Chapter 2 Blood

Chapter 2 Blood

Slowly your vision returns. Your eyes seep open slowly and gently to the sight of a purple alicorn looking over you smiling “ Well Good morning sleepyhead.” She says as you feel the puffiness of a soft quilt tossed around you.

You look around and notice the place you in, it’s made mostly out of wood almost as if you were inside a tree. There were a few windows that let in some sunlight. You sit up in the bed as your body feels numb. You feel lighter as you scan yourself. You suddenly notice that your hoofblade is gone. Quickly you glance at your bare arm and look around.

“Whoa, whoa relax your stuff is downstairs.” The purple pony said pressing a hoof to your chest. “Though I will say you didn’t have much…just an old coat and a metal thing that was around your foreleg.”

You stare at her silently lying back down feeling your head press into the soft pillow.

“How are you feeling?” She said feeling your forehead with her hoof. “I had to use some pretty strong anesthetic when I stitched you up. You do feel like you have a fever, it’s probably just the medicine.” Your head was pounding in a dull muffled pain. “So what’s your name?” the purple pony asked. You continue to stare at her uncomfortably; after all you weren’t accustomed to such hospitality. Her expression changed from that of a smile to that of a small look of concern. “Uh, I’m princess Twilight Sparkle.” She says putting a hoof to her chest. “and this here is Spike” she says pointing.

You turn your head to your other side and gaze upon a small purple dragon who cautiously waves at you. You bite your lip sucking in air looking back at Twilight and uttering your name.

“Well nice to meet you.” she says, “I’m sure you have loads of questions but…hee hee I probably have even more for you. For now I’ll let you rest don’t worry you can stay here as long as you like. When you’re feeling better I can show you around and introduce you to my friends.”

“T-Thanks….for everything.” You utter.

Twilight smiles at you “come on spike.” she calls as the small dragon follows her down the stairs. You feel sleep grasping you in its spell as you close your eyes.

You awake sometime later. The sunlight that flowed in through the windows was now replaced with the steely moonlight draping itself through the shadows. You again sit up in the bed and scan your surroundings. Across the room from you, you see another bed occupied by Twilight with spike sleeping on the floor in a small bed that looked to be for a pet. Silently you get out of bed, you are careful not to wake Twilight or Spike. You had no intention of saying goodbye. You must remain focused on your mission. Your injuries already cost you a day or more and the lycan has probably moved on. You tip trot down the stairs looking around at all the books on the shelves. Either this was the town library or you were dealing with the biggest bookworm in Equestria. You walk over to the table and see your hoofblade you slide it on when you hear a voice behind you.

“I couldn’t figure out what that is….I assume it’s something important to you or you wouldn’t have it around your arm.” Twilight said fully awake as you turned around. “If you don’t mind” She asks sheepishly, “I am curious about where you came from and just why you were half dead on my front lawn.”

You tell her your story….about how you were raised in the forests of Vanhoover about how your family was killed by the beast, about how you will not stop hunting it until its head rests on a pike.

Twilight hung her head low.

“I’m sorry.” she says as it seems she can’t even find the words to express the amount of sorrow she feels.

“Don’t be you were not the beast that killed my family.” You say.

“How do you know?” She asks “It’s true I’m not a Lycan but…”

“The beast I’m looking for has a scar on its left eye.”

“A scar on its left eye eh.” Twilight says.

“Yes have you seen anypony with this scar?”

“Cant’ say that I have.” She says.

“I never got a chance to really thank you for saving my life.”

“Don’t mention it.” Twilight says.

“I should probably head out the thing could be all the way to Las Pegasus by now.”

You grab your coat and pull up your hood facing the wooden door.

“Wait!” Twilight says.

“What is it?”

“I may know somepony who can help.”

You arrive at the Blood Room a vampony bar. You stand motionless as the cold wind of the night hangs over you. Strange this place seemed to be the only sign of activity in the entire town. Twilight had told you to go to this “vampony bar”…and seek a mare by the name of Vinyl Scratch. You stare at the solid wooden door wondering what kind of atmosphere awaits you inside. Taking in the cool oxygen you place a hoof on the door and push in.

The place reveals to you a dark dungeon like room but didn’t look so different than your standard bar. There were tables occupying the center of the room filled with ponies chatting up about their day’s exploit and in the back were a few dark booths where some pretty shady ponies sat. The place reeked of blood a strong metallic smell that seemed to clog your nostrils. Quickly as you were doing your survey of the area you notice something. All the ponies’ eyes in this place are glued right onto you.

You mentally prepare to flick your hoofblade out should the situation arise, as you gently take your steps in. The solid door shuts behind you blocking out the light of the moon. You couldn’t believe it but the place got even darker as now the only light was from the small candles on the tables. You kept your hood up so as not to draw attention but it didn’t seem to be working that well. You spot the bar and the bartender, an average gray Unicorn stallion with a shot glass cutiemark and blood red eyes a common trait among those in this place. You figure you’d ask him where you can find this Vinyl Scratch. The entire place has fallen deathly silent as the sound of your hoofsteps are the only vibrations that echo through the air.

You think you hear some of the ponies whispering things as you walk by like “Smells like an unconverted” or “Mmm I bet his blood tastes exquisite.” You turn your head towards the whispers and give a “Don’t mess with me?” glare that would make a Manticore tremble. Never the less you continue your stride finally arriving at the bar and hover yourself up onto one of the stools. This seems to calm the place down as you hear the majority of the ponies go back to their conversations. The bartender sees you and trots over to you wiping a glass with a rag wrapped in magic.

“So what’ll it be friend? Lemme guess a Bloody Mare-y will that be type A or type O?”

“Actually I want information.”

“Ah well that I can help ya in too.” The bartender says with a small smile as he continues his work seeing that you’re no longer a potential customer.

“I’m looking for somepony.” You say leaning in not wanting the other bar goers meddling in your affairs.

“Do ya have a name?” The bartender asks leaning in close to a whisper distance.

“I’m looking for a mare by the name of Vinyl Scratch”

“That’s me!” A female voice booms out from across the room in the back in the darkness of the corner booth as the room again instantly goes silent. Vamponies must have super hearing being closely related to a bat which navigates by sound.

You look over at the dark corner as you see a white hoof emerge from the shadows beckoning you over. You oblige getting up from your seat and walking across the dark bar of creatures you only heard of in legend. You stared down at a couple of tables, no whispers this time just all staring at you in silence. You can see that most of the ponies have the blood red eyes and all of them had two long fangs dangling down from their mouths. Some mares stared at you with almost a lust in their eyes while stallions simply give you a look of anger and hatred. You could feel all their eyes pierce into you as you approached the corner booth. You arrive at your destination and slide in with part of your long coat draping over the side.

You stare into the darkness that bears the pony you were here to meet. After a good while she leans into the small light of the candle on the table. She is a pure white Unicorn with fire red eyes and an electric blue mane. Perched on top of her head are a pair of sunglasses with purple lenses that seem to mimic the eyes of a bug. Next to her on the table she has a small glass of a crimson liquid. She softly smirks at you as a pair of fangs exposes themselves from behind her lips.

“You've seen my face now let me see yours.” she says gesturing her head to your hood.

You sigh but comply as you slowly reach up letting your hooves rest at the crest of your hood before sliding it back revealing your face and lush mane.

“Cute.” Vinyl says, “Hooves on the table.”

Sensing where she is going with this you still comply placing your hooves and forelegs to rest flat across the table. As you suspected almost instantly Vinyl reaches one of her hooves over to undo the release latch on your blade but you wouldn’t accept that. You slam your left hoof on top of hers as she grunts in surprise you can hear other ponies leaping up from their seats eager to defend the mare from you.

“It stays with me.” You say in a serious tone.

Vinyl giggles a little “well at least you’re not as stupid as I thought.” She waves her other hoof at her defenders telling them to sit back down. “So……what’s a non-converted like you doing in a vampony bar.” Vinyl says taking a sip of her crimson drink.

“I need your help.” You say.

“A lot of ponies want my help why should I help you?” She says.

You think for only a second “Because I’m going to put your enemies head on a pike.” You say.

Vinyl’s eyes widen as she looks shocked but then smiles wide “Sooo your hunting a Lycan are you?”

“ Indeed Ms. Scratch. One that took something very dear to me.”

“ You want to kill the beast?”

“I want it to suffer like I did.”

“I will help you for I know of who you seek.”

“How can you?”

“you seek Venator the alpha of the pack… we had heard rumors that the dogs leader was wounded none the less by a mortal.”

“I need to be sure.”

“Large…Black…Doglike that’s a nice scar you gave him…..his left eye I believe.”

“WHERE IS HE!!” You yell leaping up from your seat knowing that some of the other customers are staring at your outburst.

Vinyl smiles as if teasing you. “He’s right here in Ponyville the wolf pack make their den here.”

“Who is he?” You say trying to hide the feeling of excitement that your search is nearly over.

“I….honestly don’t know the only way to find him would be to wait for a transformation.”

“But if he knows I’m here.”

“All Lycans undergo a forced transformation on the next full moon which happens to be 27 days from now the hunters moon, how ironic fate is.” Vinyl giggled.

“27 Days what if he leaves?”

“He won’t those damn dogs are in heat, mating season they all stick around the den.”

“Still 27 days!”

“it ain’t so bad is it I would suggest just getting to know ponies and blend in when the time comes, and it will come. You will have your battle and I hope the head of that monster.”

You sigh, feeling mixed emotions you had completed your search but now the damn thing won’t let you exact your revenge for another 27 days.

“Thanks Vinyl.” you say before pulling up your hood and standing up.

“No problem, hey be careful heat season those things get way more aggressive and try to turn more ponies.”

“I’m always careful and I have my hoofblade.”

“Indeed now run along blend in find some friends and wait….”

“I will Vinyl thanks again.”

She lifts her crimson drink giving you a little toast to your quest as you turn around and head towards the door. You slide open the solid wood of the door letting the cool night embrace you. You look up at the small sliver of the moon among the stars and in the distance you hear a wolf’s howl. “Better head back to Twilight's.”

Author's Note

Hey guys thanks for reading!!!

I don't know when I'll be able to get chapter 3 of this out it shouldn't be too long but....yeah.

Wish you all the best and Rock on

-Zeta