Chapter 9
Patterns, Ninjas, and Gill



Smoke on the Water

by

Deep Purple

We all came out to Montreaux,

On the Lake Geneva shoreline,

To make records with a mobile,

We didn’t have a lot of time,

Frank Zappa and the mothers,

Were at the best place around,

‘Till some stupid with a flare gun,

Burned the place to the ground,

Smoke on the water,

A fire in the sky,

Smoke on the water, (burnin’ it down)

They burned down the gambling house,

It died with an awful sound,

Funky Claude was running in and out,

Pulling kids out the ground,

When it all was over,

We had to find another place,

But Swiss time was running out,

Looked like we would lose the race,

Smoke on the water,

A fire in the sky,

Smoke on the water,

We ended up at the Grand Hotel,
It was empty, cold and bare,

With the Rolling truck Stones things outside,

Makin’ our music there,

With a few red lights, and a few old beds,

We made a place to sweat,

No matter what we get from this,

I know we’ll never forget,

Smoke on the water,

A fire in the sky,

Smoke on the water.


  Another two days had gone by since Ron had awakened after bonding with the twelve girls that now occupied his home with him, and with it came some rather interesting, and drastic changes . . . the least of which being the girls’ knack for continually calling Ron “master,” despite his constant objections, and protests to the contrary, the most of it, being the little nuances, and differences in each girl that Ron needed to get used to.

  Marcella, for example, had a habit of constantly being found in the gym of the expansive mansion complex, Monique could more often than not, be found in the chemistry lab that Ron had built for her purposes, but perhaps the one that had the most quirks to her, was Hope, more often than not, she could be found walking the sub levels of the mansion, either in the forensics lab, getting accustomed to the equipment located within, or in the training room, where she always seemed to push herself past her limits, which is where Ron found her when he decided to go for a training session,

“Hope . . . what’s going on?” Ron asked, looking at Hope, leaning heavily against the wall, she was wearing her battle gear, breathing heavily, and sweating profusely,

“Just . . . working out.” she panted, looking at Ron with a smile on her face,

“You exhausted yourself again, didn’t you?” Ron asked, looking at Hope with a slight frown.  She nodded,

“Why do you do that to yourself?” Ron asked,

“I want to be able to protect you, master.” Hope explained, now sliding into a sitting position against the wall, her breathing beginning to settle down, and even out,

“Honey . . . the person you really need to protect, is yourself.” Ron said, sitting down next to her, and placing one of his massive hands on her small shoulder,

“Master . . . I have a question . . . why did you bond with us after what happened?” Hope asked, this question seemed to floor Ron somewhat,

“Honey . . . I bonded with you to keep him from hurting you anymore . . . that . . . and I love you all.” he explained,

“But . . . I’m nothing more than a monster . . . how could you possibly love me?” Hope asked, her head hanging,

“WHAT left field did THAT come out of?” Ron asked, somewhat incensed at the notion that Hope would think of herself as a monster,

“Master, look at me,” Hope replied, her fangs now showing, and her eyes turning red, “ what would you consider me if I’m not a monster?”

“How about a woman that was in the wrong place at the wrong time . . . this isn’t your fault, Hope . . . and no, I don’t consider you a monster, and I never want to hear you call yourself that again.” Ron said, looking at Hope with concerned eyes,

“Master . . . if this never happened, would you have still bonded with us?” Hope asked, echoing Shego’s comments from two days ago,

“Without a second thought, Hope.” Ron said, not hesitating as he did so.  Hope smiled weakly, and proceeded to fall asleep where she sat,

‘I’m starting to sense a pattern here.’ Ron thought to himself, as he picked Hope off the floor of the training room, and carried her to the elevator, and the waiting bedroom on the second floor, once the elevator door opened, he nearly ran headlong into Shego,

“Hope wore herself out again, didn’t she?” Shego asked, spotting the sleeping woman in Ron’s arms,

“Yeah . . . that’s the second time in as many days.” Ron said, as Shego opened the door to the master bedroom, and followed Ron into the room, where he eased Hope into the bed, and covered her body with the sheets,

“What was it this time?” Shego asked,

“Same thing as always, she wanted to protect me.” Ron said, not meeting Shego’s gaze,

“She doesn’t need to push herself so hard.” Shego commented, now looking at Hope’s sleeping form,

“That’s not what floored me, though . . . she called herself a monster.” Ron said,

“WHAT?!” Shego shouted, clearly unprepared for what Ron had said,

“Yeah, I thought the same thing.’ Ron replied, shaking his head,

“She’s not the monster.  It’s Dracula.” Shego commented,

“Yeah . . . listen, I need to go to the conservatory, we’ll talk later, okay.” Ron said, turning, and walking in the opposite direction from where Shego was heading,

‘I only wish there was something I could do for you, master . . . I hate seeing you like this.’ Shego thought to herself, as a single tear slid down her cheek.

  As the morning wore on, Ron began to notice certain changes, and a slight pattern in the girls, most of whom were trying, unsuccessfully, to hide the bite marks on their necks, which were still plainly visible at the base of the neck, on the right side, he asked Kim about it,

“They’re kind of ugly, and to be honest . . . I’m kind of embarrassed by them.” she replied, she had tied a small silk scarf at the base of her neck, in a failed attempt to hide the marks, which were still peeking out just above the scarf.  

  Ron felt his heart break, hearing these words from Kim made him feel as though someone had cut off his legs, and arms, leaving nothing but a defenseless torso, and head.


Later that afternoon:

  Hope had awakened, and changed back into her trademark pink dress, she was wondering the house, looking for Ron, who seemed to be nowhere around, she decided to go to the changing room, and put her battle gear away, upon coming out of it, she heard some sounds coming from the training room, when she walked in, she saw Ron, fighting with reckless abandon,

“Master.” Hope said, hoping that Ron wouldn’t react too fast, it wasn’t to be so,

“Jeeze, Hope . . . are you trying to get hurt?” Ron asked, now lowering The Lotus Blade, which was only a quarter of an inch from Hope’s neck,

“No . . . I was just curious on what was happening in here.” Hope said,

“Just doing some practice . . . needing to let off some steam.” Ron replied, returning to the simulation he was working on,

“It’s about what I said earlier, isn’t it?” Hope asked,

“Computer, end simulation,” Ron said, then, turning to Hope, he said, “that’s part of it.”

“I’m sorry, master . . . I don’t know what came over me.” Hope said,

“Hey, don’t worry about it . . . you said what was on your mind . . . I value that, Hope, you weren’t afraid to say how you felt at the time.” Ron replied,

“There’s more, isn’t there.” Hope said, not taking her eyes off Ron,

“Yeah . . . I’m kind of sensing a pattern, it seems that none of you like the current sitch you’re in.” Ron explained,

“I know I’m not too happy with it . . . but since I’m stuck with it . . . I’ll have to make the best of it.” Hope replied,

“Honey . . . I know that none of you are really happy with how things turned out . . . but there’s really nothing I can do to bring you back to humanity, if I tried, I could kill you all, along with me, and that’s something I just can’t risk at the moment.” Ron said, hanging his head, and looking at the floor,

“Then don’t try it,” Hope said bluntly, “it’s not worth risking your life over.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Ron said, now looking at Hope with a smile on his face, suddenly, Hope got a devilish gleam in her eyes as she walked up to Ron, and entwined her arms around his neck,

“Maybe I can think of something else to keep your mind occupied for the time being.” Hope said, in a smoky voice that sent the hairs on the back of Ron’s neck standing on end,

“Computer, access code 401, lock training room doors.” Ron said, before Hope sealed her mouth over his in a steamy kiss that could’ve fogged up the windows anywhere else,

“Something tells me that you have no idea of putting up a fight.” Hope said, now sliding out of her dress to reveal her body to him.

  At that moment, there was a knock on the training room door, and Brick’s voice could be heard outside,

“Ron . . . if you plan to do that again, you’d better sound proof the room, before Wade sets off the alarm again.” Brick stated, but Ron was too busy to hear what was said.

   It was only the day beforehand, that Ron had locked the training room, and had a rather intense sexual experience with Shego and Bonnie, and Wade, thinking that the mansion was under attack, had set off the intrusion alarm, until it finally came to him that Ron was having a ‘vertical workout’ in the training room, it took nearly all day to remove the weird grin from Ron’s face.

“What’s going on down there, Brick, sounds like someone’s strangling a cat?” Wade said over the intercom,

“Three guesses, buddy.” Brick replied, sniggering slightly,

“Let me guess, one of the girls thought a ‘vertical workout’ was in order.” Wade said,

“Yeah . . . and from the sounds of it, it’s Hope.” Brick replied,

“Well . . . at least it’s not Shego and Bonnie this time.” Wade laughed,

“Yeah . . . if I remember correctly when that happened, Shego telepathically blew out what, three windows out of the garage?” Brick asked,

“Four . . . out of eleven, and it took the rest of the day to get that goofy smile off Ron’s face.” Wade remarked, laughing just as hard as Brick,

“Well . . . I’m having a bit of a problem, Wade, the computer isn’t accepting my access codes, can you reset the system for me?” Brick asked,

“Yeah . . . gimme a minute,” Wade replied, a few seconds later, he finished, “and done, you’re all set, Brick.”

“Computer, code Flagg 3941, access code 401, soundproof training room.” Brick said,
“Access code granted, training room now soundproofed.” came the computer reply,

“I’m coming back up, Wade, it’s still early enough to get some lunch.” Brick commented, walking toward the elevator, still laughing.




Later that evening:

  It was shortly before dinner that Ron finally came up from the training room, having looked completely drained,

“Hope did a number on you, didn’t she, Ron-man.” Brick said, smiling in Ron’s direction, the answer was forthcoming, as Hope appeared at Ron’s arm, with a covered bottle in her hand,

“Yeah, she decided to get some ‘vertical training’ in.” Ron replied, rubbing his shoulders, and trying to shake a cramp out of his right leg,

“And you didn’t exactly put up a fight, you know.” Hope remarked, beaming.

  It was at this time, that a knock came at the front door,

“It never rains, but it pours.” Ron said, shaking his head as he walked to the front door.

  The first thing that struck him as odd about the visitor, was the fact that he was wearing the traditional clothes of the person that normally delivered the blood supplies from the slaughterhouse, but he didn’t look like the normal delivery driver,

“Where’s Max?” Ron asked, looking at the delivery person with a frown, at this time, eight of the twelve girls had formed up near the back of the foyer,

“Called in sick, I’m working in his place.” the man said, in a slightly familiar voice,

“You’re a little late, we got this months supply . . . this morning.” Ron said, comprehension suddenly coming across his face, the driver crossed the threshold of the front door, and it snapped shut immediately,

“Hello, outsider.” Fukushima said, now removing the hat that covered his face,

“Lock this place down, Wade.” Ron shouted, now reaching for The Lotus Blade, and the Orchid Blade, the twin kitana’s he always carried with him, the rest of the female inhabitants suddenly filled the foyer, the ten dhampir in the room let out a loud chorus of hisses at the appearance of one of Dracula’s guardians,

“Blood sucking traitors.” Fukushima said contemptuously,

“Beats being what you are.” Bonnie said, her skin losing most of its color, her fangs bared, and her eyes a deep blood red,

“You’d better start talking, Fukushima, if you value your undead existence.” Ron said, now dropping into a battle stance.

  Hope took a few steps forward, when Kim grabbed her arm,

“Don’t worry about it, Hope, it’s only one of them, master should be able to handle him.” she said, Hope stepped back,

“Foolish girl, do you think I came alone?” Fukushima asked, and before the interior defenses could lock down the mansion, several black clad ninjas burst through the door, and stood behind their master, at the same time, the heavy titanium blast shields clanged shut over the doors, and walls, trapping the enemies within the mansion,

“Not too bad, Fukushima, but now you’re stuck here with us . . . your move.” Ron said, getting an evil smirk on his face.

  The attack happened in seconds, and all it took was for one of the ninjas to just barely twitch, as soon as that happened, Bonnie let out a hair raising shriek, and took off after the nearest one, hitting it with a nicely placed palm strike to the ribs, Ron heard a loud crack, and watched the ninja fall, nursing a couple of broken ribs.

  Within seconds, it was a free-for-all in the foyer of the huge mansion complex, as the twelve girls began fighting off what appeared to be an almost endless supply of ninjas, for the most part, the girls were holding their own quite well, even Tara was keeping the pace with the rest.

  Jessica had a hold of two of the black clad ninjas, and had one in a headlock, while the other was trying to get out of a vicelike grip she had on its throat,

“Let me see your face, and I’ll cure all your ills.” Jessica said, ripping the mask off the one she was throttling, once she did so, she let go of the other, and staggered backwards, it was Ed Stoppable, Ron’s father, whom he thought he had killed only a few weeks before, then, the words came back to him,

‘I still have uses for these two lumps of flesh.’ the words seemed to echo through Ron like a thunderbolt, he turned to look at Fukushima, the rage, and anger becoming more noticeable in his face,

“WHY COULDN’T YOU LET THEM REST IN PEACE?! ” Ron raged, his death gaze fixed onto Fukushima with a look that would make a normal man run for his life,

“All’s fair in war, outsider, and this is a war.” Fukushima said, a sneer in his voice, and a smirk on his face,

“I’m gonna wipe the floor with you, boy.” Ron said, now charging the tormentor of what would most certainly be tonight’s nightmares.

  Ron hit Fukushima with a well-placed side kick, sending him bouncing off the heavy titanium blast door that had clanged shut before the fight started, Fukushima got back up, somewhat dazed.

“Not bad, outsider, but still not good enough.” Fukushima said, as he charged against Ron,

“That was just a warm up.” Ron said, now connecting with a side kick to the gut, causing Fukushima to drop to his knees,

“Want some more?” Ron asked, looking down at the man that he had hated upon first sight.

   Meanwhile, Jessica had unmasked several of the remaining ninjas, and discovered that two of them were Ron’s parents, Ed, and Ellen Stoppable, she stayed clear of them not wanting to be the one responsible for killing her master’s parents, so, Crystal had stepped forward, and took up the fight with them,

“I’m not going to let you torment my master any further.” she said, her anger overriding her senses.

  It was with tears in her eyes, that she drew her blood sword, and on one clean motion, she cut their heads from their bodies,

“Oh, my God.” Bonnie gasped, as she watched the forms of Ron’s parents hit the floor,

“Fight now, cry later.” Kim said over her shoulder to Bonnie, who was rooted to the spot, looking intently at Crystal, who seemed too shocked to move,

“Head in the game, Crystal.” Zita shouted, fighting off four ninjas at once, and holding her ground against them nicely,

“Crystal, get your head in the game . . . NOW!!” Shego screamed, pushing the teenager out of the way, and hitting an oncoming ninja with a plasma blast of such power, that he was reduced to a glowing, greenish colored goo in a matter of seconds.

  This seemed to snap Crystal back to reality, because she began fighting with a fierce abandon that only Jessica seemed to match,

“You want to play rough . . . FINE BY ME!!” Crystal shouted, driving her fist through the closest ninja, using her vampiric strength to her advantage, she seemed to be angered beyond all thought, and was completely lost in her rage.


  Ron, on the other hand, had hit Fukushima so hard, he hit the wall, and several pieces of the drywall, and plaster fell from it, exposing the wall studs behind it,

“If you wish to remain alive, you’d better start talking.” Ron said, staring at Fukushima with a death glare,

“Drop dead, outsider.” Fukushima replied, with a sadistic smile,

“Shego . . . if you please.” Ron commented, as the raven-haired vixen walked up, and stared at Fukushima.

  She placed her fingertips to her temples, and concentrated, when she lowered them, her eyes were glowing green, and she seemed to be in a kind of trance.

“He was operating alone, master.” Shego said, looking at Ron,

“So, Dracula has no idea he’s here?” Ron asked,

“No . . . fang boy has no clue.” Shego said, smiling slightly,

“What happened to Max?” Ron asked,

“He’s dead . . . Fukushima fed on him.” Shego said, looking down at the floor,

“What’s his damage?” Ron asked,

“He was trying to redeem himself in the eyes of his master.” Shego replied,

“Not today . . . ain’t happening.” Ron said, drawing back the twin swords, and slicing off Fukushima’s head with a crossway’s swipe at his neck.

  “Brick, open the windows.” Ron said, looking at Brick, no expression on his face.

  Brick nodded, as Ron’s body began to glow a bluish white, and Fukushima’s body fell into dust onto the floor,

“Grab onto something, ladies, the wind is about to kick up in here.” Ron said, still showing no emotion, all of the girls quickly grabbed onto the banister and held on for dear life,

“Windows and rood are open, buddy, go for it.” Brick said, Ron nodded, and the wind kicked up quickly, scattering Fukushima’s ashes out of the many windows and doors that dotted the first floor, Ron then turned, and walked out of the room, not speaking a word,

“Master.” Bonnie said, watching Ron walk away, Kim placed a hand on her shoulder, and shook her head,

“Let him go, Bonnie . . . he needs some time alone.” Kim said, looking at the floor,

“What’s wrong with him?” Marcella asked, Kim looked at the floor, and the remains of Ron’s parents,

“That’s the second time he’s had to either kill, or watch his parents be killed.” Kim said,

“Why couldn’t that fang faced butthead leave masters’ parents out of it . . . why did he force master to do that again?” Crystal said, the tears flowing down her face freely,

“They were looking for a way to hurt Ron, break his spirit.” Brick said, shaking his head,

“Dracula thought that if he could break Ron’s spirit, he could easily get a win, and kill him.” Barkin finished, still looking at the staircase, where only a few seconds before, Ron walked up, and disappeared.




The next morning:

  Ron woke up before any of the girls that shared his bed, walked downstairs, and poured a large cup of coffee, he was sipping on it when Wade appeared,

“You okay, Ron?” Wade asked, still remembering the events from the night before,

“I’m fine, Wade.” Ron said, somewhat hollowly,

“No, you’re not . . . you’re getting stir crazy . . . you need to get out of this mansion, and do something.” Wade said,

“Like what?” Ron said, slamming his cup down on the table, and cracking it down the side,

“Why not take the girls, and go on a shopping trip . . . that ought to ease your feelings a bit.” Wade replied, still not meeting Ron’s eyes,

“Now THAT sounds like a good idea.” Ron said, nodding,

“Good thing too, the girls are getting a little restless.” Wade said, smiling.

  Ron had just finished his coffee when the girls came down the stairs, once again clad in the wispy black lace robes that they somehow procured, and sat down at the table, all looking consolingly at Ron, who suddenly got an idea,

“Ladies, I got an idea.” Ron said, the girls all perked up, and looked at Ron intently,

“What’s up?” Shego asked,

“All of you go up, get dressed, and meet me in the garage, I’m making some plans to go into town, and you’re all invited to come along.” Ron said, smiling, the girls all shrieked, and headed upstairs,

“Do you have any idea what you just got yourself into?” Brick asked,

“Oh, yeah . . . I’m ready for it.” Ron said, smiling, pulling out a small envelope,

“What’s in there?” Wade asked,

“Something for the girls.” Ron said, still smiling when the girls had arrived back in the kitchen,

“What’s for us?” Kim asked,

“These.” Ron said, pulling twelve credit cards out of the envelope, and handing them to the girl they belonged to, as he did so, each girl looked up at Ron, and smiled,

“There’s a ten thousand dollar limit on them, so don’t spend it all in one place.” Ron said, smiling,

“No plans on it.” Tara said, placing the card into her purse, and smiling up at Ron,

“Definitely not.” Shego said, following Tara’s lead, and placing hers into a wallet in her purse,

“Alright, there’s a couple of vans in the garage, and Brick has finished tuning them up, so, we’re good to go.” Ron said, smiling.





At Middleton Mall:

  Ron led the girls up to the front doors of Club Banana, they were all  smiling, and looking at a sign that Ron couldn’t read,

“Okay, ladies . . . here you go . . . we’re all here, and ready to go.” Ron said, smiling,

“Thank you, master.” Hope said, wearing an ‘I know something you don’t’ look, once the girls stepped aside, Ron looked up, there was a sign hanging over the door, that read:

On sale at Club Banana now:

Victoria’s Secret


“Dude . . . you sooo messed up.” Brick said, smirking,

Ron grimaced, “Ya think?”

“Maybe.” Brick said,

“Well . . . we need provisions, bud, the girls might not need food, but us normal people do.” Ron said, smiling slightly,

“Right.” Brick said, following Ron to the grocery store that was attached to the mall.



Inside Club Banana:



  The girls gathered around several racks of skimpy lingerie that hung along one wall, Jessica caught hold of a frilly pair of blue panties, that left very little to the imagination, and said,

“I think master might like me in this.”

“Oh . . . I’m almost positive he’ll like you in that, Jessica.” Hope commented, a wicked smile playing across her face,

“How do you know that?” Crystal asked, now turning to look at Hope,

“Let’s just say that master and I had a nice little workout last night.” Hope said, that devilish grin still on her face,

“You didn’t!” Zita said, now looking at Hope with a smile on her face, Zita knew what Ron was like during something like that, as did Shego, Bonnie, and Kim for that matter, who had Ron before all but one of the girls,

“Yes I did.” Hope said, dropping the subject at that,

“I had him before you did.” Bonnie and Shego chimed in unison,

“I had him long before any of this started.” Kim said eluding to their first time together, about a month and a half after they had started dating,

“I got him first, though, Kim.” Zita reminded her, smiling,

“Thanks for reminding me, Captain Obvious.” Kim said, looking at Zita with a slight smile on her face,

“I aim to please.” Zita replied, a huge smile on her face.

  It was at this time, that Shego walked out of the dressing room she had disappeared into, smiling widely,

“How do I look?” she asked, turning on the spot, the girls all looked at Shego, and smiled,

“You’re gonna blow off his shoes with that outfit, Shego.” Marcella commented.

  Shego was dressed in an emerald green dress that had a plunging neckline that ran to her navel, the dress was slit on both sides, up to her waist, showing off her long, shapely legs, and it was backless, the only thing holding the neckline in place was a simple silk lace closure that was tied in a crisscross pattern across her bosom, ending at a bow just above her brestline, showing an ample amount of cleavage, on her feet, were matching thigh length heeled boots, in the same emerald green color, she was also wearing emerald green elbow length gloves,

“I aim to please.” Shego replied, smiling widely.

  By the time the girls were finished shopping, Shego walked out with the most bags, having bought an almost entirely new wardrobe, mostly every day wear, but it was still enough to be appealing to the eye whenever she were to wear them,

“Kim . . . come over here.” came Monique’s voice from behind a display, showing off bottle after bottle of expensive perfume,

“Sure thing, Monique.” Kim said, separating herself from the rest of the girls, and walking over to where Monique stood.



Meanwhile at the grocery store:


  Brick and Ron walked into the grocery store, and consulted a small list that Ron had brought with him, Ron walked up to certain racks, and began pulling stuff off the shelves, then, they turned, and found themselves at the fresh fruits and vegetables area of the store,

“Brick, I need you to go and grab me a ten-pound bag of potatoes.” Ron said, looking at Brick, who nodded,

“We ought to pick up some more of this while we’re at it, so Wade can cook it down, and make some juice from it.” Brick said, pointing to a bin of garlic cloves,

“Yeah, we already used up all our stores of it.” Ron replied, grabbing a bag, and measuring out five pounds of garlic, that’s when a horrible smell hit his nose,

“So . . . I never thought you’d show your face around me again for a while, didn’t take long, did it?” Ron said, turning on the spot, and staring at the face of Dracula,

“I am not here to fight, Mr. Stoppable.” Dracula replied, looking at Ron’s face, and smiling slightly,

“Oh, really, then why are you here?” Ron asked,

“I’m here to tell you to give up on trying to stop me.  I will have my bride.” Dracula replied,

“Over my dead body, fang-face.” Ron replied, his voice holding a deadly edge,

“You are fighting a losing battle, Stoppable . . . I haven’t even used my full power against you yet.” Dracula said,

“Neither have I.” Ron replied, smiling a deadly smile,

“Foolish boy . . . you will die, and for what?” Dracula said,

“If it’s to stop you . . . then I’ll die happy.” Ron replied, still smiling,

“Then when next we meet . . . only one of us will walk away.” Dracula said, vanishing on the spot,

“Whatever.” Ron said, shaking off Dracula’s last remark,

  At that time, Brick came around the corner, with a ten pound bag of potatoes in his hands,

“What’s up, Ron . . . you look like you saw a ghost?” Brick said, looking at Ron, who was still at the ready,

“I just got a visit from a certain fanged menace.” Ron said, frowning,

“Dracula, here . . . but it’s the middle of the day.” Brick said, still thinking of the old novel that was written by Bram Stoker many years before,

“He can walk around in the daytime.” Ron said,

“I always thought that vampires couldn’t walk around in the day.” Brick said,

“Not the case, that was fiction, Brick . . . fiction.” Ron replied, putting a heavy emphasis on the last word,

“Okay, okay, I get the point.” Brick said, as they paid for their groceries, and began heading for the door, but Ron stopped dead in his tracks, Kim’s voice had cut through his mind like a sharp knife,

“MASTER . . . HELP ME!!”

“Brick . . . KP’s in trouble . . . step on it.” Ron said, taking off in a dead run,

“Uh-oh . . . this is not good.” Brick replied, following Ron’s lead.


At Club Banana:


  Ron reached Club Banana, and looked around, there were only ten of the girls outside, Kim and Monique weren’t with them,

“Where’s Kim and Monique?” Ron asked, looking at the girls assembled,

“Somewhere in the store, master,” Marcella replied, “she and Monique saw some perfume setups in the back of the store.”

“Stay here with the ladies, Brick . . . I got to get in there, and find out what the hell’s going on.” Ron said dashing into the room, and straight to the back of the store, at the same time, Brick pulled out a set of matching, nickel plated, pearl handled Colt M-1911A1 .45 caliber pistols, and pulled back the hammers on both weapons.

Ron got to the back of the store rather quickly, looking around very carefully, he saw Kim and Monique, Kim was laying on the floor, and Monique was struggling to pull her out of some green muck,

“HE’S AFTER ME, MASTER!!”   Kim said, pointing over Ron’s shoulder, who didn’t turn around, he realized who it was,

“Hey, Gill . . . decided to bring your grudge out into the open, I see?” Ron said, turning slowly on the spot, and coming face-to-face with the fish-like abomination that was Gill,

“Hello, squeeb . . . actually, I’m here to take the cheerleader, and bring her to Dracula . . . he’s kinda paid me well for the trouble.” Gill said, smiling evilly,

“Doubt it . . . not now . . . not ever, fish face.” Ron said, drawing both swords, and dropping into a battle stance,

“You want to fight me.  You have really got to be desperate, squeeb.” Gill said, laughing slightly,

“Just bring it, shall we?” Ron said, smiling sheepishly,

“Fine by me.” Gill said, shooting muck blasts from his hands, Ron simply knocked them away from him, and they splattered on the walls,

“You’re good, squeeb.” Gill said, still smirking slightly,

“You’ll find I’m full of surprises.” Ron said, now charging at the amphibian monster, who stood, shocked on the spot.

  Ron made a swipe at Gill’s chest, but instead of cutting through the flesh on the monster’s chest, he simply cut off the claws on the monster’s hands.  The fins on Gill’s arms turned into long blades, and he began slashing at Ron, and struck gold when he hit, cutting Ron across the chest deeply,

“That stung.” Ron said, shaking his head, and healing the cut across his chest, but it didn’t heal completely,

“Poison tipped blades.” Gill said, smiling widely, showing several dagger-like teeth, Ron swayed slightly, and fell to one knee.

“Good hit, Gill.” Ron said his vision becoming a little fuzzy, his body fighting to rid itself of the poison that had invaded it.

“Master . . . FLOOR!!” came a voice from the door, Ron turned, and saw Shego, her hands encased in the familiar green plasma that Ron knew all too well.

  Ron dropped, and laid himself flat on the floor, just as Shego let go with a powerful plasma blast that seemed to unbalance her, the blast found its mark, hitting Gill directly in the chest.

  The amphibian monster burst into green flames, shrieking, and shouting with pain,

“Hey, Gill . . . you’re fired.” Ron said, now sending his own power blast at Gill, who exploded as the blast made contact with his body,

“Master, are you okay?” Monique asked, now kneeling at Ron’s side,

“Poison.” Ron said, now holding onto his chest,

“Oh, God . . . this is NOT good.” Monique said, now looking at Ron’s chest, goose bumps erupting up her arms, and down the back of her neck,

“Oh, God.” Tara remarked, now reaching Ron’s side,

“He’s been poisoned.” Monique commented, looking at Tara, who was now pulling out a small medical bag, and taking out a portable kind of machine,

“Cyanide, there wasn’t enough to kill him right away, but there’s enough to make him sick for a while.” Tara said, now taking a small bit of blood from Ron’s open wound, and checking it,

“No reaction to the antidote, I should get it into him quick.” Tara said, now pulling out a syringe, removing the cap, exposing the sharp needle at the end, pushing the needle into his arm, and pushing down on the plunger, the antidote was injected into his body completely,

“It’ll be a few minutes before it takes effect, we need to get him back to the mansion, so he can rest for the time being.” Tara said, grabbing onto an arm, as Monique finally broke Kim’s bonds,

“This stuff was strong enough to keep a vampire immobile, thank God that fish-faced thing is gone.” Monique said, Tara nodded, pulled Ron to his feet, and took off for the entrance.



Later that night:

  Ron had awakened in the early evening, and left the house, without so much as a word, he was now at the cemetery, looking around it, he saw his old family mausoleum, he walked up to it, and looked around, there was a small pond just behind it.  The tomb was made of granite, and appeared as though it was built right into the hillside that it stood in front of,

“How did you get in here, Dracula . . . how did you find my family tomb?” Ron said, looking around, he knew that Dracula was nearby, he could feel it, he had also seen several dark silhouettes go into the tomb, and not come out, this struck Ron as curious, he figured that Dracula was using this as a possible transport site to wherever he was hiding at the moment, so, he decided that he would never use this area as an entrance to where he needed to go again.

“Kiss this one goodbye, fang boy.” Ron said, his body lighting up with a bright, bluish-white glow, a few seconds later, the mausoleum exploded, sending pieces of it all over the place, the smoke was so thick in the air, it looked like an eerie fog over the waters of the pond, pleased, Ron teleported out of sight, and left the burning wreck of the mausoleum, his family’s traditional burial place, ablaze, turning the area from night, into day.






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