A/N: Another chapter of my Ranma/Vampire Chronicles fic! I hope you all enjoy this chapter cause I had fun writing it! Please don't forget to review me, I live off of them! ^.^ Sorry this chapter took a long time to come out but I wanted it to be perfect. I hope you guys like it!

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Ranma crumpled up the letter and with ease threw it into the waste-paper basket. He shook his head with a smirk as he remembered the time he learned how to play basketball in gym. He lifted the lid of the white oak trunk.

His eyes widened when he reached in and pulled out a white silky Chinese shirt with a yin-yang symbol on the back. It was finely embroidered and Ranma could tell it was all done by hand and not by a sewing machine. He lightly ran his fingertips over the black and white yin-yang, feeling the thread that was creating the symbol. With care he layed out the silk shirt on the bed and reached in the trunk again to find a black tank top, black kung-fu pants and two slippers that looked like his old ones.

He closed the trunk lid and sighed. He didn't understand these vampires at all! Why would they go to the trouble to give him his favorite type of clothing and let him sleep in the most comfortable bed he had ever been on? It didn't make sense at all to him; he was too used to people wanting something out of everything they give him. Maybe they did want something, he thought. Why else would they be so nice to him?

He wrinkled his nose as he smelled something unpleasant. He blushed a cute pink when he realized he stunk and needed a bath very badly. All that sweating last night from nerves must have caused the stench. That, and probably sleeping in a very warm comforter.

He looked around the room and noticed a door he hadn't seen before. It had a small sign hanging there in Japanese Kanji saying "Bath Room". He smirked and grabbed the Chinese shirt, pants, and slippers and walked over to the door and headed into the bathroom.

A half an hour later, he walked out of the bathroom feeling a lot cleaner then he had felt before. The shirts and pants fit him perfectly like the other outfit he had been given yesterday. He even found in the inside of the yin-yang jacket that there was a pocket that held the money he needed if he wanted to by anything at the little village market that the vampires told him he could go to this morning. He glanced out the window and realized that if he didn't hurry, he wouldn't make it to the boat in time.

He heard a gentle knocking on the door and a kind old woman poked her head in. "Young sir?" She said in broken Japanese. "You come this way, yes? Boat leave soon."

As soon as she spoke, she left the room and started to walk down the hall. Quickly, Ranma followed the woman and soon they reached a door that looked like it was hidden from view of visitors. She opened it quietly and motioned him to follow her down the stairs that seemed to appear out of no where behind the door.

They walked down the stairs of the hidden passage and he noted it wasn't dark like he expected it to be but it was very well lit and looked to be well-traveled. The guys that clean the place and brought him food must use this passage, he thought. He didn't blame them, it was so steep on the outside of this little mountain that even he wouldn't dare try and climb up and down the sides - and he was a seasoned martial artist that could jump 30 feet into the air!

The passage opened up to another door at the bottom of the stairs. The nice old woman opened the door and lead him outside to a rather nice looking boat. He could tell it was taken care of very carefully. The old woman started speaking in a language he recognized as a form of French.

During with his travels with his father, he had learned many languages in order to survive in a different country. Although his father hadn't realized, he was very well educated in language but he just didn't use it all. He knew several languages; Japanese, certain dialects of Chinese, and some passable English. The only reason why he knew that the old woman was speaking French is because once his father and him had gotten lost in Hong Kong and a nice French men had lead them his home since it was so late at night.

Being the nice man that he was in Ranma's opinion, he offered to buy them some new clothes and let them wash up in his home. His father, full of greed, accepted the offer. This visit to Hong Kong was when he realized the value of Chinese silk. He realized he could be in normal clothes while fighting and not always dress in a gi. Plus, the Chinese clothes looked really good on him.

The French men had taken him to a store while his father was eating (no surprise there), and bought him a red, Chinese, silk shirt, black kung-fu pants, and a pair of black slippers; what he wore almost everyday in Nerima. The man was very kind and he seemed to know a little bit more Japanese then he knew of English so the conversation was pleasant enough.

Ranma figured he was about thirteen when they had finally left Hong Kong. The man was sad, he said that he would miss their conversations during the evening before Ranma would have to go to bed. The strange thing is, the French men never came out during the day. He said he would get horrible sunburn from it and tended to sleep during the day - he was more of a night person. He just wished he could remember the man's name, then maybe he could find him and they could talk again.

He snapped out of his old memories when the old woman gently pushed him toward the boat. He hadn't realized that she had sneaked behind him without his notice. He smiled sheepishly, knowing he was caught for not paying attention and jumped onto the boat. He sat away from the sides of the boat, knowing that one little splash could mean instant girl and scaring the hell out of the locals.

It would be pretty funny to see their faces but somehow, he doubted they would have any hot water for him to change back.

Sometime later after he had gotten into the village, he was very bored. The visit so far to the village was kind of boring but interesting as well. He saw the ways old villages used to sell stuff in markets instead of stores. But other then that he had gotten bored quickly. He had decided to find a place where there wasn't any people and started a kata.

It was one of his more complex katas that has father had taught him. Although it was pretty basic stuff for him to do, it seemed to attract some kids from the village as they sat some ways away from him as they watched with rapid attention. He noted their presence and decided he would give them a little show since they had to be just as bored as himself!

He jumped ten feet into the air and continued the kata there as he shifted and turned as he fought off invisible enemies as the children gasped and cheered as he seemed to jump right back up into the air each time he landed. Soon his kata was coming to completion as he landed on the ground from his last time into the air as he finished.

He blinked when the children surrounded him and talked to him excitedly in the language he deemed french. He looked up and blushed as he realized there was not only kids that were watching him but some adults as well. He scratched the back of his head, embarrassed now. He had no idea what they were saying but they seemed to like his little show.

He saw the old woman that had come to get him from his room and she walked up to him while shooing away the children. "Young sir is too too good in magic. Show more magic for kids?" She said in broken Japanese.

"Um," the pigtailed boy said nervously. "Uh, yeah I guess so."

For the rest of his visit, he entertained the villagers with his martial arts. Ranma had to admit to himself, he did have a good time showing off. Back in Nerima when he first came to the High School, he would show off so that maybe people would like him better. It didn't work, people just ended up being afraid of him for stupid reasons that since Kuno showed off by bullying - so would he.

These people at the village were different though. They weren't scared when he jumped thirty feet into the air with ease and hang out up there for a good few minutes doing flips, kicking, and punching. He had really enjoyed himself by letting loose and just having fun with his art and entertaining people.

He wondered if people at the circus felt the same when they did big stunts like this and performed in front of people. Though he had never been to a circus, he did glimpse at one once and the performers looked as if they loved doing what they did best - just like he himself did.

Now though, his visit was coming to an end as he realized that it was getting close to five o'clock. He sadly ended his little show and bowed when people clapped and smiled at him cheerfully. The old woman smiled at him which made him wonder if she was smiling because of what he did or because of something else. She walked up to him. "Young sir is too too good in magic. We go now back to Night Island, yes?"

He looked at her confused for a second. "Night Island?"

She nodded and spoke in the same broken Japanese as before. "Island where masters and young sir stay." The old woman started heading back to where the boat had dropped him off. "Come young sir. We leave now."

Ranma gazed at the old woman, wondering how much she knew about the vampires. Did the village name the island or did the vampires? To him, the name of the island seemed appropriate since the vampires only come out at night. He quickly caught up with the old woman and they headed back to the boat.

The trip back to the island was uneventful for the most part. He was very surprised he hadn't got splashed yet by any stray water. In Nerima, he would have changed about five times already. Maybe he finally wasn't a water magnet anymore? One could only hope, he thought.

He was lead back into the castle from the same passageway and the old woman left for a moment only to return with his dinner. She smiled at him kindly. "Young sir, here your food. Enjoy!"

"Thanks," Ranma replied as he dug into the food with his usual vigor as the old woman left him alone.

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When it grew dark out, Ranma heard the sounds of voices speaking down the hall away from his room. Thinking it could be Marius and Armand, the vampires that had taken him here, he ventured out of his room. As he grew closer to the voices he realized it was actually four voices speaking, not two. That meant two things to him; there were guests, they might be vampires that could be very hungry at the moment.

Not wanting to be someone's meal accidentally (his blood was his own alone, no one steals it from him!), he narrowed his eyes and invoked the forbidden technique called the Umi-sem-ken that his father taught him. It was one of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Art's locked away secrets.

The forbidden techniques of the Saotome School were created by his father, and some of them were very dangerous. But the technique he was using now was not dangerous at all; it caused the user to become invisible by both ki and sight. It was used by his father for the old man to be able to steal better without getting caught. You can't catch what you can't see, right?

He slipped into the room still using the technique of the quiet thief and hid in the shadows, watching the guests and the two vampires. Armand and Marius were dressed casually in slacks and shirts as they spoke with the other two guests.

He studied the two guests with curiosity.

One had much more power then both Marius and Armand combined but he seemed to have a younger appearance though not as young as Armand. Ranma knew though, that one can't judge a vampire alone on just appearance. The one with power had blonde curly hair and ice blue eyes. He seemed to have an arrogant stance and posture.

The other guest he tried to place where he had seen him before. The slightly out-date clothes that the other man wore clued him in that he was definitely a vampire but he was the weakest of the group in front of him. He had black hair that was worn long like the other man. But he couldn't see his eyes, he knew he recognized the figure somehow but he couldn't figure out when! The answer was on the tip of his tongue.

"Don't hide in the shadows. Meet some other friends of ours, would you Ranma?" Armand spoke to the wild horse as he glanced in the direction of where the boy was standing. The other vampires had stopped talking and glanced in his direction too as Ranma folded his arms and appeared near a chair by the fireplace.

"How'd ya find me? Ain't no one ever spotted me when I use the Umi-sen-ken!" He spoke as he gazed at the vampire that looked to be close to his age. He really didn't get it, how could they have found him? Only if he moved could you detect his presence by the wind shifting, but that was all.

"Your heart beat gave you away." Marius replied. "Interesting technique, something you learned in your travels?"

"Nah," Ranma smirked. "Pops taught me. It's the only damn thing I've learned from him in the last three years. S'part of the Forbidden Techniques of Anything Goes. So who's yer friends?"

Lestat quickly cut in, wanting to say his own name then have Marius or Armand say it. He was quite interested in the mortal. That technique the boy used called Umi-sen-ken, the quiet thief, was very interesting as well. Something he would have to look into, he supposed. He spoke in heavily accented Japanese. "I am Lestat de Loincourt and this is my fledgling--"

"Louis." Ranma stated as he stared at the same French man that had helped him in Hong Kong, three years ago.

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^.^ Cliffhanger! Don't you just LOVE these? I know I'm mean but I felt I went a little fast in this part so I'm gonna try and slow it down in the next chapter. I know that wasn't a very good spot to leave you all on but I just felt like being mean. ^.~

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-AlantisB