Sideos: Wow! Look everyone! An update! Bet you all thought we'd surrendered eh? WELL YOU'RE WRONG! We live on, it's just that we got into a fantastical adventure involving dragons and zombies and pirates and ninjas with a zombie-dragon pirate-ninja as an end of game boss that was really hard to beat…

Sanoon: Sorry for the wait. My bad. Stuff happened. But anyway, the much anticipated fight between Dib and Gaz...isn't happenning. JK. Enjoy dirt-bags.

We own stuff, but not Zim or Dib…damn.

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Gaz marched into the house, throwing down her school bag in fury; Dib had some serious explaining to do.

First, he stood up for himself, which in itself is something unusual, but then he's suddenly smashing heads into lockers and licking up pools of blood. She called his name then stormed into the kitchen.

He would explain, or she would make him explain. She heard him reply, and for some reason she felt a slight chill. There was an oddness to his voice, almost like he was unafraid of her.

She shrugged it off; Dib was always afraid of her when she was in a bad mood. He had all rights to be afraid of her.

She went to get a drink from the fridge, opening it and looking around inside. She pulled out a Poop Cola and shut the door.

"Hi Gaz." Gaz almost jumped…almost. She looked up at Dib, who was leaning on the fridge.

How did he do that without me knowing? She glared at him, deciding to let it slide; there were more pressing matters to attend to. "You need to explain some things. Mainly, what you did at school."

Dib grinned, and Gaz didn't like it. Dib never grinned when she was shouting at him, and he had never even grinned like this before. It was…scary. His whole attitude was out of place. He seemed far more confident then usual, more predatory…perhaps even evil.

"Oh, that," Dib said slowly, "Well, I was just…righting a wrong. Getting some revenge, that kinda cliché."

That was it; this was not an ordinary Dib. Something was up, and Gaz was now determined to find out what.

She slammed her drink down, causing it to fizz slightly. "Alright, Dib, what's going on? You're never like this, ever, so what are you up to?"

Dib put his hands up innocently, "What? Me? Nothing, nothing at all."

Gaz growled; he was laughing at her, actually laughing at her. No one laughed at Gaz and got away with it.

Dib noticed her look, but instead of cowering or attempting to run, he stood his ground. The shock of this showed in Gaz's eyes, and Dib revelled in it; he was getting his own back and it felt good.

She clenched her fist. "If you don't tell me what's going on, I'll-"

"You'll what?" Dibs tone turned harsh and an unfamiliar look entered his eyes. Gaz was caught off guard; this had never happened before. Dib's cocky smile was suddenly replaced by a cruel looking snarl and his eyes narrowed. "I've taken enough shit from you to last me a lifetime, and now, like I said, I'm taking some revenge."

Gaz shifted her weight as she foresaw the impending attack. Outside she remained an angry but ready-to-fight composure, but inside, alarm bells where ringing. Something told her that she might actually lose…

Gaz raised her left arm to block his fist from hitting her face. The blow from his attack actually pushed Gaz back a few feet, but she still stood tall. Her left arm fell limp to her side. It ached and burned, almost as if it was broken. She grunted while he just smiled at her with a sadistic grin. "What's wrong Gaz?" Dib almost laughed. "Am I harder to push around now?"

He quickly jumped forward, kneeing Gaz in the stomach. The girl flew back, landing on the dinner table. How, Gaz thought as she rolled off of the table. How did he get so strong? Dib leapt forward, but Gaz sidestepped his advance, grabbing his arm and spinning him around in a circle, releasing him to flail through the air. But she didn't foresee what would happen next. Dib landed on the fridge, his legs bending to absorb the pressure from the throw. He then launched himself from the wall towards Gaz, causing the fridge to implode from the force of Dib's departure.

She wasn't expecting such a move from her brother. Sure, he was nimble, but never this nimble before. He slammed into Gaz, causing her to fly into the sink; her head slamming against the window, causing the glass to crack. She sat in the sink, moaning at her incredible discomfort and pain. How...? How did he get so strong? So fast? So...

Dib grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up out of the sink. "Remember back when I was four? You threw me into the neighbours yard and their dog attacked me. All you did was laugh!" Gaz didn't respond, only grunted in pain as she grabbed her left arm. With a simple flick of the arm, the super powered boy sent Gaz through the windowsill, crashing on the grass outside.

Dib followed through, landing next to her. He grunted at the sudden strange feeling of discomfort. He glanced up at the sun. Of course…he was part-vampire now. Luckily sunlight wouldn't kill him just yet. He shrugged it off and stared at Gaz as she lay on the grass, still holding her arm. "Remember that time when I was seven? I was being picked on by those bullies, and you helped them by throwing your milk at me!" Again, Gaz didn't respond. Dib kicked her in the side, sending her sliding across the grass by only a foot. "Remember when I was ten? I was trapped in Zim's satellite and you saved me only so you could eat with dad at Bloaty's Pizza Hog?"

This time, Gaz did more than grunt. "D-Dib," she muttered. "You think I'm going to say I'm sorry?" The teen gritted his teeth and moved to kick his sister again, but this time, she caught his leg. Dib looked surprised as Gaz threw him across the yard.

The boy rolled across the ground while she took her time standing up, even stumbling a little. Dib jumped up and charged Gaz again. When he got close, he jumped over her, landing silently behind her before she got a chance to turn around, and kicked her in the back. She flew forward, all feeling being removed from her body. She skidded across the grass, stopping close to the fence, but she was already unconscious; she could only take so much.

With a satisfied smile, the boy strode over to his sister's body. She looked so…peaceful…yet it was easy to tell she was in so much pain. A strange smirk that rarely graced Dib's face did just that. A feeling flew through his body. A strange voice inside him telling him what to do. The voice was unfamiliar, but it spoke with a burning desire. Dib ran a tongue across his teeth, feeling out his new, larger canine's, and the smirk turned into a dangerous grin. The boy kneeled down next to his sister, rolled her over, and bent over her neck. He felt like he had to do this, but he wasn't sure if he was doing this. It's like the voice was doing everything for him. Making him move and act like he wouldn't normally. However, Dib embraced this voice that gave him such strange ideas. He embraced like it was family. A happy family unlike the sister he was currently holding in his arms. His teeth touched her neck. "Dib…" Gaz muttered, causing the boy to stop his actions. "Di…"

"A bit late now to beg for an apology, Gaz," Dib hissed into her ear. "Or perhaps you're begging for your life?"

Gaz's voice was barley a whisper, barely audible. Normal people would never have heard what she said, but Dib was no longer normal and his unnaturally heightened senses picked up on every word.

"It hurts..." she whimpered, a tear escaping her eye and running across her face.

The sentence awoke something in Dib. Or perhaps it didn't, perhaps it just made him feel everything again. He could suddenly feel the ground under him, the weight of his sister in his hands. He could hear the blood pounding his ears, he could feel the flow of supernatural strength his in arms, he could feel the urge to rip through flesh and bone in his fingertips, but out of all these things, he could feel the want of blood on his teeth, lips and inside his very veins.

He had never been so scared in his life.

He gasped, dropping Gaz and scrambling backwards away from her. He was shaking, he felt sick, and his breathing came in shudders. He was scared, not of Gaz, or at himself. No, he was scared of what he was becoming.

He wanted the strength, the power, the immortality and nigh-invulnerability. He wanted the ability to take revenge…but he didn't want to become a monster in the process.

He could never sacrifice his humanity for power.

He slowly placed his trembling hands onto his head and drew his knees up to his chest. He had almost lost it; he had almost killed his sister. He had almost drank her blood, he'd almost given in to the…predator that was now prowling inside him.

The urge to leap forward and plunge his teeth into Gaz's veins was almost overpowering. She was so helpless, so weak. It would take but a second to clear the distance between him and her and for Dib to give in to this need…this blood-hunger.

His toes curled and his fists clenched tightly as he tried to fight it off, to get the idea out of his mind. He needed help, advice…or at least some answers.

It was getting dark; soon it would be night thanks to the quick daylight times of autumn. He knew where he could go. Back into the underground lair of the girl whom he knew had given him these powers.

He climbed to his feet as Gaz began to gain some consciousness back, and before Gaz could fully realise what was going on around her, he ran down the street at an athlete's speed.

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By the time Dib reached the club, it was already dark. A line was forming at the entrance, but Dib couldn't wait in line with the others. He was afraid he would jump on one and tear them apart. He moved around the back, to where things could be quickly unloaded into the club. There he found the back door that he had some memories of walking out of. He could vaguely recall fighting someone, probably the girl, and then it faded to black.

He tried his luck on the door, but as expected, it was locked. Dib was about to consider trying to jump the line and get in that way when an idea hit him. He placed his shoulder against the door and placed his hand back on the doorknob; he violently twisted it and pushed at the door.

It opened with a sharp crack as the lock broke. Dib couldn't help but grin as he slipped in and put the door to.

The club was only just filling up, various Goth kids, metal-heads and punk rockers were finding seats and greeting each other while some could be seen bitching about what people were wearing or gossiping like the preps they were meant to hate.

No one saw Dib as he moved silently through the shadows, himself finding it so much easier to do so then ever before. He could still see everything like it was daylight, and he found it calming, even comfortable to be in the shadows.

He guessed that it was all part of being one of the walking undead bloodsuckers that he was becoming. Still, he could appreciate how amazing it really was; in this state he could probably defeat Zim in seconds.

"Dammit," he whispered to himself as he leaned against a railing overlooking the dance floor, "I shoulda gone to Zim's and beat him up before coming here." He sighed. "Well, I've missed that opportunity, I guess."

Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him…but not like one would usually sense someone behind them. He knew right away how far away they were, that they were female, about his height and even that she had red eyes and black hair. He could also tell that she was a vampire…and a powerful one at that.

Dib turned around quickly to face the girl. She smiled, flashing those sharp canines of hers. "Well, if it isn't Dib? How've you been?"

Dib narrowed his eyes. For a second, he couldn't remember her name, then it rushed back to him like a bullet. "Cassandra! What'd you do to me?"

Dib was silently surprised. While Cassandra was still darkly beautiful, he was no longer infatuated with her like he remembered being.

She walked up beside him and leaned onto the railing in a similar manner, so that they where shoulder-to-shoulder. "Looks like a slow night tonight. Shame."

Dib glared at her, "Answer my question, vampire."

She laughed, looking down. When she stopped, she looked back to Dib, still smiling. "Oh, come on, Dib, like you have the right to be angry at me for giving you the gift."

Dib growled, "I'm turning into a monster! Some blood crazed evil creature! And it's your fault!"

Cassandra looked shocked, hurt even. "What? Are you calling me a monster? I am not a monster, and for the record, it was you who said yes."

Dib blinked, confused. "What?"

Cassandra leaned off the rail so she could fully turn to face him. "You…you don't remember? You don't remember how it happened?"

Dib scowled. "I bet I can piece it together. You seduced me then jumped me and beat me into submission before biting me. But just because you've got a sick sense of humour, or maybe just because you're plain evil, you decided to not drain my blood but leave me to turn into a demon of children's nightmares and cheep horror films."

Cassandra looked quite upset, something he never though a vampire could ever look. She looked down, away from his eyes, and shifted her weight. Dib was shocked; he'd always thought vampires where evil demonic things that killed people and drank blood and stuff like that. He'd never ever considered the fact that they had feelings like, well, humans. He wondered if he'd spent so long chasing Zim that his view of all other supernatural beings had been changed. Because of Zim, all other supernatural creatures were insane, dangerous megalomaniacs, out to annihilate and torture the human race.

He couldn't believe it, but he was starting to regret his outburst.

Cassandra looked back to him, fury on her pale face, but also a tinge of sadness that she couldn't hide. "For your information, Dib," she spat his name at him, "you beat me in the fight; you could have killed me. But I offered you the chance to become a vampire." She paused. "And you said yes."

Dib's stomach sank like a stone, and if it weren't for his already deathly pale skin, he probably would have gone white.

"Yes?" he said weakly.

"Yes," Cassandra growled at him. "You could have walked away, even killed me, but you said yes, and you let me embrace you into our kind."

Dib slowly leaned away from railing and staggered back until he hit a table, he then slid sideways onto a chair. He was shaking slightly as he put his head into his hands. Cassandra looked around and then hurried over to take the seat across from him.

She reached forward to touch his arm. "Hey, are you ok?"

The moment her fingers touched Dib's arm, he jumped back and drew away. He hugged himself tightly, and stared away into space. "I…said yes…I…wanted this?"

He scowled, screwed up his eyes, and turned, glaring hatefully at the vampiress. "YOU! You're lying! I know you are! You did this to me! You EVIL BITCH!"

Cassandra took a deep, shaking breath and calmed herself. "You're panicking now, so I know you don't mean that, but if you listen to me, you'll understand why being one of us isn't so bad. In fact, most of the time, it's rather enjoyable."

Dib said nothing and just shook his head, like he was trying not to listen to her.

Cassandra sighed and took out a cigarette, lighting it and taking in a large toke before blowing it out slowly. "Ok. Look, I know what it's like when you first get sired."

Dib frowned a little, "Sired?"

Cassanrda nodded. "To be made a vampire; we call it being sired." She leaned forward onto the table. "I know how scary it is. You feel like you want to kill every person you look at right?"

Dib nodded slowly, surprised but somehow relieved that someone knew what it felt like.

The vampire smiled slightly. "It's just the bloodthirst; it'll take a week or so, but you'll learn to control it."

There was a moment of silence before Dib slowly said. "I'm so thirsty…but I don't want to drink someone's blood or kill someone."

She shook her head. "You don't have to, you know…."

Dib again frowned in confusion. "What? Why not? We're vampires aren't we?"

"Yes," she took another toke of her cigarette, "and I'm not saying you don't have to drink blood. That's all you'll ever need to live from now on, but you don't have to kill anyone for it."

Dib said nothing, implying that he wanted an answer.

Cassandra smiled, showing those canine teeth. "Ever heard of bloodbanks? I'll give you some packs that I've got in my apartment; that's unless you plan to keep living…wherever you're still living of course."

Dib could only nod slowly.

Cassandra sighed and took another, longer, toke of her cigarette. "Okay, I better lay down the rules, then."

Dib suddenly found himself interested and he let his arms down. "Rules?"

The vampiress nodded and smiled as Dibs panic and fear faded. "Well, you should know most of 'em, of course. You know, no sunlight, stake in the heart, garlic kinda stuff." Cassandra ended with a roll of her wrist.

Dib nodded; he'd seen enough horror films for the basics, but it was still kind of weird to believe that that stuff actually worked.

Cassandra then stubbed out her cigarette. "But you're safe from holy water and crosses; that's myth. So's the whole running water thing. I mean, I took a shower today, and I wasn't reduced to some screaming mess. You can enter houses at whim, salt does nothing, and rose thorns do nothing. Silver bullets do nothing, but get enough normal bullets in you, and you won't get back up. I mean, a shotgun to the face is universal death to anything, really."

Dib's natural curiosity was taking over, and he wanted to know as much as possible. "What about fire? And do you have to sleep in coffins lined with your native soil?"

Cassandra laughed. "Well, being set on fire will kill anything, really, won't it? And yes, you do sleep during the day, but you can get up if you want, you know, for the bathroom and stuff; you just gotta make sure no sunlight falls on you. Oh, and the coffin thing is bullshit; I sleep on a bed."

Dib nodded slowly.

Cassnadra suddenly looked serious. "Ok, this is really important, so listen: If you ever, ever reveal yourself as one of us to the population as a whole, you will be hunted down and killed."

Dib's eyes widened. "By who?"

Cassandra chuckled dryly. "By other vampires, of course. We're a secret people, and we'd like it to stay that way, you know?"

Dib nodded again. Now that he knew some rules, he felt better about his situation, even if he still didn't like it. If he could analyze a situation, then he could figure it out, and then he could work out a plan on how to solve the situation. He thought silently for a moment. "I can't go back to being human, can I?"

The vampire shook her head, "Not unless I die before you bite your first human. After that, it's a permanent deal." She paused. "But even if you could go back…would you?"

Dib huffed. "Of course I would."

She shook her head and smiled again. "Think about this Dib. You now have something you've craved all your life. You have power now, control."

Dib shifted in his seat; he didn't want to admit it, but she was right. She knew this and grinned, continuing to lean towards him, resting an elbow on the table. "You have power beyond any mortal, and speaking of which, you have eternal life. The chance to live forever, Dib! You have the power to take revenge, to show the thing you've known all your life: You are better then the rest of those sheep. You don't need humanity, and humanity doesn't want you. You're now something superior to them, something that will live on long after all your critics have dried to dust. I know it may be hard to accept what you are now, but believe me, the sooner you do, the sooner you'll start to realise it was the best decision you ever made."

Dib sat silently contemplating this. He was no longer human; he was something else, something supernatural. He had become something that he had spent his life hunting and studying and trying to expose. It was almost funny, if it weren't so horrifically ironic.

But…it was true. He was better then most of the people he knew; it may sound rather condescending of him, but it was the truth. People where stupid, foolish morons who where slowly bringing about their own deaths. He had spent so long trying to help them, trying to open their eyes…but he was beginning to think they didn't want their eyes open; that they wanted to live in the dark forever. As they say, ignorance is bliss.

He looked down at his hands. It was so strange; he knew he hardly looked any different, but he had become a totally different species of being overnight. It was like he was looking at himself and yet not seeing himself properly, like some fog on a bathroom mirror after you've taken a shower.

Could he really remain himself and still be a creature that lived in the shadows, feeding on the blood of the living?

Dib closed his eyes. "I…I don't know if I can do this….I can't surrender who I am, my humanity; I just can't do it."

Cassandra leaned back into her chair and shrugged. "Why not? I did. It's not like you stop being you, you'll still be Dib. It's just a new style of life, like a new diet. Once you take your first bite, you'll never go back, and believe me, your first is always the best."

She winked and grinned, but Dib still didn't feel any better about it. Sure, he had power and strength beyond belief, but he still felt…wrong about the whole thing.

Cassandra saw the uncertainty on Dib's face and, after narrowing her eyes slightly in thought, she stood up. Dib watched her as she took his arm, and he frowned in confusion. She smiled, "Come on, get up, I know what'll fix you right up."

Dib complied but was still confused. "What?"

She grinned wolfishly, causing a slight shiver to run up Dib's spine. She looked to the crowded dance floor and back to Dib. "Let's go hunting."

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Like that? Gaz got her FACE handed to her on a PLATE with a side order of PAIN!

Anyways, next chapter should be along a bit faster…or not. We're mean, mean people.

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