Chapters Chapter 1: Full Moon Once Again
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.
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.
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.
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.
After a few seconds of thinking he spoke up.
"That is one of the reasons Im going to kill you Thunder Lane. The other is because, its in my nature."
"You see.....Im a Dark Dragon."
Spike reached for his hatchet and looked into Thunder Lanes eyes one last time.
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.
Spike opened the door to the library and saw Twilight reading a book on turning animals into ponies.
.....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.
I awoke about four hours before Twilight. I've been doing push-ups for two hours and jogged for an hour. For the last hour I dusted some of the books on the shelves. Twilight usually wakes up around seven. Before, she was always the first one up, dragging me out of bed when I desperately wanted to sleep in. Those were good times. Simpler times. I missed them. My dusting came to a stop when my stomach grumbled.
"Hmmm, wonder if we have any oatmeal?", I thought to myself.
Right on cue, Twilight walks into the kitchen around 7:02. Her mane is a mess and her eyes are tired. It's been so long since I felt tired.
"Hang on I'll check." I opened the cabinet and pulled out a can of coffee. There wasn't any sugar. Note to self: While getting more tranquilizers, get sugar.
After eating we get to work. And by work, I mean me dusting, cleaning and sorting, while Twilight reads for her studies. It isn't easy being a princess. I don't complain. I like the the work. It gives me some time to my thoughts. I think of a lot things. Just random stuff. Like: "What should I have for lunch? Or the look on Thunder Lane's face last night, when I rammed my hatchet into his throat. You know, regular stuff.
Before I knew it, it was already 2:00. Couple of years ago Twilight made a schedule where I work from 8:00 to 2:00. I guess time does fly when you're having fun.
It was cloudy today in Ponyville. My favorite kind of weather in the summer, when it's not too hot. Ponyville has gotten a lot bigger in the past six years. It got bigger around the same time when Twilight became an alicorn. When she turned, she became an icon. Thousands of ponies moved down here overnight, just to be near royalty. The phase died down now, but it was already too late. The ponies who already settled here, discovered that this was a nice town. It seemed like yesterday when the town had no more than 200 ponies living here. Now, there's more than 200,000.
I as walk through town, I see many new and familiar faces. One of those familiar faces is Fluttershy with her husband Big Mac. They both got married last year. I don't think I've ever seen her that nervous.
"Hi Fluttershy. Big Mac", I said kindly.
"Okay. You two have fun", I said happily (faking it of course.)
I ran down to Fluttershy's house, but not to fast, that anyone would notice. I remember coming down here a lot. It changed a little. Instead of all the animals living inside with the two, they stay in a house like zoo right next door to the house. I made it to the front door. The spare key was under the mat (real original.) After unlocking the door, I knew where I needed to go.
Fluttershy opened a animal hospital in her house. Ponies would come from miles around, just for her to treat their poor animals.
After picking the lock to the medical supply closet, I grabbed what I needed. Tranquilizers. She uses these to help animals fall asleep. It has different effects on different animals. Say, for a rabbit, 5 hours. Dog, 3 hours. Pony, 1 hour. I don't take a lot. I take enough so nopony would notice. I grab four syringes and a plastic bag. Gotta hide these somehow and the plastic is thick enough so nopony can see inside.
I clean my tracks and locked the door behind me. After making back to town, I could a commotion up ahead. It looked serious. There was about five police carriages and an ambulance carriage. I could see tons of ponies standing behind the yellow tape, trying to see what was inside the cottage. My guess, murder. I get closer to the yellow tape like the rest of them. From looking at the yard, I could tell that whoever lived their, had a child. There were toys scattered all across the yard. My curiosity is killing me.
"Did you here?", a pony behind me said. "Somepony murdered the Graham's."
It wasn't long before an officer came to address the crowd.
I continued to walk until i saw a familiar alley. I made my way through there, made sure nopony was around, and used the tape I had stuck on the bottom of the manhole cover to tape the bag to it. After I was finished, I had time to spare.
"Better visit my girlfriend", I thought. Me...with a girlfriend. Never thought that would happen. She was there when I needed somepony. It was before I became like this. I was upset. The girl who I had feelings for, told
And here we are. Dating for four years. I rarely feel anything. But if I could, it would love. For her and Twilight. I walked the Boutique, excited to see her. I'm started to scare myself. After knocking on the door, her sister, Rarity, answered. Can't believe I like that bitch.
"Afternoon darling", she said. "Come to see Sweetie Belle?"
Sweetie came trotting down the stairs. She looked so beautiful. She had on a dress (no doubt made by Rarity.) She walked towards me gave me a hug and a kiss on the lips. My face turned red. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!?
"What're you doing here honey?", she said with her beautiful voice. "I was in town and decided to stop by and see my girl", I said calmly.
"Ugh, if we weren't sisters I'd move out", Sweetie said angrily.
Two years ago Sweetie discovered her talent: singing. She became so good, she got her cutie mark. Later, she found a job singing for the highest rated restaurant in town: Sapphires Corner. It was named for its owner, Sapphire Shores. It was perfect for Sweetie. She got to do what she loved and the pay was good.
"It's okay Sweetie. I understand. We can have dinner tomorrow. How about it?"
She looked at her watch.
I looked at my watch and saw it was already seven. Twilight was making my favorite: Jewel Sandwich. Just the thought of that sandwich made me drool.
It didn't take long for me to make it back to the library. Hmmm, I can smell the jewels from here. I walked in and dusted my feet off. Twilight was sitting at the table, watching the new TV set we got a few months back. TV's became more than just a fad here. If you had one, you had to be one of the richest ponies in all of Equistria. Now, pretty much everypony has one.
"Spike. Did you get the sugar?", she asked.
She pointed to the TV screen. The image was a familiar looking house that I'd seen today. It was the Graham's house. The words at the bottom of the screen said: Gruesome murder that has police baffled.
A news reporter came on screen to address the situation.
Twilight looked like she was about to cry. I patted her on the back, gave her a hug, then I turned my head to hear the rest of the news.
"The victims were found, strapped to their chairs with rope. The police still hasn't discovered what the cause of death is, but when I interviewed the commissioner, he said and I quote, 'This one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen in my life. We'll bring you more updates after this."
I turned off the TV. I could handle it, but Twilight looked like she was going to barf.
She got up from her seat and gave me a hug.
My stomach grumbled. I haven't even ate lunch. I reach for my sandwich and began to chow down.
So here I was again. Alone with my thoughts. The only thing I could think of is that there's someone out there who's just like me. A twisted soul.
I can't help but feel a little excited.
To be continued.......
Author's Note
Sorry if there are any misspelled words or errors. I was kind of in a hurry to finish this. Again, if you like this chapter, comment or like below. See you next time.
"The scariest monsters are the ones that
lurk within our souls...."
Most ponies would call me crazy for waking up at three in the morning. But to be honest? I don't give the furry crack of a rats ass what they think of me. I'm faster, stronger and (in some cases) smarter. If these ponies could see the real me, boy would they piss their sheets. I could kill them all if I wanted too. Burn down their house, rip their throats open with my claws as they come screaming out of their burning houses, and be back at home in time for supper. But I'm better than that. I have control. Besides, I've grown accustom to (some of) the familiar faces.
After my usual workout and dusting, I prepare breakfast for the both us (me and Twilight, if you don't already know). Lucky for me, we have oatmeal. Personally, I could eat oatmeal everyday for breakfast. But Twilight has a breakfast calander (I know right?) so everyday it's a new breakfast. I check the calender to see what on the menu today for Twilight. Thursday.....French toast.
I'm a pretty good cook if I do say so myself. "Strong, smart, handsome, and an excellent cook. Mares should be swarming you like flies", Twilight once said. Just thinking about what she said made me blush. I never saw myself to be handsome. I was always self-consceince about my looks. In fact, Thunder Lane once said that my face looked like, and I qoute: "The shit of a Ursa Major."But thinking about how he's at the bottom of that lake brings a smile to my face.
It would be another ten minutes before Twilight wakes up. Maybe the smell of Franch toast will wake her up. Hey, it's better than being woken up the sound of a buzzing alarm clock. I placed the French toast on her side of the table then flipped on the little TV we have in the kitchen. Maybe they'll have new details on the murders.
"-and nothing but cloudy days for the rest of the week. Back to you Lucille."
"Thanks Gregg. We now go Jared Locke, who has an update on the gruesome Graham murders. We must warn you, viewer discretion is advised. Jared"
"Thanks Lucille. Authorities have just discovered the cause of death for the family of four. According to the police, the family was poisoned. It is likely the family was forced to eat the poisoned item. But what makes makes this so horrifying, is that they were probably fed parts of a pony. The youngest, Sally, choke to death on one of the pieces. After the autopsy, the will identify who the ramains belong to. We'll have mo-"
I turned off the TV, the second I heard hoofs waking down the stairs. She doesn't need this. I hate to see her upset. She's surprisngly early. 20 bits says the smell of my French toast woke her up.
"Mmmmmm! I swear, Sweetie Belle is a very lucky pony, she better not let you go", she said with a mouth full of toast.
I almost choked on my oatmeal. She rarely gives me the day off. Hell, last time she did, I almost died and ended up doing a ton of favors for AJ. I was naive back then. If I ever had the chance to back in time, I'd punch that little shit in the stomach.
"You serious?", I asked
I chuckled a little.
I couldn't help but chuckle at her misfortune. I'm used to these freak-outs. The worst one that I could think of, was the time she forgot to send a letter to Celestia. If I hadn't lettered the Princess, she probably would've destroyed the entire town with her insanity. Maybe even Equestria. Before I knew it, she ran upstairs, grabbed her books, then ran out the door.
I smiled and shooked my head. Where on earth would I be without her? After finishing my oatmeal, I made my way to my room. A few years back, Twilight hired Big Mac to add another room to library for me. Sure was nice of her. My room is a typical 18 year-old's room. Bed, desk, bookshelves, and posters. But there's a little hidden secret behind the bookshelf. A hole to be exact. It's hidden behind my three favorite books; A Tick-Tock Yellow, To Murder a Mockingjay, and Starwing the Bearded and the Hidden Staff. Inside the hole is a small wooden box. Inside the box...pictures. Not just any pictures. Pictures of my victims. All 49 of them. I usually develop my films, when Twi is asleep, but I can finally get this done today when nopony is around.
I grabbed the roll of filmand made my way to the basement. I've set up my own personal red room down there. Twi knows I develop my films own there, but as far I as know, she thinks it's just a harmless hobby. She doesn't know about my camera's other uses. It usually takes two hours for the pictures to develop, but it's worth the wait. The first picture comes in. It's in me and Sweetie at Rainbow's Thunderbolt graduation ceremony. The second picture to come in, is Twilight playing with her niece in Canterlot. The third is Sweetie and her boss, Sapphire Shores. After a few more develop, the one I'm looking for comes to light. Thunder Lane. Strapped down, Asleep. Unaware of what was to come.
I packed up my photo's and placed them back in the hole behind my bookshelf. So many faces. So many lives I've taken. Soemtimes I wonder, do they deserve it? Am I monster? I think of Sweetie Belle. What would she think of me? Just the thought of her afraid of me, scares me. I quickly wiped away a tear that rolled down my cheek. What's wrong with me? I haven't been this emotional since.....since I was young. I look up at the clock and already saw that it was three. Eh....I got nothing better to do. Maybe I'll head over to Sweetie Belle's.
As soon as I walked outside I noticed the dark grey sky. Guess the weather-pony was right. I wonder if it'll ra-
"Oh, sorry there Spike!", she said as she helped me off the ground.
She took off like a cheetah on crack. I barely take two steps before I realized what I needed to get.
I'm about three blocks from Sweetie Belle's, when something falls on my head. It feels cold and wet. Rain. Better hurry bef-
About three minutes into this storm, I finally arrive at Sweeties's. I start pounding on the door as hard as I cold. I hope to Celestia, she's home.
I could hear the locks on the other side of the door clicking. The door flew open and the most beautiful pony in the world pulled me inside.
She leaned in and kissed me on my cheek.
"What is that delicious smell, my good man?", she said playfully.
I poured her a bowl a soup and gave her a sandwich. .
"I swear, you're the best cook in all of Equestria", she said with a belly full of soup.
She smiled and lead the way to the living room. I layed down on the couch first, then she followed. We snuggled up together and watched the new episode of 'The Trotting Dead' (quality televison. Am I right or am I right?). I started to stroke the back of her neck. She loved that.
She grabbed the nearest pillow she could and smacked me on my head.
"Spike....would you.....like to...have...sex?", she said nervously.
She got up and walked to the bathroom. And I was alone with my thoughts. The room was so quiet you could hear my heart beat through my chest. Sweat stared to pour down my neck. Okay Spike. You can do this. I mean, so what if it's your first time and if you screw up you lose the only pony who actually cares about you........"I really hate being alone with my thoughts", I whispered to myself. Maybe some tv would help. I flipped it over to Channel 5 News. I could tell that something big happened.
"That's right Lucille the remains of the substance has been identified. The pony that the family was forced to feed on, was none other that Ponyville's own Thunder Lane. Thunder Lane was reported missing a few days ago by his mother. Thunder Lane shall be missed by the whole comm-"
I had to turn off the tv. I was in complete shock. My face pale. Eyes wide. What was replaced by nervousness, was fear. And for the first time in years I felt cold........
Author's Note
Hey guys. Glad to be back. Sorry it took awhile to get this chapter up. What with School, work, and etc. I barely had any time to write. But now that summers here, I'll try to get the next chapter as soon as I can. Again sorry any any misspelled words or grammer mistakes. Hope you guys enjoyed it.
