Vampires in Equestria

Chapter 1 Night of all Night

The night shy was clear, the moon was full and the sky is full of bright twinkling stares. The moon and stars out shined all other lights in Equestria. There gentle light rained down illuminating the soft grassy field. I looked up at the dark blue night sky, looking at the hundreds of beautiful body's of light. A cool breeze ran through my red mane, and sent a chill through my body. I turned my pink eyes down from the night sky, to my wooden easel. On my easel is a piece of canvas stretched over a wooden frame. My canvas was smeared with dark blues and blacks that made up the night sky. bright whites and silvers made up the moon and swirling stars in the upper half of the painting. In the bottom Half of the painting was a green horizon made up of tail trees silhouetted by star light, and at the very bottom I had painted a grassy field that meet the edge of the forest. I lifted up a wooden tray that held several colors of paint, then I realized I had painted something that shouldn't be there. I looked at my painting and in the dark grass was a pale white abject. Am not sheer what it was, it wasn't a rock, plus I no this area quiet well and I have never seen that object there before. looking behind my canvas I searched  for the object that I unknowingly painted.

I spotted a white figure out in the grassy field. It was a pony shaped lump lying down in the grass. The pony, that was pure white, and facing away from me, and staring up at the stars. who knows how long she been siting there for probably longer then I have, maybe an hour or two. looked at him or her wondering how I didn't notice him or her before.

"I turned back to my painting, thinking out loud to my self, "well, paint what you see".

Then I took my brush in my mouth and continued to paint the mysterious white pony, adding depth, texture and shaped to the pony in the back ground. After two minutes of painting the background pony. I turned my head and looked behind my canvas to look at the mystery background pony, and over in the grassy field was, nothing. The white mystery pony siting in the field was gone. I could not see the mystery pony anywhere I looked around 180 degrees searching for the white mystery pony, and he or she was gone.

"Were did he go" I thought out loud to my self.

"she" The voice form behind me corrected me.

Startled by the unexpected voice, I jumped up a little. I turned around and behind me and only a meter away from me was a curvy, slender, pale white female pegasus pony with big bright red that sparkled in the star light. suppressed I almost dropped my paint brush.

she smiled and said in a soft voice "am sorry I didn't mean to startle you"

"no its ok" I Instinctively replied

I sly smile grow on her face as she said "were you watching me"

I replied frantically "no, you just happened to be there, and ended up in the painting"

"oh am sorry did I ruin your painting" she said to me trying to sound guilty.

"oh no Its alright am almost done anyway" I said accidently losing grip on my paint brush dropping it on the ground.

I pouted for a moment over my dropped paint brush, then I pick it up and put it into a jar of water with the rest of the paint brushes I used.The water in the jar was black and murky but it Kept my brushes from cresting over with dry paint.

"you paint a lot don't you" she asked looking at my cutey mark, witch was the forming of a star, metaphorical of the forming of a painting.

" yes I have painted my hole life" I replied

then she looked me over curiously. with a smile on her face and unsettling look in her eyes, she looked me over starting from my hooves, scanning her eyes up to my red tipped wings, then to my pink eyes, my red hair, and all over my white coat. I was like she could see my insides and she performing surgery on me with out me even knowing it. then she broke the silence.

"do you take request" she asked smiling cheerfully.

I paused for a moment before replying "yes I take request"

maybe she had seen my paintings before, and wanted me to paint her some thing.

"good, do you think you could paint a portrait of me and my friend tomorrow night" she asked with a pleasant voice.

"mmm sheer I would love to make a painting of the two of you, I mean for you" I said nervously

"good, tomorrow night at the this time, my friend and I will stop by here and you can paint the two of use" she said with a chuckle and a smile.

I had no reason to say no, I could use a few bits, plus she was pretty cutie, perhaps after wards I could ask her out to see a movie or something. I thought her request over in my head and saw no possibility it could go wrong, in fact it would be quite enjoyable to paint such a beautiful pegasus pony, and her friend. It would be a amazing looking painting, with a white pegasus up against the black moon lit sky.

"ok a'll meat you here tomorrow night and we will start" I said

"great" she said sounding very pleased

"should we discuss a price" asked try to be as polite as possible

"oh am sheer we will be rewarded greatly for your time" she said seductively brushing her tail up against me as she walked by.

she walked out in the night towards the Everfree forest. I watched her walk across the grass field and slowly diaper in the brush.

"what an odd pony" I thought to my self

After she left I loaded up my supplies on to my cart then I pulled down the grassy noel and then out of the grassy field, on to a dirt road. I began pulling my cart home. unlike most ponies I lived very isolated, the closest neighbor I have is Fluttershy and even she is quite far away. As soon as I exited the open field and enter the forest, the road became very dark. The hole world was became quite as I got farther and farther away from nighttime party and chatter of Ponyvile. It became so quite that all I could here was the sounds of the trees creaking in the wind and the sound of my carts wheels crushing gravel and sticks on the road. As the cracks and creeks echoed through the forest, a chill slithered down my spine. It felt like some one was watching me just out of my field of view. I turn my head to looking behind me and there was nothing just the shadows of the trees and the gravel road behind me. I turned my head back up the road and continued to pulled my wooden cart up the gravel road. for the past four days now I have got that feeling when traveling down the path way to my home out in past the edge of the ever free forest.

I approached my house. it was a rustic style cabin, that was worn down by time and weather. One mite ask why would I live in the most isolated part of Ponyvile truth is It was because of my father. This was my fathers house he build it with he's own hooves. It use to be his and my moms special get away in the summer time. Now that there both gone this place is mine now and I could never sell It. It is the only thing I have left of them. I parked my cart, took my canvas and brought it in side with me. The inside of my house was darker and lonelier then outside but at least it was warm and dry. Setting the canvas down on a table, I turned on a old rusted lamp. Its yellow light spread through out the living room, illuminating every thing in it. There was dust covering the furniture, which consisted of to couches, a table and a single coat stand next to the door. In the room was multiple easels holding painting of stars, the moon and planets in the sky and on the old dusty cabin wall's were many paintings of ponies, night sky's, and things you would only see in your dreams. Over in the far side of the room was a large cobble stone fire plaice, and on each side of it, are two book shelf's containing my father library. Taking the lantern I made my way up stares to my room, and then in to my bed, Its blankets were warm on my body but the old blankets it made my coat itch. I drifted off to sleep in side of my dark lonely house and a bed built for two. No one knew that that night, of all the other nights would mark the end of my life as I knew it.

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The night was dead quiet. The wind blow through the trees, making them sway back and forth, but there was no noise, no sound just the movement, movement of the tree and grass but no noise, just only silence. up above me was the moon shining a deep red light over all the scenery. Then suddenly my hole world turned icy cold. The sweat dripping down my coat turn to frost, chilling my body.

"why in Celestial Is it so cold" I said thinking out loud.

The night grew darker the moon's light became even more red, I looked at the painting on my canvas, that's was siting on my easel. In the painting the field was made up of swirls of red and black, the trees were black blurs and the moon looked like it had a disturbing pair of eyes on it. The painting over all was very surreal I couldn't understand why I would paint something some disturbing. Out in the back ground of the painting was a white figure of a pony, only something was off about it. I stared intensely at of figure, some was off about it but I could not put my hoof on it. Looking closer at the white figure I stared intensely at it examining it for a second or two. I blinked a few time to clear my vision, I took another look at the white figure in the painting it was larger, no closer. The figure had moved! I blinked, readjusting my eyes once more. Yet again the white pony was closer then before! I looked around my canvas to see what was in the grassy field behind my canvas and easel. There in the grassy night time field was a pale white pegasus pony staring right at me there was no color in her not at all, not even her eyes. Her hole body was just white like a ghost! I looked back at my canvas and her ghostly image took up most of the painting. I quickly turned my head back to the grassy field to were I thought she was, thinking that she would be mere inches away from me, and nothing was there, just an empty grass field. looking back to my paint there was nothing just the red night sky and grassy field. I relaxed my body, feeling safe for once there was no ghost pony in the grassy field just my imagination.

I stared packing up my paints and paint brushes. I didn't think they were going to show up, so I think all leave. Then I felt a chill crawl up my spine again sapling the last bit of warmth from my body. I almost when in a state of pure a panic, I wanted to run some were and hide but I couldn't get my hooves to move, its was like they were frozen to the ground. I felt something breathing down my neck from behind. I slowly turn my head and body to look behind me. behind me was the figure of a pony with a coat and main darker than night, and glowing red eyes that brighter than the moon its self. The horrifying creature of the night smiled baring its massive shark like rows of teeth. It gave off a sickening chuckle that made my hole body cringe. That creature grasped me with an invisible magical force, and began to crush the air out of my chest.

This is it, I couldn't breath. I felt my ribs snap one by one. The sickening pain of my bones snapping one by one was unbearable. I was being squeezed so tightly that blood started to pool out of my eyes. I slowly when numb and the world around me slowly went darker as my body feel limp.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK It was the morning now and some one was knocking on door. I slowly opened my eyes. The sun light that shined through the window shades, was bright enough to burn my eyes closed again. I pushed the blankets off of me then I through my hooves over the side of the bed. Standing up I began to open my eyes once more. I was blinded by the intense sun light coming in from the windows, I waited a moment in tell my eyes adjusted to the bright light of morning. I proceeded down stars and in to the living room filled with paintings and books.

"who In the hell could that be" I said thinking out loud.

No one visited me ever scene my mother and father died. If some one wanted something from me they would find me at my shop in town or send a letter. who could it possible be. I stepped over to the dark wood door, unlatched the door and slowly pulled it open. I squinted as the sun light beamed through the doorway on to my face. I tried my hardest to look outside, standing outside waiting was the purple alicorn mare known by every one as twilight sparkle. what was a princess doing out in the middle of no were, alone.

she turned looking at me, here eyes widened as she smiled.

"hello my name is twilight sparkle, I've come here searching for a rare collection of books for a friend of mine and I believe it mite be here" she said getting to the point

"mmm my name is Night Feathers" I said squinting from the sun."oh and please come in" I added.

Twilight trotted in side setting here saddle bags down on a table in the middle of the room. Her eyes scanned the room

only stopping for a second or to on my paintings. Then her eyes fix them selves on the large book shelves besides the fire place.

"BOOKS" she squeed while trotting over to the nearest book shelf.

She scan every dusty book with her large sparkling alicorn eyes. I could tell that she was enjoying her self, here hooves danced in place as she pulled out a dusty yellow book, titled Beast of the Zebra Home Land.

"so want brings you here, in more detail I mean"

"I am tracing a rare book collection for some one in need" she responded while using her magic to lift a small leather bound book, from her saddle bags.

"this rare journal as lead me to his house." she said while looking through the pages of the book.

"so what's the journal about" I asked.

"Its most likely about a fictional character and his adventures, but it contains a lot of information on cryptozoology. the journal gave some clues to where a rare collection of books mite be." she explained.

"well please have a look around" I said.

Twilight set the journal down and began to scan every book on the shelves. First she would put a book out with glee then blow the dust off the cover of the book. Then she would flip through a few pages then, with a disappointed look on her face, she put the book down in a stack of reject books.

I pick The Journal, and gave it a quick look thru. The title was journal of Adventures of a Monster Hunter, by Hunter Dane.

"The story's about the life of monster hunter, hunting a mythic race of bat pony's called vampire's," Twilight explained

"what makes you think it would be here" I asked

"The journal said that the three volumes of Codex Of Dark Mythical Creatures was keep safe in a hunting loge at the edge of the Everfree Forest. The journal is at least 40 years old maybe older and this is the only house that old in the write location " Twilight explained

"my Father was a hunter and book collector but this is no hunting loge, and his name was Jonathan not Hunter Dane, but feel free to have a look around" I said

Twilight disappointingly did not find the book collection anywhere.

Twilight frowned and said "Am sure it would here It the plausible place left to look, maybe the books don't exist, but Luna wouldn't make something up"

"Who" I asked not really paying attention

Twilight never answered my question

She began to apologize "am so sorry to interrupt your day mister ,,,?"

"Night feathers" I said

Twilight then apologized for not remembering my name. and left down the road. and with her the mystery of my missing book collection. a visit from princess twilight was a unexpended surprize and gave me something to think about for the rest of the day other than my horrible night mares.