REN Side Story - No Alucard

[LawOhki]

A variation of this idea was what I was thinking of doing, with Ranma not telling the Saotome/Tendo group that she was still "alive". This takes that one step further. Hellsing was never in Japan, and no one came to save Ranma. So this will probably get a little dark. Everything up to this point happens the same as the first chapter.

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"I'm not cruel, I wished to spare you this trauma." As her arms and legs fell limp he moved her closer to his body and brought his other hand up to run through her hair. Too weak she could only bat weakly at his hand. "Red, the color of blood." He seemed to verbally smile and smacked his lips.

“Get away you freak.” She wanted to spit in his face but could do it with his hand on her throat.

“This is such a dirty place, we should have done this in a nice pleasant room.” The man’s face spread into a toothy grin, exposing long and sharp canines. Ranma’s vision began to blacken around the edges. “Maybe a Western style bed, soft sheets, and pillows.”

‘I gotta fight, who knows what this guy is gonna do if I don’t.’ Trying to raise her arms up again, they only reached her waist before falling back down. Her attacker was holding her just tight enough that she remained conscious while unable to respond. Staring defiantly into cruel green eyes, her own blue ones widened suddenly as thoughts of escape fled her mind. She tried to fight but every attempt to fight the compulsion slipped further and further away.

“That’s better.” He purred, lowering her to ground to stand on her own feet, he had to hold her upright. Ranma could do nothing as he held her around the waist and adjusted her head to lean back and to the side exposing her neck. “It’s time I satisfied this thirst.” Ranma felt his fangs stab deep into her neck and she moaned in pain, unable to physically resist.

X x x x x x

“Wake up.”

Ranma felt someone nudge her shoulder and she rolled away from the source of the annoyance, wanting to go back to sleep. Her mind rebelled against this idea, forcibly dragging her to consciousness.

“I said wake up.” The voice repeated with far more force and her mind snapped into full alert.

Shooting up into a sitting position, Ranma rubbed at her eyes to clear out some sleep gunk. Blinking, she shook her head, and looked around. She was in a Western style bath tub, inside of a bathroom without any windows. Standing over her was a tall man in black dress pants and shirt. His face was pale and not fully Japanese, but some handsome European mix with green eyes bordering on teal.

“Who are you?” She asked, glancing down to see that she was only dressed in her tank top and boxers. The man looked familiar like she had just met him recently, yet where she had seen him escaped her. Rubbing at her forehead with both hands, her memory wasn’t right, and she could barely remember what she had been doing yesterday morning.

“I’m your Master.” He introduced. “And you are my new servant.”

“Master?” She wondered why he would tell her that. “Did Nabiki sell me again?”

He smirked. “Stupid fledgling, you are a vampire now, I’m your Sire, and that makes you mine.”

“A vampire? That’s a new one.” Standing up in the slipper tub, she stepped out. The crazy man was much taller than her, the top of her head barely reaching his mid chest. “You mind telling me where I am so I can figure out how to get home?”

He frowned and Ranma immediately screamed, clutching at her head, and falling backwards into the tub. Clawing at her head, she writhed in pain, bouncing off the sides of the acrylic basin. It felt like her head was being torn apart from the inside out. The searing pain finally ended and she slumped against the side, breathing heavily, in too much shock to do anything else.

“I don’t appreciate your impudence.” He informed her. “Now get up and get dressed, you must be hungry.” Ranma didn’t immediately do as ordered, still struggling to figure out what was going on. “Do not make me repeat myself.”

Shakily rising to her feet, Ranma nearly fell stepping back out of the bathtub once again. Staggering out of the bathroom, she found that she was in an expensive looking apartment, with glass windows that ran around two sides, and a door to her left that lead into another room. To the right was what looked like the exit. She could make it if she went now, the crazy man with the weird mind power was in the other room.

“The clothes are in here.” He called and automatically she turned from the exit to enter into the other room. The bedroom was large, with a wooden coffin laying on the floor next to a queen sized bed. The man had the closet opened and was holding up some female clothing. Seeing her, he held up a dress so that from his perspective she was wearing it. “It’s too bad that you’re shorter, these would fit perfectly if you were about ten centimeters taller.”

“If you’re going to give me clothes, I’d prefer guy ones.” She tested the waters. “Or if I could use some of the hot water in the bath so I could change back.” Ranma briefly wondered why she hadn’t simply changed back but then reasoned that the situation was strange enough to miss the opportunity.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore.” He answered. “And if you ever take that form again without my permission you will be punished.”

“What do you mean?”

“Because you are still adjusting I will let your questioning go this time. But you are a draculina now and a draculina you will stay. I have no desire for even a male appearing fledgling.” He smiled darkly at her. “Besides, hot water will do nothing but get you wet now.”

Ranma shivered, feeling the man intrude on her mind once again, it wasn’t painful just uncomfortable. When it was over, she stared down at her hands, a vision from the point of view of the man testing that on her while she slept. Collapsing to her knees, her mind rebelled at what he was truly telling her.

“Enough emotions.” He threw some clothing on the bed and walked by her. “Get dressed in that, you’ll feel better after you’ve had your first meal.” Once he was out of the room, she heard him add. “Don’t make me wait.”

[frice2000]

Wow...this'll be an interesting variation. It'll likely get a little too dark for my tastes though but still...You so rarely read a story anymore where a newly turned vampire has an asshole for a sire so it'll be a good read on that score as well.

[LawOhki]

Wow...this'll be an interesting variation. It'll likely get a little too dark for my tastes though but still...You so rarely read a story anymore where a newly turned vampire has an asshole for a sire so it'll be a good read on that score as well.

He's not really an asshole, he's just not nice, and has been living alone for a long time. I described him to someone else as understanding of what Ranma's going through at the moment, but he's not sympathetic about it. He also wants to get Ranma up to speed fast enough that he can send her on her way.

[Spokavriel]

And we're back to two fics where I can't really make comment without ridiculous comparisons. Its not bad its just not looking like a fic I can enjoy at the moment.

[LawOhki]

Finished dressing, Ranma stared into a mirror hanging on the wall. The clothing he had picked out was a cheerful looking yukata with a flower print that could be adjusted to deal with her height, even if it meant her arms were swallowed up by the sleeves. It didn’t match her mood in the slightest. Her eyes were no longer blue but the same shade of green as the man, her skin was pale to the point of being white, and she now had long, very sharp fangs.

Not only did she look different, but she felt different. She could feel her ki had been replaced by something heavy, oppressive, and very inhuman. Ranma could now feel the man in the other room, a strange feeling that she was unable to shut out. Glancing at the coffin on her way out, she found the strange man sitting in a plush chair, waiting impatiently for her.

“What did you do to me?” She forced herself to ask.

“Your curse intrigued me, I was going to kill you, but I decided to satisfy my curiosity, and see if you would become a ghoul-- or vampire.” He rose to his feet. “Now stop wasting time, I’m sure you’ll feel better once you’ve had your first meal.” Without waiting for her to follow he headed out the entrance, while Ranma simply stared forward in shock.

(Come) His voice reverberated in her head and she hastily grabbed some slightly too big sandals to follow him down the hall way. An elevator carried them down to the ground, a ride that Ranma took in complete silence. For some reason she trusted what the man had said though she did not like any of the implications that came with what he said.

Exiting the lobby of the apartment building, rational thought began to become difficult when surrounded by people. She could smell them, hear them, and she wanted to have them in a way that she had never felt before.

“Control yourself.” He commanded. “If you attack humans in the open you draw attention to me, to yourself. Ranma realized with a horrible moment of clarity what she truly wanted from the people around her. At first she was revolted at herself, but then the hunger she was feeling pushed it to the side.

It would have been easy to escape now, out in the crowds, but no matter how much she wanted to run away, to get away from the man, his strong presence kept her at his side. Some part of her, a very strong part, actually looked up to the man and trusted him.

She had expected them to go to someplace secluded but instead she found herself attending a sumo competition. Pressed on all sides by humanity, she barely noticed him paying, or walking around the stadium to take seats in the upper level. Gripping the plastic arm rests tightly, they started to warp and deform from the form.

“Why did you bring me here?” She asked, her teeth clenched so tightly that she thought they might break.

“I had plans to come here before I made you. I’m not going to change my schedule just because you’re here.” He answered. “Do you not like sumo?”

“Sumo is fine.” Chewing on her lip, she didn’t know how much of this she could take. Smell, sight, and hearing were all giving her a sensory overload.

“Good, calm down and enjoy it.”

The competition stretched out into an eternity. She could block out the smell, apparently she no longer needed to breath. She could block out the sight by closing her eyes. But she could not stop the endless drumming of the hearts around her, not even the loud voices could stop it. ‘He’s doing this on purpose.’ She realized halfway through. ‘He’s going to get me so worked up I’m going to attack someone.’

Well she wasn’t going to do that. She wouldn’t give in to this. Ranma would rather die than do what he wanted.

When they finally got up to leave, Ranma was, no matter her resolve, ready to do what she felt like doing. Dark thoughts entered into her mind whenever she saw a person that caught her eye. Forcibly keeping her eyes on the ground, she wished to be out of the crowd as soon as possible.

“You’ll be able to feed soon.” The vampire who had put her in this hell said as though she should be happy.

“I won’t do it, I won’t hurt anyone, and you can’t make me.” She said defiantly as they finally reached a secluded spot.

“Silly fledgling, I could remake you into what I want. You’re mine to do with as I please.” He seemed more amused than anything else, turning to look down at her with a cruel smile. “Would you like that? For me to twist you into the perfect little vampire?”

Ranma took an involuntary step back, having encountered mind altering magic before, she wanted no part of it again. The vampire reached out and cupped her cheek.

“I could even make you my lover, show you what you missed out on in your mortal life.” He suddenly grabbed her by the hair on the side of her head and pulled her close to him. “When I can, I will free you from your servitude, I took on that responsibility when I made you, until then, you will follow my orders. Or I will make it so I have no desire to let you leave. Understand?”

She wasn’t hurt by what he was doing, but nodded, having no desire to become someone’s willing sex slave. “Yes-- Master.”

“Good.” He released her hair and smoothed it out. “Without feeding you’ll grow weaker and weaker, as you are now, if someone so much as waved a crucifix at you, you’d likely explode into dust.”

“Can’t I just have normal food?” She didn’t know if she could, blood was what she wanted, but if she could get by on regular food then there was no reason to break her promise.

“No, human food is poison, now enough nonsense, we will now go find your first meal.”


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Yes it's a more extreme hunger than what the main story Ranma had, but that's because Alucard cheated and messed with both Ceres and Ranma's heads to make them better suited for serving Integra.

[BonusPoints]

He's a charmer, alright.

Still, he's got a pretty effective way of saying 'don't screw around'.

It'll be interesting to see what the similarities and differences are between these vampires and those presented in the main storyline. I wonder what this master's requirements are in order to be let off the leash.

[LawOhki]

Laying in her bed, Ranma didn’t immediately get up, choosing to remain in the bathtub she now lived out of. If she could call what her life had become living. She didn’t even get a pillow or blanket to make the hard material more comfortable. Ranma didn’t even know how long she had been a vampire, the nights seemed to meld together into a haze of degrading tasks for her Master, and endless boredom.

The apartment that she lived in had been liberated from the previous owners when her Master had killed them. Using knowledge gleamed from the information contained in their blood he was able to make it seem like they were still here for bills and rent. He used her to get money to keep living here by having her feed from wealthy people and then empty their bank account. Ranma wouldn’t mind that so much if she actually got a percentage of the money, but all she received was allowance to buy clothing, specifically female clothing.

Vampires she found out were natural shape shifters and as soon as she had learned that particular talent she had become male once. He had punished her by going into her mind and painfully removing the image she had of herself as a male. Remembering her human life always resulted in seeing her current self.

Sniffling, she rolled over to lay on her other side. She despised her Sire in a way she had never felt before. Not even Happosai could have caused this much hatred from her. The worst part was that thinking about leaving, what life would be like without him, was horrifying. She had asked twice now when she would be freed, and each time he had said she wasn’t ready with an infuriating smile on his face telling her that he had no plans to.

The door to the room slid open and her Master walked in wearing only a towel. “I need to use the bath.”

Deciding that she had spent enough of the night trying to get sleep that would never come, Ranma went out into the apartment so he could use the bath. Vampires didn’t sweat much and what little they did had no smell to it. Baths were still nice though and Ranma made a point to have one once a night, hoping in a vain that the water would wash away the shame she felt from being a vampire. She also hoped that it might give her back her real body, the one she could no longer remember, but no amount of hot water ever changed her.

Getting dressed in some jeans and a sweater, Ranma headed out to get away from the depressing apartment. Even if the only clothing she was allowed to buy was in the feminine part of the store, she still dressed in a masculine way.

She took off running at high speed, using some vampire power to literally fly over the tall rooftops of the inner city. The apartment was near the Akihabara shopping area, which was where her Master usually found his meals. Ranma occasionally wandered the stores, looking at merchandise she would otherwise be able to purchase if she wasn’t supporting a lazy vampire almost three hundred years her senior.

It was quite a trek to reach her destination, but going in a relatively straight path at super human speeds had shortened it considerably. Crouched on a roof overlooking the Tendo home, she could see over the koi pond, and through the open doors inside. Her family and several of the Tendos were sitting around the table talking, her sensitive ears easily picking up that it was a conversation about something at school.

This was the first time she had come back since being turned. Fear had kept her away, how would they react to what she had become? How would her Master act if he found her trying to contact them. He had stressed that to seek her past life would only end badly. She would have ignored such an idea if it didn’t have a sliver of truth to it. As well as a hint of a threat.

No one would know if she got just a little bit closer. Jumping from the roof and into the yard, she melted into the shadows, an ability inherited from her Master, and slipped into the home. Watching them from the corner of the room, she wanted nothing more than to form out of the shadow, to let them know that she was still here. Struggling with indecision, she did nothing but wait for them to leave the room, and go to sleep. Moving through the shadows back outside, Ranma reformed up on the roof, sitting with her head in her hands.

‘Maybe when I’m free I’ll come back. Maybe then I can face them.’

[LawOhki]

Laughing to herself, Ranma took the money from the ATM, and shoved it into her pant pocket along with the bank card. Her Master would not be getting this money, that leech had enough money to live in that apartment for years now. She didn’t even want to go through the hassle of taking the rest of the money from the account. Especially since she had nowhere to put close to six million yen.

The cash would be spent on little things, while she would use the bank card for bigger purchases. Ranma couldn’t wait to spend it though, the man she had taken it from would be found soon enough, and there would be security cameras that would come into play. Thankfully the face she now wore had no background, no fingerprints, no parents, and no identity. All anyone could come up with is a face that fit hundreds of other teenage girls who often visited the area.

Being that most of her time was spent in boredom, she looked for things to waste time. A music player was her first purchase, but then she realized that she had to get music for it, so she ended up purchasing a small laptop, and a bunch of prepaid cards to download music. They were things that she could never have afforded in her human life and it would be nice to be able to just block out the world.

Wandering through the crowd of humanity, she wondered what else she could purchase. Not so much that she needed anything, she just didn’t have anything, and wasn’t supposed to. That was probably the main reason, to piss her Master off if he ever found out.

A presence suddenly made her stop. Looking through people as they crossed the road, she saw a tall man in a distinctive red duster and matching wide brimmed hat. He was watching her behind a set of round orange sunglasses. This was the first time she had ever seen another vampire and he was far stronger than her Master, it was almost like the air around him was bending from it. Several people blocked her vision and when they cleared away the vampire was gone. Searching with her higher senses, she could find no trace of him.

“Ranma?” A very familiar voice called out to her. Instinctively she looked towards the voice that had called her name and instantly regretted it. Akane took it as all the confirmation necessary to run up and envelope her in a bone crushing hug. “You’re alive!”

“Do-- do I know you?” Ranma stuttered, her voice betraying her, and pulled herself away from the youngest Tendo.

“Ranma what happened to you?” Akane wasn’t about to let her go, reaching out to grab Ranma’s wrist.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who this Ranma is.” Ranma’s heart was hammering in her chest, trying to keep a neutral face, to not show how happy she was to have someone call her name. Akane recoiled, searching Ranma’s eyes desperately. Ranma made the mistake of looking away, unable to meet the Tendo girl’s gaze. She caught sight of Akane’s friends, Yuka and Sayuri, following as if Akane had suddenly left them.

“Please, it’s me Akane, what’s happened? You’ve been gone for four months. We almost-- we were almost ready to have a funeral for you.”

“Akane-san, please let me go, I do not know you.” Ranma pulled as lightly as she could, trying to hide her strength from the human girl. “And you’re being very rude.”

“Ranma?” Akane released her, staring at Ranma with a look of confusion and hurt.

“I’m sorry I’m not the person you’re looking for Tendo-san.” Ranma bowed quickly and hurried off searching for a secluded spot. She didn’t get more than three steps away before she felt the realization wash over Akane that she had not told Ranma her last name.

“Ranma stop!” Akane yelled. Running, Ranma ducked into narrow passage between two buildings and vanished into the shadows. The youngest Tendo followed her briefly before stopping and looking around in confusion.

“Akane.” Yuka finally caught up. “She said she wasn’t Ranma.”

“She knew my last name.” Akane answered her friend. “I didn’t tell her that.”

Disgusted with herself, Ranma didn’t stay to watch the humans. She was such a coward. If she had any kind of courage she would stand up to vampire who had turned her and demand freedom. She would go back to her family and face the consequences of her failure that night.

Back at the apartment, the plastic bags carrying her purchases made telltale crinkling noises as she moved. Not that she could sneak them by him since he was watching television in the main room. Ranma realized that she had been too distracted by Akane’s sudden appearance to worry about that.

“You purchased something.” He leaned back in his chair to look at her, his eyes instantly going down to the large bag with the square box of the laptop.

“I did.” She shifted her weight to one leg. “So?”

“What?” He seemed simply curious.

“A music player and a laptop.”

“If it keeps you out of the way.” He turned back to the television. “Actually I believe the cable comes with an internet connection, you will have to let me use it when I wish.” Taking out the laptop box in the kitchen area, she was about to open it up when he spoke up again. “Did you hear me?”

“Yes Master.”

[frice2000]

Hrm...so we're getting to the point where Alucard is showing up eh? Interesting...I really don't see him as killing her possibly but we will see how things go. Nice work.

[LawOhki]

Hrm...so we're getting to the point where Alucard is showing up eh? Interesting...I really don't see him as killing her possibly but we will see how things go. Nice work.

I could go either way with that. End the story on a high note with Ranma being allowed to live but under Hellsing's control, perhaps something suggestive between Ranma and Ceres at the end. Or end on a down note with Ranma wanting to stop being a vampire. Which Alucard is happy to help with.

[frice2000]

Well what I was thinking was that Alucard basically is disgusted only by the scummy vampires...I don't think he'd much care about a vampire that was only killing what she needed to survive and stealing what her Master told her too.

Personally I think that if Ranma told Alucard to kill her he would laugh and walk off because he just wouldn't do it Ranma then would attack him to no effect and he'd knock her out and walk off leaving her to rot in agony and hatred for herself. That's MORE of a down ending then having him kill her with her wanting it. Perhaps Ranma really can't being herself to kill herself either for whatever reason. A compulsion from her old master that doesn't fade with his death and owww painful dark moody end.

Ending up with Seras and Hellsing would be interesting...I would guess that Ranma doesn't have the ability to ever get as strong as Seras is even with the no drinking of blood thing?

[LawOhki]

Well what I was thinking was that Alucard basically is disgusted only by the scummy vampires...I don't think he'd much care about a vampire that was only killing what she needed to survive and stealing what her Master told her too.

Personally I think that if Ranma told Alucard to kill her he would laugh and walk off because he just wouldn't do it Ranma then would attack him to no effect and he'd knock her out and walk off leaving her to rot in agony and hatred for herself. That's MORE of a down ending then having him kill her with her wanting it. Perhaps Ranma really can't being herself to kill herself either for whatever reason. A compulsion from her old master that doesn't fade with his death and owww painful dark moody end.

Ending up with Seras and Hellsing would be interesting...I would guess that Ranma doesn't have the ability to ever get as strong as Seras is even with the no drinking of blood thing?

Oh Ranma is already compelled not to take her own life. But I doubt Alucard would be cruel like that unless Ranma was an actual enemy. Rather than someone who was forced to become a vampire against their will.

Ceres would be stronger yes, and the events of the anime would have already occurred. (Which brings it's own problems to the table) But they would be fairly close, and other than if Alucard drags her along and the two older vampires decide to have the fledglings play, they won't be fighting much.

[frice2000]

I don't know I could see him possibly being that cruel. He seems to do a lot of stuff for laughs. I think it'd be very in character of him to see a Vampire who is weaker then him and not totally useless and if they asked them to kill him he'd laugh it off and just say something like:

'It isn't worth my time...But hey, if you're stronger in a century or two come fight me. It would be fun and if you give me a fun fight maybe I would then kill you. Unlife is so boring without your rivals and enemies and these pathetic things I've been fighting are no fun. Hopefully you'll be a challenge then.'

I could really see Alucard doing that especially after humiliating her so he has a relatively stable enemy coming after him in a long long time. Of course that works better if this wasn't a short little oneshot...But oh well.

Edit: And one minor plot hole I thought of...If Ranma was going around looking pretty much like herself wouldn't a missing person poster, or concerned family members canvassing the city pop up some leads? Red haired, petite, big breasted girl would I think draw some notice.

[LawOhki]

I don't know I could see him possibly being that cruel. He seems to do a lot of stuff for laughs. I think it'd be very in character of him to see a Vampire who is weaker then him and not totally useless and if they asked them to kill him he'd laugh it off and just say something like:

'It isn't worth my time...But hey, if you're stronger in a century or two come fight me. It would be fun and if you give me a fun fight maybe I would then kill you. Unlife is so boring without your rivals and enemies and these pathetic things I've been fighting are no fun. Hopefully you'll be a challenge then.'

Alucard is cruel, but he's only that kind of cruel to people who have crossed him and are now just wanting death because Alucard smashed their dreams. It's be more like him with Pickman during the 10th episode of the anime where he killed him so he couldn't come back as a ghoul.

Edit: And one minor plot hole I thought of...If Ranma was going around looking pretty much like herself wouldn't a missing person poster, or concerned family members canvassing the city pop up some leads? Red haired, petite, big breasted girl would I think draw some notice.

Akihabara is known for having people in cosplay. Differently colored hair isn't going to raise much notice and eye color isn't really something people notice that often. They are also in a completely different ward and many girls have gone missing. You don't think that the vampire stopped do you? He's got Ranma to make him money now.

But of course now that Ranma's been spotted by Akane things will be different.

[LawOhki]

Two weeks later

“Girl, more blood.”

Ranma sighed internally at the request and took the empty glass to get the requested drink. Her Master had decided to show her off to another vampire that he was apparently friends with. This vampire was named Nathanial and he looked like he was in his late fifties, with a fit build, and average height and looks. Unlike her Sire, he was a pure gaijin, likely from Europe, and he wore an expensive business suit that seemed slightly out of date.

In the kitchen area, she opened up the normally neglected fridge, and turned the nozzle on a plastic water container normally used for camping to let blood pour into a wine glass. The previous night she had helped harvest the life giving substance and she had complained during every step. Not only did she have to deal with being around so much blood, which had driven her up a wall not to touch any of it, but she also had moral qualms, if she had to take life to eat, it shouldn’t be at knife point.

Handing the glass to the elder vampire, he didn’t even thank her before going back to talking to her Master like she wasn’t even there. Which was just fine by her. The less she was involved, the less Nathanial decided to leer at her. Vampire senses could leave little privacy, seeing through such flimsy objects as clothing was child’s play. So the clingy little black dress she wore didn’t protect the tiny fraction of a percent of her feminine modesty. Then again he probably liked that he couldn’t see everything, enjoying the mystery more than the reality.

Sitting down just out of Nathanial’s line of sight, she retreated enough from the world that time would pass faster, yet she could still react to the outside world. She had been eye candy enough before; normally she even enjoyed the attention, and the ego boost it gave. This time wasn’t really all that different, Ranma would have to be stupid or as unobservant as Akane and Ryoga combined not to notice how she was treated like an object in this body often enough. Even her two friends Hiroshi and Daisuke did it often. That also carried the strange connotation that she should treat this form as an object as well.

“So why did you make her?” Nathanial asked. This was the first time either of them had really discussed her, sticking to more of what they had been doing since they last met.

“Why? Just a little experiment. She was a boy.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Nathanails eyes roamed over her form, obviously looking past her clothes as he did.

“Born and raised, up until she received a magic curse that made her change back and forth.”

“Sounds like a fun experiment.”

“Oh yes, she was very delicious.” Her Master purred. “A delicacy really. Too bad she’s rather worthless. If her attitude wasn’t so horrible she would make a good companion.”

“Why not just make her more useful?”

Ranma gulped at this direction of the conversation. Fear of her Master taking away the last parts of her that were her was what kept her from fighting him. After that night when she had been found by Akane, in her depression she had considered if it would be better for him to destroy who she was. She would no longer be herself, she’d be truly dead, but at least she might enjoy being a vampire and wouldn’t have the past haunting her. That idea had been instantly squashed; she wouldn’t give up to him, that was probably what he wanted, for her to become his willing little slave. She would survive this and come out stronger on the other side.

“Actually her obstinate attitude is rather refreshing. It wouldn’t be as fun if she just did what I wanted.”

Ranma narrowed her eyes angrily. ‘Bastard.’

“And she does look so adorable when she’s angry.” He added upon seeing her look.

Fuming a second longer, she quickly steeled her face to look completely passive, and without a hint of emotion. ‘He’s just trying to get under my skin, probably wants a reason to punish me in front of his scumbag buddy.’ Ranma had dealt with her Masters innuendo enough and she had been spared his advances in that he preferred human girls.

“Master, may I be excused? So you two can talk?” Ranma wanted to at least put a wall between herself and the two elder vampires.

“No.” He answered and held up his glass. “Now get me some more.”