Twilights End

The dance floor was crowded as Asher and I danced to the music. I moved with him, his arms
around me, my back pressed to his chest. We danced, enjoying each others company while
waiting for my guests to arrive. When closed the dance floor was plain, but now it is alive with
activity. The band on stage played as the crowd moved to the hard rock music. The club was its
usual level of gloom and glitter with a heavy Gothic atmosphere accented by the red neon signs.
I hadn't intended for it to look like that, but I let Asher, Jean-Claude and a local artist have fun,
and this is what I got. I was surprised at first but I like it. My fears that my prey would not show
and thus ruining my fun were alleviated when I saw then walk in the door. Asher saw them as
well.

"Is that them?" He asked as he kissed down my neck stopping at the junction at the shoulder.

"Yes." I whispered my throat too dry to talk. I closed my eyes and surrendered to his actions. If I
was going to put on a shocking enough show, this was a great start. So I let Asher continue, not
that I wasn't enjoying it, as I felt my former friends and family move toward us. Asher's kisses
lingered moving up and down my neck, teasing until he set his jaw and sank in his fangs. My
body was washed away in sensation. I was drowning in a sea of pleasure as Asher fed; each
swallow dragging me deeper into his sensual abyss. Asher released me and had to catch me from
sagging bonelessly to the floor, pleasure radiating every nerve in my body.

I came to my senses with my feet on the floor and my upper body cradled in his arms, my face
pressed into his chest. I knew exactly how this looked to my former family and once they got all
the details the scene would haunt them.

They deserved everything they got here. Asher helped back to my feet. Once standing I
immediately checked myself to make sure nothing was out of place. My hair was pulled back
into a tight, high pony tail, but I wasn't worried about my hair. My clothing was the issue. I wore
a black vinyl cat-suit that looked as if I was poured into it. My black leather high heel boots
zipped up to my knees adding enough height to make me as tall as Asher. The clothing fit
smoothly all over, but the dangerous part was that the zipper only went to my navel. The only
thing keeping my ample cleavage covered was basically a prayer, so after checking, making it
look as casual as possible I looked to my guests.

"Your guests are here Ran."

"Thanks Nathaniel." I replied. He smiled, winked one of his violet eyes at me and returned to
work. Nathaniel is one of Anita's were leopards. She kind of inherited them when she killed their
former leader. Gabriel, there old leader was a sadistic bastard who made sure all of the his
leopards were completely submissive and weak, so when Anita got them they were a complete
mess. Nathaniel was the worst of them all. His long, golden hair, youth, and violet eyes made
him a favorite of the old leader. He would do anything and take any kind of pain especially
during sex because he wasn't healthy enough to know when to stop. Anita and Micah worked
very hard to help them and now they are a very healthy group. Anita is especially proud of
Nathaniel's progress, he is finally becoming a real person. When he suggested to Anita that he
get a real job she nearly passed out from joy. She gave me a call and I hired him. He has been my
club assistant for a year now and does a wonderful job. He is still a stripper at Guilty Pleasures
with a pretty large fan following and enjoys that job for his own reasons. I have seen his show
and he is amazing. I can't help but smile at him as he walks away in a black tank top and purple
pants that match his eyes using all of the sexy grace he uses when he is at his other job. He
always manages to catch a few peoples eyes no matter what he does.

I moved back to stand next to Asher, putting my arm around his waist running my fingers along
the waistband of his grey dress pants. His blonde hair fell loosely around his shoulders settling
gently over his white dress shirt and grey jacket. He looks stunning no matter what he wears... or
doesn't.

"Hello." I said to them in Japanese and gave a small bow. When I got back up I noticed all of
them staring at my chest. I am not sure if it was my cleavage or the trickle of blood that moved
down between them from the bite on my neck, but never-the-less they were staring. I cleared my
throat and that got their attention, but they still looked a bit stunned. Oh this is going to be more
fun than I thought.

"Follow me." I got no response, maybe it was the English.

I repeated the statement in Japanese. That worked. They followed me through the crowd to the
entrance to my living quarters taking Asher's hand in mine as we walked.

The walk downstairs was relatively quick. The main living quarters of my level are pretty sparse.
A small Japanese style dining table, sat in the far left corner of the room next to the kitchen. The
kitchen was so very modern and fully stocked that if Kasumi saw it she would get very jealous.
To the right of the table are a red leather sofa love seat and a recliner. They were arranged in a
half circle around the big screen T.V. against the wall. The other walls were just plain stone with
only the occasional Asian print. I just don't have the flair for decorating that Asher and Jean-
Claude have, but with everyone standing there looking around it made me want their flair for
decorating.

I switched to French hoping none of my guests know it. "Asher"

"Yes Mon Amour?" He purred in reply making me shiver, but not from cold.

"I need to change, so can you keep an eye on them? But be careful they can be pretty sneaky."

"I remember your stories Mon Amour, I will be careful." I smiled. I should have known better,
he didn't need the warning. After blowing him a kiss I switched to Japanese and addressed my
guests.

"Please make yourselves comfortable, I will be back in a few moments to explain my invitation."
With that said I walked off to the bedroom to change. I am really not looking forward to telling
them. Do I have to? Will they find out on there own? Fuck! I hate this.



A few minutes later I emerged from feeling much more at ease. I wore a pair of black silk
pajama pants and the long sleeve top. The only button fastened was the one just under my bust
line. My hair was pulled over my right shoulder into a sloppy braid, hanging down to my knees. I
had to stifle a giggle as I watched Ryoga try to cover up a nose bleed. From where I was the
couch was a short walk; everyone had their eyes glued to me as I sauntered over, flipped my hair
behind me and used all of the grace I possessed to sit on the arm. There was a time when I would
not have gone to all this trouble to punish them, but that was then and this is now.

"I believe you have a question?" My mother was the first to speak. She was the epitome of
classic Japanese beauty and taste. She wore a gentle pink kimono with a soft blue and darker
pink flower pattern, with a light blue obi, and her dark brown hair was piled up in a loose and
modestly styled bun at the nape of her neck.

"Oh, excuse me." She spoke gently, as I flared my power.

"Yes," I replied to her as I looked around at everyone's reaction to my power. Cologne remained
unfazed, just as I expected. The others just gasped at the feeling of my power rolling through
them. I've been told that it is like being hit with both fire and ice at the same time, they had no
idea how right they were to say that. My magic is control over temperature. Ryoga's reaction
was unexpected. He had a look of complete shock and fear on his face. He figured it out. The
guy may get lost in his own house, and generally be an idiot, but the bandana wearing moron
could have moments of brilliant insight. This seemed to be one of those rare moments.

"Of course, ask away." I finished and pulled back my power.

"Who are you? Why are we," Akane's question was cut off by Kuno.

"Yes do tell oh beauteous Goddess so that I might praise thee and," It was again an effort not to
laugh as Nabiki pounded him with her own mallet. I see she married him for more than his
money. She's jealous. Nabiki has not changed much over the last two years of my absence. She
still wore that rounded bob hairstyle and still retained that look in her eyes that caused fear in
those around her excluding those with a strong will or plain stupidity. Kuno ranked in the latter.
He was dressed in a suit that screamed money. He still had that sandy short haircut and by the
look the look of him he still did not have a clue in his head.

I gave everyone a once over before answering. Akane hadn't changed at all. She was still the
cute blue haired tomboy I knew before, only her eyes were different, darker; they held great
sadness. What could have caused that sadness? Me?

I put on my most pleasant mask even though my eyes did not match his expression.

"Simple Akane dear," she looked shocked that I knew her name. Before I spoke again I sank
more comfortably into seat next to Asher. He put his arm around me, and as comfortable and
wonderful as it felt it was extremely distracting and counterproductive. Asher seemed to sense
that and moved his arm. Lets have some fun.

"You should ask Pig boy over there," I pointed to Ryoga, "he knows the answer."

Bandana boy just looked stunned and did nothing but stutter. I'd better help him or he will end
up on the business end of Akane's mallet. My braid swayed gently behind me as I took those few
steps toward Ryoga. My lips were mere millimeters from his ear as I whispered to him.

"Feel free to tell them." I told him and reenforced what I said by running my finger lightly along
his jaw from ear to chin. I then continued moving my finger down his neck and chest before
moving back to sit with Asher for Ryoga's reply. He calmed himself and was finally able to
speak.

"It's Ranma." He said softly. Everyone leaned in closer to hear him.

"What?"

"It's Ranma." He practically yelled causing everyone to fall back a bit.

Everyone of my former friends and family turned to look at me with either shock or disbelief
painted on their faces. The exception was Cologne. She gave a look of a mix of anger and
amusement. I wonder if she liked the little show so far.

"You no can be Airan."

"Why is that Shampoo?" I retort.

"He nice, no sneaky like," She paused.

"Like what," I continued, " like you." I emphasized the you, and she froze.

"How do we know you are telling the truth?" The panda asked that time.

"You could just ask the Old Ghoul, but I would also want more proof." I chose that moment to
transform. I let the magic wash over me, changing me; when it faded I looked up to my
bewildered audience.

Shampoo immediately pointed.

"You guy from police!"

"Quite true."
"Why didn't you tell us then if you really are Ranma?"

"Simple Ukyou. If I acknowledged I knew you my cover here might have been blown."

"What do you mean?" I sighed.

"My background in this country is a plant. My memories are messed up from when I got here so
any inconsistencies can be chalked up to that, but you guys pose a problem." Nearly everyone
looked confused.

"So basically you are saying we endanger your life here."

"Only if you had recognized me in front on the police, it would have been to hard to cover up."

"If you are Ranma, how would we have reacted to seeing you?" I had to stifle a laugh this was an
easy question.

"To start off with and in no particular order, Shampoo would have glomped me, Mouse would
have attacked me over Shampoo, Ukyou would also try to hang all over me, and Akane would
have malleted me for no particular reason other than being me. Soun would cry, That's all he
does, Kodachi would try to give me a bundle of paralyzing black roses and Kasumi would say
"Oh My," in her usual polite way. Ryoga and the Panda would attack me for no apparent reason.
Nabiki would try to find some new way to black mail me. Mom would flash her katana at her
unmanly son for disappearing, depending on which form I was in kuno would either try to glomp
me or smite me. Finally the shriveled pervert would try to get me in a bra." Everyone was
speechless. Akane was the only one to do anything. She walked slowly over to me and collapsed
into my lap crying.

"I am so sorry Ranma," she cried. I can't stand to see anyone cry. I cradled her in my arm and
soothed her until she finished.

"Are you satisfied now?" I said softly to her. She nodded and kissed me. I wasn't expecting this.
It was a light brush of lips but it was enough to surprise me; a few moments later she pulled
away.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time and I'm sorry it took me so long to do it."

"We were both at fault for that Akane, both too prideful and stubborn to admit how we felt." She
smiled and sat down at my feet. This is really going to hurt her.

"SWEETO!" Happi jumped from his position on the far couch, splashed me with water and
landed on my still male form. Idiot. I grabbed the runt so hard I nearly strangled him.

"You fool!" He looked shocked. "If I ever catch you doing anything like that again," I was so
angry my power started to rise into the visible spectrum. "There aren't enough screams in you to
express the pain I will put you through." He just looked amused. "Don't look so amused. I am
very creative and I had excellent teachers. I also find that I will enjoy playing with you Happi-
chan." He blanched. "Understand?" He nodded and I let him go.

"Ranma honey I was wondering?"

"Yes Ukyou." I said much more calmly than before and sat back down.

"What exactly happened between you and Happi the time you disappeared?" Are they ready to
hear the truth? Am I ready to tell them? Yes, they deserve to know everything they did to me.

"I'll tell you, but I want no interruptions. Understand?" They all nodded. "Good."