The Immortality Prophecy: Book one; It must be True Love

by theviciouskiller

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Alternate Universe, Romance, Comedy
Length: 13304

How did Pinkimena ever find the perfect one for her? Through hatred. That's how.

Pinkimena is a very planned and organized pony. She's so perfect in every way that Vicious, a wrecked angel that escaped from the heavens before Pinkimena was ever even born. But it doesn't change the mind of hers to not follow her around, and goof off at most times. All Pinkimena wants her to do is simple. GO AWAY.
It's too bad Pinkimena can't do a thing about it. Her life is unfortunately without end, and she happens to be in love with this mare who wants to end her existence.
But as her hatred seems to grow, the more she comes to a new feeling, perhaps…love?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-02 04:24:17 UTC

When I saw her

                                    It must be True Love

                                    written by theviciouskiller

                              Chapter one: When I saw her

                                      (Pinkimena)

It was a hot, moist day when Pinkimena gazed out of her window. She seemed so depressed. She didn't know what exactly happened yesterday, how it happened, and why. She wished she knew, all she could remember was the scarlet red eyes, the short, and yet sexy mane, how it fell down so perfectly. She looked amazing, even after the sore and gruesome events that was engraved all along her body. And yes, secrets out, (but not to the ponies in Ponyville,) that she was Pinkimena, the gruesome, most violent mare you have ever seen. She was unfortunately known, that is to that one mare. That evening, Pinkimena was out on her normal killing spree, the one thing that dared differ from her other events was the fact that this time it was at night, the bare moon shined down.

Pinkimena was waiting up inside of this tree, her goal was to capture a Pegasus from the sky, a nice project she wanted to do, and has done, except for there was one species of pony that wasn't already devoted to her project. A Pegasus.

She watched the sky like a owl does it's prey. Seeking the sky for any soaring figures.

And suddenly, she felt herself rattle as something hit the tree, something way further down the trunk than were she was. Down below she saw a large figure of feathers, and when I say large, I mean HUGE. This...object had just crash landed on the bottom of the tree.

Possibly a Pegasus...

She jumped down from the tree, standing tall. She took a few steps as she froze when the huge monster-looking thing shuffled.

She watched as something else started to rise from behind the feathered walls, and came to realize that it was somepony.

It turned to face Pinkimena, eyes wavery as her eyelids bounced up and down slowly. And that's when they finally closed and the whole body came tumbling down.

She stood still before she moved closer. She gently moved her wing to reveal her face. It was a brown mare, no doubt. Her sleek complexion showed that she had to be some kind of gorgeous pony. Crystal, maybe?

She looked down and jumped back as the wisp, brown feathers started to fade into a black color, and as the moon shined down brighter on the sleeping mare.

She knew that she had wings, and that was all she needed. She grabbed the unconscious pony and started to drag her all the way to the quiet street of Sugar-Cube Corner.

                                                                (Vicious)

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Vicious slowly drifted her eyes open as she yawned and was about to bring her hoof to her mouth- when she realized that something was holding it back.

"What the-"

She wiggled her hoof around to find that it was in some sort of metal bar. What on earth was she doing here anyways? She certainly didn't remember being here when she went to sleep. Or did she? Where did she sleep, anyways? She may never know...

"Ah! Look who's awake!"

"Who's there?" Said Vicious in a irritated voice. It was bad enough that she woke up in "Wonder Land," but there's someone else here too?

"Oh silly me! I should give you some more light."

Vicious watched as the suspicious being that was with her pulled some sort of chain that brought some light into the room.

And her heart stopped as she saw a bubble gum pink mare, with a perfect pink, sassy, straight mane parted to the side. And her eyes! Those amazing aqua orbs glared into her soul. And she liked it.

"Hello...uh, who are you?"

"Oh that's not important. We need to get down to business! You slept in way to much."

She then trotted over to a table, covered by a white sheet. Vicious didn't know what was going on, but she looked forwards to it as long as that pretty pink mare stayed here.

She watched as the pink pony pulled the sheet, revealing a whole table of knives, saws, even a sword! And other items that she did not recognize.

"Hey, cool toys! What's that for?"

"For the project,"

"What project? Can I help?"

"No, YOUR the project, goof!"

Vicious raised a brow at the young pony."I'm... the project?"

She blushed rapidly. She knew exactly what was going on."Oh...right. I-I'm sorry, I don't know what I promised you, but I don't have any money."

"Money? Why would I want money?"

"So, you do this for free?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Are,- wait, are you even a stripper?"

"No!"

"A Prostitute?"

"Why do you think I'm a prostitute?!"

"Oh. Never mind." She said laughing. She could tell she was getting really mad now. It was cute, but she couldn't help it.

"But then... why am I here? And why do you have that...uh, clothing on?"

She then grinned as she approached her with a knife.

"That...is an excellent question."

She slammed the knife two inches away from her face, slicing off a couple strands of her hair. She watched in bewilderment as the mare got closer.

"But I am not a teacher. Too bad you just are gonna have to sit here, not knowing what's going on."

"Uh-huh. Well, let's see what you've got."

The pink mare frowned when she pulled the knife out of the wall, and returning it to the table. She picked up what Vicious thought was a hack saw and came back towards her way.

"Now, lets see what I can do here."

Vicious yelped as she hacked off her ear, causing it to gush blood everywhere."Um...ow! That hurt!"

Pinkimena looked at her in shock. The expressions that was on her face was like an open book to her thoughts. And not to mention the fact that she could read her mind. But... they just met so there's no point in telling her what she is and isn't capable of.

"Why isn't this working? Why is she still talking? Is she trying to mess with my head?!"

That was funny. She thought that she would beg for her life because she cut off her ear? Wow. This was going to be an interesting day.

"What are you doing? Sitting here and cutting off my limbs wont help you."

"SHUT UP!!"

"Fine... you want to waist time? Have at it." This mare was seriously about to get on her nerves. I mean- she's cute, hell she was hot and all, but maybe a hint was a tad bit hard to get to her.

She picked up a steak knife from the table and once again came back to the Pegasus.

"Let's try making you pretty!"

She then took the knife and started to carve into the mares chest. Vicious felt a little bad that she wasted her time coming all this way to have her do whatever it was her "project" was, and she was being annoying. So maybe when she starts to cut her, she'll scream or whatever.

As the knife started to stab the mares chest, she did as she wanted, yelling, pleading, and she even forced a tear to come down her face. Crying would totally get her to think that her project was working.

"Is this it? Just cut you and you finally scream and plead?"

Vicious didn't reply, but just hang her head low, acting as if she had no words to say as she forced more water to come down her face. She made sure that her mane covered her face, if she saw that she was smiling, then that would be it. There would no way she could make her happy.

That is until she grabbed her mane and pulled her hair back.

"Snap! Wipe that smile off your face!"

She did immediately what her mind had commanded her to do. The mare looked into her eyes. She grinned two inches away from her face, and it left Vicious to wonder how much it would throw her off if she leaned forward and kissed her. That would be funny.

Pinkimena's smile started to fade as she felt the corner of her face start to rise, and she saw Pinkimena starting to catch on.

"Ah shit! Not funny! Not funny! Get it out of your head! Now!!"

She then did as her mind had ordered, but it was too late. Pinkimena immediately caught on to what was really going on. Damn.

"Why...aren't..you...Dying!?!" She exclaimed as she slashed the knife across Vicious' face, leaving a cut right above her muzzle. She didn't know what to do: scream or not, but a special attempt was that she grunted and tried to shield her face away from the angry mare.

Ten points!

Pinkimena looked at the mare as blood started to trickle down her face, and started to blend with the blood that was coated on her chest from the giant X mark that was carved into her chest.

"Just... why. Why do you have to be so gorgeous?"

Vicious started to blush. What was she talking about? She looked more coltboyish than anything. She definitely wasn't prretttyy.

"Your like a... Angel of Darkness."

AN ANGEL?! What the hell was going through this mares head!? I mean, angel? Never! She had Alicorn blood, Crystal blood, Changeling blood, and whatever the hell else she had in her blood that made her this... this freakish.

"I'm not an angel."

"I think you are. Everypony is normally dead now. You are not an average normal pony."

"Doesn't mean I'm an angel, either."

"But, your not dead."

"So?" She said, teasing her. She was soooo cute when she was mad, it was nearly unbearable.

She didn't say anything back, but Vicious continued.

"Wanna tell me your name now?"

"NO!"

She wined. On the outside she done it well, but on the inside, she was dying.

Of laughter.

"Whhy nooot..."

"Never mind that, there is one thing I think I know of that will make you gone for sure."

She then turned around and went the other way, going into this room, leaving Vicious in the room by herself.

Pinkimena sat in the tub, full of the Pegasus' blood. She twirled around her wine glass, mixing the blood that was on it. She took a sip, and stared ahead in disbelief. How. Is. She. NOT. DEAD!

While she was in her tub, Vicious clicked her tongue in boredom, wondering how much longer she was going to stay like this.

"So... does the blood taste...uh, nice?"

She didn't answer. She instead kept staring into space. Vicious had to come up with something, and fast."Hey, can I have a taste?"

Pinkimena replied by throwing the wine glass at her, it shattering all over her chest. The glass dug into her coat, causing multiple spots to start bleeding.

"Okay...next question. Can I call this a date?"

"Why...don't...you...get...it."

"Get what?"

"The fact that I want TO KILL YOU!?! I'VE TRIED SO MUCH!! WHAT ARE YOU?! A GOD? A PRINCESS? WHY WONT YOU DIE!?!"

Vicious didn't know what to say to that. She just wanted to make her happy, although it was sudden, she intended on making her feel better in every way she could, but nothing worked.

Her thoughts stopped as the pink mare spoke up.

"I'm Pinkimena, by the way."

"That's your name? Pinkimena? That's a lovely name."

Pinkimena jumped out of the tub, so quick that it scared Vicious, and that was when she walked forward and drew back her hoof. Vicious faced the other way as she was prepared to take the blow, until she heard a *clink* and opened her eyes.

she saw as Pinkimena had punched the cuff until it finally broke. Vicious watched in shock as she did it to the other one as well.

"W-What are you doing?"

"I'm setting you free. You're free to go."

"But aren't you scared that I'll tell somepony?"

"I doubt it."

Man! Now she knows me too well. Well, no more surprises for her. But she watched as Pinkimena walked away into a corner and sat sadly.

"But... what if I don't want to go?"

"LEAVE!!'' She yelled as she started to sob. Tears ran down her face, or what Vicious thought were tears, it was some sort of black goo that came from her eyes. But she wasn't one to judge, when she's in alternative mode, she cried blood, but... yeah.

Vicious lifted herself into the air and flapped her ginormous wings, spreading black feathers all over the room. She landed right behind the sad mare, and wrapped her wings around Pinkimena, forming giant walls, leaving her and the pink mare alone in the dark enclosed room.

There was plenty of light, her red eyes glowed brightly, and they lead her through the darkness.

"Pinkimena, look at me?"

She sniffled and turned herself around to face her. She watched as the mare reached her hoof out and lifted her chin. Observing the perfect face.

Pinkimena blushed as she planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head, and looked at her in bewilderment.

She then leaned in right next to her ear, and enclosed her in a soft hug.

"I'll come back tomorrow for more operation time."

With that said, she released her and made her way to a window in the room, softly slid it open, and flew away from the home of the pink mare.

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                                                       (Pinkimena)

It was a frustrating day yesterday, she had no idea what was going on. She had been charmed by that Pegasus. She never even caught her name! Why did she have to do that? And what was with her? She wasn't afraid. She didn't even bleed for more than five minutes.

So...what is she?

The thought of the warm kiss that was planted on her head from the day before caused her to blush. She smiled to herself. Saying the words,

"Stupid Angel of Darkness."

Surprises

                           The Immortality Prophecy: Book one;

                                      It must be True Love

                                 Written by; theviciouskiller

                                      Chapter Two: Surprises

                                             (Pinkimena)

Pinkimena flipped the switch in her basement, light revealing the panicing unicorn in the room. She had decided since she couldn't find the right Pegasus for the experiment, she could still practice on a unicorn.

The one she had chosen was a light blue mare, with a baby blue colored mane, and white streaks. Looked a lot like toothpaste.

Her cutiemark was a wand with a little star in the top, and a cape-like figure that surrounded it. Her eyes were a appropriate shade of purple, her eyes round, and not at all hesitant.

She had druged her a few hours before, and prepared something "fun" for the preperation of her experiment.

She watched as she was struggling in the chains that was wrapped tightly around her, not succeding to so much as loosening them.

Pinkimena moved the surgery table, propting it upright, and turning it around to face a T.V. She looked at the scared unicorn through the circles cut into her mask. She was wearing this pony mask of one that she had killed before. Whom's it was? Well... lets leave that a mystery.

She looked at the mare, a rag was shoved into her trougt, cutting any sound she bothered to try to make, although she still tried to scream for help.

"I still don't understand. Mister and mistress Cake wern't home, and the two little ones were with them on a trip that they had said they went on. I'd understand if they were here to be yelling for help, but nopony was around."

And it also wasn't the only thing that stopped her from letting her cries escape. She had fassened a mask on her as well, but it was completely different than the one she was wearing. How? Well, she was about to show her.

She continued to stare at the blue unicorn, when she took the rag out of her mouth. The mare huffed deeply, fear still presently worn on her face.

"Who are you?! And what do you want with me?!"

Pinkimena said nothing, but instead pulled out a voice recorder device, and clicked the button. It was silent for a few seconds, and then a voice spoke.(otherwise known as her own)

"Hello there, Trixie. Yes, I do know your name. In matter of fact, I know plenty of what you are. But there's no time for chat, we must hop to buisness!"

Almost immediately, the television that was behind her had automatically turned on, showing a obnisent figure, not at all able to tell who or what it was, leaning over Trixie. The T.V. was quiet as the recorder continued:

"As you see here, you are sound asleep when I fassened this mask on your head. What does it do? Here, let me show you."

And then the screen flickered, revealing a dummy of a pony, with the same mask on its head, and a huge timer that was ticking down numbers, and then there were three beeps before Trixie squealed from what she saw on the screen.

The mask had ripped the dummy's jaw clean off of it's face. She started to cry in fear, watching and listening at the recorder and the screen.

"I know this is tragic, but you know.

                                  LIFE IS A PARTY.

So, why not make this more fun? I'm in the mood for hangpony, if you know what I mean."

With that said, Pinkimena turned her head to watch another light come on, revealing another figure in the distance. It didn't take Trixie long to recognize who/what it was.

Snips.

He wasn't tied up at all, but instead he was being hung and was swinging, almost every limb missing, and a nail stuck out where all of his limbs were supposed to be.

A table was beside his hanging body, with all of his limbs.

"He seems so down... maybe you should ask him how it's hanging. hehehe... Anyway, lets get started! Will you put the last of your intelegence to survive?

Life or Death?

Your choice."

There was a final click that silenced the recorder and the tape poped. Pinkimena clicked the next tape in, but didn't press any buttons. Instead looked at the screen as it revealed five lines next to each other. At the top of the screen was a timer. It revealed that she only had one minute and thirty seconds to guess what the missing word was. Trixie watched in horror as Pinkimena walked over to the table, next to Snips' dead body. That's when she pulled out her recorder and pressed a button.

"Begin."

As that was said, the timer on the television beeped, making the first sound that came from that T.V. The timer's numbers started ticking as Pinkimena watched Trixie panic. She started breathing heavily as she tried to think of a letter.

"A!"

Pinkimena shook her head from side to side after she gave the incorrect answer. She picked up a leg, and hanged it on the nail in it's appropriate spot. She clicked the recorder once more.

"Try again."

Pinkimena watched Trixie as a tear started to come down her face. She then took a glance at the timer.

fifty-nine seconds remained.

"E!"

Pinkimena looked at the screen as it revealed the guessed letter in the last line, and some kind of sound was made from the T.V. once more.

"Z!"

Pinkimena clicked the tape once more.

"Wrong."

With that said, she grabbed another limb and hanged it to the emotionless body.

Trixie continued to call out her suggestions.

"P!''

"Incorrect."

Pinkimena placed another limb onto the body. It had a leg and his horn left that was not attached to the body, and only forty-one seconds to guess.

"M!"

Trixie watched the screen as the letter poped up in the second line and made that sound indicating that the letter suggested was correct. But time was running out as she saw that the timer was now at only twenty-seven seconds.

"B!"

Another limb was hanged. Twenty- two seconds left.

"Y!"

Pinkimena smiled through the mask as she put the final limb, which is the horn, up on the dead pony's head. Trixie started to cry harder as she watched the screen, huge bold letters that said;

Time's up.

Pinkimena clicked the recorder as it spoke the words.

"Times up! It seems that you have failed the task. And this is the answer."

Trixie looked at the screen in shock, disbelief, and fear as in red letters filled the missing spaces that were not submitted. She scanned it over to find the word that her life depended on if wasn't guessed.

Smile. The word was smile. Pinkimena tapped the recorder one, and final time.

"Well, well. You should have known. But it was nice knowing you, and I don't know about you, but I had fun! Remember, life is a party, and one more thing."

Trixie heard the timer on her mask start to count down, as she started to panic and scream. And the last word before her jaw was detached from her head spoke well and clear.

"Smile."

                                                       (Vicious)

Vicious watched as her jaw went flying across the room. She layed emotionless for a few more seconds, only to go along with her act. She was so proud of herself, she felt like giving herself a pat on the back, but the show wasn't over.

She still had to reveal her true identity to Pinkimena.

Thanks to her Changeling blood that coursed throughout her body, she was able to transform into this particular unicorn and her voice was also disguised as well. She was about to throw this mare off so bad, she was going to die here of laughter.

Just thinking of that makes it ironic, she couldn't die if she wanted to. Unless there was another one of her kind present. In which there hasn't been in years.

And when I say years, I mean decades. It's been a hundred years since her kind was around, and she doesn't even know what happened to them. Oh well.

Visious watched as Pinkimena moved closer, observing her face.

"Celestia dammit! She's making it hard not to kiss her! Why does she have to be so beautiful?!"

Vicious waited a few more seconds before Pinkimena turned around to walk back to the table that once held the limbs of somepony she didn't even know. But she found it rather creative of how she hanged his limbs from those...nails? She was almost sure she hanged them from the nails. Why didn't she do anything this fun yesturday?

Well, it's payback time now.

Vicious rose her jawless face, looking ahead at Pinkimena. She froze in shock as she watched who she believed as Trixie, or whatever her name was, raise her head slowly, chuckling while doing so. Man this was going to be hilarious...

"Smile, huh?" She said as she laughed phsychotically, still pulling off the voice of the one that was used the whole time. It was hard to make the sounds clear, not to mention that her lower jaw was gone, but she then broke out of the chains, watching them hit the floor as she walked to the area where her jaw landed. She was surprised that Pinkimena just froze, watching my every move. She picked it up and placed it where it was before, cracking it back into place. She moved it around, making it comfortable the way it was before. She looked around for a minute, seeing all the blood that was in the room. Trust me, there was a lot. She had no limit of the amount of blood she lost. Another thing she liked about herself. And ugh! Her disguised coat was no longer a cute light blue, but instead caked in blood. So much, it was nearly impossible to tell the original color of her coat.

Then, she felt a sudden pain in her back as she saw a knife go throught her chest, blood starting to flood the floor.

"Drop! Fall down, stupid!"

Remembering her mission, she managed to gurgle and bretend that it was some type of choking insident. Celestia why do I have to be so stupid?...

She fell down, making her attepts... realistic. She bretended to doze into space when really she was watching Pinkimena with her perivial vision.

The pink mare turned around, trying to catch on to why she didn't die from that mask. Vicious silently stood herself upright, Pinkimena not knowing, and sprouted out her still dark wings, watching them grow bigger and bigger until they had grown to the original size.

The rest of herself transformed as she lifted herself into the air, and flew closer to Pinkimena, closing her into there own little space like the night before. She had returned to herself completely, her black mane and her original coat color, but it was still coated with blood. She had that stupid mask stuck on her head, and it was fassened very tightly. Her face was burning. Well done, Pinkimena!

Vicious grabbed Pinkimena's sides and pulled her closer from behind, and felt her body heat as it rubbed against her own. She moved her head, this stupid jaw-yanking mask didn't make it easy to whisper to her, but she moved her face close to Pinkimena's ear, whispering softly.

"Hey there, sexy."

"Wa-"

Pinkimena flipped her body over, wiggling herself out of the Pegasus' grip in a rather weird way. Vicious was a little startled as well and it caused her to take a step back.

Vicious looked at the startled and confused look in the pink mares face, only to see it loosen, and turning into a normal "oh, it's just you" look.

"What are YOU doing here?! Where's Trixie?"

Wow. What a bright one. "I'm Trixie. See?"

Vicious transformed into the blue mare as before, everything identical in every way. The coat was still... messy, but it only took Pinkimena a few seconds to catch on to what happened. Her facial expression quickly turned into anger as she took a step toward Vicious, only to slip over a small puddle of blood on the floor, and magically land into the grasp of Vicious. She caught her sucessfully, and the moment was rather... romantic to her. Pinkimena started to blush, and Vicious couldn't help but smile at the adorible, lovely mare that was in her hooves.

"Wow there, might need to watch your step." She said in her normal voice, not quite fitting the new disguise that she has taken upon.

Pinkimena shoved herself out of the mares arms, so firce and strong that it caused her to fall over.

"Why...why do you keep showing up?"

Vicious giggled as she easily answered the question."I told you I'd come back."

"...But why? I don't even know you! Not your name, or anything!"

"You really wanna know?" She said, her head leaning up in interest.

"No. I want to know why you wont leave me be!"

Vicious grunted as she sat herself up, facing the pink mare with her hooves in the puddle of blood. She messed around with it and sturred her hoof in it while she talked to the mare.

"I don't know either. I don't even know who I am. Who knows- I could be an Angel, or a demon maybe! But... your the only pony I know."

"Why don't you meet other ponies? They wonder around durring the day."

"I don't come out durring the day."

Vicious watched as her face turned from confused anger to sudden interest. It then occured when she decided to interrupt her thoughts, making it all the better to understand.

"Why wont she come out durring the daytime?"

"Huh. Wish I knew..."

Pinkimena looked at her with a confused look. "I didn't say anything."

"Yeah, you did. You asked why wouldn't I come out durring the daytime."

Pinkimena froze. Her gaze remained on the blue mare, actually, the annoying brown mare with black wings that was in a disguise."You... can read my mind?"

"..."

"You were just answering my thoughts that were never even spoken. The least you could do is answer something I actually said."

Vicious rolled her eyes with a stern attitude, exhailing as she made her confession.

"Yeah. I can read your mind. So what."

"So what? Not everypony is able to do that."

"I thought we had been wwaayy past the point that we have found out that I am definately not a normal pony."

"What else can you do?" She asked, wanting to know more about this misterious mare. But she did not reply as she looked around, noticing the door out of the basement.

"You know what? I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"

"Answer me, please."

"Nah. I'd rather not..."

"Please? Just.. one more thing."

Vicious looked at her for a long moment, realizing that she had to tell her something...

"I can... I can talk to you through your mind."

Pinkimena's eyes lit up with excitement."Really? Show me!"

"Woah, woah. There's a price that goes with it."

Pinkimena looked at her sarcastically. A price. "What is it, dearest Angel of Darkness?"

"Hey, it's Vicious!"

"Vicious? Are you kidding me?" Said Pinkimena tempering Vicious slowly. It's not her fault, her mother was horrible when it came to names and all the such.

"That's...unusual."

"I'm sorry, I don't have anything prissy like Pinkimena. Not to mention, it took you forever to tell me yours. So, why are you making fun of mine?"

"You don't seem like the Vicious type. Hell, you don't seem scary at all."

"Oh? Is that so? You looked pretty scared when I showed you that the pony you thought was Trixie, was really me. I mean- how could you be so clueless? I told you I was coming back. And I believe that I am the only one here that can't die, if I'm correct. I don't know, I guess where ever this place is."

"You mean Ponyville?"

"Is that where I am?"

"Uh...yeah. You've been here for how long?"

"Two days."

"Two days!? Where did you come from?"

"I...I don't know. I don't even remember being in a place like this."

"But, how-"

Suddenly, there was a noise at the door, three, unorderly knocks. Vicious looked at Pinkimena, who was pushing her into this corner, wait- is that a closet? Oh no. She's about to cram me into some storage closet.

Pinkimena shoved her into the closet, Vicious tried to tell her that she didn't want to go into the small area, but Pinkimena kept shushing her and told her to stay put.

"Vicious, stay here. Don't move, and don't speak."

"But-"

Pinkimena shut the door, but not all the way. There was a crack between the frame and the actual door, and Vicious used it to see what was going on.

Pinkimena turned off the lights, making all of the gruesome objects and projects hide away in secretive darkness. Pinkimena opened the door a tad, looking into the hall. She looked up mysteriously, and then she looked down, and her seriously frightened face expression had dropped into this look that she gave to Vicious earlier.

"Oh. It's you."

Vicious watched in confusion, seeing her bend over and pick up this figure, not being able to tell what it was due to the darkness.

She turned on the lights, making it so bright that Vicious looked away. She got use to the darkness too quickly.

"Vicous, you can come out."

With that said, Vicious transformed back into herself as she used her wings to blow down the door- literally.

She squinted her eyes to see Pinkimena turned around. She trotted a little closer to see that she had something behind her.

"I want you to meet someone."

She put this green looking thing in front of Vicious' face. "What is this?"

"It's my pet- Gummy!"

"Gummy?"

"Yes, he's an aligator. But, he has no teeth. All he has is gums."

"Uh-huh. Wow. A gator? That's pretty bad ass."

Pinkimena smiled as she set him down. That's when she heard something grumble. She looked down to notice that the little baby aligator- at least that's what it looked like- was hungry.

"Wow! Gummy sure is hungry. Is that why you interrupted me, boy?"

He didn't respond of course, but instead jumped up and bit Vicious' hoof, and just hanged there. She was startled, yes, but it tickled more than anything. She was really laughing on the inside, but on the outside, she seemed stif- she was scared that this thing was going to eat her if it didn't get food.

"Let's go get some food, before you turn Vicious into your meal."

"No kidding" She said, a tad nervous, but not frightened.

Vicious followed Pinkimena down the hallway, leading her out of the basement.

Sacrifice

                           The Immortality Prophecy; Book one

                                        It must be True Love

                                           Chapter Three:

                                                 Sacrifice

                                                                 (Pinkimena)

It's been three days since Vicious was with Pinkimena. She was thankful that she had left her alone, she really needed this time to think.

She was now behind because of her. She hadn't sold her cupcakes in days, she had no money, and she still hadn't completed her personal project.

Vicious is annoying at most times. Hell, at all times. She likes to flurt with me and all, but seriously. She really needs to get some help. Poor girl doesn't even know where she's from. I still believe she's an Angel of Darkness, I swear she is, and the part that I suspect of her the most is that the reason she's here, is for me.

I personally think she was sent by Celestia- though I don't even think she knows who Celestia is- to spy on me for my "criminal actions."

But if so, there's really nothing I can do. The idea of killing her is pointless. Now she knows that she can't die.

Sometimes I envy her for being immortal. If I was, I wouldn't have to spend all that time tieing ponies up, or anything like that.

Not only that, but she is so pretty, but in a coltish sort of way. I guess it charms me at times- but the way she agrivates me isn't even funny.( Well, to me anyways. She finds it completely hilarious.)

She just... I don't even think I have a word to describe her. She's so cocky, but in a gruesome way. She's got humor, but then again she's dark.

Truely, an Angel of Darkness.

Pinkimena's thoughts was interrupted by a knock at the door. She got up from the stool in the kitchen, and she walked to the door. She was highly expecting Vicious in some kind of transformation. But when she went to open the door, it was just Vicious. Speak of the Angel, but no transformation was going to fool Pinkimena anymore.

Vicious sat on the doorstep to the bakery, a thing of flowers in her hooves.

Oh no. Pinkimena had an idea where this was going.

"Vicious?"

"Yeah, hey Pinkimena. Do you mind if I come in?"

Pinkimena really didn't want to let her in, but there was nothing to hide from her. She was pretty aware of what she was doing. And her very thoughts wern't even private, due to the fact that she could read my mind. The only thing that was the thing that was pulling her back was the fact of how much she annoyed her. And how she embarrased her privately.

"Why not, come in."

Vicious put the flowers in her mouth, the solid red roses matched her eyes so well, that she couldn't understand the fact that she was going to give them to me.

"Here, I got these for you." She said, handing them to Pinkimena as she shut the door behind the mare. She took them, setting them on the counter.

"Is there something I can do for you, Vicious?"

"Oh! Yeah...uh, I wanted to know if you were avalible."

"...What do you mean?"

Vicious looked away embarrased for a bref second, and then she took a breath in and out. It's like she was getting ready to propose to me. But if she's gonna ask me something, I want her to ask me all the way. She thinks she can put me behind schedule, and get away with it? I don't think so.

"Are you..d-do you have any plans right now?"

Pinkimena looked in the kitchen, the only thing she was doing was making some of her famous cupcakes. And that was all the excuse she needed.

"I have some baking to do. I don't think I'll be able to do anything right now."

Her excited, and yet embarrased, expression did not change as she gave her the answer. I swear, everytime she does something like this, it's like there's something I'm missing.

"Why? Did you have something in mind?"

"Yeah, Your busy now. But baking doesn't take that long."

W-wait, what?"It does if your baking a lot."

Vicious moved closer to the pink mare, her face a breath away from her own. I hope she doesn't kiss me, please don't kiss me.

She just stood there and looked into her eyes. It was scaring Pinkimena a little until she came to realization to what she was doing. But it was too late, Vicious had just looked at her as if she had everything figured out.

"Your behind... on a project? Is that the thingy you- wait, it all clicks! You just don't want me here."

Celestia dammit!!

"...Yes..."

Vicious looked at her, a blank expression on her face. And then Pinkimena jumped back in shock as Vicious quickly- and loudly- replied.

"Okay! Well, I'll be on my way then."

Really? She's gonna leave now? Well, why didn't she read my mind earlier? "Where are you gonna go?"

"Oh you know, where ever the wind takes me."

Pinkimena watched as she opened the door, and stepping outside, her head sticking out of the door. "By the way, I'd take a second look at the roses if I were you." She said, smileing as she shut the door.

Pinkimena turned around, looking at the flowers, wrapped in plastic and neatly tied with a purple ribbon. She picked them up, looking at them closely. Then, she reached her hoof out to touch one of the peddals. In surprize, the red color was on her hoof, staining the pink mare's hoof.

It looked an awful lot like blood, but Pinkimena wasn't for sure. So the one thing she knew what to do was take it for a taste test.

She swipped her tonge over the red liquid, dabbing it a couple of times on the roof of her mouth to make the taste more official.

Almost immediately, she recognized that it wasn't blood.

It was sleeping medicine.

By the time she was making her way to the sink to wrinse out the mince metal taste in her mouth, the world started closing in, and she silently cursed Vicious as she hit the floor, out cold.

                                                       (Vicious)

Vicious flapped her ear as she heard the clunk on the floor to Pinkimena's bakery. She may have been outside, but the giant *thud* that was in the house, she could hear it a mile away.

She then looked around to see if anypony was here to witness when she went into her house/bakery. When she looked around and saw not a pony for a while away, she opened the door to go inside, putting her plan into action.

Vicious knew that Pinkimena wouldn't go out with her willingly. So, this was a rather different way to get her to go out for the evening. First, she needs a knife. As soon as she wakes up, one of two things will happen.

One, she's gonna be scared and think I fillynaped her, and that I'm gonna kill her. But most likely, number two is she's gonna be mad that I drugged her, and want to stab me repeatdly.

Which is why she's getting the knife.

But will she be mad for me taking her knife too?... Probably.

She shut the door quietly behind her, looking at the kitchen floor to see Pinkimena, on the ground asleep. She might be mad when she wakes up, but it will be worth it!

She trotted to where the pink mare was, and picked her up. She walked over to the recliner, setting her down on the sofa.

I could so kiss her right now, and she wouldn't be able to do a thing about it...

But I better not. She might be so mad, she'll find a way to kill me.

She sat down next to the beautiful mare. She had left her alone for three days, but she had managed to get a quick job at Sweet Apple Acres, how else was she going to pay for the date tonight?

She had earned seventy bits to go to that fancy place in Ponyville, she knew that it was expensive, but with that money, she could get Pinkimena whatever she wanted.

She also had rented a tuxedo for the occasion, and that wasn't so cheap either. Pinkimena wasn't going to get into a dress asleep, either, so now she has to go find one for her to wear.

Vicious looked into the hallway, seeing the stairs that lead her to the second floor, where hopefully the bedrooms might be.

She walked up the stairs, seeing three doors down the hall, and started from the first one. She opened it, seeing a blank room, with two dressers on each side of a queen sized bed, and a wedding picture of a mare with a blue coat, and a pink swirly mane next to a tall stallion, he had a carrot colored mane. they looked so happy.

It made Vicious sick inside. She doesn't know where she is from, and if she has ever been loved. But these two looked so happy. Wish I had a love like that...

She turned around and shut the door behind her, no trace left behind to have anything proving that Vicious was ever there.

She then moved on to the next door, openeing it to see baby blue walls, a crib, and some other filly toys. These ponies had kids? Okay! Moving on...

She finally reached a door- the final door- and started to turn the knob, praying that this was Pinkimena's room. She opened it to see a bed, a couple of knives hanged from the walls, along with a sword, and luckly, a closet over by the only window in the room.

Vicious made her way over there, twisting the knob to the closet door, opening it to see a blue, sparkly dress, with a proper, fluffy skirt and a belt that made it even better.

She sat there and imagined Pinkimena in the gown, and she thoght that she might of had a nose bleed for a second.

She took the dress off the hook, and rushed down stairs to try to put Pinkimena in it, risking the chance to keep her asleep.

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Vicious stood back at her results. Getting the dress on was not easy, but she succeded to keep her asleep. The sun was starting to set outside, and it was getting late. That's when she sat up, and opened the front door, returning to put Pinkimena on her back. It made her backbone a little uncomfortible, but she made it out the door, flying away with her on her back.

                                                           (Pinkimena)

Pinkimena's eyes started to open as she woke up all the way. She looked ahead, seeing a gray blur come past her face.

Is this dreamland? It sure looks like it...

And sound like it...

And smells like dream clouds... Or normal clouds...

Clouds...

Clouds.

Wait a minute. Dreamland has happy white clouds, not gray misty night clouds.

Pinkumena opened her eyes all the way, seeing clouds go by. I am really confused...

Pinkimena then heard a voice, so familiar the name was on the tip of her tonge.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Okay, that's deffinately familiar. So recognizable...

"Hello! Earth to Pinkimena!"

"..Vicious?"

"Yeah it's me. By the way, don't look down."

Pinkimena leaned her head up, seeing that she was resting on Vicious' back, the wind blowing in her face. "Vicious, where are we?! What are you doing!?"

"Chill. We're just... taking a flight for a little bit. That's all."

The pink mare started to freak out. She was flying in the sky... H-have I ever mentioned how afraid of hights I am? Oh god...

"Vicious, put me down- now!"

"Hold on we're almost there."

"Almost there?! Where are we going?!"

"You'll see."

Pinkimena was starting to become more afraid and angry. That's when she noticed something funny rubbing against her coat, and quickly noticed that it was some sort of clothing... a dress. How did she get a dress on while she was-

...Vicious.

"Vicious, why am I in a dress?"

"Listen, I know your qurious and all of that, but wait until we're not in the air. As soon as we land, I promise I can explain everything."

"You're scaring me! I am afraid of hights you know."

"If you were that scared of hights, you wouldn't be speaking right now."

Pinkimena thought for a second. Sure there were other ponies in the wide land of Equestria who are completely afraid of hight lands and spaces, but could make it clear with there voice that they could be some what qurious to what, where, and why they were there. But that's just some critical thinking.

A little while later, Pinkimena made it (safely) to the ground. She was sitting across from Vicious, who was stairing at the sky. Pinkimena sat in silence before it was broken by none the other than herself with the demanding question.

"Vicious, now that we've made it to the ground, mind telling me why we're here!?"

Vicious' body didn't so much as sway as  Pinkimena exclaimed her fury. She looked at the sky with those scarlet red eyes, blank with expression. She seemed different today, she's been talking less, her mood seemed to have changed, and she's acting as if she's so humble. As if..

"Well?! Why did you bring me here?"

Vicious exhaled calmly as she softly spoke- her voice seemed to have changed too. Was she turning into somepony new? Does she have some kind of moodswings?

"Look, I know your mad. I get that. But all I want you to do is have a good time. Look, I even got a job and worked at Applejack's farm-I think that's her name- and got some money for us. I was thinking we could just look at the skies for a little bit, and maybe go grab a bite or two."

"I'm not going anywhere with you. First, you drug me, then you fillynapped me, and then you made me fight my fear of hights, just to go stargazing and go out to eat!? I bet you we're going to take me somewhere fancy, judging by the dress you picked out of my room. And the fact that you're wearing a tux!? What is this- some sort of date?!"

*silence*

"Yeah... I guess you could say that. I knew you'd never let me take you out upon your own will, but I just want you and me to have some normal fun- not in your tourture basement. And I thought that if we got out in the public- we'd seem like normal ponies."

"Normal ponies!? You just showed up three days ago, and if  I'm wrong- you had no idea where you were. If you were a normal pony, I could have killed you on the spot, and nopony would have ever found you. Hell, I don't even think that you knew anypony here. Sorry darling- but you have a case of amnesia when it came to you being normal. And not to mention- I don't like you! I dispise you, and wish you'd just go away. It was a mistake to have found you. And I wish I never did."

Pinkimena watched Vicious' expression change from neutral to something a little more intense. She had never spoken to anypony like that before. And judging by the look on Vicious' face now- she hit her. Hard.

Right in the heart.

"...Okay. Now I understand." Vicious said, her expression was still a tad humble, but her voice croaked as it sounded as if she was going to sob. She moved closer to Pinkimena, grabbing her hoof and hold ing it out. Pinkimena was a little confused when she felt something touch her hoof, and was too late to realize that it was a knife.

"Take your anger out on me."

Vicious started it off, she grabbed her hoof and strongly pulled it toward her chest, and groaned loudly as blood started to show on the button-up shirt- that was white- and started to spread. She then looked up at Pinkimena painting slightly. "It hurts, but I know that it will make you feel better. So have at it all you want." She said, leaning against a tree.

"As long as I have you for the night..." She said, hardly whispering.

Pinkimena looked at her with a blank expression, and she was truely shocked. Vicious had some how manage to do all of this... For me.

All she really wanted was to go out tonight- and even though she knew that I wouldn't agree, she had did it anyways...

Pinkimena looked at the knife in her hand, and then looked at the brown mare against the tree. She sat there as the warm sticky blood trickle down her arm, and then shut her eyes tightly.

She threw the knife on the ground, with the handle sticking out of the grass. Her expert skill in throwing knives for years and years, she could do almost anything with a knife.

She couldn't stab Vicious. Tecnically, she just did, but her mind is now at peace, and she just decided to blame it on her for stabbing herself. She exhaled and looked at Vicious. Her face had slightly lightened up in curiousity as she watched Pinkimena move closer to her.

Pinkimena held a hoof out to help her up, Vicious silently got up, and looked at her curiously.

"B-but why-"

Pinkimena rose a hoof to her lips, cutting off the sounds that she made. She looked at her with a stern look. She tried to be serious, it was so hard not to melt into a puddle with those blood red eyes. Celestia damn was this pony getting to her!

"Just shut up and come on. Before I change my mind."

With that said, Vicious and Pinkimena walked into town quietly, and Pinkimena gave a silent prayer into the cool wind of the night.

Disabled

                                         The Immortality Prophecy: Book one;

                                    It must be True Love

                                    Chapter four: Disabled

                                           (Pinkimena)

The date went rather well that night- at least Pinkimena thought so. Vicious seemed distant and confused. But she did listen, even though she was a little off in her own world.

Vicious is just... There's something different about her. She's delicate! And perfect!

What else is a more perfect frame of treasure that one who is immortal, dark, and fragle? But the only thing hard about it- as everypony knows- she's in the way.

Pinkimena snapped out of her dazed and lost wonder of thought as she heard a voice.

"Um, excuse me?"

Pinkimena looked up in recognization to see a very peculiar mare.

Trixie.

She's been banned from Ponyville, and brought back in. Everypony seems to trust her now. And even believe she's the good guy. But I don't trust her. Never have- never will.

She's lucky the one pony she had fillynapped days before was a false. Thank you, Vicious...

Pinkimena sat up in her booth that was just outside of the bakery, the sun baking the fur from Pinkimena's coat- and leading her to believe that by the time the day's light is over with, will have another shade of color darker.

She flashed what in the image of her mind was a dazling smile- trying her hardest to inform Trixie that there in no suspicion (if she was to ever suspect...)

"How may I help you?" She said- her voice gentle and filled with excitment.

"Yes, the Great and powerful Trixie would simply love a cupcake. I've not eatten a thing since yesturday, and wish not to starve- for the sake of Ponyville, that is."

Wow. This pony might have gotten kicked out at one point- but that attitude, and acting like she was great and royal? I'd think she'd learn her lesson from being banned for nearly two years. Unfortunatly not.

"Sure thing!" Said Pinkimena, handing her a cupcake, with  lime-green icing, and a teal wrapping. Honestly- it looked like a normal cupcake- and none of the customers ever suspected anything wrong with the cupcakes. I could honestly make anything taste delightful. I could make dirt taste like heaven- and they wouldn't know.

Little do they know, that every single one of them are canibals- including myself.

Trixie grabbed the cupcake out of her hand, a tad bit viciously, and never made eye contact with her as she threw three bits onto the flat area spread on the booth.

"Enjoy your anus..." She whispered while giggling to herself. She sneered as the blue mare was walking away. And watched her as she took a bite out of the tangible desert.

Pinkimena opened the door to the bakery, bringing the tray of cupcakes that was left over from the sales she made today- great as always. They enjoyed them as suspected. I even thought they were delicious- Snips does taste quite fine! He was specially reserved for her. Only three cupcakes we're made out of him, and decorated properly for her own to amuse.

Pinkimena opened the fridge in her kitchen- the soft light from the freezing machine. She felt a wiff of cool air, but didn't mind much for it. There she found her three delightful cupcakes.

She grabbed the plate, and shut the refridgerator door and started to make her way to the kitchen. She sat on her long sofa, clearing off some things she saw was instead in her way to rest when she picked up the slips of paper- noticing the one on top.

She set the other stack down, and singled out the papers. She recognized the news- and the headline stood out most of all. The bold letters nearly popped out of the front cover.

A huge notification of Ponyville Ledger- headline of seven missing ponies, most recent- Snips, the yong unicorn. Pinkimena silently chucked as she looked down the paper even more- seeing a notification of a meeting declared by Celestia herself- requiring all the common princesses, (Celestia, Luna, Cadence, and of course, Twilight.)

It caught her attention as she kept feeding herself information from this daily new's feed. It turns out that they're meeting in precisely four days.

"Interesting.." She said, whispering softly to herself. That's when she heard a couple knocks on the door. She trotted over to the door, opening it slowly and slightly as she just gently peeked out the crack. To her surprise, it was a royal guard. As in- from Celestia's palace royal. He was tall, his coat was white as snow, and his armory gleamed under the soft light that was lit on her porch.

"May I help you, sir?"

The white stallion looked down at Pinkimena, a stirn look on his face. "Yes. I came by to see when was it last you've seen this young colt?"

He pulled out a scroll, with the picture of Snips- it looked like some kind of spring picture you'd take at school. Pinkimena was a little quiry inside. This guard could easily squish her within one step, and she tried to hold back her worry.

"In years. Why? Has something happened?" She asked, her voice soft, smooth, and convincing. He looked away, thinking for a brief moment. "Something major, I'm afraid. May I take a look around your home?"

"No you may not. I'm home alone at the moment, and I do believe it's getting very late. I'd rather you not."

His face started to fall into a strong focus. She could tell that he was trying to focus on reading her face expression, and continued to as Pinkimena heard something familiar...

"Seems your in some serious trouble."

Pinkmena's face expression dropped as she knew exactly who it was speaking in her mind.

"Oh no, not now!"

"W-what's wrong with now?!"

"Oops. Forgot that my very thoughts wern't private from you anymore."

"Uh-huh. Need some help there, Mena?"

"No! Get gone!"

"Nah... you seem in trouble. I'm coming over there."

"Vicious, I'm fine. But please- don't come here. Stay put!!"

"Okay... If you say so..."

Returning to reality, the guard stood there- pretty pissed I might say- and looked down on the small mare angrily.

"By the orders of Princess Celestia, I demand to come into your home."

"Your not coming in." She said sternly.  Then, time froze as she watched him shove pass Pinkimena, his powerful strength knocking her to the ground.

"Oh hell no, he did not just lay his hooves on you!!"

Pinkimena's eyes started to shut as the stallion started to move into her home, walking into the livingroom in slow motion. Everything started to seriously turn into a blur as only her thoughts swormed the mind.

Vicious' voice rang furiously, telling that her anger was taking it's most monsterous actions.

"Hang in there, I'll be over in a second. No pony is allowed to touch you but me."

"Vicous, no! Stay away!"

"No, I'm not! I'm coming. NOW!!"

Pinkimena's eyes started to shut as well as her thoughts. The last thing she saw was the stallion serching the home angrily before the impact of shattered glass came flying inward- and black wings came charging immediately towards the guard. The palace servant went flying backwards as Pinkimena shut her eyes, the final thought in her mind:

"Vicious...stop..."

                                                   (Vicious)

Vicious turned around to see the giant buff stallion against the wall unconsious. She started to feel her right eye burn as sticky moist blood started to flood her eyesocket. She blinked and grunted as she started to make her way over to the guard, a trail of blood following behind her.

As her looming shadow cast over the giant guard, his eyes started to flicker open. Vicious staired down at him as she raised a hoof and pressed it against his trought- cutting off his air supply rather quickly. He glared up at the brown mare, as she made eye contact, and muttered in German:

'Die threat.'

She then used her other hoof to grab his helmet, and snap his head the other way. There was a loud crack as his eyes looked up, life instantly escaping the body rather quickly.

Vicious set down his head and felt a burning passion she's never felt before. It just sat there in her chest and continued to grow until tears started to stream down her face. She yeled out a cry and colapsed to the ground. The burning in her chest began to grow into a pain as she watched her tears it the floor, evaporating into this thick red color as soon as it hit the floor.

She then heard a voice in her head, completely unfamiliar- so it wasn't Pinkimena's- but it spoke hoursly.

"We found you."

Suddenly, there was a ring in her ear as all the pain and burning started to fade, and the world around her became highlighted, and she felt herself colapse onto the cold hard wood floor- out cold.

Vicious opened her eyes to see nothing but brightness around her- making it hard to squint. Then, she heard that voice again, but a tad bit more soft.

"Vicious, stop being a filly! Look at me."

Vicious looked up to see a figure, gleaming brightly upon the young mare. Her eyes ajusted as she noticed a gray Pegasus, with large wings such as herself. Her mane and tale were... different colors?

She landed in front of the stunned mare, folding her wings properly as doing so.

"Hey there, squirt. How's it going?"

"Uh...F-fine I guess... Who are you?"

The gray mare's expression dropped as she looked at her quriously. "You don't remember me?"

This mare was starting to think she was dreaming. "No.."

She looked down, dissappointment on her face."Okay... Moving on. Your in trouble. Seriously, what were you thinking..?"

"W-what exactly did I do? Who are you? Where am I?"

"Okay! Jeez- enough with the questions, Curious George. I am Cross, your sister."

"S-s-sister?!?! I h-have a sister?!"

"Plenty of them. Anyways, they must have taken your memory before you excaped from the Heavens..."

"...WHAT?!"

Cross moved closer to Vicious, wrapping her wing around her younger sister. "You see, Vicious, there is a reason you're on Earth. And it wasn't anything purposely. You are Vicious- Angel of bravery and strength. There's more of us, four to be exact. A Angel of love, Angel of beauty, and then there's me. Angel of missplaced..."

Vicious sat there quietly. "Okay. Let me get this straight- you're one of my three Angel sisters, which are in the heavens? And I am an Angel too?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"..And you're here to tell me I'm in trouble?"

"Horrible danger. I've been waiting to speak to you for quite some time now. Mother is furious-"

"M-mother?!"

"Yes Vicious, you let me finish?"

Vicious shut her mouth as the gray mare continued." Anyways, like I was saying, she's looking for you. And that romancy stuff between you and that mare down there? Your affection is drawing her closer to finding you."

"I... Don't understand. Why would she be looking for me?"

Cross looked forward sternly. She shut her eyes tightly. "I can't tell you. But the only thing I can tell you- do you really like that mare?"

Vicious looked up at her curiously. "Why do you wanna know?"

"Okay listen, you clearly like her, and you don't want to lose her, right? Well, do not let her leave your sight. Mom will take her away faster than you think."

Vicious looked up curiously."Then why haven't she done anything yet? Why is-"

"Because of you. Of course she can't get to her because you're in the way. You are the Angel of strength. You're way stronger than her- in every way. Almost all of us are. That's why she has us under captivity... But you need to be with that mare you love. Do you understand?"

Vicious knodded her head. This was all going through her mind so fast- it was going to make her head spin."I understand."

"Good." She said, releasing her from her ginormous wings. "And visit or write me every once in a while, okay? It's hard going through all this without you there."

"Sure thing. Even though you brought me here, I guess I can try."

She stopped to hear something rummbling, and the light started to colapse. She jumped up, looking around in fear and shock. "Cross, what's going on?!"

"Your dreamworld is closing in. You're waking up. I'll see you again, Vicious. And remember- protect her!"

"I will!" She yelled, as the world of light started to close in, shattering around her as she got a last glance into her red eyes- that matched her's exactly. Her final words ringing in her mind.

"Protect her."

Guardian Angel

                                                        The Immortality Prophecy: Book one;

                                                                  It must be True Love

                                                                written by: Theviciouskiller

                                                             Chapter Five: Guardian Angel

                                                                                (Vicious)

Vicious slowly opened her eyes, half of her face she could feel the coolness from the floor of Pinkimena's bakery. She looked over to see Pinkimena against the wall, asleep from the previous actions before. She cleared her mind as she got up and made her way towards Pinkimena.

She watched her stomach rise and fall gently. She was still alive-- but seriously unconcious. Her sight darted back and forth as she looked at the other side of the small room, seeing a dead guard in a small flood of blood.

Her mind started to regain it's memory- she remembered she was flying when all of a sudden- a strong emotion pulled her in, and voices ringing in her head. She could hear Pinkimena's thoughts, and somehow knew that she was in trouble. She remembers speaking to her with her mind, and hearing her inner-consious go blank. And she could tell- each thought and feeling had some kind of aurora-( colors ) that would help her recognize who or what was going on/doing.

And when she saw Pinkimena's aqua color fade into a black- she somehow automatically knew she was in trouble. She knew not instead something was wrong- but that she was wounded.

Pinkimena kept telling her that everything was fine- when her very life was at steak. And seeing the guard now, she could tell that she had switched to her personal alternative mode, where she could not take control of her anger.

She swore under her breath as she looked back at Pinkimena. She then checked her pulse as she started to see her breathing pace take a slow round. She then realized that she was slowly losing her. She moved quickly into the kitchen where she had seen a medicine cabinet somewhere a while back. She started rapidly choosing the doors and opening them. That's when she finally found it- and started picking up bottles rapidly and reading the descriptions that were on the side of the small containers.

She finally found one- it would allow her to open her lungs and force her heart to beat, inhailing and exhailing air repetedly. She bolted back into the livingroom, where Pinkimena laid on the ground. She wanted to pour the hole thing into her mouth, but there was very little left, and the price tag was still on it- revealing that it was over a hundred bits. This medicine must be rare- extremely. And she couldn't take the chance of any of it spilling- she needed every last drop of this antidote to help her.

And that's when she had the one idea that could save her life. She unscrewed the lid and took the remaining medicine in her own mouth and pressed her lips against Pinkimena, opening her mouth and carrying it into the back of her trought.

She didn't feel her pulse rise, so she grabbed her head, and sat her up while she kissed her deeper, pushing the liquid into her mouth.

After a little bit, she felt a faint breath against her face until it grew deeper in seconds, and then suddenly was broken from the connection. Pinkimena scooted backwards, hitting her head against the wall and a soft thump filled the room with her startled gasps.

"Ow.. Vicious? Vicious!"

Pinkimena looked at her with a startled expression. Then she watched as Pinkimena's eyes grew widder and widder as her mind came to recognization to what just happened.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Nothing, just saving your life is all."

"What? Do you think that I'm sleeping beauty?! A magical-"

"Look. You wern't breathing, and there was no other way for me to-"

"You know what? Get out of my house."

"Let me explain. I-"

"No! You don't get a chance to! First, you ignored me when I told you that everything was fine, and to 'stay put'. And what do you do? Come crashing into my window- that is one of the lines that could grant me risk of losing my home and job. You are not to stay here a moment more. Now leave."

Vicious' thoughts were an interruption to the words coming out of Pinkimena's mouth. She saw her lips moving, but no sound came out. She just watched her exclaim angrily and silently as she heard a soft voice- her sister's voice to be exact- echo the words in her mind:

"Mother is furious! If you like that mare, do not leave her. Mom will take her away from you faster than you think. Whatever you do,

             protect her."

Vicious honestly did like this mare- and would die to let anything happen to her. Which means that no matter how much she yells at me, abuses me, tells me to leave, no matter what.

I gotta be there for her.

She looked down at Pinkimena again, seeing she had stopped yelling at her, but instead gave her an evil die-and-go-to-hell look, and soon zoned back into reality.

"I'm not going."

"W-what?!"

"I'm not leaving. You just got attacked by a huge stallion out of nowhere, and you expect me to leave you alone. That is not going to happen. I'm staying here with you for the night. So if anything happens- I'll be there, and ready this time."

Pinkimena just looked up at her, a blank expression on her face as she turned around slowly, and walked into the kitchen, grabbing onto the counter.

"I can fend for myself. I don't need-"

"You almost died tonight. I'm. Not. Leaving."

Pinkimena threw a small brick looking thing that had knives sticking out of it, and it came flying.

Towards Vicious.

She carried herself into the air with her massive wings, dodging the knives. "What are you doing?"

She asked, still hovering in the air.

"Get out, NOW!!"

"Pinkimena, please stop. Just stop."

"No, just because we went out once, doesn't mean we're a couple. I. Don't. Need. Your. Help!!! Go away, before I find a way to end you!"

"All I want to do is protect you. Can you give me one chance? Please? I want to make sure you're safe. And there's no other pony that can do that better than me. Let me be an angel. Your angel."

Pinkimena froze. That had somehow touched her heart- her cold, ice pumping heart that had never been warmed by another's words. And what much is she going to do about it? She can't stop her- she's way stronger than she is, and even Vicious knew that. And well... death is out of the equation. Vicious could feel the emotion coming off of her like waves- hitting her and her supernatural senses. Vicious came back on the ground, moving toward Pinkimena. She streched out her extended limbs, holding Pinkimena firmly against herself- feeling her reasuring heartbeat. She started to hum a tune, and she realized later that she was singing to Pinkimena.

"When life leaves you high and dry, I'll be at your door tonight,

if you need help,

if you need help.

I'll shut down the city lights, I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bribe,

to make you well,

to make you well.

When enemies are at your door, I'll carry you away for more,

if you need help,

if you need help.

Your hope dangling by a string, I'll share in your suffering

to make you well,

to make you well."

Vicious stopped singing, feeling a warm and wet liquid soak her chest. Looking down, she then realized that it was Pinkimena, balling her eyes out. She started to sob loudly. Vicious just sat there. She knew that Pinkimena was going through that stage where everything is emotion to her now. Happens to every single psychopathy in the world. They finally awake to reality- and they become new. Some of those emotions even hurt.

But I'm here to make sure that it doesn't happen to her.

I am her guardian angel.

                                                    (Pinkimena)

Pinkimena pressed her face tighter against Vicious' chest- she might be hurting her, but she'll get over it. Why were all these feelings getting to her? Eating her away like termites are to wood.

There are so many reasons that she would be mad... but then, Vicious turns it around to make it something more...

She made their first kiss one to remember- literally.

Like... a matter of life or death choice.

And I can see that she used all of my medicine.- most expensive one I can find. And she used the very last of it to save my life. I know she can hear me now- and even miles away she can hear my thoughts. No matter what happens, she'll always know where I'm at, and what I'm doing. It's kinda scary and stalkish- but in a good way. It makes me feel...

Safe.

"Oh Vicious... you're so annoying. But you do it for me."

"I know."

Pinkimena smiled. Communication through this was magical. I guess she really can always be there for me. Through thick and thin. Literally.

I don't know why- but I talk and talk about this mare nonstop, and think about her all the time.

I think...

Wait. This can't be happening- I can't like her! She's... She's not... I just can't! Just because you go on a date, and you think about them, and have your life saved by somepony doesn't mean you... love them.

Right?

"Do you feel better?" Asked Vicious, using her thoughtful mind transportating message to ask her question.

"I suppose. I don't really know anymore. You've corrupted me." She thought, smiling evily as she heard Vicious' thoughts come knocking on her (mind's) door again.

"You do know I like you, right?"

Pinkimena's smile fadded into a blush as she practically turned into a tomato in the face- talk about fancy, this might be over limit. And she wrapped her ideas up into her final conclusion. She thought it was just a flurt before- but things have gotten serious- and quick. And it all made sense to her- the confessions, abuse, the sacrifice- all for me.

For me. Of all ponies, it was me. It's like crusification or something. She really does care for me. And there is no longer any doubt of that. Anywhere.

"Yes." She thought. It sure was out there, and crystal clear instead of a naucious blur. She doesn't like me.

This mare, is seriously in love with me.

After about an hour later, they finally broke apart. Pinkimena was close to falling asleep in her grasp, her warm beating heart and love made her comfortable and warm.

But Vicious thought it would be better off her to sleep in a bed. She was a little tense- not to mention that unfortunately I almost lost my life tonight. I don't think that she'll leave me alon for the next week.

But that... Is fine by me.

We both cleaned up the mess in the livingroom, all the glass and the floor that was flooded in blood. While I started mopping up, I found my cupcake that I hadn't even got a chance to take a bite off of. As I bent over to get it, I felt an immediate pain in my right asscheak as Vicious slapped it hard. I  turned around, yelping like a dog.

Then things became very... bloody. We started pouring buckets of blood on each others head, and made blood angels. If I ever had anypony like this when I needed her- I'd have a happy life.

After that, we both got rinsed off. I took a shower as Vicious called the ponies to come and fix our window tomorrow. I sort of ease-dropped as I stepped out of the shower, my mane damp, and it smelled like cake and all deserts that are sweet.

Vicious was twirling the coard to her house phone in her hoof, looking down at the ground as she was talking into the phone.

It was awfully loud, she heard every word through the other line, listening to their conversation.

"Yeah.. uh, Surgar Cube Corner is where."

"Okay. What does the house look like?"

"It's a bakery. The only bakery on the block."

"Okay.. Do you want us to fix this tomorrow?"

"Preferably."

"Alrightly, and do you have any plans tomorrow? We can fix your window while your away."

Vicious hesitated for a second, then she spoke into the phone. "Yeah, we're gonna be out for a little bit- but I'd rather you guys come at dark."

"Alright. We'll stop by tomorrow about... Does eight- thirty sound good?"

"Yeah. We should be back by then."

"Okay. See you then."

"Thanks, bye."

Vicious put the pone back on the hook, a loud *click* echoed through the room. Pinkimena leaned against the wall to the hallway, folding her hooves.

"So, where are you taking us tomorrow?"

Vicious jumped, startled by the mare. "Oh! Uh.. somewhere special. I-I didn't know you we're there. It was going to be a surprise."

"Or were you going to drug me again?" She said, a smile on her face.

"Nah! It's only fun the first round." Said Vicious, leaning against the wall next to the phone. She then folded her hooves behind her head.

Pinkimena smiled as she walked past her, reaching a cabinet that was in the livingroom above a television. She pulled out a purple sheet, and spread it on the sofa neatly.

"Here. I know you're not going to go anywhere for a while, so you can crash on the couch."

Vicious raised a brow at the pink mare. "Why can't I sleep with you?" She said, a smile on her face. She sounded like a filly.

"Because I don't trust you."

"Yet..." Said Vicious, holding out a hoof at Pinkimena to escort her to her room. "May I at least take you to your bedroom, my lady?"

Pinkimena put her hoof gently ontop of Vicious', allowing her to guide her through the hall to her room at the end of the hallway.

"You may." She said, walking with Vicious into the dark dorm.

"You know, that wasn't a smart move to kill that guard. Now there going to be swarming Surgar Cube Corner. I could get caught."

"I wouldn't let that happen. I'd take you far away from here."

"I can't leave- my friends live here. I could never leave them."

Vicious looked at Pinkimena curiously. "Mena, you have friends? I mean- other than me?"

"Yes. Five others to be exact. There's Fluttershy, Rarity, Twilight, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash. They're all my dearest friends."

"Cool beans." She said, smiling.

"What was that song you sang earlier by the way? I'm curious."

"Gone, gone, gone by Phillip Phillips. It's only my favorite song ever. I heard it on the radio."

"Oh. Well, you sang it beautifully. You have a voice, Vicious."

Even in the pitch- black hallway, I could tell that she was blushing.

But then she mumbled something and swooped Pinkimena up, carrying her like a married couple after a wedding. She then opened the door to her bedroom and flicked on the lights.

She set her down, and was leaning against the doorframe. "Nice bed." She said, watching as Pinkimena threw herself onto the bed. She groaned.

Vicious made her way over there, sitting on the bed, and tapping the sheets. "This bed looks really comfy. I hope you sleep well."

She then leaned in and kissed the side of Pinkimena's face, and then stood by the lightswitch. She flicked it off, and then shut the door to the point of a crack as she whispered soft, kind words.

"Good night, Mena."