[FFML] (R1/2)(VC)Teaser for Immortality 3

Minna-san,

As you can plainly see here, I'm back. Let us not discuss the reason why I left, let it be said that I let my personal life affect my writing. Being that I consider this a breech of personal work ethic I appologize and promise to try not to let this occur again. I would like therefore to present the list with a taste of things to come...

"Run!" he cried, pushing the one he loved away from him as he turned around ready to face the slavering hordes that hounded them. The girl looked back, concern, fear and pride warring for dominance inside of her. She was a martial artist of some skill while he was not; he should be the one to be protected and not her. So why was she unable to move? Not forward to safety nor backward with her protector... she stood motionless until she felt herself borne away, strong arms held her safe as she was whisked toward safety. It was only later that she noticed tears had streaked down her face during those horrifying moments.

Tetsuya smiled as he thanked the unknown stranger who took Akane away. He closed his eyes and stood his ground awaiting his fate, he knew he could not fight but hoped that somehow his death would somehow give Akane and her unknown savior more time to escape more time to increase the distance between them and the monsters that followed. He whispered her name one last time before the horde fell on him with fangs and claws and then there was pain...

Jiro Maeda presents
A Rumiko Takahashi/ Anne Rice inspired fanfic
Immortality
Act 3: Bonds of the heart

Disclaimer, The characters and situations involving vampires and their like are owned by the infamous Anne Rice and whoever she sold them to. The crazy bunch of martial artists living in Nerima, their quirks and circumstances and events involving them are owned by Rumiko Takahashi. The other characters exist only in the mind of the author and is not intended to resemble any person living , deceased or undead. No amount of money was made in the production of this fanfic.

In a ch�teau near southern France, two individuals waged battle. A young man in a matching silk suit and pants and a man in what appeared to be his late twenties dueled with swords near the cliff face of the ch�teau. The speed of their movements as they darted and dodged those deadly blades would boggle the mortal mind and would be unfathomable for mortal eyes. But this little concern did not matter to the two combatants for they are immortal, warriors who belong in the ranks of undead. The two combatants are vampires, uncrowned lords of the night.

It was then that one of the combatants stopped, his blade falling from nerveless fingers. Ranma felt it deep within that unbeating structure he called his heart. It was a strange sensation, one he felt before but not recently. Not since being turned did he feel this emotion. For the first time since being one of the undead Ranma felt fear, not for himself but for someone a whole continent away. Akane was in danger the feeling stated, making the young vampire lose concentration allowing his foe to draw first blood. "You're supposed to be one of the best of your generation my boy, this simple maneuver shouldn't have penetrated your defenses. I should know, having been beaten by you nine out of ten times in the last nights. What's bothering you?" his nemesis said, wiping the blood off his saber and calmly sheathing it. Ranma shook his head, trying to banish the feeling of dread but failing. "Forgive me Lord Lestat, it is nothing. Merely a feeling, a premonition you might say. Has there been any word from my old home?" he asked, as he sat on the grass outside the large garden.

The vampire known to his coven as the brat prince smiled, he admired and envied this young bloodling, both at the same time. Days before, during the boy's first arrival Lestat detested him utterly. But being with him, seeing him as he truly is, the Brat prince made a startling realization. He had at first glance despised Ranma because the boy reminded him... of himself. A bit more serious perhaps but that can be chalked up to Pandora's influence. But the boy was another Lestat just begging to be unleashed unto the world, oh such potential the boy had! Ah, but first, ever first, the most important lesson. 'The afterlife is a realm of wonder to be explored why spoil it with worry?' a lesson, the brat prince thought, that needs to be taught immediately. "There had been some word of monsters in Tokyo but we shrugged it off as rumor, nothing more. Do you perhaps know something that we do not young one?" he asked, his eyebrow raised in question as he moved towards a waiting side table and the decanter of cooled wine resting on its top, he turned towards Ranma as he poured. "And please, drop the title. You have more claim to being a lord than I do, being Pandora's little boy, or is it girl?" he joked, tossing the remainder of his drink over his shoulder towards Ranma who dodged rather belatedly, causing the curse to take effect. His form altered dramatically, from a young male vampire in his late teens to a buxom, redheaded human female in between 15 and 16 years of age. "Hey, no fair!" Ranma sputtered as he tried to wipe off the excess moisture from his clothes. "Playtime's over little Juliet, the sun's coming up, Uncle Lestat feels you'd like the view of the sunrise. This old vampire is heading for bed."

Ryouga wiped Akane's brow with one of his bandanas as he surveyed the lands around them. Right from the start he knew that he didn't know where he was. Nothing unusual for him but right now was as good time as ever to get lost. There was no way those beasts would have been able to follow him, erratic as his path of flight was. He looked around and noticed gigantic trees and thick foliage, definitely not Tokyo. He began to gather twigs for a fire when he noted from the corner of his eye, Akane beginning to stir. He dropped everything and rushed to her side gently forcing her to lie still.

Akane blinked away the remnants of unconsciousness as she took in her surroundings. Ryouga, she noted, was at her side. There were trees all around them, tall shrubs covered the remaining area, it was all so peaceful that she might have dismissed last night as a bad dream and yet painful reminders remained. Foremost of these was the obvious lack of a certain Tetsuya Tatsuyama in the vicinity; another was the numbness that she still felt, the same sensation she felt yesterday as she watched helplessly as the beasts came nearer and nearer. Overwhelmed, she began to cry in earnest, the ever stoic Ryouga watched on in silence vowing revenge for the pain the one he loved felt that night.

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