After TCB - Bloody Fangs

by Equestrian Templar

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, Romance, Original Character, Rarity, Other, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1007

After The Conversion Bureau, the age of Vamponies begin.

It was written many stories about The Conversion Bureau. Some ended victory for ponies, another ended victory for humans.
But there are other stories. Stories from worlds where everyone lost. Tales from worlds changed beyond recognition. Worlds condemned to damnation. The Worlds where hope is lost forever.
But there, are many stories. Stories of heroism and betrayal, life and death, love and hate. Because for these worlds did not occur the end but only the beginning of the next chapters written ruthless Destiny.
The chapters describing lives in these new dark ages. Lives full of trials and hardships but also the dark rewards and pleasures.
And here is one of those stories. The story from the world where stream of blood flowing for satisfaction of the thirst of the new rulers of the Earth and Equus.
Let's look at this new era, through the eyes of man who is looking for a his way home. Let's look at changing world, where wild magic grows everything and the power of modern science is lost. A world where humans are servants and ponies are cattle, filling the wishes of their new masters, who are fighting for dominance over what's left.
Look at his life in the world of Blood Fangs.

Author's Note: I want to point out that English is not my native language, so it is very likely that there will be spelling errors. So I apologize in advance.
This story is inspired by many things such as Legacy of Kain or Vampire Earth novels, but this is not a crossover. I wish you pleasant reading and please write your comment.
Thank you very much.

Published 2014-01-01 20:50:08 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-01 20:50:08 UTC

1. Under the Bloody Moon

6.8.1. A.F.B.

Why do I write my experiences into this notebook? Due to memories? A lot of what I saw and heard for the last year I like best forgot. For future generations? I doubt that in my notes was something they could not hear. To relieve the stress? Maybe.
Yeah, pathetic reason for wasting paper and pencil. But what about the guy who hides in an abandoned cottage in the middle of a full bloody moon do? At least the moon shines so bright I do not need a candle.

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I stop writing when hear a scream. Screams reminiscent shrieks of the bat. Someone was hunting. I look carefully out the window and see in the red glow of the moon in the sky three flying creatures circling above the village near the hill on which stood my refuge.
I´m pull from the backpack binoculars and with apprehension, through him look at the village.
I was right.

From the houses were fleeing in panic ponies and the reason why they did not remain within, just passed through the wall. From the cloud of dust came out creature, walking upright, measuring more than two meters twenty, at least twice as wide as me and all muscle straining as steel ropes. Tyrant.

If someone seven years ago said me, that around the planet will walk hybrids of humans and colorful ponies from another world with a big appetite for blood, I laughed in his face. But then came the barrier, bureas, newfoals and all the shit between.

And when it seemed that the barrier finally stopped, so they appeared. Vamponies! Yeah, the vampire version of ponies. At that time were four-legged, until the moment when they first drink human blood. Then began the real massacre. Something in our blood had they run in some kind of mutation.

They have become hybrids, perfect hunters and killing machines. Forget the common weakness of vampires or vamponies. The stake in the heart? Dissolved in water? Cremation in the sun? Everything to throw out the window.
And their abilities? Such as increased strength, speed or super regeneration? That's all have a lot more depending on what type were for. Vamponies were divided into three types like normal ponies, though now are called otherwise. And according to me that their new names fit like a glove.

For example, the giant who just pass through the walls as if it were paper, belongs to the Tyrants. They have evolved from the earth vamponies. All more than two meters tall and incredibly strong. Almost nothing can stop when they start running, tearing obstacles and opponents bare hands.

Or refracting necks as dry twigs. I must add, when in tyrant's hand to I see writhing pony. Tyrant him free hand unhurried breaks and then bites his neck. At that moment, was breached wall of the neighboring house. And appeared on the scene the next two tyrants and by those melons on breasts, it was mares.

To be honest. So vamponies mares were physically despite the fangs, claws and red eyes very appealing. That does not mean that I would want them invite to date!

All three tyrants from rubble took a pair fragment and started throwing them after fleeing ponies. They got a good shot, because in the moment, few ponies littered on the ground in pains and very likely with the broken bones.

Other ponies but ignore it and continue to escape. So it all had to be newfoals. Born equestrians, or at least some of them would try to rescue their fallen, but newfoals. They had from the vamponies outright panic fear, bordering on phobia.

Which to me is quite justified. Because those wretches ran right into the arms of Reavers. Type vamponies, that originated from the vampire unicorns. Where tyrants were strong and unstoppable, these they were fast and agile. Like right now.

Faster than their prey, leaping to and fro with inhuman elegance. And with claws sharp as razor blades, single motion severed leg muscles and their victims fell on the road. And then confirmed my fears. This was not hunting due to hunger or for new meat to the blood farms. It was hunting for fun.

Tyrants simply kill their victims and drink their blood. But Reavers with theirs victims first play. Spices their blood fear and pain. It's not pretty. But I do not know what is worse. That torture or torturers themselves, even at that distance could see that it enjoy.

It stops just at the moment when near them, falls the pegasus body and I´m pick up the binocular to the sky. Sentinels, vampire pegasus which I saw for the first time, among themselves throwing like a ball, one unlucky normal pegasus, which they tried to fly away.

Whenever it one of the three seized him, drank from him and threw another. This was repeated twice more before releasing the body on one of the roofs, where crumbled into dust. And those three join to other hunters at the edge of the village.

Three Tyrants, three Reavers and three Sentinels. I could feel my dry throat. If they notice me, I'm dead meat! Reaver´s horns glowed soft glow, looking for likely the rest newfoals who managed to escape. It took less than a minute and then ran to a nearby forest, with tyrants and sentinels right behind them.

Once out of sight, I relieved to sit on the floor. Personally, I do not consider myself as coward, but nor as hero. All those, what it thought had died in the first months after the Fall of Barrier. So thanks, but no. I want to live longest as much as possible.
With a sigh, I put the binoculars down, gaze upon the red glow of the moon and silently utter a single sentence.

"What awaits me tomorrow?"

The same question can give yourself every night, since the day when the world changed for the second time and certainly not for the better.