Spike was finishing dusting the books when his mind began to wander. He looked outside and saw that there was a full moon out tonight. He'd been planning this night for weeks. Everything was perfect. He had his alibi (He told Twilight he was heading to the movies),he had the location set and most importantly, he had chosen his victim.

Spike started to get chills. Even though he done this before, it still feels like his first time. He snapped back to reality and continued to dust. He looked at the clock every five minutes, wishing it was eight o'clock already. Finally after minutes of staring, the ticked to eight.

"Twi, it's eight. I'm off to the movies!", Spike shouted.
"Okay. Have fun and be careful!", Twilight shouted back.
Before Spike grabbed his jacket and walked out, he shouted: "You know me!"

It was a dark summer night in Ponyville. The streets were practically empty, with the exception of a few ponies heading to the movies. There was a dense fog in the air, like something from a horror movie. It's perfect weather for stalking prey, which was lucky for Spike. He needed this fog.

He walked passed the theater and made his way to an alley between Sugarcube Corner and The Haystack Inn. He made his way to a garbage bin and pushed it a few inches to the right. Under the bin, was a manhole. Spike pulled it up. Taped to the bottom of it was small bag. He opened the bag and pulled out a syringe and a camera.

He put the manhole back on and pushed the bin back on top. Spike then exited the ally. He checked to see if his camera still had film and it did. He then preceded to check the syringe to see if it was full, which it was.

He made his way west of Ponyville, until he got where he needed to go. It was a small cottage near Everfree forest, which would make his trip easier. If his studies were correct, his victim will leave this house at exactly eight-fifty.

Spike looked at his watch, it was eight-fifty one.
"Huh?", the dragon said to himself.
"That's odd. He usually leaves around ei-
"See you tomorrow Thunder Lane!", somepony shouted from the cottage.
"Y-yeah, ce yar tomeree!", Thunder Lane shouted.
"Off by two minutes", Spike whispered to himself.

One look at this pony and you could tell he was drunk. This made Spike's hunt all the more easier. He got up from behind the trash cans, and followed Thunder Lane from a distance. The fog was thick, so nopony can see Spike or Thunder Lane.

Spike then decided that he waited long enough. He cut thru an alley and before he knew it, he was standing in front of his victim.
"Hey *hicup* ya ugly furker. What are y-"
He was cut off by by Spike's syringe when he jabbed it in his throat.

It was seconds before Thunder Lane collapsed on the the ground. Spike put the syringe back in his jacket pocket and lifted Thunder Lane on his back. Spike is stronger than he looks. He fakes the whole puny dragon thing. He doesn't know why, but he continues with the charade.

He carried Thunder Lane (without anyone noticing) into Everfree forest. He had to hurry. The tranquilizer has only an hour effect. Now, Spike had only forty-five minutes until he wakes up. After another twelve minutes, Spike made it to the location. It was a familiar hut in the middle of the forest. The reason the hut looked familiar, was because it use to belong to a dear friend of his, Zecora.

She wasn't dead, mind you. She just moved to a different part of the forest. Her hut was completely abandoned. Spike reached underneath a small rock and pulled a key out. After unlocking the door, he placed Thunder Lane on the table (which was covered on plastic along with the whole room) and grabbed a box of plastic.

He wrapped Thunder Lane under three feet of plastic. After securing him, he walked to the loose floorboard in the corner. There, he kept his tools: A hatchet, drill, trash bags, extra boxes of plastic, a saw, and a hammer.

He grabbed his hatchet and his camera. He sat down near the table. He waited until his watch said 10:15. After time was up, he stood up and took Thunder Lanes picture. The flash of the camera woke him up. He looked scared. He tried to turn his head, but the plastic wrapped around his forehead prevented him to move.

"He-hello?!", the pony said nervously.
"Is anypony there?! HELLO?!"
"Right here dumbass", Spike said.
Spike walked closer to the table so he could him.
"Spike!? What the fuck man!? Get me the fuck out of here!"
"Afraid I can't do that Thunder Lane."
"What!? What are you talking about!?
"Try to remember Thunder Lane. Use your pea-sized brain to remember.

After a few seconds of thinking he spoke up.
"Are you fucking serious!? Just because I pick on you!? Grow some fucking balls, you pussy.
Spike gagged his mouth with tape to prevent him from talking.

"That is one of the reasons Im going to kill you Thunder Lane. The other is because, its in my nature."
Thunder Lane looked confused.
Spike then grabbed a stool to sit down.

"You see.....Im a Dark Dragon."
Thunder Lane looked even more confused.
"Dark Dragons are a rare kind of dragon. They come around once every century. They are so rare, that only one pony managed to study them, Princess Celestia. She discovered that when Dark Dragons hit puberty, they desire not gems or items, but murder. They need to kill. It's in their nature. My mother was the last of their kind until I came around. Celestia took me in when I was an egg to study me. She thought I would be a normal dragon since my father was, so she had her student, Twilight, take care of me. Boy was she wrong."

Spike reached for his hatchet and looked into Thunder Lanes eyes one last time.
"You should be proud, you're going to be my 50th victim. This one is for the books."
With a swing from above the hatchet fell on Thunder Lanes throat. Blood was spewing like a fountain. Thunder Lane was trying his best to scream thru the tape, but it was futile. Spike then continued to ram the hatchet on his neck until his head became severed.

Spike then used the saw to dismember the body into pieces. After that, he threw the pieces into the fireplace and with a mighty breath, he breathed into the fireplace and watched the pieces burn. He then tore the plastic off everything and tossed it into the fire.

After cleaning his tools and putting out the fire. He reached for a garbage bag and proceeded to put the pieces inside. He carried the bag outside, then locked the door. He made his way to a pond where nopony ever goes and tossed the bag in the pond.

"Welcome to the group", he said quietly. After exiting the forest, he took the film out of the camera and tossed it along with the empty syringe a garbage can. He walked back to the library, checking himself to make sure there was any blood on him. And as usual, there wasn't. Spike was always careful when it came to this. He didn't want to get caught (then again, who would want to get caught?) If he did, he would be taken away from Twilight and studied on, or worse be hanged for his horrendous crimes. He doesn't want to lose Twilight.
She's the only reason he's still alive. He would've taken his own life years ago. But after thinking of her, he thought of how miserable she'd be if he died.

Spike opened the door to the library and saw Twilight reading a book on turning animals into ponies.
"Hi Spike. How was The Evil Mare marathon?", she asked.
Spike walked to Twilight, gave her a hug and a kiss and said: "Eh....it was okay. A little gory for my taste.

.....to be continued.

[Hope you guys enjoyed my fanfic. If you like the story, please by all means, comment below. As we speak I am currently working on Chapter 2. I won't give much away, but the name of the chapter is called: My Fake Mask.]

Author's Note

Hope you guys enjoyed my fanfic. If you like the story, please by all means, comment below. As we speak I am currently working on Chapter 2. I won't give much away, but the name of the chapter is called: My Fake Mask.