Chapter 5: Resurrection

"He's going to be ok," Rayne said as she sat down next to her daughter in the waiting room on the Brimstone Society's private floor of the Middleton Hospital.

Kim hugged herself as she sat there, showing no reaction that she heard her mother. "I killed him… His heart wasn't beating… I killed him… I hurt him… I honestly hurt him… and a part of me… a big part of me enjoyed it…" Kim whimpered through wracked breaths. "I love him… but I enjoyed killing him…"

"Now you listen to me, Kim. You didn't kill him. Ron's going to be ok. We got to him in time, understand?" Rayne hugged her daughter tightly. "Come on, we know he's stable now. Let's get you someplace where we can get you cleaned up," Rayne said, motioning to Kim's bloodstained clothing and the dried blood on her skin.

Rayne lead the near-catatonic Kim away from the waiting room and toward her office. Her ears perked for a moment before taking her inside and handing her some of her spare scrubs. "Slide these on, Kimmie. I'll be right back…" She said quietly, picking up her blades from the table next to the door.

Meanwhile, inside Ron's hospital room, a shadowy figure moved toward his bed. Her quiet movements were nearly undetectable with the only sound being those of the machines hooked to the blond boy. Her soft hand moved to stroke his face. "I'm glad you're ok, Ron," the figure whispered in the darkness. "I hate seeing you so badly hurt," she whispered before her eyes took an uncertain light. "Maybe you could make it through the change," she whispered, lifting his wrist toward her lips.

Spots flew to her eyes as the lights suddenly came on full. "Hold it right there, Monique!" Rayne growled, baring her fangs.

Monique's hair flew around her as she jumped away from her best friend's mother. "M-Mrs. Possible… I…"

"I'm not ignorant, Monique. I know what you are and what you were going to try. You were born this way, Monique; it's different for you. You KNOW what the change does to normal humans."

"But Ron's different," Monique countered defensively. "He could…"

"Yeah, maybe he could, but are you going to risk fucking up his life?" Rayne asked, running her hands through her short red hair. "Damn it, Bitch, THINK about what you're doing! I know you've seen what this has done to Kim, just THIS! What do you think would happen if you did that and it went bad? We'd have to bury both of them. I'm not fucking ready to lose either one of them, and I don't think you are either."

"I… I just thought… I didn't…" Monique's shoulders drooped. "I'm sorry…"

"Damn right you're sorry. Now get the hell home and come back during proper visiting hours," Rayne snapped.

"Do you mind turning it down a notch or two, Mrs. Dr. P? My head hurts…" Ron groaned from the bed.

"RON!" Both women squealed, turning to the bed.

"Are you alright?" Rayne asked, looking over the machine monitors. "Blood pressure ok, heartbeat steady, do you hurt anywhere? Do you remember any of what happened?"

"Is KP ok?" He coughed, ignoring the questions.

"She's worried sick about you, but other than that, she's physically fine," Rayne smiled, thinking her daughter couldn't have found a more loyal mate in a thousand years.

"As for the questions, I think I'm alright, I hurt all over, and what happened is a bit vague up here…" Ron answered.

"What happened was Kim got carried away when she fed from you," Rayne explained, "It put her into her first Bloodrage, something all vampires have to deal with when feeding. It really upset her, and I think she's going to need you to help her deal with it. That is… if you're still willing to help her through this. I know this probably scared you…"

"Are you suggesting I leave her to deal with this by herself?" Ron asked with a look on his face like that was the stupidest question he had ever heard. "Not gonna happen."

"I knew we could count on you, Ronnie," Rayne smiled before pulling Ron into a tight hug. "Now, let me go get your lover. I'm sure she'd be in a lot better shape if she knew you were ok."

Rayne made sure to see Monique to the elevator before going to her office to find her daughter dressed in the scrubs and sitting on the floor with her knees pulled to her chin. "Kimmie," Rayne said with a soft smile. "Someone's asking for you…"

Kim's eyes widened the size of saucers as she stared up at her mother. "Ron? But… No! I can't be in the same room with him!" She said in a voice filled with horror.

"Kimmie…" Rayne started but her daughter cut her off.

"No, Mom, I can still taste him. I can still taste his blood… And I want more of it… God, I want it so bad, it hurts, and I… I just can't!" Kim shook her head frantically.

"Kimmie, you can drink without killing your host," Rayne said with the same smile she gave Kim when she was a little girl scared of going to Pre-K for the first time, which, now that Rayne thought of it, was strangely ironic.

"But…" Kim stammered.

"You can't live in a cage," Rayne said pointedly, holding out a hand to her daughter. "It's scary, I know, but I'm not going to let you face it alone. And Ron isn't either."

"But what if…" Kim stammered as she stared at her mother's hand.

"If you run away, he'll run right after you," Rayne said with a small chuckle. "You know I'm right."

"You're right…" Kim sighed after a pause and took her mom's hand, letting her pull her to her feet.

She timidly followed her out of the office and on to Ron's hospital room.

Rayne opened the door and smiled when she saw Ron glance up to her and smile. Rayne nodded and reached back to pull a reluctant Kim into the room.

"Hey, KP… you alright?" Ron asked with a bright smile on his face.

Kim blinked.

She blinked again.

Her lower lip trembled.

Then she broke. With a wail of Ron's name, she dove on the bed, hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, Ron!" She cried into his chest.

"Sorry for what?" Ron asked as he stroked her hair.

"For what? Because I almost killed you!" Kim sniffled as she pulled away to look sternly at the teen.

"But you were about to die; it was worth the risk," Ron said without a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Ron yelped in pain when Kim punched him in the chest not once but twice. "Idiot! Moron! I'd rather die than see you like that again!"

"So would I!" Ron countered, brown eyes locking with green in an intense force of wills.

"You might want to calm down. The tension is making your wounds reopen, Ronnie," Rayne said, eyeing his reddening bandage.

"Oh, God, Ron!" Kim yelped in concern as she saw the blood soaking the bandage.

"Oh, calm down, and I'll show you a new trick." Rayne said with a knowing smile.

"Huh?" Kim and Ron blinked at her mother.

"Kim, take the bandage off his neck," Rayne instructed, studying them carefully.

"But…" Kim eyes were glued to the bright red color.

"Trust me, Kimberly…" Rayne said in her most comforting voice.

Kim gulped deeply before reaching out and pulling the sticky bandage from her boyfriend's throat. It both warmed her heart and filled her with terror how he let her do it without a hint of fear in his posture or eyes.

"Now, I want you to lean over and lick both of the puncture wounds." Rayne instructed as she took a step forward and leaned over to study them.

"WHAT?" Kim squeaked as she turned her wide eyes to her mother.

"Trust me," Rayne said crossing her arms.

Kim glanced from Ron to her mother, and it didn't help that Ron turned his head and stretched his neck to give her easier access. "Do it, Kimmie. The sooner you do this, the less blood we use on him that could be used for others."

Kim took a shaky breath before leaning forward, and extending her tongue to run it firmly and slowly across Ron's wounded neck.

"Oh, tingly…" Ron sighed with a goofy smile on his face as she repeated the motion a few times.

Kim pulled back, and her eyes widened as she saw the two wounds close quickly, leaving only small freckle-like scars in their place. "What the…"

"There's a type of venom in your fangs, Kimmie, that causes intense pleasure to whoever you feed on. It's a natural aid in feeding that keeps your prey from running in terror or fighting you off while you try to give them the hickey from hell." Rayne explained as she sat down at the foot of Ron's bed. "But it has a second purpose: when mixed with your saliva, it will cause rapid cell regrowth, healing the wound instantaneously. The theory is that it would allow vampires to prey on the same humans again and again without killing them."

"So, if Ron gets bit by a vampire, I can save him by licking his wounds?" Kim asked, crinkling her nose in curiosity.

"No, it has to be done by the same vampire," Rayne shook her head. "Every vampire is different, and so is their venom."

"So, it just means yours are the only fangs that can pierce his sweet skin," Rayne teased, and Kim turned pale at the thought.

"But… but I don't want to hurt him again. I won't…" Kim shook her head and tried to pull away, but Ron held on tight.

"Don't worry about that now; why don't you two just cuddle up there and go to sleep," Rayne said as she pulled a blanket from the closet and draped it over the two. "We're going to keep Ron overnight and pump a few IV bags of fluids into him; then, he'll probably be released in the morning."

Ron nodded, but Kim simply buried her face into his chest, reveling in the sound of his heartbeat. "Get some rest, the both of you. You've earned it." She said with a smile as she left the two teenagers alone and turned off the light on the way out.

The two sat in the darkness for several moments. "Hey, Ron?"

"Yeah, KP?" Ron responded gently, his hand stroking her long red hair.

"I just want you to know I love you, and I always will," she whispered into his chest.

"Back at ya, KP," Ron whispered before the two drifted off into slumber.

Shego and Drakken stood with the other dhampirs and vampires in the torch-lit Tower of London as Kagan stood over a casket holding the hollow stake stained with Kim's blood.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Drakken whispered as Kagan chanted in Latin.

"We'll find out soon…" Shego shrugged before turning back to the scene as Kagan opened the end of the stake and released the dark red fluid into the casket before stepping back.

"Now, Dark Lord of Evil…" Kagan finally spoke in English. "Arise and lead your children to victory!"

A thick mist rose from the casket and filled the room as an eerie feeling of dread washed over all present. A throaty moan came from the casket as a tall man literally rose straight to a standing position from the casket. He was dressed in a faded black, Victorian suit with a long, flowing cape, both aged and damaged along with a black, stained hole over his heart. His neat, jet-black hair was slicked back, and his handsome features contorted in rage as his fangs came to bear. "Van Helsing…"

"Long dead, Sire," Kagan said with a bow.

"Kagan?" the man hissed before glancing around at the gathered followers. "What is this?" he asked, stepping out of the casket and lifting the tall Vampire Lord into the air by the throat. "You revive me with impure bastards in my presence?"

"Sire, there are very few pure bloods left in the world," Kagan gasped against his master's vice-like grip. "They've all been killed…"

"By whom?" the Vampire's blood red eyes narrowed.

"Bloodrayne…" Kagan coughed. "A Dhampir…" he wheezed, not wanting to say that he was the father of the enemy of their race.

"A traitor to her race," the Dark Lord growled as he dropped Kagan to the ground. "This is the best that remain?"

"Yes, m'lord," Kagan breathed as he pulled himself to his feet.

"Then they will have to do…" he said, turning away, "I wish to know what I have missed, and all you can give me on this Bloodrayne and those for whom she cares."

Rayne gave it a few days for Ron and Kim to recover physically and emotionally. Now, she felt it was time and paced by the foot of Kim's bed with the two teens seated nervously at the head. "You know, after eighteen years, I thought I'd be better prepared for this," Rayne sighed as Kim and Ron watched her movements carefully.

"OK!" Rayne said, clapping her hands together and climbing on the bed with the two, sitting on her knees at the foot. "You've tasted human blood, Kimmie; there's no getting away from it now. A part of you will always want it. There's a place in the pit of your stomach screaming for it as we speak, right?" Kim paled and nodded slowly.

"Being afraid is ok, Kimmie. It's perfectly good and natural to be afraid; that will help you control it, but you can't let that fear control you," Rayne said with a firm nod.

"I just don't want to hurt him…" Kim whimpered, tears starting to form in the corner of her eyes.

"Ron, when Kim fed from you," Rayne said, turning to the blond at Kim's side. "Did you feel any pain?"

"A little prick when she first bit but other than that…" Ron flushed slightly. "It felt really… really good." Ron's face colored even more. "Passing out sucked, but it felt like…"

"It felt like you had an intense orgasm with all the messiness that comes with it, huh?" Rayne smirked, and Ron broke into a fit of coughs. "One of the nice side effects of vampire venom is it induces intense pleasure, not pain..." Rayne took a deep breath. "Which leads me to this: Kim, when you feed from Ron, you think you're causing him physical pain." Kim nodded. "The truth is vampiric feeding is more closely related to sex than assault."

Now, both teens were the color of the Possible women's hair. "Well, it is. Sex is just receiving pleasure from exchanging bodily fluids. This just involves a fanged hickey instead of the traditional method. Once Kim becomes accustomed to controlling herself, you can do both, which will increase the enjoyment factor."

Kim covered her face while Ron just stared at Rayne as if in a trance. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation…" Kim moaned.

"Do you want me to bring out Ken and Barbie for visual aids like when we went over the birds and bees, Ms. Bubble-butt?" Rayne asked with a smirk.

Ron blinked at the mortified Kim questioningly. "Bite me, mom!" Kim gasped when Rayne shot forward and did just that. Kim moaned and rolled her eyes in the back of her head as Rayne gave her a quick suck before healing the wound with her tongue. "Holy shit…" Kim panted as Rayne sat back on her calves.

"Now, did that feel like I was killing you?" Rayne said, wiping a few drops of blood from her lip with her forearm.

"Can you, like, do that again?" Ron asked with a dazed expression. "On camera, for prosperity?"

"Dirty little boy," Rayne winked at Ron before turning to Kim. "Did that feel so bad?"

"It was… intense…" Kim swallowed hard to catch her breath.

"Yup. Now, I want you to feed off Ron," Rayne said, and Kim stiffened visibly. "I won't let you drink for more than a minute; then, you can heal his wound. I have Gatorade for Ron to help him replenish his fluids. You have to train yourself to only drink so much that you won't hurt anyone permanently. You can do this." Rayne said, noticing Kim's hesitancy. "I know you can. And I'm right here to help, so don't be afraid."

Kim took a deep breath before nodding. "What do you want me to do?" She breathed, staring intently at her mother.

"OK…" Rayne said, leaning forward. "Start out by kissing his neck. Use your lips and tongue to locate the best entry point of the jugular vein."

Kim nodded and placed her hands on Ron's shoulders for support. "What do you want me to do, Mrs. Dr. P?"

"Sit there and enjoy the ride," Rayne winked before turning her attention to Kim. "Did you find it yet?" She could see Kim bob her head yes. "Are your fangs extended?" Another bob yes. "Ok, now, make a puncture." Rayne pulled out a watch as Kim followed her natural instincts to make small wounds with her fangs and began drawing the blood from her boyfriend's neck. She watched the seconds go while trying to ignore the awkward feeling she got from the noises the two were making.

"Ok, Kim, stop!" Rayne called out after a minute, and Kim pulled away. "Now, heal the wound like I showed you at the hospital," she instructed, and Kim proceeded to lick and kiss the wounds she made, leaving not a drop of blood on her boyfriend's skin.

"Good job. Do you feel a little better?" Rayne asked as Kim reached for the bottle of Gatorade and helped Ron drink. "And don't drink so fast, Ron."

"That… God, that was good…" Kim panted as she watched Ron sip on the Gatorade.

"Oh, yeah…" Ron panted after gulping down the electrolyte-rich drink. "That was definite Booyah material…"

"So, after a break, I think we should try it again. Do it at least a few times before we quit for the day," Rayne said, a small smile playing on her lip when she noticed the way Kim was looking at Ron.

"I think an hour's break would be enough, Mom, maybe an hour and a half..." Kim whispered huskily. "I just want to make sure Ron's feeling ok…"

"I expected as much," Rayne said, pulling a small square packet and tossing it to Kim. "Come and get me when you're sure he's feeling 'ok'," Rayne winked before leaving the room.

To Be Continued…

A/N just want to say sorry for the way too long hiatus. I promise the next chap won't take two years …