Nothing in this story belongs to me (except the plot). Maybe in the future (as if) but not now.

He ran. He ran without concern for himself or his safety. The reason for this mad run is simple. His father told him to run and to not look back. So here he is, running for his life. Oh ya, you don't know the reason for his father telling him to run. Very well, here is how it all started.

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"Pops, why are we going to England?" asked a young Ranma.

Genma stopped and turned to him. "Simple my boy, I heard from a very reliable source that there are some excellent ways to make you the ultimate martial artist ever." he replied.

Ranma got a little nervous. "Like the Neko Ken?" he asked with a shudder.

"No Ranma, like fighting Vampires and Ghouls." said Genma with a greedy grin, already dreaming of his future retirement.

"V-V-Vampires? You're not serious are ya?" Ranma asked nervously.

Genma gave Ranma a sneer "Are you a scared little girl? No son of mine is going to be afraid of a few Vampires!"

Ranma tried to protest. "But Dad…"

"No buts boy. You will do this whether you like it or not." Genma said with finality and continued walking.

Two Months Later

"Hey Dad, are we there yet? I'm bored." Ranma whined.

Genma growled in irritation. "Just a little further Ranma, I heard there are some Vampires in the next town."

Ranma rolled his eyes. "Alright Pops. If you say so."

As it started to get dark they stopped at the next clearing. Genma had Ranma set up camp while Genma went to get some supplies. As he went into town, he never noticed the red eyes tracking his movement and, as he left with all the supplies that he 'borrowed,' he never noticed those same eyes start to follow him into the forest. He did however notice when the owner of those red eyes attacked him from behind. He especially noticed the big fangs in the stranger's mouth.

"W-W-Who are you? What do you want?" asked Genma as he looked nervously at the man's fangs.

"I want your blood foolish human. And I want it now!" The vampire said with a hiss.

With that, he launched himself at Genma. Genma drop his supplies and jumped back to get some more space. However the vampire didn't give him any time to prepare. Within a second he was on him like flies on dung. (Sorry couldn't resist) Genma was trying desperately to just keep up his defenses when one of the vampire's strikes got through his defenses. Genma jumped back clutching his left arm as blood started to stain his Gi red. The vampire smiled as he licked the blood from his fingers. Panicking, he grabbed some pine needles from the ground, charged them with ki, and threw them at the vampire. The vampire looked up just in time to receive the needles right in the face. As he clutched his face in pain, Genma took this chance to escape. But as he ran, he heard the vampire cry out, "I will find you. I know your blood now; there is no where you go that I will not follow."

Back At The Clearing

Ranma was practicing a kata while waiting for his father. He always did a kata when he had nothing else to do. His father had instilled a love of the martial arts so deep that sometimes he couldn't relax unless he did a kata or five. As he did his kata, his mind wandered and he found himself thinking of things he normally shoves aside. Things like how his old buddy Ucchan was doing, about his mother and whether he would see her soon or if he would never see her again, and about how scared his dad looked right now. With that thought he abruptly stopped his kata and realized something was wrong. His dad didn't bring back any food! (He was hungry after all.)

"Yo Pops, where's the food? You didn't eat it all did you?" Ranma asked his father. Genma however didn't answer as he grabbed his and Ranma's packs. "Come on son, we have to get out of here now!" yelled a panicky Genma. "Huh? What are you talking about Pops? What's wrong? Did you piss someone off again?" asked a curious Ranma.

Genma glared at Ranma's last question and gave him a smack on the head. "Respect your father boy and do as I say. Now MOVE!"

With that he started running with Ranma struggling to keep up.

Half an Hour Later

"Alright Ranma, I think we're safe now." Genma said with a sigh of relief. "Safe? Safe from what?" Ranma asked his father.

"A monster Ranma. A monster more powerful than my master, Happosai." said Genma, looking around frantically, as if the mere mention of his name would summon Happosai. Seeing that the old perverted master was nowhere to be seen, he continued. "See what he managed to do to me." With that he showed Ranma his bloody arm.

"Wow Dad, did you beat him?" Ranma asked with some awe.

"Well, actually…… He was who we were running from." Genma admitted. "It doesn't matter now, we lost him." Genma smiled as he said this…and then paled when he heard a loud crash from not to far away.

"Listen, Ranma, I want you to take your pack and run. Ok? I want you to run and don't look back." As he said this, Genma slipped two scrolls into Ranma's pack.

"But Dad, what about you?" asked a scared Ranma.

"Don't worry about me. Now RUN!" Genma yelled as he pushed Ranma out of the clearing. As he turned he saw the vampire walking closer. He then got into a ready stance, unable to shake the feeling that he was about to die.

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Now you know why he started running. I don't blame him, I'd be running too. But I digress, on with the story.

He reached the border of the town just as the screams started. As he turned to look, the screams stopped just as suddenly as they started. He recognized those screams. He had heard them once before, when his father had rolled into their campfire while they sparred. The back of his gi went up in flames and burned off the rest of his hair. It had been pretty funning to see him running around screaming like a little girl. The scream he just heard was very similar but very different. It was full of absolute terror and excruciating pain. He turned and ran till he couldn't run anymore.

As he reached his limit, he stumbled and fell, cutting his leg on a jagged rock. When he looked up, he saw that he was in front of a church. It looked abandoned but he didn't care. He and his father had stayed in places just like it many times before. And besides, it was starting to rain …… hard. With one last look toward the forest he crawled inside through a hole just big enough for him. With a sigh of relief, he slipped into the peace of unconsciousness.