and thank you: eagerly awaiting the prequel to this fine tale!

…cpneb

okay, 1 - that was pretty cool, and I'd love to read any more chapters or stories that stem from this thought you had, and 2 - where did you come up with the idea of making monique a vampire? or did I read that wrong?