Finally finished. Yet another fic, I really should finish the fanfiction
I've already started, but none of them have been abandoned yet (I might
abandon '8p' though ^_^; Lack of ideas.
Anyways, have fun! Ranma/some-kind-of-vampires cross
Note:
Chronologically, the story starts a bit after the Herb Arc.
Many different authors give many different atrributes to a vampire, and this is my sort of a vampire. Traits/Weaknesses/Advantages will be written out probably at the end of Part 2 as an endnote.
Ranma has never met his mother.
The first few paragraphs are in first-person POV but the story itself is in 3rd-person POV.
Enjoy ^^
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I found the perfect prey today. Quick, strong, crude and ill mannered, being bred for a warrior's life, he is powerful—for a human child. I vowed to hunt him down, let him grow stronger, train him myself; my pet if you will, to make him one of my own. I had to set things up, so that I could take a part of his life and make him stronger without arousing suspicions. I also had to be careful not to kill him either.
Fortuantely, that fool of a man taking care of him is easy to manipulate. A dropped training manual here, a fleeting conversation there. Everything went as I planned.
. . .
Jusenkyo was not my idea, but how perfect it is that one to add to my coven also has become a beautiful young girl. He will now be even more of an asset once I have acquired him and he has control of his curse. As for my own curse, it is a perfect excuse to stay in his life once he reaches Japan again.
. . .
The boy is growing stronger. I can hardly believe his speed and power at his age and with the limited body of a human. It is almost time, time to *make* him. And both he and she will be mine, as one. I will proceed in a week.
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Midnight Eternal Part 1
Ranma/Vampire
By eyk003
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The streets were dark, as Ranma Saotome made his way home. He sneezed and then cursed. It was a cold night, and he really didn't feel like being outside but the stupid tomboy had hit him harder than usual and he had gotten lost. Stupid tomboy! He thought they were truly getting along better after she had h-hugged him when he came back home unnoticed and was discovered by Akane. Was he truly to blame for not wanting to eat the sticky remains of a nefarious poison stuck to the side of the skillet? Besides, it really *was* an unsalvageable glop that bacteria wouldn't be able to live on, so he didn't do anything wrong, unless telling the truth was a bad thing. As far as Ranma knew, honesty was a good thing. A chil suddenly ran down Ranma's spine and he instantly jumped into action, springing down from the fence he was walking on to land lightly on the ground.
"Who's there?" Ranma said, daring the stalker to come out. It was a little troubling that he couldn't sense exactly where the stalker was, but Ranma ignored the small corner of his mind telling him to run for it and took a defensive stance that left no openings. He was surprised to hear slow deliberate footsteps and a familiar voice speak out from behind him.
"Well, well, Ranma. You've become skilled enough to sense my appraoch." Ryouga. But the tone of voice was definitely different. Cold, colder than anything Nabiki could ever pull off. Condescending, each word slow and deliberate like the footsteps he had heard acompanying Ryouga's voice.
"Ryouga? What the hell are ya babblin' about? I've always been able to sense you!" Ranma could feel the power rolling off Ryouga, a frightening aura of dark power. Yet it was coming off in such a way that the pig- tailed martial artist felt that the fanged boy was merely showing him the surface of his powers. Had he learned another new technique that messed up his already screwed up mind?
Ryouga seemingly paid no attention to Ranma's question as he took a step, and another, and another, slowly making his way towards the pig-tailed martial artist with an amsued smile on his face. For some reason, his fangs seemed more prominent and his skin seemed paler in the moonlight. He opened his mouth, and said one word, "Come." Ranma found himself fighting his own body as his right foot took a step, followed by his left, his body trembling with the effort he was putting on to stop his body's unwilling movements.
"What the hell?!" Ryouga smiled at Ranma's outburst, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. It was finally time. More than five years of careful planning. "Ryouga, what the hell is this?!" Ah, the final cries of a wild free will. Ryouga bared his fangs and opened his mouth wide. The pig- tailed martial artist saw with horror that Ryouga was going to. . . bite him.
"Good bye, Ranma Saotome." The bandana-clad boy's voice seemed to ring out in the empty streets as his sharp fangs sunk into Ranma's flesh, drawing out blood. Ranma's eyes widened as he felt himself losing his strength, and consciousness.
For a few precious seconds, he was aware of nothing. Nothing but the black void of nothing, until his senses exploded into a chaotic violent red-pink, shimmering with light, a thousand times brighter than the sun, yet not impeding one's vision. Then, he saw, felt, heard, tasted, and the pain went beyond his senses. There was a part of the violent visage, this torturing image of his own soul, that offered refuge. But a refuge with a high price. Did he really want that the refuge offered, what it took?
The pain intensified, something Ranma thought impossible. He knew, the pain would be over if he beared it for long enough. But there was an eaier way out. Take me, it told him. Take me and gain more than you thought possible.
The only price is your soul.
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Ryouga smiled. The death of a soul always gave him that nice, tingly feeling, especially when he did the killing. Now the exchange of the blood pact; Ranma, with a groan, bit down hard and clamped his still human mouth on the side of Ryouga's neck, drawing blood. Ryouga did not do as much as flinch as a chunk of flesh came off and Ranma followed a newfound instinct and need, noisily gulping the blood.
Ryouga brought his hands up and put them on the pig-tailed boy's chest, and shoved. Ranma flew back into a wall, making contact with a loud crack and leaving a crater behind. On his mouth, a smudge of red was apparent. And a smile. Ranma picked himself up slowly, staggering a bit as he shook his head.
"So you have chosen eternity against death, Ranma. You don't disappoint me, servant." Ryouga said, his voice still carrying a tone of condesending aloofness. Ranma looked up, still hunched over, trying to adjust his balance. He saw clearly in the darkness of the night, lit only by a full moon. He felt no discomfort, dressed in a light silk shirt and a pair of loose black kung-fu pants. Ranma felt no pain from what should have been a painful crash to the wall. But the clarity of his senses were nothing compared to the state of his mind. Everything was crystal clear. He knew what he had to do and what he wanted to do. For what was the difference between the two? No restraints, no doubts, no regrets.
"What have you done to me, Ryouga?" Asked Ranma, his voice still a bit shaky.
"I've made you into one of my own kind, killed you and then turned you over to the side of night. A vampire. Immortal, powerful, quick, we sleep during the day, to rule over the night." Ryouga said, remembering the speech given to him hundreds of years ago when he himself had been turned, and asked the exact same question.
A vampire. So that was it. He had read the book 'Dracula' (an extremely abridged version, but still a surprising fact for those who know him) and watched several gaijin movies with vampires in it with Akane, but they didn't seem all that interesting to him at the time. Well, now he was one himself. Yet he felt that it was nothing bad, nothing to be sad about. In fact, he rejoiced in his new senses, and his clarity of mind. Ranma suddenly threw his head back and roared, a loud, inhuman roar that could not hav been made, even with an animal's throat. He was suddenly cut off and choked as Ryouga ran forward and clasped his hand against Ranma's throat, and then threw him down to the ground with breathtaking speed.
"Fool! Do you mean to alert every semi-sensitive being in this country to a vampire's prescence? Now, stay quiet and follow me, servant." Ryouga turned around, not a single doubt in his mind that Ranma would follow his order. When Ranma's cold voice answered him instead of the dutiful shuffling of clothing as he obeyed Ryouga's command, to say he was surprised was an understatement.
"Servant? Where did you get that idea, pig-boy?" Said Ranma, now standing up fully. Ryouga's eyes widened slightly, as he answered.
"You shall address me as Master, servant, because of the simple fact that I am your master," Ryouga's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I *made* you, turned you into what you are. I'm always aware of your location, your emotions, your physical condition. You're now a property; My property."
Ranma took a few seconds to fully take in what Ryouga had said, before beginning to chuckle. Ranma closed his eyes and the chuckle turned into a full blown laughter, a cold harsh sound that grated against Ryouga's nerves. The newly turned vampire opened his eyes and gazed deep into his 'master's' eyes.
"I ain't no one's property, P-chan." Ranma sprang into action then, with speed that surpassed any of his earlier performances, and Ryouga felt a burning pain right below his ribs. He acted on instinct, and grabbed Ranma's wrist, stopping the pig-tailed vampire's knife-hand strike from completely piercing his heart. Still, it had nicked the vital muscle, and warm blood oozed down Ranma's arm. The newly turned vampire smiled, showing off his newly gained fangs. "I am Ranma Saotome. I have no master."
Ranma thrust his knife-hand arm completely forward, throwing Ryouga a few meters back where he landed, staggerring, on his feet. He brought his hand up, his fingers still outstretched, and licked the warm blood off his hand. Ryouga let off a low growl and his eyes seemed almost to glow, and a dark, gloomy red aura wrapped tightly around the vampire's body. Ranma's eyes narrowed. Ryouga's aura was powerful, frighteningly so. The bandana-clad vampire rushed forward with enough speed to blur, even from Ranma's enhanced and trained eye and Ranma found himself fratically dodging blows from all around him. Ryouga smiled amidst the assault and taunted.
"You're weak Ranma! A newly turned vampire cannot hope to defeat me, a vampire who has lived for more than four hundred years!" Ryouga managed to get a single punch through Ranma's defenses, and it was enough. Ranma flew back and hit his back against another wall, and slumped down. Ryouga snorted and began to walk toward Ranma's prone figure. The wound on his chest was already healed, not even leaving a scar. Suddenly, Ryouga stopped. Ranma opened his eyes, and looked up from his position against the wall. His eyes, usually an icy-cold blue, was now colored red. Ranma let out another inhuman roar in challenge to Ryouga's assault.
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The woman woke up with a startled gasp, covered in sweat. Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, her hair a mess. The feeling just now. . . it couldn't be could it? She had not felt such auras since her teenage days. The feeling wasn't there anymore. Could it have been a fluke?
The woman gasped again as the dreaded feeling washed over her body again. She had been dormant, save for training her successor, but her abilities had not decreased since the days long past. She was sure of it. The presence of a vampire. No. . .
There was more than one.
With a hurried step, the woman got off her bed, and dressed herself up in a formal kimono as fast as she could. Afterwards, she styled her hair into a bun and walked out to the small vault in the living room. She turned open the combination safe carefully, with reverence. Muttering an incantation softly under her breath, she undid the powerful spell-ward guarding the precious property within. She grabbed the item inside with respectful caution, and then undid the strings holding the cloth cover over it. The large cloth wrapped around the object dropped and revealed a finely made japanese sword; a katana. It fairly radiated power., and when the woman pulled the sword out of its sheath a few inches, the revealed steel glowed an eerie blue.
It was time to go to work again
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In the midst of the furious fight between two vampires, Ryouga felt a chill go down his spine and the hair on the back of his neck rise up. With a growl, the four-hundred-years old vampire turned around to look in a certain direction with glowing eyes. The distraction was enough for a badly hurt Ranma to land a solid hit on Ryouga. The bandana-clad vampire crashed through a large window and to a row of computers in an unfortuante office room. By the time Ryouga got out of the tangled mess, Ranma was far away. Cursing, Ryouga was about to give chase when the sun rose, its beams striking Ryouga's skin. Ryouga cursed again. During the daylight, it would be much harder to track down Ranma, even though Ryouga could sense his location, for the sunlight robbed a vampire of his powers.
Ryouga dusted off his cloths and readjusted his bandana, before walking away from the scene. After a few stumbling steps, he almost collapsed. The four-hundred-years old vampire cursed again. Being exposed to sunlight robbed him of his regenerative powers and the wound to his heart had not completely healed yet. He fought unconsciousness. Waking up in a coffin in a totally different city or even a different island was not fun. Digging yourself out of a grave at night wasn't very fun either; Ryouga had to do both several times throughout his undead life.
"Ryouga?" Oh, perfect. That wench could take him someplace to rest. "Ryouga! Are you alright?! W. . . what happened?" Ryouga gave an especially pathetic groan before answering.
"It was. . .R-Ranma. . ." Akane Tendo's visage darkened as she felt the familiar feeling of righteous anger.
"Ranma! That jerk, why does he keep picking on you?! Don't worry Ryouga, if I ever see him again, I'm going to have to teach him not to pick on you again!" Ryouga rolled his eyes. The bitch did get a bit tedious sometimes. He'd have to turn her soon, and the rest of the nutcases of Nerima. Ryouga groaned once more for effect before continuing.
"N. . .Need rest." Akane's eyes turned sparkly as she helped Ryouga standup, and supported his weight with her shoulders.
"I'll help you Ryouga." Ah, that wench had her uses for a human, he had to admit. "I'll even make some breakfast for you! That'll make you feel all better!"
. . .
The bitch dies, thought Ryouga before he blacked out.
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Humans. They are weak, pitiful, the only solace they have the warm light of the sun. Yet the light still fades and they become scared, lighting the beautiful dark night with the unholy glow of the infernal electricity. Not a few hours ago he had been one of them, but no longer. He realized now, he was destined for a destiny greater than a mere human could achieve. He was, after all, the best. Human, or vampire, or god, it didn't matter. The best, was all he was.
To his delight, Ranma found that sunlight didn't instantly turn him to dust, nor caused him to melt. He merely lost the heightened senses, speed, and power of a vampire in daylight.
Yet still, it was strange. Ryouga had claimed to being four hundred; certainly he wasn't stupid if he could fool people like Cologne and Happosai. And Ranma knew in his heart that what Ryouga said was true. His will and life should have been bound to the being who turned him into a vampire. But he wasn't. Being able to see the flows of mana helped confirme his suspicioun, even if he was still inexperienced with his second sight.
There definitely was a bond with Ryouga, though it was so weak he almost missed it. Ranma saw that he wasn't the only one Ryouga had bound to his will, yet those bonds were much stronger; so much stronger than his to Ryouga that it almost caused him to overlook his bond. There was another unknown.
When Ranma was 'turned', he felt that some restraint had been lifted from him. He felt that his senses didn't increase, but merely turned back to their normal range. His form felt natural, as if he was born a vampire. But since he hadn't talk to anyone else who had been 'turned', he supposed that perhaps this was how all vampires felt when they first became blood- suckers. Lost in his thought, Ranma bumped into something, causing that something to yelp in surprise and fall to the ground. Ranma, for his part, merely stopped his walking to see a young girl a year or so younger than him in a blue sundress picking herself up from the ground. Her sundress revealed a healthy part of her cleavage, but all Ranma could really see was her neck. Pulsing with blood. Her long light brown hair was pulled back behind her shoulders, revealing fully the left side of her neck. His eyes almost glinted and Ranma was close to rushing the girl into a dark alley to feed, but the sunlight had dampened his cravings some. Ranma merely shook his head and began walking away.
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Sakura picked herself up from the ground, muttering soft curses. The jerk didn't even help her up or even say sorry! She looked up at the boy to catch one last glimpse of his eyes gazing at her before abruptly shaking his head and walking off. He was quite handsome, tall, well built, even with those cuts and bruises on his face. His eye was a dreamy stormy blue, and they looked down at her as if he was really looking down on her.
But these weren't what caused Sakura to freeze. Nor was it his state of clothing, parts of his shirt ripped and shredded, and if one looked close enough at the red silk shirt, stained with blood. For all she knew he could've had had a nasty fall and had a nose bleed.
It was that unmistakable chill, running down her spine, and his eyes which, for a moment, gleamed hungrily at her. The unmistaken aura that she had been trained to watch for since the beginnings of puberty, that had flared up for the fraction of a second, but might as well as have been an eternity. Sakura gathered herself and broke into a run, away, away from the boy that had passed her.
She had to go to her sensei's house, and seek her instruction. Sakura ran as fast as she could, her trained body not feeling much fatigue at all after having sprinted across several blocks non-stop. Finally stopping in front of the gates leading to an old-fashioned house of moderate size, Sakura took a deep breath and knocked on the gate loudly. She fidgeted for a few seconds as she waited for her sensei to open the gates and let her in. Finally, the blue-gray wooden gates opened to reveal a middle-aged woman, her hair tied in a bun, wearing a flawlesly formal kimono.
"Sakura-chan, what a pleasant surprise." Her sensei's tone indicated that it was neither a surprise nor a particularly pleasant one. Sakura gulped. If her sensei was this grave, skipping formalities such as inviting her in for tea and making small talk, and most of all is her sensei expected her here, that meant that thigns were much worse than she thought it was. "Come in, Sakura-chan."
"Hai, Saotome-sensei." Said Sakura as she was ushered inside the Saotome Residence.
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"Come in!" Doctor Tofu slowly put down the medical magazine he was reading on his desk and pushed his chair back, giving himself space to stand up. He took a few steps but stopped when a chill ran down his spine. He ignored the feeling when he saw a familiar figure enter. "Oh, hello Ranma. My, cuts and bruises already? It's not even noon yet!" said the doctor with a chuckle.
"Hello Doctor Tofu," Something about Ranma's voice seemed different, but Tofu lightly shook his head. It was typical for Ranma to drop by suddenly with various injuries, even this early in the morning. "Ryouga. He got me pretty good this time, but I showed him." He lied. Ranma went to 'his spot' in the clinic and sat down.
"So what have you got today, Ranma?" Ranma had gotten pretty good at identifying specific injuries throughout his history of numerous fights.
"A few hairline fractures and I think my right arm has several compound fractures." His right arm was actually shattered completely by Ryouga, but had healed itself somewhat before the sunrose, robbing him of his vampiric regenerative abilities. Tofu eye brows rose a bit.
"My, Ryouga did get you good this time. However did he manage to get in a hit on you Ranma?" Tofu asked as he began working on applying some ointments and herbs on the bruises and patchign up cuts. Given that he would heal everything the moment the sun set at night, he needed to keep up appearances until he got rid of Ryouga. Afterwards. . .
Unfortuantely, Tofu failed to notice the strange smile on Ranma's face.
Ranma left the clinic shortly after with most of his woudns patched up, and a white t-shirt he borrowed from Tofu. The warm wind played with his hair, causing his bangs to flair side to side and up. His face resumed his cold, distant look now that there was no one to see him. A fleeting smile played about his face.
While he was being treated, he had been practicing his view of the magical bonds holding him and a few others to Ryouga. He had finally seen enough to trace one of them. Ryouga had been genuinely surprised when he had not followed his every command, and these bonds were made long before last night.
Ranma's smile widened and he bared his fangs. In sunlight, one did not have the enhanced power and speed of a vampire. An ally of my enemy. . .
A few minutes later, Ranma stopped infront of a familiar building. Nekohanten.
-=End Part 1=-
Anyways, have fun! Ranma/some-kind-of-vampires cross
Note:
Chronologically, the story starts a bit after the Herb Arc.
Many different authors give many different atrributes to a vampire, and this is my sort of a vampire. Traits/Weaknesses/Advantages will be written out probably at the end of Part 2 as an endnote.
Ranma has never met his mother.
The first few paragraphs are in first-person POV but the story itself is in 3rd-person POV.
Enjoy ^^
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I found the perfect prey today. Quick, strong, crude and ill mannered, being bred for a warrior's life, he is powerful—for a human child. I vowed to hunt him down, let him grow stronger, train him myself; my pet if you will, to make him one of my own. I had to set things up, so that I could take a part of his life and make him stronger without arousing suspicions. I also had to be careful not to kill him either.
Fortuantely, that fool of a man taking care of him is easy to manipulate. A dropped training manual here, a fleeting conversation there. Everything went as I planned.
. . .
Jusenkyo was not my idea, but how perfect it is that one to add to my coven also has become a beautiful young girl. He will now be even more of an asset once I have acquired him and he has control of his curse. As for my own curse, it is a perfect excuse to stay in his life once he reaches Japan again.
. . .
The boy is growing stronger. I can hardly believe his speed and power at his age and with the limited body of a human. It is almost time, time to *make* him. And both he and she will be mine, as one. I will proceed in a week.
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Midnight Eternal Part 1
Ranma/Vampire
By eyk003
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The streets were dark, as Ranma Saotome made his way home. He sneezed and then cursed. It was a cold night, and he really didn't feel like being outside but the stupid tomboy had hit him harder than usual and he had gotten lost. Stupid tomboy! He thought they were truly getting along better after she had h-hugged him when he came back home unnoticed and was discovered by Akane. Was he truly to blame for not wanting to eat the sticky remains of a nefarious poison stuck to the side of the skillet? Besides, it really *was* an unsalvageable glop that bacteria wouldn't be able to live on, so he didn't do anything wrong, unless telling the truth was a bad thing. As far as Ranma knew, honesty was a good thing. A chil suddenly ran down Ranma's spine and he instantly jumped into action, springing down from the fence he was walking on to land lightly on the ground.
"Who's there?" Ranma said, daring the stalker to come out. It was a little troubling that he couldn't sense exactly where the stalker was, but Ranma ignored the small corner of his mind telling him to run for it and took a defensive stance that left no openings. He was surprised to hear slow deliberate footsteps and a familiar voice speak out from behind him.
"Well, well, Ranma. You've become skilled enough to sense my appraoch." Ryouga. But the tone of voice was definitely different. Cold, colder than anything Nabiki could ever pull off. Condescending, each word slow and deliberate like the footsteps he had heard acompanying Ryouga's voice.
"Ryouga? What the hell are ya babblin' about? I've always been able to sense you!" Ranma could feel the power rolling off Ryouga, a frightening aura of dark power. Yet it was coming off in such a way that the pig- tailed martial artist felt that the fanged boy was merely showing him the surface of his powers. Had he learned another new technique that messed up his already screwed up mind?
Ryouga seemingly paid no attention to Ranma's question as he took a step, and another, and another, slowly making his way towards the pig-tailed martial artist with an amsued smile on his face. For some reason, his fangs seemed more prominent and his skin seemed paler in the moonlight. He opened his mouth, and said one word, "Come." Ranma found himself fighting his own body as his right foot took a step, followed by his left, his body trembling with the effort he was putting on to stop his body's unwilling movements.
"What the hell?!" Ryouga smiled at Ranma's outburst, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. It was finally time. More than five years of careful planning. "Ryouga, what the hell is this?!" Ah, the final cries of a wild free will. Ryouga bared his fangs and opened his mouth wide. The pig- tailed martial artist saw with horror that Ryouga was going to. . . bite him.
"Good bye, Ranma Saotome." The bandana-clad boy's voice seemed to ring out in the empty streets as his sharp fangs sunk into Ranma's flesh, drawing out blood. Ranma's eyes widened as he felt himself losing his strength, and consciousness.
For a few precious seconds, he was aware of nothing. Nothing but the black void of nothing, until his senses exploded into a chaotic violent red-pink, shimmering with light, a thousand times brighter than the sun, yet not impeding one's vision. Then, he saw, felt, heard, tasted, and the pain went beyond his senses. There was a part of the violent visage, this torturing image of his own soul, that offered refuge. But a refuge with a high price. Did he really want that the refuge offered, what it took?
The pain intensified, something Ranma thought impossible. He knew, the pain would be over if he beared it for long enough. But there was an eaier way out. Take me, it told him. Take me and gain more than you thought possible.
The only price is your soul.
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Ryouga smiled. The death of a soul always gave him that nice, tingly feeling, especially when he did the killing. Now the exchange of the blood pact; Ranma, with a groan, bit down hard and clamped his still human mouth on the side of Ryouga's neck, drawing blood. Ryouga did not do as much as flinch as a chunk of flesh came off and Ranma followed a newfound instinct and need, noisily gulping the blood.
Ryouga brought his hands up and put them on the pig-tailed boy's chest, and shoved. Ranma flew back into a wall, making contact with a loud crack and leaving a crater behind. On his mouth, a smudge of red was apparent. And a smile. Ranma picked himself up slowly, staggering a bit as he shook his head.
"So you have chosen eternity against death, Ranma. You don't disappoint me, servant." Ryouga said, his voice still carrying a tone of condesending aloofness. Ranma looked up, still hunched over, trying to adjust his balance. He saw clearly in the darkness of the night, lit only by a full moon. He felt no discomfort, dressed in a light silk shirt and a pair of loose black kung-fu pants. Ranma felt no pain from what should have been a painful crash to the wall. But the clarity of his senses were nothing compared to the state of his mind. Everything was crystal clear. He knew what he had to do and what he wanted to do. For what was the difference between the two? No restraints, no doubts, no regrets.
"What have you done to me, Ryouga?" Asked Ranma, his voice still a bit shaky.
"I've made you into one of my own kind, killed you and then turned you over to the side of night. A vampire. Immortal, powerful, quick, we sleep during the day, to rule over the night." Ryouga said, remembering the speech given to him hundreds of years ago when he himself had been turned, and asked the exact same question.
A vampire. So that was it. He had read the book 'Dracula' (an extremely abridged version, but still a surprising fact for those who know him) and watched several gaijin movies with vampires in it with Akane, but they didn't seem all that interesting to him at the time. Well, now he was one himself. Yet he felt that it was nothing bad, nothing to be sad about. In fact, he rejoiced in his new senses, and his clarity of mind. Ranma suddenly threw his head back and roared, a loud, inhuman roar that could not hav been made, even with an animal's throat. He was suddenly cut off and choked as Ryouga ran forward and clasped his hand against Ranma's throat, and then threw him down to the ground with breathtaking speed.
"Fool! Do you mean to alert every semi-sensitive being in this country to a vampire's prescence? Now, stay quiet and follow me, servant." Ryouga turned around, not a single doubt in his mind that Ranma would follow his order. When Ranma's cold voice answered him instead of the dutiful shuffling of clothing as he obeyed Ryouga's command, to say he was surprised was an understatement.
"Servant? Where did you get that idea, pig-boy?" Said Ranma, now standing up fully. Ryouga's eyes widened slightly, as he answered.
"You shall address me as Master, servant, because of the simple fact that I am your master," Ryouga's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I *made* you, turned you into what you are. I'm always aware of your location, your emotions, your physical condition. You're now a property; My property."
Ranma took a few seconds to fully take in what Ryouga had said, before beginning to chuckle. Ranma closed his eyes and the chuckle turned into a full blown laughter, a cold harsh sound that grated against Ryouga's nerves. The newly turned vampire opened his eyes and gazed deep into his 'master's' eyes.
"I ain't no one's property, P-chan." Ranma sprang into action then, with speed that surpassed any of his earlier performances, and Ryouga felt a burning pain right below his ribs. He acted on instinct, and grabbed Ranma's wrist, stopping the pig-tailed vampire's knife-hand strike from completely piercing his heart. Still, it had nicked the vital muscle, and warm blood oozed down Ranma's arm. The newly turned vampire smiled, showing off his newly gained fangs. "I am Ranma Saotome. I have no master."
Ranma thrust his knife-hand arm completely forward, throwing Ryouga a few meters back where he landed, staggerring, on his feet. He brought his hand up, his fingers still outstretched, and licked the warm blood off his hand. Ryouga let off a low growl and his eyes seemed almost to glow, and a dark, gloomy red aura wrapped tightly around the vampire's body. Ranma's eyes narrowed. Ryouga's aura was powerful, frighteningly so. The bandana-clad vampire rushed forward with enough speed to blur, even from Ranma's enhanced and trained eye and Ranma found himself fratically dodging blows from all around him. Ryouga smiled amidst the assault and taunted.
"You're weak Ranma! A newly turned vampire cannot hope to defeat me, a vampire who has lived for more than four hundred years!" Ryouga managed to get a single punch through Ranma's defenses, and it was enough. Ranma flew back and hit his back against another wall, and slumped down. Ryouga snorted and began to walk toward Ranma's prone figure. The wound on his chest was already healed, not even leaving a scar. Suddenly, Ryouga stopped. Ranma opened his eyes, and looked up from his position against the wall. His eyes, usually an icy-cold blue, was now colored red. Ranma let out another inhuman roar in challenge to Ryouga's assault.
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The woman woke up with a startled gasp, covered in sweat. Her hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, her hair a mess. The feeling just now. . . it couldn't be could it? She had not felt such auras since her teenage days. The feeling wasn't there anymore. Could it have been a fluke?
The woman gasped again as the dreaded feeling washed over her body again. She had been dormant, save for training her successor, but her abilities had not decreased since the days long past. She was sure of it. The presence of a vampire. No. . .
There was more than one.
With a hurried step, the woman got off her bed, and dressed herself up in a formal kimono as fast as she could. Afterwards, she styled her hair into a bun and walked out to the small vault in the living room. She turned open the combination safe carefully, with reverence. Muttering an incantation softly under her breath, she undid the powerful spell-ward guarding the precious property within. She grabbed the item inside with respectful caution, and then undid the strings holding the cloth cover over it. The large cloth wrapped around the object dropped and revealed a finely made japanese sword; a katana. It fairly radiated power., and when the woman pulled the sword out of its sheath a few inches, the revealed steel glowed an eerie blue.
It was time to go to work again
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In the midst of the furious fight between two vampires, Ryouga felt a chill go down his spine and the hair on the back of his neck rise up. With a growl, the four-hundred-years old vampire turned around to look in a certain direction with glowing eyes. The distraction was enough for a badly hurt Ranma to land a solid hit on Ryouga. The bandana-clad vampire crashed through a large window and to a row of computers in an unfortuante office room. By the time Ryouga got out of the tangled mess, Ranma was far away. Cursing, Ryouga was about to give chase when the sun rose, its beams striking Ryouga's skin. Ryouga cursed again. During the daylight, it would be much harder to track down Ranma, even though Ryouga could sense his location, for the sunlight robbed a vampire of his powers.
Ryouga dusted off his cloths and readjusted his bandana, before walking away from the scene. After a few stumbling steps, he almost collapsed. The four-hundred-years old vampire cursed again. Being exposed to sunlight robbed him of his regenerative powers and the wound to his heart had not completely healed yet. He fought unconsciousness. Waking up in a coffin in a totally different city or even a different island was not fun. Digging yourself out of a grave at night wasn't very fun either; Ryouga had to do both several times throughout his undead life.
"Ryouga?" Oh, perfect. That wench could take him someplace to rest. "Ryouga! Are you alright?! W. . . what happened?" Ryouga gave an especially pathetic groan before answering.
"It was. . .R-Ranma. . ." Akane Tendo's visage darkened as she felt the familiar feeling of righteous anger.
"Ranma! That jerk, why does he keep picking on you?! Don't worry Ryouga, if I ever see him again, I'm going to have to teach him not to pick on you again!" Ryouga rolled his eyes. The bitch did get a bit tedious sometimes. He'd have to turn her soon, and the rest of the nutcases of Nerima. Ryouga groaned once more for effect before continuing.
"N. . .Need rest." Akane's eyes turned sparkly as she helped Ryouga standup, and supported his weight with her shoulders.
"I'll help you Ryouga." Ah, that wench had her uses for a human, he had to admit. "I'll even make some breakfast for you! That'll make you feel all better!"
. . .
The bitch dies, thought Ryouga before he blacked out.
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Humans. They are weak, pitiful, the only solace they have the warm light of the sun. Yet the light still fades and they become scared, lighting the beautiful dark night with the unholy glow of the infernal electricity. Not a few hours ago he had been one of them, but no longer. He realized now, he was destined for a destiny greater than a mere human could achieve. He was, after all, the best. Human, or vampire, or god, it didn't matter. The best, was all he was.
To his delight, Ranma found that sunlight didn't instantly turn him to dust, nor caused him to melt. He merely lost the heightened senses, speed, and power of a vampire in daylight.
Yet still, it was strange. Ryouga had claimed to being four hundred; certainly he wasn't stupid if he could fool people like Cologne and Happosai. And Ranma knew in his heart that what Ryouga said was true. His will and life should have been bound to the being who turned him into a vampire. But he wasn't. Being able to see the flows of mana helped confirme his suspicioun, even if he was still inexperienced with his second sight.
There definitely was a bond with Ryouga, though it was so weak he almost missed it. Ranma saw that he wasn't the only one Ryouga had bound to his will, yet those bonds were much stronger; so much stronger than his to Ryouga that it almost caused him to overlook his bond. There was another unknown.
When Ranma was 'turned', he felt that some restraint had been lifted from him. He felt that his senses didn't increase, but merely turned back to their normal range. His form felt natural, as if he was born a vampire. But since he hadn't talk to anyone else who had been 'turned', he supposed that perhaps this was how all vampires felt when they first became blood- suckers. Lost in his thought, Ranma bumped into something, causing that something to yelp in surprise and fall to the ground. Ranma, for his part, merely stopped his walking to see a young girl a year or so younger than him in a blue sundress picking herself up from the ground. Her sundress revealed a healthy part of her cleavage, but all Ranma could really see was her neck. Pulsing with blood. Her long light brown hair was pulled back behind her shoulders, revealing fully the left side of her neck. His eyes almost glinted and Ranma was close to rushing the girl into a dark alley to feed, but the sunlight had dampened his cravings some. Ranma merely shook his head and began walking away.
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Sakura picked herself up from the ground, muttering soft curses. The jerk didn't even help her up or even say sorry! She looked up at the boy to catch one last glimpse of his eyes gazing at her before abruptly shaking his head and walking off. He was quite handsome, tall, well built, even with those cuts and bruises on his face. His eye was a dreamy stormy blue, and they looked down at her as if he was really looking down on her.
But these weren't what caused Sakura to freeze. Nor was it his state of clothing, parts of his shirt ripped and shredded, and if one looked close enough at the red silk shirt, stained with blood. For all she knew he could've had had a nasty fall and had a nose bleed.
It was that unmistakable chill, running down her spine, and his eyes which, for a moment, gleamed hungrily at her. The unmistaken aura that she had been trained to watch for since the beginnings of puberty, that had flared up for the fraction of a second, but might as well as have been an eternity. Sakura gathered herself and broke into a run, away, away from the boy that had passed her.
She had to go to her sensei's house, and seek her instruction. Sakura ran as fast as she could, her trained body not feeling much fatigue at all after having sprinted across several blocks non-stop. Finally stopping in front of the gates leading to an old-fashioned house of moderate size, Sakura took a deep breath and knocked on the gate loudly. She fidgeted for a few seconds as she waited for her sensei to open the gates and let her in. Finally, the blue-gray wooden gates opened to reveal a middle-aged woman, her hair tied in a bun, wearing a flawlesly formal kimono.
"Sakura-chan, what a pleasant surprise." Her sensei's tone indicated that it was neither a surprise nor a particularly pleasant one. Sakura gulped. If her sensei was this grave, skipping formalities such as inviting her in for tea and making small talk, and most of all is her sensei expected her here, that meant that thigns were much worse than she thought it was. "Come in, Sakura-chan."
"Hai, Saotome-sensei." Said Sakura as she was ushered inside the Saotome Residence.
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"Come in!" Doctor Tofu slowly put down the medical magazine he was reading on his desk and pushed his chair back, giving himself space to stand up. He took a few steps but stopped when a chill ran down his spine. He ignored the feeling when he saw a familiar figure enter. "Oh, hello Ranma. My, cuts and bruises already? It's not even noon yet!" said the doctor with a chuckle.
"Hello Doctor Tofu," Something about Ranma's voice seemed different, but Tofu lightly shook his head. It was typical for Ranma to drop by suddenly with various injuries, even this early in the morning. "Ryouga. He got me pretty good this time, but I showed him." He lied. Ranma went to 'his spot' in the clinic and sat down.
"So what have you got today, Ranma?" Ranma had gotten pretty good at identifying specific injuries throughout his history of numerous fights.
"A few hairline fractures and I think my right arm has several compound fractures." His right arm was actually shattered completely by Ryouga, but had healed itself somewhat before the sunrose, robbing him of his vampiric regenerative abilities. Tofu eye brows rose a bit.
"My, Ryouga did get you good this time. However did he manage to get in a hit on you Ranma?" Tofu asked as he began working on applying some ointments and herbs on the bruises and patchign up cuts. Given that he would heal everything the moment the sun set at night, he needed to keep up appearances until he got rid of Ryouga. Afterwards. . .
Unfortuantely, Tofu failed to notice the strange smile on Ranma's face.
Ranma left the clinic shortly after with most of his woudns patched up, and a white t-shirt he borrowed from Tofu. The warm wind played with his hair, causing his bangs to flair side to side and up. His face resumed his cold, distant look now that there was no one to see him. A fleeting smile played about his face.
While he was being treated, he had been practicing his view of the magical bonds holding him and a few others to Ryouga. He had finally seen enough to trace one of them. Ryouga had been genuinely surprised when he had not followed his every command, and these bonds were made long before last night.
Ranma's smile widened and he bared his fangs. In sunlight, one did not have the enhanced power and speed of a vampire. An ally of my enemy. . .
A few minutes later, Ranma stopped infront of a familiar building. Nekohanten.
-=End Part 1=-