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Cured

by

Cute Neko Hibiki



    I am, or was, Ranma Saotome. I remember it all so well. I was searching 
for a cure to my curse, and I found one.

    It was similar to Happosai's splitting incense.

    But this one split me and my cursed form into physical bodies.

    I kept my personality, and my female form developed a female personality 
of her own.

    You'd think that I would be happy, wouldn't you. I mean, I have what I 
was searching for. I was -cured-.

    How foolish I was. How foolish we all were. I thought I had found 
heaven, but I would soon experience hell.

    We should have realized something was very wrong when my cursed form 
seemed to know so much. She was -much- smarter than I was. She seemed to 
have great knowledge somehow.

    Nabiki had joked and said maybe she absorbed what Genma had tried to 
beat out of me.

    The others had accepted that and decided it was true.

    Ranko, my cursed form, decided she was my sister. She boldly marched up 
to me and told me I was her brother. That she was grateful for being brought 
into this world.

    And that she would -protect- me. That I was -her- brother right now.

    The look in her eyes should have tipped me off right then and there.

    But it didn't, and there was no way we could have known.

    A few days later, when it was night and everyone else was asleep, I was 
on the roof when Ranko came up to me and told me it was time for her to pay 
me back.

    I asked her what she meant, and she said that her body had finally 
finished the changes, and was now ready.

    I asked her "Ready for what?"

    And she answered by holding on to me and said "This.", and then she 
kissed my neck.

    At first I thought she was seducing me, I mean I was the great, studly, 
manly Ranma Saotome.

    This thought fled when she plunged her fangs into my neck, and started 
to drink my blood.

    I passed out, and when I awoke a few nights later, she told me she had 
turned me into a vampire.

    It turns out that the personality my female form developed, was really 
the spirit/soul of an ancient vampiress who had escaped from Hell.

    The object that cured me, had summoned into Hell.

    She told me that she cared for me, that we were brother and sister, and 
the she would always watch out for me.

    But, she told me that she would not share me with anyone else.

    Then she told me that I had to feed.

    She dragged a girl into the room, and pressed my mouth against the poor 
girl's throat then.

    I couldn't help myself, my body automatically sank my fangs into the 
girl's neck and drank her lifeblood.

    I tried to stop, but I could not, no matter how hard I tried then.

    She urged me on, telling me to drink all that I could and be satisfied.

    I will never forget the look in Akane's eyes as I drained the last drops 
of her lifeblood and she fell really lifeless.

    Ranko then told me that the others had been 'taken care of' and that I 
was hers now.

    Hers, and -only- hers.

    She then took me from the blood-soaked graveyard that had been Nerima.

    I couldn't believe what I saw now.

    The streets ran red with blood completely.

    I would later learn that no one in Nerima had survived.

    Ranko took me

To Be Continued...



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