Things Are Alive

"It must have been a hard, but can you tell me anything about the pony that did it?" Twilight had asked me again. I had to keep telling her that I hadn't; it was starting to weigh down on my mood.

"Twilight" -I sighed again- "the pony was wearing a mask and hat, please, can I go home and sleep now," I plead faking how tired I was.

"I'll escort you home, just in case…" she trailed off not wanting to say anything."In case that pony tries to kill you."

"Thank you, Twilight" she lead me home while I sulked. You're probably asking yourself by now what is going on; my name is Octavia, I'm a Cellist who lives- "had lived" - in Ponyville with my best friend Vinyl Scratch.

After getting me home Twilight had told me she was going to have at least one of the Elements of Harmony watching my house at all times; all within screaming distance. Once she was gone I descended the stairs to the basement; the place where it had all started.

The memory was still raw in my heart; just like the interjecting voice was taring at my mind. This was where I had nearly been killed and was made to watch as Vinyl Scratch was killed, and it was just a warning.

I still felt uneasy while trying to convince myself to continue to search for an answer to why; why had Vinyl been killed? I knew my thoughts were wandering to my best friend- "more like lover" - that voice again.

The voice was right despite how much the words it said hurt; we were living together and had gotten curious. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened and only a little bit of an imagination to figure out how but I digress…

That thing that had killed Vinyl wasn't what I would call a pony; I don't know what it was. When it had spoke to me after the act was completed it's voice was nothing more than harsh whispers, "Keep searching and I'll do worse to you."That voice wasn't pony when it bashed Vinyl's skull in.

I felt a pain in my neck and put a shaking hoof to the two small cuts that were there; they felt like they were on fire every time I thought of them. I don't know when I had got them but with them came a sudden sickness; I couldn't go out in the sunlight for to long because it would start to hurt. I had tried sunscreen, staying to the shadows, and even jumping into a pond wouldn't stop the pain.

I couldn't stand being in the basement any longer and went up the stairs headed for my library; when I opened the door my heart stopped at seeing the impossible.

"Are you up for a round tonight, Octy?" I didn't know what I wanted to think; I just told myself that I was seeing things. In front of me was the dead Vinyl looking as if she had just woken from a night of rest; something felt off. When she moved I could feel my heart pound hard in my chest; the mirror was empty of her form. I screamed out in a sudden fit of terror.

Or at least I had tried to; she had her hoof in my mouth and was leaning in close to me with a sharp whisper "you're dense, Octy. How long have we been living together?" - "almost two years" - "and how long have we been marefriends?" - "seven months" - "well?" I didn't answer and felt the two cuts scream in agony; I was trembling.

When I didn't answer she suddenly snapped and grabbed my foreleg; I broke from her grip by some miracle and ran for a hiding place. I hid in my room, under the bed, with my eyes covered and closed tightly; I hoped that would prot- "I can smell you Octavia" - my full name, she was mad. I held my breath as she came into the room; she left and I let out the same breath.

"Nice try, Octy" I was ripped from under the bed and forced onto it; she had a powerful grip as she pinned me to the bed. I couldn't scream from the sudden terror; her fangs were just as white as her coat if they weren't whiter. I trembled under her when she started kissing my neck; perfectly on the wounds "you have such a velvety coat." I was trying desperately to break from her grip, and then I felt it.

She bit into my neck hard; a scream was caught in my throat at this pain. I could feel the blood draining from the wound as her teeth left the bite. She was looking down at me; her eyes were red… and hungry. I was desperate for the pain to stop and hoped I could snap her out of it; I kissed her hard almost gagging on the blood. I lost the kiss shorty after and stared up at her with glassy eyes.

"I-if it ma-a-aters" - I could barely speak - "I-I'm g-glad i-it was y-you who t-t-took my li-i-ife" my vision was going black at the blood loss; I accepted my fate that I was going to die at my lover's hooves "goodbye Vinyl Scratch" was my last faint whisper to escape my lips before everything went black.