"You're a Vampire, Fluttershy."

by JustAnotherTimeLord

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Fluttershy, Comedy
Length: 1527

During a freak storm from the Everfree in winter, Fluttershy is visited by a peculiar visitor.

During a freak storm from the Everfree in winter, Fluttershy is visited by a peculiar visitor.

Published 2014-01-01 07:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-01 07:10:02 UTC

"Wh-What?"

Author's Note

I literally came up with this idea and wrote most of it over the course of two hours. This is a stupid story. I literally don't care about it whatsoever. If you laughed, that's cool. If you don't like it, that's cool. Hope everyone had a happy new year!

"Wh-What?"

Lightning flashed across the sky followed by a thundering boom. The wind howled, tearing at the trees around Fluttershy’s cottage. Wind battered against its walls, creating a small, steady roar.

Fluttershy was sitting by her fireplace covered in a olive drab blanket, trying her best to stay warm during the odd winter storm coming from the Everfree. It wasn’t cold enough for snow, so the rogue storm dropped massive globules of cold rain.

“Oh, I hope this rain stops sometime soon,” Fluttershy said to herself before flinching at the flash of lightning and covering her ears at the sound of thunder. She pulled the blanket closer to her body, pulled a pillow from her side, and laid down. She closed her eyes, letting the combined warmth of the fire and her blanket drift her off into a deep sleep.

Of course, she didn’t hear the sounds of a motorcycle outside. The sounds of the old vehicle’s engine was drowned out by the roar of the wind and rain. Then, the engine stopped. There was relative silence for a minute before there was one small knock.

Fluttershy moved slightly, her head shoving deeper into the pillow. The knock came again with three successions, the same level of sound as before. Fluttershy was still unphased.

BANG!

Fluttershy awoke with a start, jumping all the way up from the ground to her ceiling, hitting her head on the wood, and then falling back on the ground in a disheveled pile. Stars filled her vision as she tried to come back to reality before the banging knock came again with three successions.

She slowly inched away from the door, her eyes becoming pinpricks. She finally hit the back wall, and then looked around frantically for an escape.

“Oh no oh no oh no oh no,” she sputtered, her head swivelling every which way. Then, there was a bang, followed by a crash as the door fell forward. Wind blew in, making papers fly all around and squelching out the fire. Everything went dark, and Fluttershy went quiet, listening intently to the sound of the wind and rain for anything else. Lightning flashed, and a figure standing in the doorway was illuminated, piercing red eyes being the Fluttershy’s focus.

Then, Fluttershy started screaming. The figure walked forward upon hearing this, lit a match, and threw it into the fire, starting it up instantly.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” the burly figure said. “You can stop screamin’ now.” With this, Fluttershy promptly stopped with a small squeak. The fire gave her a better look at the intruder in her home. Whatever it was, it was massive, tall, and had a large beard.

. . . And it picked the door back up, placing it back in the frame. It turned around and said, “Well, don’t be shy. I won’t bite.” For some reason, the thing burst out laughing, far louder than the joke warranted.

Of course, Fluttershy didn’t move an inch. The thing noticed this, and frowned at her.

“Oh, I know what it is. I look intimidating, don’t I?” he said. “Well, it was pretty cold, so I bundled up a bit. Here, let me take off this stuff.” The figure tore off the beard, placing it on her couch before taking off the massive coat. Massive was an understatement. It was so large that after he took it off and dropped it on the couch, it snapped the couch in half.

“Oh . . . woops,” he said. After taking her horrified eyes off her couch, she went back to noticing the figure without the massive coat and beard. He wore a black tuxedo with a white dress shirt and bow tie. It was topped off by a long black cape that surrounded him. His hair was black and matted back, and he still had his striking red eyes.

“I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Count Dracula!” he said, rolling the R and extending his arms outward for effect. “And it’s time to go. Come now, Fluttershy. We have a time schedule to keep.”

Her eyes grew from pinpricks to a confused gaze. “What?” she squeaked out.

“What do you mean ‘what’? It’s time to go. Did you not receive the letters?” Fluttershy shook her head. “Well . . . that would explain a lot. Well, that must mean you don’t know.”

The Count walked across the room, make his way to Fluttershy. Fluttershy kept trying to edge away, but the wall was too strong. Dracula knelt down to one knee, placed his hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder, and said, “You’re a vampire, Fluttershy.”

Being reminded of her vampire transformation, she blushed before giving him a nonplussed look. “Um, Twilight said that I wasn’t a vampire. And, um, I only drank the juice from apples. I can’t be a vampire . . . right?”

Dracula gave her a smile, his overly large canines shining in the dim light. “There are many kinds of vampires. Many drink blood, yes, but at my school of Bloodcraft and Vampirey, we have a diverse population. In fact, there are a few that just suck the red off of things. Either way, Twilight actually just released your latent power. You have always been a vampire.”

Dracula stood back up, that same smile still emblazoned on his face. “Now come on! We can’t dilly dally.”

Fluttershy hid part of her face behind her mane and casted her non-hidden eye to the ground. “Oh, I don’t know. I would be leaving my friends and my animals, and what would happen if I were gone? Oh no, they wouldn’t have anypony to feed them! I can’t let them sta—”

“Fluttershy,” Dracula said, “you are thinking too much. Besides, without proper training, you won’t be able to control your vampire powers. And you know what happened when you didn’t have control of them.”

Once again reminded of her unfortunate past debacle, she blushed. He’s right, she thought. I already ruined Applejack’s crop once . . .

Finally looking up, she said, “Okay, I’ll come with you. But . . . do I get to say goodbye to my friends?”

“Oh, of course!” he said, gesticulating outward, making his cape fly about. “We can make a short stop for all of them. But need I remind you that we are on a schedule? Keep it quick.”

Fluttershy gave a small smile before finally getting up from corner. She began walking toward Dracula before something fell out of his massive coat. It seemed like a small box when it hit the floor with a thump, and when the top came open, it was a birthday cake. It seemed to say Harry—

“Don’t mind that,” Dracula said as he snatched the box away and stuffed it back into the coat. “I . . . borrowed this from a friend. I guess he forgot to clear out his pockets.” He gave he the same warming smile. Something was rather odd about that smile, but Fluttershy couldn’t figure out what, nor did she seem to care. He seemed nice enough.

Dracula picked up his coat and put it on, the bulky thing giving him the girth she thought he had when she first saw him. He then put on his fake beard, sticking back on his face.

“Well, let’s get a move on!” Dracula said, making his way to the door. “Come on this way; I’ll show you how to fit on this . . . motorcycle, I believed it was called.” Fluttershy followed him to the door. Dracula reached over and got a coat hanging off a rack by the door, giving it to Fluttershy.

“Thank you,” she said, putting the coat on. Dracula opened the door and walked out into the surprisingly calm storm. What was left of the torrential rain were the sprinkles coming from the sky. The battering winds were now nothing but a calm breeze.

Sitting near her door was the . . . thing she presumed he was talking about. It was a large, silver bike with a light in between the handle bars. It’s seat was black, and it was on that seat that Dracula went to sit.

“Hmm, well, this may be odd, but you are going to need to sit behind me and hold on to me while I drive,” he said, putting the key in the ignition and starting it with a loud thrum. Fluttershy chose to fly over to the bike instead of hopping on and dropped down to sit on the bike. positioned her forelegs and hooves on his sides as best she could and as she was told, and all of a sudden, Dracula pushed on the accelerator and into the skies. As they pulled away, a sly smile crossed Dracula’s face, and into the clouds they went.