Things Are Alive

My mane was a mess when I woke up; I couldn't stand up either because I was wrapped up in my bedding. What kind of nightmare did I have last night? "Spike what time is it? no answer; that's odd.

I was still groggy when I was able to crawl out of the bedding; if the world wasn't spinning so fast… I was eventually able to walk straight and get out of my bedroom.

I stumbled through the door. This isn't my tree.

"Where am I?"

The sound of a fire alarm; Spike never burns anything.

I trip while running. I tumble down the stair case screaming.

I lay there staring at the wall.

The scent of smoke brakes my daze.

I rush to the source of the smoke; is somepony arguing?

"I don't know Octy, the toaster had just, um decided to, um eat the bread!" what? how can you burn- a sweet as honey voice brakes through my thoughts.

"Toasters don't just decide to eat bread Vinyl," I was drawn to the voice; I had to force myself away, I didn't want to be a dead pony. I started to panic.

I need to get out of this house.

Why am I drawn to Octavia?

I rush to the door and open it.

CRASH! why did the door fall off the hinges?!

I run as fast as I can while welling magic in my horn.

I can feel my heart pounding in my throat.

I released the magic and was gone.

I came to in my personal library; I had crashed into my book shelve and was in a pile of my books. One was cracked open on the bridge of my nose; I caught part of the title before starting to read; Vampyre. It was a research into the vampire myths throughout history and was talking about common abilities that they possessed in the lore.

I read the book aloud, "higher than normal strength appears quite a lot" - I rubbed my horn that somehow was still in one piece - "the ability to change form and talk to animals" - I would have to ask if they could change - "it also shows up that they have a form of advanced hypnosis."

I dropped the book with a sudden chill going down my spine; had Octavia hypnotized me? If so why does she want me to stay away? I had picked up my book and started to read hopeful.

"Hey Twilight!" I screamed and fell back when Pinkie Pie had pushed my book down to see my face. Pinkie Pie started to hop around me in a circle "whattcha doing?!"

I straightened my books "I was reading, why?"

Pinkie Pie started to stretch my face out in odd directions "didn't you hear?" I shook my head no "the 'you're not quite dead' party for Vinyl Scratch silly!" the you're not quite… is there anything she won't throw a party for? I was dragged from my books with something gnawing at the back of my mind.

Coming up on town square it hit me hard, Octavia would be there; that pony with the garnet eyes and pure white fangs. I have to get out of here. I can't be around Octavia.

I tore from Pinkie Pie's grip nearly ripping her foreleg off.

She wouldn't be able to catch me, I was to scared.

Thoughts of Octavia ran through my mind; thoughts of the curves of her body, I wanted her badly.

I screamed in my dash, and then I screamed when I ran into Applejack and Big Mac "Twilight, what-" and then I was gone.

Images of Octavia were blinding.

A pond of some kind; it didn't stop me I just kept running.

My body can't run further but still I run; I run until I pass out.

I wake under somepony's hooves.

My scream is stifled by a hoof that tastes like death; it smells it too.

Something sharp is in my side; something hot.

I try to scream but the hoof; the awful smelling hoof.

I can't thrash around; that thing is still in my side.

I try to use my magic but the other hoof is pressing down on my horn.

It hurts; my emotions are thrown around in turmoil.

I'm being hurt both emotionally and physically.

I shutter; from blood loss?

I'm gasping for air; fresh air isn't there, only the tainted taste of death.

Death?

Am I going to die?

I panic and forgot about my pain.

I thrash about under the pony; trying to keep from dying.

The pain in my side spreads like wild fire and I stop; first my sides, then my hindquarters… and soon it would spread to my forelegs… I can taste something coppery in my mouth; something warm over my tongue.

Blood, it's not mine though… that thing's blood is filling my mouth. I try to spit it out but the hoof just presses further down my throat. The blood is getting thicker, I can't breath; soon I will suffocate on the blood. I give up my struggles; it's a hopeless fight. I have no magic to use and no friend can save me now.