Ranma 1/2 Fan Fiction ❯ Hellsing's Knight Ranma ❯ War Games ( Chapter 3 )

Hellsing's Knight Ranma

By Shinzuru

A Hellsing/Blade crossover.

Warning it's gonna be violent, bloody gory and damn funny as our hero is unleashed on the vampire population.

Lotsa swearing along with a fair amount of sexual references so be aware this is gonna be one hell of a ride.

Author's pre-notes:

I've added a few cameos…still debating whether to keep them as cameos or develop into the plot, C&C welcome.

I look forward to receiving how many spelling errors I forgot to fix.

[Telepathy]

`Thoughts'

I do not take credit for the Ranma 1/2 characters.
They are owned and created by Rumiko Takahashi.

Chapter 3: War Games

4 months later….

Dashing across no man's land Yoshida dived behind a barrel as a hail of fire erupted from one of the building's many windows.

"HEY SMITH A LITTLE HELP!!!"

"Quite your bitching Yoshi."

"Ya that's something coming from you, you sissy I'm the poor bastard that has to be cannon fodder so that you fuckwits won't get lost when the smoke comes."

"Bite me Yoshi!"

Standing from his position Smith commenced a hail of suppressive fire towards the offending window as Yoshida dashed to the safety of the doorway's arch.

"Hey Sarge Yoshi's in place along with Riley, Smith and Bennet"

Acknowledging the report from Fokker Ranma turned to gaze at Red Section's progress on the flank.

Spotting Andy give the go ahead to his men Ranma watched as Andy dashed from cover along with his section members; advancing over the barricades under the covering fire from members of Green section who were positioned behind Blue and Red sections.

Overlooking the positions of his platoon members Ranma prepared to give the final order for Blue section to enter the building in concert with Red Section while Green acted as perimeter guards.

Already Ranma had lost two men from Blue section in his relentless advance across the barricades placed in their way by the enemy. Thankfully Andy's and Fokker's sections hadn't received any casualties as of yet.

"Listen up men! On Green smoke Blue section will enter the building on Yellow smoke Red section will enter the building. Do you get me!"

A chorus of yes's echoed across the battle zone as Ranma's platoon prepared to storm the building.

Leaving the observation post from Green section's zone Ranma crawled towards Blue sections' line.

Crawling up to where Smith was holed up Ranma tapped the man to move aside while handing him two of the four green smoke grenades.

"Ready Smith?"

"Any time Sarge."

"On… 3… 2… 1…GO!"

Pulling the pins out the grenades the two lobbed their respective grenades across the field.

Moments later the canisters spewed out the green smoke while the men in Blue Section left their shelters and traced the sound of Yoshida's voice to the front door.

The answering reply to the smoke screen was a veritable storm of suppressive fire from the widows to halt the advance.

In his dash to the door Ranma could hear the zips of near misses and the clangs of the impacts against metallic objects.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

A scream of agony came from Ranma's immediate right.

"Man down man down!!!"

Was the chorus that echoed across the field. Within seconds of the caller announcing the obvious another scream of agony entered the myriad of cries of pain.

"For fucks sake everyone shut up you're making yourselves targets. Make your way to the entrance in silence and stay calm!"

Rolling out of the zeroed sniper fire Ranma continued his silent charge to the entrance; to his pride the surviving men likewise maintained silence in their charge.

Upon reaching Yoshida Ranma turned to the battlefield and watched as the last traces of the green smoke cleared to reveal three fallen men moaning in agony.

"We can't do anything for them, carry on with the mission.

"Riley you open the door. Bennet you've got point, Smith drag. The rest of you fill in the gaps."

Watching the men go to work Ranma shook his head as he remembered how he got into the situation in the first place.

***

2 Hours before….

Standing at attention in front of Integra Ranma couldn't help but notice the stern look on the woman's face.

"You summoned me my lady."

"Yes Ranma, today's exercise is going to involve a war game scenario where 1 platoon's members will face off against 2 platoons members in a paintball arena…. you must understand that your vampire powers must be suppressed for your men's benefit."

Looking questioningly at Integra Ranma couldn't understand her motives.

"You see Ranma the reason you must suppress your power is so that the men can gain experience operating together under your command.

If you just went in there and slaughtered the enemy the men would learn nothing as a group. Do you understand?"

Nodding his head Ranma snapped off a brisk salute.

"Yes my Lady, I am to achieve victory over my opponents without the aid of my power."

"Very good Ranma, proceed with the exercise."

About turning Ranma marched out of the room to inform his men of the exercise.

Stepping out of the shadows Walter glanced at his master.

"Young master is developing well Integra-sama."

"That he is Walter, with Alucard training Ranma's power has grown immensely; he is becoming a fine leader not to mention Ranma is shaping out to be an ideal member of Hellsing.

When are you going to commence training Ranma's in the arts of weapons and stealth, not to mention etiquette… I see a few months with the men have turned him from a young man into a cussing veteran with the attitude to match it."

"I shall begin training young master once Sergeant Hiro has taught him everything about leadership and being a part of Hellsing…. by your leave Integra-sama"

Bowing low Walter re-entered the shadows as Integra returned to her paperwork.

`Have fun paintballing Ranma.'

***

Back to the arena…

Entering the building the men immediately began searching each successive room on the lower floors meeting no resistance at all thus they moved to their next objective; gathering next to the first stair well.

"Fuck where are they Sarge?"

"Don't worry Riley the bastards are probably all up on the second and third stories, how's the toe?"

"Fuck'in great only a mild pain in the ass…sorta like Yoshida."

"HEY!!"

"*SMACK!!*"

"Shuddup."

Glaring at Riley Yoshida rubbed the back of his head where Ranma clocked him one with the butt of his rifle.

"When's Red section getting here?"

"They'll be here as soon as we can secure the room on the second story. Remember we got the easy part of pushing the bastards back, they've got to clear the rooms up on the third story where their defence will be strongest."

"Amen to that."

Looking up the darkened stairway Ranma couldn't help but feel a bit of dread, knowing that something wasn't right.

"Okay men same positions as before, move out."

Dashing up the stairways and coming to a guard position Bennet signalled for the rest to follow after scanning the corridor and finding no threats.

Leaving the safety of the walls the men dashed up the stairs next to Bennet who then moved down the hallway a few meters before coming to a halt and awaiting the next man to tag him forward.

In the middle of the section Ranma saw the door that would open up to the room that had all the windows available for sniping against Red Section.

Motioning for the men to head in that direction Ranma couldn't help but wonder where his enemy was.

Constantly moving his rifle from left to right covering all angles Ranma could see his goal only a few metres away before he caught a glimpse of steel emerging from around the corner down the hallway…moments later all hell broke lose.

A blitz of bullets brought Bennet to his knees coughing paint before falling over face first. The rest of the section was fortunate enough to dive to the safety of the chairs and flowerpots that littered the building using Bennet as the unfortunate shield.

Rolling onto his back to get of his stomach Bennet looked like the end product of a pre-schooler on speed: colourful dots stitching across his body forming a smiley face.

"Don't say a word Smith or I swear I will get up and shoot you in the balls."

Putting on a gay lisp Smith couldn't help but antagonise the fallen squire.

"But Benny boy I really like what you've done with your uniform... ith's like…(with a deft flick of his wrist)… you know so you."

"Prick…"

"Oooh do you want something of mine?"

"Asshole…"

"Feel free any time big boy it's all yours."

"Arghhhhh that's it he DIES!!!!!"

Standing up Bennet took aim at Smith's head, before anything could come of it the sniper at the end of the corridor fired another salvo at Bennet causing the man to dance at the sharp impacts against his chest.

Raising his fist in the sniper's direction Bennet demonstrated the proper usage of the universal sign of greeting.

"FUCK OFF!!!"

"Flooomph!!!"

Watching Bennet awaiting for the attack Smith was surprised when Bennet keeled over clutching his groin.

"Eat that dickhead!!!"

Was all the sniper said as he watched in satisfaction as Bennet collapsed to the ground.

With a whimpering cry of:

"Right on the mummy daddy button…."

Bennet fell into blissful unconsciousness.

***

With shots splattering over his head Ranma leaned out from his protection to see where his men were and what the sounds of fighting were to only see Bennet on the ground unconsciousness with Smith prodding him with his gun.

"Listen up we're pinned downed… unless we can get to that room we were headed too we're all fucked."

"So what's the plan Sarge?"

Smith asked as he stopped poking Bennet and returned fire against the sniper.

"You, Jackson and myself will double back down the hallway come up from behind those bastards and take' em out."

"What if they've sent men down there?"

"Who gives a flying fuck we'll waste'em."

"Right on Sarge."

"Yoshida, you and Riley will stay here and make sure these bastards don't come up from behind us. We all clear!"

"Hooyah!!"

***

5 minutes later on the first floor….

"Hey sarge how come there's only one room on the second story… why the hell did the bastards put a frigg'in corridor there in the first place?"

"How the hell should I know Smith, I'm only here to blow shit up."

"Figured you say that."

Cautiously walking down the hallway the trio prepared for the inevitable hailstorm of paintball rounds.

Approaching the second stairway they encountered no resistance and prepared to climb up.

"I wonder if they didn't think we'd double back sarge?"

"Oh yes they did you can count on that Jackson; these guys are a buncha conniving pricks."

"Then how co…ahhhhhhhhh"

Jackson never did manage to finish his reply as a hail of bullets from the doorway at the end of the hall impacted against his back sending him to the ground clutching at the rapidly forming bruises on his back.

"I heard that Sarge!!!"

Turning around in frustration Ranma unleashed his own rebuttal to the downing of another of his men, to his pleasure he heard the dull thump of a body hitting the ground moments later.

`Who's the man…. ummmm not me…. who's the vampire that's right I am…head shot right between his eyeballs…hahaha.'

"Smith up the stairs quickly, we've been surrounded!!!"

Staying down a few moments longer Ranma fired at the men that were sneaking in the shadows.

"Ha and another one bites the dust…hahaha!!!"

Quickly running up the stairs Ranma marginally avoided a multi-coloured death.

***

Charging up the stairs the surprised gunman could only stare at Smith.

"Peace man?"

"Sure…plack plack plack!!!"

Smiling throughout the conversation Smith opened up a salvo of fire from point blank range into the sniper's stomach.

"*Cough, Cough*…that hurt you know…."

Ignoring the man Smith turned to Yoshida and Riley.

"C'mon Yoshi, Riley let's move it."

***

Coming up the stairs Ranma passed the pink painted sniper and began firing as soon as he saw the sniper that was taking aim from the other end of the hallway.

"Hit the deck!!!"

Used to his orders the three men went to ground as Ranma's bullets whizzed overhead to strike the body of man who was taking aim.

"Quick kick that door in Smith!"

***

Entering the room Smith began firing at the two snipers who were preoccupied shooting out the window, Yoshida soon joined him while Ranma and Riley covered the corridor from the doorway.

"Sarge room's clear."

Walking into the room Ranma caught sight of the too men with their gun's held in the air covered in pink and orange paint.

Shaking his head at the absurd sight Ranma continued into the room.

"Yoshida switch with me."

Approaching a window Ranma removed 4 yellow smoke grenades and handed two to Smith throwing them out at the same time, expecting Smith to do the same.

***

Crouched behind his barricade Andy watched in silence as O'Neil crawled to his position.

"Hey Nilson I don't like the looks of this, Blue Section's taking to long…. where's the yellow smoke, I ain't going with no smoke screen."

"Have some faith in them O'Neil, hell look at Murphy next to the doorway he made it across with no smoke without getting hit."

Letting out a silent chuckle O'Neil glanced at the man standing in the doorway.

"Hahaha true if Murphy I guess I can, that poor bastard seems to have the worst luck sometimes."

"That's the spirit so quite being jumpy and get back in to your position."

"Thump…. thump…"

Looking down at the object that landed between the two men Andy's eyes widened in shock, turning to O'Neil he saw the man already gone.

"O'Neil wait it's not a…"

"Fuuuuuuuuck Grenade!!!!!"

Dashing out of Andy's cover O'Neil was mowed down by sniper fire from the third story.

"…a grenade."

Shaking his head at the senseless waist Andy looked down at the grenade before a metallic ping disgorged the yellow smoke into his face.

"…Hack…. hack…. c'mon Red Section let's get in there and do our job!!!!"

Grabbing the grenade Andy hurled it in front of the charging men, adrenalin pumping through his head the only sound he could hear was the distant thumps of his heart beat echoing in his ears.

Jumping over his barricade Andy tripped over an object before he pushed off as hard as he could, failing to notice the object was O'Neil due to the haze of the smoke.

Placing his boots on the downed man's groin and using them as a launching pad to boost him forward like a 100m runner does with the starting blocks…minus the spikes Andy continued his charge never noticing the squelching of his departure.

***

Tendo residence…

Looking down at the yellow piece of parchment Soun Tendo broke into another bout of tears as he re-read the cursed letter.

-------

Soun,

Change of plan, Ranma's died. Coming over soon, expect me in two months.

Genma.

------

It had been twelve years since he had received the letter and still no word ha come from Genma during the intervening years.

"Old friend where are you?"

Looking at her `father' Mara gripped the knife even harder in her hands as she set about hacking the vegetables.

`Why me? Why am I stuck in this god forsaken place, c'mon just cause I played a little prank the almighty had to go and banish me into this body until `I've Learnt the error of my ways'…hah! I'll be back and then they'll get it….'

Mara's little prank involved upgrading the Yggdrasil to Windows XP…. how was she to know it would crash from an over load of internal `bugs' forcing them to buy the next version and so on and so forth.

***

Somewhere in China…

Genma ran, he ran cause if one looked behind him you would see a boy in a red yakuta springing from tree to tree golden eyes glowing, snarling at the fleeing man exposing his prominent fangs…the most striking feature about this boy was not his eyes but the flowing mane of platinum hair billowing in the air as he gave pursuit.

"Come back here old man!!! Give me the Shikon No Tama shard… you don't know what it can do!!!"

`Damn that man, Kagome was right we she said she could sense the last few shards here on her time.'

Opening his hands Genma stared at the glowing piece of splintered glass he had found embedded in a tree back in India.

`Hmmmm I wonder how many dim sum's I'll get with this.'

Drooling at the prospect of his next meal Genma failed to see the warning sign proclaiming a cliff face… not that it would have mattered a lot since the sign was in Chinese and the only other language Genma new outside of Japanese was a few phrases in English; "Give boy for food." Was the extent of his `vast' library.

So thus Genma found himself falling towards a valley full of pools with bamboo shoots sticking out of their centres.

`…. come to think of it I did need a bath, haven't had one since swimming across that damn English Channel…'

***

1 week after the paintball match…

Walking back towards the barracks after having a lesson from Integra on how to use a computer Ranma gazed at the starry night catching a glimpse of a shooting star streak across the horizon.

`It's a great night out tonight.'

Stretching out the kinks in his body Ranma hefted the familiar weight of his katana, only having just got it back. For some reason Walter couldn't meet him eye to eye when he asked why he hadn't reminded Ranma of the swords' location all those months ago.

`Oh well, he must have had some good reasons…I might as well get some training in before heading back.'

Stepping back into a Battou Jutsu Ranma morphed his clothes into his hunting `whites'. Feeling the silk press against his skin Ranma remembered the last time he had worn the outfit as he began going through his initial kata.

***

1 day before arriving at Hellsing…

Walking down the street Ranma stood out in the crowd of Europeans in his vibrant white silk clothing contrasted against their drab dark toned woollen clothes.

Looking into a mobile phone shop Ranma gazed at the palm sized electric devices in fascination.

"I've always wanted one of these."

Reaching his had into his pocket Ranma felt around for the wad of cash Alucard had given him a few years ago…never finding a use for it until then.

From inside the store the female sales accountant saw the handsome Japanese teenager staring at the window selection of phones.

`...yummy...'

Licking her lips once before stepping out from her counter she beckoned the young man in.

***

Stepping in Ranma saw the brunette woman adjust the tight top she was wearing `accidentally' exposing a generous amount of cleavage to Ranma.

Averting his eyes Ranma attempted to quell his hormones that he had been battling since he reached puberty, to his dismay Alucard just laughed his problem off saying it would fix itself.

"How can I help you sir?"

"Ummmm...yes you can, I'm after a mobile phone."

"Any brand in particular?"

"Nup."

"Price range."

With a deft shake of his head Ranma pulled the wad of bills out of his pocket, only just then realising exactly how much money Alucard had given him.

Eyes boggling at the sheer number of 100-dollar notes in front of her the sales accountant could only sum her thought in one word.

`Holy... shit.'

Make that two words.

Walking woodenly towards a drawer below the front desk she brought out the mobile phones that were reserved for the more up market class of people, phones that weren't even meant to be released for a few years were within the drawer.

Ranma watched the woman go behind the front desk and bring out a selection of phones held in velvet casings he could only stare at the different styles and sizes of the phones and the large price difference between those in the drawer and those on display on the outside.

"Any particular styles sir?"

"I'm after one that can take a few knocks."

"Ahhuh… then we have the perfect phone for you, this model phone has a specialised hard case that protects the keypad while a scratch free fibreglass protects the LCD screen. It is also equipped with a micro GPS system and can connect with most Radio Bands. This phone is designed to be mishandled"

Picking the phone up from the woman's hands Ranma reflected on the night black phone that had an apparent solid casing with no key pad but a blue Liquid Crystal Screen flashing picture perfect photos and TV shows.

Hefting the near non existent weight Ranma came across a button on the side, pushing it caused a portion of the upper layer to come sliding down to reveal a key pad.

`…nice…'

"I'll take it."

"Are you sure sir?"

Staring at the $5000 price tag the woman couldn't believe a person would just buy it cause the phone had a sliding casing.

Thinking about it for a moment Ranma scratched his head, she's right it might get broken.

"On second thought…."

Letting of a sigh of relief that no one was that flippant she reached out to take the phone back.

"…. I'll take another one as well, you never know I might loose it."

With quaking hands she removed a second phone of the same type before taking the appropriate bills from the wad of cash.

***

With a lighter step Ranma re-entered the hustle and bustle of the main street twirling his new phone on his hand.

Walking past a group of youths dressed in clothes a few sizes too large for them Ranma accidentally knocked the shoulder of one of the boys'.

"Hey what's your problem dickhead."

Stopping in his tracks Ranma stared curiously as the rest of his gang members flanked the offended boy.

"I said what's your proble…."

"I head you the first time."

Every moment he spent looking at the gang members Ranma's disgust for the bullies grew. Over the years Ranma's tolerance for people that used force unjustly had eroded to a Gelignite temper.

"I have no quarrel with you."

As much as he wanted too Ranma new he couldn't vent his anger, it would only lower him to their level.

"Quarrel…. hahahaha…do you hear that guys…this gimp…hahahaha…has no quarrel with us…"

"What a dick, make him pay for wasting our precious time man."

Still twirling the phone in his right hand Ranma looked at the leader of the group.

"I don't want a fight."

Approaching Ranma the leader placed his hands in his pockets.

"You've missed the point fuckstick, we don't want a fight all we want is that pretty little phone you've got there."

Holding the phone up in his hand Ranma presented it to the youth.

"You mean this phone?"

"Yes."

Retrieving his hands from his pockets Ranma saw the switchblade, sensing the faint odour of blood Ranma could tell it was a well-used knife. Hearing more swishing and clinking sounds Ranma saw that the other youths had pulled out various chains and knives

"... okay then here you go… you…can…. HAVE IT!!!"

"*SMACK*!!!

Closing his fist around the small phone Ranma sent his fist into the youth's face, leaving his lower jaw at an odd angle to the rest of his face as shards of broken teeth dribbled out with spurts of blood.

Looking down at his fist Ranma saw that the phone was un-harmed.

`Hey! She wasn't lying… cool."

Pulling his arm back Ranma threw the phone at the youth with twirling the chain. Impacting with his hand the youth released the chain sending it spinning towards Ranma who caught it in his left hand.

Lashing out Ranma struck the youth with the broken jaw in the ribs with the heel of his foot from a spinning kick, creating a distinctive crunch as the youth's ribs broke under the impact leaving him literally breathless on the ground. Walking over to the stunned youth Ranma grabbed him by the arm and raised him to his eye level as Ranma whispered into his ear.

"If I ever hear that you have harmed another person in your entire life I will kill you."

Swinging the boy by the arm Ranma slammed him into a nearby brick wall. Pulling him back for another shot Ranma noted the odd angle of the elbow to the rest of the arm and the snapping sound of ligaments tearing.

Shrugging he kicked the youth's broken jaw sending the tip of his tongue on a lazy arc into the air before landing in the middle of the street and flapping around in meaty splats. Dropping the youth Ranma turned to his next opponents.

Using the chain like a nunchuck Ranma twirled it around his body before letting an end of it fling out to strike another youths' face who was carrying another switch blade. The chain entered youth's mouth from the front caving in his lower and upper front teeth.

Dashing forward Ranma lashed the chain around it's previous owners neck before leaping over his head and bringing said owner to the ground grinding his face against the harsh pavement, leaving a smear of blood as Ranma raised his head and brought it back down to say hi to Mr Pavement again crushing the cartilage of the nose.

Lifting the broken nosed youth by the hair Ranma looked at the delirious youths' face that was a mangled wreck of torn skin and exposed bones. Seeing that he was still conscious Ranma uppercuted the youth with such a force that his lower jaw impacted with his upper jaw reducing what was left of his teeth to brittle shards which cut the inside of his mouth.

Watching the now unconscious youth fall the ground Ranma walked over to the now toothless youth after having been hit by the chain and kicked his right knee in creating a cry of agony from the youth as the knee buckled in.

"Here let me help with that."

"*Ka-thump*!!"

Ranma did a spin kick to the falling boys' temple knocking him unconscious.

Looking at the last knife wielding youth standing to his right Ranma smiled to himself showing the slightly elongated canines that grew from the minor presence of blood and violence.

"I'm sorry man…please don't hurt me…"

"Tell that to the people you stabbed with that knife of yours."

Staring incredulously at his knife as if it had `I've been used before' written on it the youth had enough time to see Ranma bring his slippered foot between his legs.

"…….urk…….."

Plucking the knife from the boy's weak fingers Ranma stared him in the eye.

"Tell me are you right hand or left handed?"

"…r..i..gh…t…"

"Thank you."

"Ahhhhhhh…..AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Ramming the jagged blade into the boy's right bicep sent a spurt of blood over Ranma's shirt without him noticing it.

Ranma began walking away before he smelt blood on himself and saw the growing stain on his shirt. Clicking his fingers as if he remembered something he walked back to the screaming boy and gave the knife a swift twist; feeling the tearing of sinew Ranma smiled at a job well done.

"That was so you won't hurt anyone else again…now this is for my shirt."

Elongating his index's fingernail into a claw Ranma pushed it into the youth's right hand till it was fully impaled splattering blood across the concrete. Dropping the youth Ranma looked around at the group.

"I hope you learnt your lesson to never pick on a man dressed in white and carrying a mobile."

Unable to comment since they had all passed out from pain Ranma shrugged his shoulders and recreated his shirt without the bloodstain.

Whistling to himself Ranma began to retrieve the weapons breaking each one as he returned to where he saw his phone last.

Spotting the glossy black Ranma picked it up and checked for damages ad finding none.

Pressing the side button Ranma keyed in a series of numbers before he slid it close and began walking away picking up the words as an oh so familiar guitar tune started emanating from his mobile.

-Bad to the bone-

Pulling out sunglasses from somewhere as the song started up Ranma placed them on his face slowly before admiring his handy work for a few moments and walking away.

"Bah nah nah nah nah…bomp bomp…. bah nah nah nah nah…he was bad… bah nah nah nah nah he was bad to the bone…bah nah nah nah nah…. bad to the bone…"

Leaving a shocked crowd who had witnessed his brutality in handling the local thugs Ranma continued on his way.

Pushing his way through the commotion an officer saw the battered bodies of the youths and saw Ranma's retreating figure.

"FREEZE!"

He called to no avail as Ranma rounded the corner still walking casually with his hands in his pocket singing Bad to the bone.

Hand on his gun the officer gave chase.

Coming around the corner all the officer saw was the crowded street with no sign of the boy in white.

"Shit… now how am I gonna file this?"

***

Coming back to present-day thoughts Ranma brought a halt to his kata and re-sheathed the sword.

Smiling all the while at the fond memory of buying his first mobile phone and teaching the thugs that being a bully can be an unhealthy business.

Speaking of which Ranma reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone he had bought. Pressing the familiar button sent the cover sliding down.

`… gotta love it."

Entering a set of numbers Ranma waited for the dial tone to connect.

"Yaaah."

"Blade its Ranma."

"Hey kid what's up?"

"Just thought you'd like to know that my graduation ceremony is coming up in a few weeks before I'm accepted as a full knight…wanna come?"

"Sure I'll be there on the next plane. Anything else I should know?"

"When you arrive try not to kill every vampire on sight, some won't be as forgiving as I was."

"Got it, I'll see you soon."

"Till then. Live free."

"Die well…beep… beep… beep"

Going through a list of numbers he realised it was going to be a long night of calling friends.

`Why did Alucard have to take me to see so many damn people.'

[Because my apprentice I had to train you and they had more experience with fledglings like yourself]

Looking up Ranma saw Alucard sitting on top of a lamppost.

[Will you take any more apprentices master?]

[We shall see my apprentice only time and circumstance will tell.]

Tossing a blood bag to Ranma Alucard turned his gaze back to the moon and stars.

[For now let us drink together and enjoy the night.]

"As you wish my master."

Ripping the bag Ranma began to sip the familiar red liquid, the iron taste mixed with the essence of life.

Laying back Ranma reached a hand out as if to grasp the stars.

`Vidi Vini Vici, Quintan In Me Fute…Carpi Diem.'

(I came, I saw, I conquered, I did the best I could and I seized the day.)

***

The End… for now

Author's notes:

It's nearly time to go kick some vampire butt…hahahaha…. look out Nerima here comes RANMA!!!!

I'm open to ideas to cameo character's Ranma can pick on throughout this series.

Review away fanfic readers.

C&C to Shinzuru@westnet.com.au