Disclaimer: Okay everyone; I don't own Ranma one half at all. Not a single character is mine…except for Vladimir. Also, the way I described how vampires are is my own.

VEINS: A BLOODY TALE
Victim 0: The Prologue

Red and yellow flames licked at 6-year-old Ranma's feet while his back was being roasted like he was in an oven from the rocket hot wall he had pressed himself up against. Tears streamed halfway down his cheeks before they evaporated in the intense heat as he clutched his father's, Genma's, pant leg. The mature man with a balding head covered up his face from the flames as Ranma cried and shouted over the roar of wood cracking "It's okay son, I'll get us out of this." A beam from the wooden ceiling fell near them, causing the six year old to cry even harder before a mysterious figure dressed in black appeared in front of them, standing in the center of the flames like a demon. He had a woman with brown hair in his arms, causing Ranma's father to gasp out.

"Nodoka! What did you do to her!" he cried out as the man tossed the woman over the jetting flames. She landed in a lump near them, her eyes closed, her face was pale and two bite marks were on her neck. Ranma cried out "Mommy!" before he let go of his father's pants leg and grabbed her arm.

"Her blood was sufficient enough for our master like we had hopped." Said the demon-like figure. Genma stiffened up considerably at the words before he screamed, "What are you talking about demon?"

"That, Genma Staotome, is none of your concern now." The mature man grunted loudly over the roar of the flames before he jumped high into the air. With his foot stretched out, he went towards the figure. However, just before they would meet, the figure produced a sword. With a sickening squish sound, Genma fell to the flame-encrusted floor, a gurgle escaping his lips. The mysterious figure disappeared just as rapidly as he had appeared while Ranma screamed out in horror.

"DADDY!" he cried out, standing up to move towards his father. There was a loud pop and crack from the ceiling as he moved towards his father, stopping halfway across due to the flames.

CRASH!

The wooden beams resting in the roof of the small dojo-like house finally gave in to the flames with a powerful force. At that instant, little Ranma was on his back, a large wooden beam crushing his small frame. Pain burst through his body like fireworks, instantaneous and he screamed out in his high voice. He quickly felt something wet and sticky form under the beam and on his pajama's as flames of the fire danced close to his head. More tears poured from his eyes as a whimper escaped his lips. He was going to die, right then and there. There was another crash, this time closer to the door and another high voice he recognized.

"Hey Ranma!" called out another 6-year-old boy with a mop of shaggy black hair on his head. Ranma tried to call out, however the beam cut off his oxygen so just a moan escaped. Suddenly the wooden beam was lifted off of him and tossed to the side by where the hallway was. Ranma sucked in a shallow gulp of air as a man with his shoulder black hair pulled back by a bandana kneeled down. With strong hands, he gently picked up the small boy while the other checked on Genma.

"Dad," he said, standing up, his hand covered in red liquid. "Mr. Staotome's-"

"Not now Ryoga." The man snapped, walking back towards the door. "We've got to get Ranma-san out of here." Ryoga didn't say anything else, just fallowed his father out of the door. The cool breeze of the night shocked Ranma so much that he gasped and clutched the man's black shirt tightly. Off in the distance, the sound of a winning siren was heard over the muted fire. The man placed little Ranma on the grass far away from the burning building, as Ryoga looked over his shoulder and a woman in a tight dress holding an infant walk up towards them. Her long dark brown hair was tied into a loose bun and the baby was silent as she said "Akido, what happened?"

"Mom, a beam fell on top of him. Both of his parents are gone." Stated Ryoga flatly. The woman gasped before the man said "Yes, and Ranma-san will not be with us much longer." Ranma continued to cry, the salt water slowly filling up his ears until everything was mute. He tilted his head to remove the water and felt a stinging pain in his midsection. The dirt and the grass underneath him was quickly turning a dark shade of red.

"Oh my. What are we going to do?" asked Ryoga's mother.

"I…I don't know Enzeru." Ryoga's father stated. "Maybe we could…give him our blood." Ranma gasped out, startling the small group. It was getting harder to breathe and things were starting to turn into a more solid blackness than the night could provide. As the siren's whine grew louder, Enzeru nodded and Ryoga said "I'll do it." He quickly took his father's place at Ranma's side and rested his hand on the boy's shoulder. He licked his lips with a sandpaper tongue and said "Ranma, do you trust me?"

"Ryoga, you're my…best friend." Ranma replied, more pain filling his chest.

"Okay. I can save you, but it will be painful for a while and you won't be able to live the same way again. Do you trust me enough so I can do it?" Ranma only nodded in response. The world was becoming darker and darker.

"Ryoga, do you think you can do this?" asked Akido, placing a hand on the young boy's shoulder. He nodded before his father removed his hand and stepped back. Ryoga opened his mouth to reveal two long fangs in the middle of his normal teeth.

"Get ready." He said before he bent down over Ranma. The injured boy clenched the grass underneath him and the adults watched as Ryoga sank his fangs into Ranma's neck. More blood poured and Ranma screamed out. The pain was even more saturated than the one he had received from the fallen beam. He screamed louder, but didn't even move a muscle as the blood started to flow into his friend's mouth and Ryoga's venom went inside the injured boy.

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Hi everyone! Well, I've been meaning to do a vampire story, and here it is, on All Hallows Eve even. Which reminds me, HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! This prologue is just a little taste of what this story is going to be like, but I'm hopping it's not going to be too boring. If anyone has a good idea for this story, just leave it in the comments or send me a message and I'll see what I can do. Well, I'll see ya later!