More snippet . I also changed the filtration setting in the previous one to 50%.
-ranmafan1
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The pigtailed vampire wanted to scream in agony at the pain he was feeling, but no voice could be heard. The light impacting his body felt like it was tearing him apart, which it essentially was. Every second was like an eternity and he desperately craved an escape from the endless torture.
Despite the pain, though, Ranma was able to hear Yukiko’s razor-sharp voice. “Enough.” Then the light ended, bringing temporary relief to the teenager. The scientist continued, “Collect a damaged tissue sample.”
A brown-haired, male scientist came over with a tray, which contained various instruments, including a dish and a knife. Standing over their captive, he wasted no time in slicing off a part of the skin where the light struck Ranma. Fresh blood flowed from the wound and while it still hurt Ranma, the pain was nothing like that of the cursed light.
The doctor was reaching for a bandage when Yukiko called out, “Leave it.” The man stopped and wordlessly picked up the tray and headed to a cylinder on the side. When it was opened, cold air escaped; he then placed the skin sample into one of the many compartments and closed the container.
‘These people are monsters,’ thought Ranma in despair, which was ironic given his own circumstances. ‘Goddamn Cologne, Azami, and whoever the fuck Garrick is. That bitch Yukiko and her bastard of a brother Yukio. And all the rest of these damn assholes in this whole godforsaken dungeon. I kill them all!’ exclaimed Ranma to himself.
“Set light filtration to 40%,” declared Yukiko, which sparked a trace of fear into Ranma.
The technician made the appropriate adjustments. “Filtration is set at 40%.”
Panic welled up in the martial artist, but none of it showed except for a slight widening of the eyes. ‘I will survive! I will survive! I will survive!” Ranma repeated as a mantra as the crystal glowed.
That horrible night was only one of many in the months to come.
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Hours later Ranma was dragged away from the torment and placed back into his cell, once again by Yukio, and without any care for his wounds. Yukiko held up the cross and whispered, ““Mobilis,” which allowed Ranma to move again. However, his body would not obey his desire in getting up and strangling them both due to his severe injuries. He did manage to speak out, though, “I’m gonna kill every last one of you bastards.”
Yukio dismissed his threat. “Ha! I don’t think you’re in any condition to make a threat, dipshit.”
His sister spoke to him then. “Yukiko, bring Specimens 1902 and 1903 to this room.”
The spike-haired youth rolled his eyes, but complied. While those remaining in the room waited, Ranma demanded, “And now what the hell are you up to?”
Looking down at the vampire, Yukiko noted, “We need to heal the wounds you accumulated through today’s procedures. Yukio is acquiring your sustenance for the night.”
Ranma paled slightly from the statement, a flashback of the dead old man appeared in his mind’s eye. He snarled in rage and cried out, “Like hell I’ll do that again!”
Unfazed by his anger, Yukio commented, “You should not be concerned about losing control again. It is not uncommon for newborn vampires to go berserk and kill their first victim. Apparently, the new instincts can be initially overwhelming.” Turning to the side, she noted, “Ah, here they are.”
After the individuals entered the room, Ranma could not help but gasp since he knew the two newcomers. Both were petite and dressed in casual clothing with one having her brown hair pulled into a short ponytail, while the other had her lighter brown hair hanging straight.
“S-Sayuri! Yuka!!” exclaimed Ranma in shock. Akane’s two friends now stood before him and were just as surprised.
Yuka called out, “Ranma!” Taking a closer look at the pigtailed boy, their eyes widened from shock.
“W-what happened to you?” questioned Sayuri in horror.
Smirking, Yukio pushed the two forward. “Dinner time!”
They stumbled slightly from the push, and looked back fearfully at the man. Sending a questioning look at Ranma, Yuka asked, “W-what do they mean, Ranma?”
The teenage boy looked away from the two, not wanting to answer. The blue-haired punk grabbed each of their shoulders with a hand and said, “Our little killer here got turned into a vampire.” Seeing their eyes widen again, he smiled, “You get it now? You’re the main course. He’s already had an appetizer before. That withered old man must not have been too filling. He kept trying to squeeze every drop even after the bastard dropped dead.”
The high school girls fearfully turned back and looked at Ranma, not knowing what to say. Yukiko interrupted their terror by saying, “As I was saying to 1897 beforehand, a loss of control is not uncommon for newly-turned vampires. There should be a significantly smaller chance of a berserker state this time.”
Sighing, Yukio stated towards his sibling, “Spoil all my fun, huh, Sis?”
Without glancing at them, Yukiko declared, “Specimen 1902. Come forward.” Sayuri looked at the woman, fear plain on her face. Apparently, they had previously heard those designations.
When the girl did not move for a few moments, Yukio pushed her forward again. Stumbling a little, Sayuri regained her footing and slowly approached Yukiko and stood next to the woman.
“Specimen 1897 will now take nourishment from 1902. Specimen 1903 is to observe the proceedings in preparation for tomorrow,” calmly announced the scientist.
Before Sayuri or Yuka could speak, Ranma uttered, “I won’t do it.”
Still in a monotone voice, Yukiko reassured him, “There is no need to fear for their safety. You should have adequate control over your instincts for the moment since your first feeding. Additionally, Specimens 1902 and 1903 were given enhanced regenerative abilities. While their capabilities do not measure up to your own, even previous to vampirification, they are sufficient such that the two can alternate as your nourishment source every other day.”
Snarling at the woman, Ranma insisted, “And I don’t give a crap about any of that. Experiment on me if you want, but leave the others out of it.” The girls looked surprised by his outburst, but the female scientist gave no emotion as usual.
“A pity,” continued Yukiko, “It would seem that they have no further use. Yukio, dispose of them.”
Smiling sinisterly, the gunman took the two weapons from his belt and aimed one of them at each girl, despite the distance between the two.
His eyes widened in panic and Ranma screamed, “Wait!!!!”
Yukiko quickly held up a hand and forestalled Yukio from pulling the triggers, who then pouted like a child. Yuka and Sayuri were both openly crying, but were too frozen from fear to do anything else.
“Specimens 1902 and 1903 were given the enhancements for the sole purpose of being your nourishment. If you do not accept their purpose, they will be replaced with other ones until you cooperate,” Yukiko patiently explained.
Ranma’s bangs were now covering his eyes. Not looking up, he relented, “Fine.”
Lowering her hand, Yukiko nodded at her brother, who wordlessly put his guns away. She then glanced at Sayuri and said, “1902, place your arm in front of 1897.” The girl complied and her body shook with each step as she got closer to the vampire. When Sayuri was within reach of Ranma, she reluctantly held out her arm.
“Proceed, 1897,” ordered the supervising scientist.
Ranma slowly raised the arm towards his mouth, which opened to reveal sharp canine teeth. And then the fangs pierced the flesh of Sayuri’s arm, bringing a wince to the girl. Throughout it all, Ranma’s eyes were still hidden behind his hair. As the blood flowed from the puncture marks, the high school girl waited in apprehension as Ranma began to drink.
After a few moments, the martial artist was gulping down the blood at an alarming rate. He then increased the strength of his hold on her forearm, which worried her further. When she began to feel dizzy from the lack of blood, her panic increased exponentially.
“R-Ranma, slow down. I-Isn’t that e-enough? Ranma? Ranma?” Her questions were greeted with silence, but he finally looked up. She froze in terror as her eyes met with his own black and gold ones.