Ukyo gasped as he finished speaking. He stood up and poured a glass of red wine.
"Now do you see why I must kill you? You are the descendent of the very man who killed my dearest." He pointed to a large portrait of a woman in the center of the room. Ukyo studied the painting, she had a face like it was carved by angels. Her red eyes bore into Ukyo's and Ukyo's gaze shifted.
"Please, don't do this." The man laughed at her words.
"Well, even if I had a heart I still wouldn't let you go." He moved closer to her, he lifted her chin up with his finger. "I wonder what you taste like." He opened his mouth and licked an open cut on her face. Ukyo watched in fear and shame as he moaned. "I might not be able to wait until next week to spill your blood." He had a wicked smile on his face and Ukyo moved back. "Tomorrow we leave, I have a request by an old friend. You will be locked up in chains at all times." He waved his hand and two ugly creatures came and put shackles on her wrists. She limped out of the room trying to fight the pain as best as she could.
Ranma woke up to the sun in his eyes. He cursed at the bright sun and sat up in bed. Mousse and Ryoga were still asleep. He stood up and found a kitchen where he began to cook a simple breakfast of old canned vegetables and food found in Ryoga's pack. When he finished, Ryoga and Mousse joined him.
"How long was I out?" Ryoga asked rubbing his neck.
"All night. It was your most powerful one I've seen." Ranma admitted. "What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Ryoga replied. The truth was, his mind plagued him with terrible visions while he poked at the fire. But when the vision of Ukyo being raped came to mind, he lost it.
"So where are they?" Mousse asked adjusting his glasses.
"I don't know. I just know that those things that have them are vampires and somehow they are in the past, where we can't get to them. There's a painting of Akane here."
"And?" Mousse urged him. Ranma dropped his fork.
"It's a few thousand years old." Ranma looked up at the ceiling. "How am I supposed to save her?"
"They did this on purpose so we can't." Ryoga answered.
"He's right." Kuno stood in the doorway. "I've read all night and I have not found anything beyond the time that Akane's portrait was made. I found a diary written by one of the servants here. It ends at where Akane has a portrait painted, the rest is blank pages. I have a theory that what happens to the girls will fill the rest of the pages." He hands Ranma the book.
"A black carriage stops at the entrance of the castle. A girl with long black hair steps out of it. She has a limp and even from my distance I can tell she is severely injured." Ryoga cleared his throat. "Master Jiro follows her and I am called by Master Ichiro."
Ukyo stared at the large castle and sighed. She was pushed forward hard and fell down.
"Now that is no way to treat your key, Jiro." A man with spiky red hair helped her up.
"I don't need a lecture from you Saburo, does Ichiro have her ready?" Jiro had a look of boredom on his face.
"She's in her chambers."
"I'm surprised you don't want your key painted." Jiro placed heavy emphasis on the word 'key'.
"I'm not fond of her like Ichiro is." Saburo helped Ukyo up the stairs. "I'll just leave her." He shrugged and then after walking down three long hallways, he opened the door for them. Akane gasped at the sight of Ukyo.
"Ukyo!" She cried as she ran to her friend. Jiro stood in her way.
"Sit down Akane, Ichiro wanted for you to be painted. Don't make this harder." Saburo spoke softly to her, Akane nodded and sat down on the couch. "I'll leave and Jiro, try not to harm her. I don't want to upset Ichiro anymore."
"I won't. Jiro breathed before taking a seat in the chair. Ukyo watched his movements and cleared her throat.
"May I speak to Akane?" She asked, she didn't know when Jiro started to control her but she thought better to ask than to suffer.
"Yes." He replied before taking he began sketching.
"Ukyo, are you ok?" Akane asked looking over her wounds.
"I'll live." Ukyo replied.
"I was worried about you. I never told you that I forgive you-"
"It doesn't matter anymore Akane." Her voice dropped low when Jiro left the room. "He's going to kill me next week."
"I'm getting married." Akane replied with a sad look in her eyes. "How are we going to get out of here?"
"I don't know but we have to find a way to kill them and get back home."
"Their undead Ukyo-" Akane stopped speaking when Jiro returned.
"Akane, everything will be fine." Ukyo sat down on the carpet and didn't speak again until Jiro finished painting.