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Ranma awoke a little while later, feeling very weird. Then it hit him, the transformation. He sat up suddenly and checked himself. He was still changed. He felt one of his ears twitch as he heard a faint sound. As he turned his head, the sound suddenly got loud enough to hear. It was people talking.

"Now one more time, just what happened to him Walter?" Sir Integra asked.

"I don't really know, Sir Integra," he answered. "One moment he was practicing with his new katana, the next he's rolling on the ground in pain." He then shuddered as he remembered what happened next. "Then he started to change. It happened very smoothly. First, his arms and legs started to lengthen and thicken. His torso then broadened and lengthened. Then, his head changed. His ears moved to the top of his head and his mouth changed to a muzzle. Finally, fur started to grow all over him. It took just seconds, but it seemed like an eternity."

"Excuse me Walter, but I think he maybe a Lycanthrope," Alucard told them. "Perhaps we should ask young Ranma about it," he suggested.

"Excellent idea, Alucard," Sir Integra said. "We shall wait until he wakes up to ask him."

"There is no need to wait, Master," Alucard told her. "Ranma is awake and has been listening to us for the last two minutes."

"Ranma, come out please," Walter asked him.

Ranma stood and walked out to where they were talking. He noticed that his sense of balance was a lot better. He could feel that his strength and agility were loads better. He could also see almost perfectly, even though there were no lights on. His eyes were also picking up heat emanations. It was incredible. A whole new world had just been opened to him. He decided to check out his new abilities later as he left his room.

Sir Integra was shocked by what she saw. Sure she had seen him get carried in by Alucard, but to see him walk in on his own was slightly intimidating. Walter and Alucard weren't shocked at all. Walter because he had seen him already like this, and Alucard… well because he's Alucard.

"So… any ideas?" Ranma asked.

They all looked at him, but it was Alucard who answered.

"Well, Ranma, I have several ideas…" he started.

"I'm sure you do, Alucard. But I'm sure he meant about his current situation," Walter cut in.

"Well, in that case, I have two. One, have you ever been bitten by a Lycan before?" he asked Ranma.

"No I haven't. I'm sure that I would have remembered that," Ranma answered.

"Well, the second is that your father must have been a Lycan. There is no other way to become a Lycan," he told them.

"But my father was human. He was turned into a ghoul. From what I read, Lycans can't be turned into a ghoul or a vampire. Anyway, how can you be so sure that I'm a Lycan?" Ranma asked Alucard.

"Well let's see," With that he tossed one of his silver bullets to Ranma.

As soon as Ranma caught the bullet his hand started burning ten times worse than during his transformation. He dropped the bullet immediately and looked at his hand. There were blisters all over the inside of his hand, especially where he caught the bullet. Ranma looked up at Alucard in shock.

"How come that happened? That's never happened before," he asked.

"As I told you, you're a Lycanthrope," he said with a smirk.

"But why now?" Ranma asked confused. "Why do I react that way to silver now?"

"Well… there is a potion that one can take when young, that suppresses the Lycan gene. It essentially makes the drinker human, a strong human but a human none the less. I suspect that your mother made you drink it when you were a baby," he told Ranma.

Ranma thought about this for a while. The only thing he could remember of his mother was a shadowy shape and a soft voice. They continued talking about his new condition when Ranma remembered something.

"Wait a sec, what about my new whip? It has silver spikes," he asked Alucard.

"Is your memory that short boy?" Alucard asked. "I told you, it's a magical whip. I took a look at your aura and I can tell that it has now bonded with you. It is now incapable of hurting you."

"Are you serious? The silver won't affect me?" Ranma asked incredulously.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Alucard asked with a smile.

"Hmm, let me think… YES!" Ranma nearly shouted.

"Well I suppose I deserve that. But none the less, I'm very serious. You have nothing to fear from your whip," he told him with his smirk™.

"Cool!" Ranma exclaimed.

"Now Ranma," Alucard began, "I want you to close your eyes and imagine three buttons. Nod when you can see them." At Ranma's nod he continued, "Now the third button should be lit, is it?"

"Yes," Ranma said.

"Good. Now I want you to push the first button," Alucard told him being serious for once.

As Ranma pushed the first button in his mind, he felt his body change again. The only difference was that this time, it felt good. His first transformation was extremely painful, but this felt very good. It was with a shudder, that Ranma's reverse transformation ended.

"I see that you managed the pain better this time, son," Walter said when he was finished.

"Actually, it wasn't painful at all. It felt almost pleasurable," Ranma admitted with a slight blush.

"I have a friend that says the same thing. Only, he's a Werewolf, not a Weretiger. His name is Jon Talbain. He's a Darkstalker," Alucard told them.

"Darkstalker?" Walter, Sir Integra, and Ranma asked at the same time.

"Darkstalkers are either full or half demons," Alucard explained.

"What a sec, Weretiger?" Ranma asked.

"Well, the stripes were a dead give-a-way. You also have the scent of a tiger," said a smirking Alucard. "And I see that your hair has changed to match your tiger side."

"Oh, well I can buy that. Do you think you can get this Talbain to come here so he can teach me?" Ranma asked as he pulled his hair around to look at it. It had indeed changed. It was now black with red highlights.

"Certainly not!" said Sir Integra.

"Why not? He can teach me how to adapt to this and teach me many things. What reason could you have for him to not come?" Ranma asked, slightly insulted.

"I will not take the chance of bringing him here and him going psycho. If you want to learn from him, you will do it somewhere else," she told him.

"But Sir Integra…" Ranma began.

"That is my answer, Ranma," she told him.

"Fine," Ranma said as he stormed out of the room.

Ranma was so upset with Sir Integra's cautiousness, that he never noticed Alucard come out of the ground ahead of him. So it was quiet a shock when he bumped into him and landed on his ass. When he looked up and saw Alucard, he wasn't scared like normal. He was extremely pissed off.

"What the hell was that for, you damn vampire?" he asked.

"I just wanted to see if you wanted any help, but I can see that you don't. So I'll just leave," Alucard told him with a smirk as he started to sink back into the ground.

"No! Wait!" Ranma yelled.

"Oh, so you do want my help. Well, I'll help if you ask nicely," said Alucard.

"Will you help me, Alucard?" Ranma had to squash his pride as he asked.

"You didn't say please," Alucard mocked.

"Please?" Ranma asked through clenched teeth.

"Well since you asked so nicely… ok," Alucard said. "I'll clear it with my Master so that I can take you to see the Were-Wolf. Be ready to leave in a couple of days."

Ranma was once again walking around the complex when he saw Ceres coming up the road. When he saw her, he could help but smile. But then his smile dimmed. He was going to have to leave for a while, until he got his Lycanthropy under control. He was not looking forward to telling her.

Ceres could see Ranma walking towards her with a smile on his face, but then she saw the smile dim. She was curious as to what could make him sad. She knew that he was a good person with a kind soul. She had looked forward to this walk all day, and she didn't want anything to ruin it.

Ranma and Ceres had been walking and talking for awhile when Ranma decided to tell her.

"Ceres?" he asked.

"Yes Ranma?" she replied.

"There is something that I have to tell you. It's something very important. I hope that you will understand," he told her.

"Ok, I'll listen," she said.

"I have to go away. I don't know for how long, but I know that it will be for awhile. I wanted to tell you because, though we just met, you're one of the best friends I've ever had. I trust you like no one else," he told her.

"You have to leave?" she asked. She couldn't believe that her new friend had to leave so soon. "Why do you have to leave?" she asked.

"I found out that I have an… affliction. I need to go and get it taken care of. It may take a while, though. I don't know how long it'll take, but I do know that I'll miss you," he told her.

"Ranma," she said sadly.

"Listen, I want you to have these," he told her as he took off his bracers. "I want you to have these so you will remember me."

"Thank you, Ranma. But I don't need anything to remember you by," she said as she took the bracers. "Here," she said, "I want you to have this. So you can remember me." She took off her bracelet and put it in his hand.

"Listen, I should get back. I have to pack," he told her, trying to fight back tears.

"Yeah, me too," Ceres agreed.

They parted with a hug, not knowing when they would see each other again. Both of them had tears in their eyes.

It was a sad Ranma who went back to the mansion. Walter tried to talk to him, but Ranma wasn't in the mode to talk. He sat down and looked at the bracelet that Ceres had given him. He sighed and put it in his duffle bag as he began to pack.

It was two days later that found Ranma and Alucard ready to leave. They had to leave soon to catch their plane. However Sir Integra was giving Alucard an ass chewing on his previous mission.

"What the hell were you thinking? I told you to merely silence the target, not get a whole city block blown up," she yelled at him.

"That was not my fault," he told her calmly.

"Just go, ok. Just go," she said as she left.

"Good luck son," Walter said as he gave Ranma a hug. He then got up and followed Integra.

"Well, student, shall we go?" Alucard asked.

"Yeah, whatever," Ranma replied, still sad about leaving just after making a new friend.

Ranma and Alucard landed in Europe and headed towards the last known sighting of the Darkstalker. They were walking through a forest that had apparently been home to the Were-Wolf for five months, when Ranma's new sense of smell caught the smell of wet dog.

"Hey Alucard, do you smell that?" he asked.

"You mean that stench that indicates that there is a wet mutt somewhere close by? As a matter of fact, I do," Alucard replied.

"You're one to talk, Alucard," a voice said from the shadows. "When was the last time that you took a bath?"

Ranma got his first look at a Werewolf. He was tall, that was his first impression. His saw that he had inverted knees, good for speed. His face sported an impressive muzzle with lots of sharp teeth. All in all, he was very intimidating.

"What are you doing here, Alucard?" Jon Talbain asked.

"Young Ranma here needs your help. You see, he's a Weretiger," Alucard told him.

"And you want me to train him? Are you nuts? I'm not doing it," he told them.

"You owe me a favor, Lycan. I'm calling it in right now," Alucard said in a rare instance of seriousness.

"Fine, I'll train him. But don't expect me to go easy on you kid," he told Ranma.

"You'd be an idiot if you did," Ranma replied, a little annoyed with his earlier rejection.

"Listen Alucard, if I'm going to train the kid then I'm doing it my way. Which means no vampire," he said to Alucard.

"Very well. I shall come back in a month to check on your progress, Ranma," he said as he left.

After Alucard left Jon turned to Ranma. He took this chance to see what Alucard wanted him to work with. He saw a little boy with very little fear looking at him. He had potential after all. After looking at his outward appearance, he took a look at his aura. What he saw shocked him. His aura was undeveloped and uncontrolled, but was raging with power. He had the ability to become more powerful then even Demitri Maximov. He also had great potential for spiritual attacks. He finally decided to do this and do it well.

"Ok, kid. Let's see what you got."

Author's Notes:

I hope that I didn't get anything wrong in this chapter. If I did and it's a small thing, artistic license. If it's big then could you please tell me? Thanks. And sorry if this chapter's a little short. I've been busy.

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