One Day Like Thisby Vampy Vinyl ScratchChaptersThe Usual SilenceAn Unexpected GuestAwkward CakeOh Shit.....Which More?A Lovely Nightmare NightThe Usual SilenceTick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Let this monotonous noise end. I just moved into this town and am relatively happy being away from my family in Cloudsdale, especially after the events that occurred. I never had the drive my parents did, the athleticism, the spirit, or the motivation. I never was one for sports. My child life was a painful, sad experience. I was born a little different. I had wings that weren't wings, they were like steel plates inside a mold. It looked like someone put them there, almost as if to ruin my life. The bases of them were black and their plate-like form was kinda scary. It kinda creeped me out as a little kid seeing wings that weren't of feathers. Every year I grew, I had to get them surgically removed and a bigger model placed on. I had a dream when I was younger, and that was to be as athletic as my parents. Then came the day when I got my Cutie Mark. Most ponies think of that as the best day of their life, but not so much with me. When I got my cutie mark, it was from when I drew my first picture, of my Mom, Dad, and me. They were as shocked as I, being a Pegasus, that's not what our family was meant to do. For centuries upon centuries, our family were great athletes. We had relatives in the Wonderbolts for crying out loud. We're meant to be athletic, not some rinky-dink artist. My parents were lenient with my athletics,though, but I always felt left out because they were always doing physical activity. I could never do that. Of course, when I went back to school, I got immediate criticism. I'll never forget that day, being the worst day of my life, even worse than my accident a few years later. Having all of the people you know tell you that your life goal isn't for you hurts. It hurts really bad. I never went back to school, I just drew and my parents taught me what they knew. A couple years later, I was attacked by a vampire pony. I couldn't help at my age to be scared. He tackled me down. I felt the pain pang through my neck as I lost vision and fainted. I awoke several days later to see my parents lying beside me, eyes watery and horrible, sad noises coming from their mouths. I leaned over to recall the events to be told a tragedy that meant for my suffering of no wrong doing. I was always a good child. I did my chores and respected my parents. I had done no wrong that I could see, and now I'm going through the pain of eternal life, having to watch history fly by, and see the ones you love die. I prefer to draw, I'm called Scribbler for a reason. I just sit in my room, in the loneliness and just wait for somepony to come by. Somepony who can make me feel special. Somepony who will accept me, no matter my incident. Now, of course, I live in Ponyville. Ponyville is a nice place with friendly ponies and many others. Of course I'm the only one that stands out, being the depressing, lifeless shell of a pony that I am. The room was dimly lit as usual, my desk lamp shinging onto the paper. I scribbled away onto paper my feelings once more, then heard the doorbell ring. That was a rarity alone, to hear it ring, but what was even rarer was who was there. None other than my favorite musician of all time. The one and only, Vinyl Scratch. An Unexpected GuestI opened the door to nearly break it when I saw her eccentric blue hair, poking out like a knife as usual. I was nervous. I never would have expected to see the girl of my dreams be at my doorstep, asking to come in. I didn't know what to do. I did all I could and invited her in. Woah. How'd I do that. Whatever, just make conversation. "Wow, I wasn't expecting this. My name's Scribbler, nice to meet you Ms. Scratch." Awkward as usual, good job me. "Yeah, I know. I'm a fan of your work. I was wondering if I could get an autograph." She had a blush when she said this. I couldn't help myself to blush either, my favorite musician was a fan of my art. This set off something and caused me to faint on the site. I awoke several hours later to see the magical Vinyl still there. She was reading my book on the history of Video games. Of course though, being the socially awkward freak I am, I was left speechless. All that came out of my mouth were stutters and murmurs. I managed to say the words, "H-h-how?" "Oh you know, the internet. I was wondering if you could draw me, so I could brag to my friends." To think that the only viewers of my work was Vinyl and her friends. I couldn't help but enthusiastically nod. I couldn't contain my emotions. I immediately sprang up and ran to my room to get my supplies. This was the first time I've ever drawn somepony else in person. I was honored for it to be Vinyl Scratch too. I came back to see her rocking her normal pose, headphones on, headbanging. I managed after several hours and multiple screw-ups, I drew a motion picture by drawing the head three times with lines to show movement. I didn't want to put color, I felt as if pencil was enough. I put my Cutie Mark in the corner and handed it to her. A big smile lit up her face and she screamed. It showed that she was happy. Hell, she was more than happy, she was enthused. She handed me 50 bits, but I turned it down. I was pleased enough that Vinyl wanted me to draw her. "This is wub-tacular!" she exclaimed with a certain kind of joy in her mouth. One kind of joy that couldn't be replicated by any other pony. "It's not my best work, but I do like it." Stop being awkward, seriously. Just because she's your favorite pony doesn't mean you get to be nervous. "Well, I give it the 'Vinyl Seal of Approval'" This alone set me off again. I was crazy for Vinyl. I loved all of her work and now, that I can comprehend the situation like the little dumb-nut that I am, she loves mine. Of course though, I said the dumbest thing in my entire life, something that I knew wouldn't work. It was still worth a shot though. "Would you like something to eat or drink, maybe we can hang out?" I was expecting her to be creeped out. I was expecting just about anything but "Yes." Of course though, that's what she said. I grabbed her a soda from down the street. I felt as if she could stay in my house for a second alone. After I handed it to her we sat and talked, and talked, and talked. We talked until midnight. That's when the most unexpected thing happened. "Would it be alright if I crashed with you. Just for tonight?" Vinyl said this like she just wanted to sleep here, not like she couldn't go home. I took some thinking time and opened the couch bed to prepare it for her. I grabbed the guest sheets to turn around and just happen to notice her flank, oh so round and perfect. I couldn't help but take a good mental picture and let my imagination go wild. I brought her the sheets and made her bed. As she lay down to rest, she said to me, "I was curious if you wanted to get some cake tomorrow at noon?" I turned to her to give my simple three word response, "Yes, goodnight, Vinyl." I couldn't sleep that night knowing that she was just beneath me, oh well, I need to sleep, I have places to go tomorrow. Awkward CakeI awoke to see Vinyl gone. Not a trace of her was left, she even put the bed back up and put away the sheets. "How courteous," I said out loud. I glanced out my window to see the sun shining. It kinda hurt to look at, but I particularly didn't mind it today, I had a place to be soon. I glanced to see the time to see 11:30. Woah. Now I'm scared. I rushed up-stairs to shower and get ready. I didn't want to look like a slob when I hung out with Vinyl today. I took a shower, making sure that I was perfectly clean. I brushed my teeth then proceeded to rush out the door, only to see that it was 12:00. Oh no. I ran as fast as my hooves could take me. I made it to Sugarcube Corner to find her not there. I nearly punched my self with the realization that she wouldn't be there, it's Vinyl Scratch, she's always late. Well anyways, after about a half an hour, she shows up. She's dressed like she normally is, nothing except her trademark headphones and shades. We sat down to break some ice. "So, where are you originally from, Mr. Fancy Wings?" She said this like she was curious about my wings, sure they weren't normal, but I've seen them on other ponies. As a matter-of-fact I saw one just yesterday with these wings, he was grey and had a blonde mane. "I lived in Cloudsdale for a while. You know, where most pegasi come from. I then headed away from home for my own reasons and decided that Ponyville was a nice place." It relieved me to know she didn't ask why I left, only because she mentioned that we hadn't gotten anything to eat. I entered the incredibly bright cake shop with her to see Pinkie manning the counters and not the kitchens. "What do you want Vinyl, I'll take care of it." The look in her eyes was appreciative and sincere, her reply being "Cake," was vague, but with my deductive skills (which are rather meager in comparison to that of an investigator) I decided that she would want chocolate. "Hiya! What would you like to eat today!" She always said this with an overjoying enthusiasm that even put a smile on my face. "One slice of chocolate cake, please." I glanced at how many bits it is to determine how many bits I needed to pull out. I placed 2 exactly on the counter. When she handed me the cake, we thanked her and carried it to our table. I placed it in front of her, then heard her raise the question. "Why didn't you get anything?" "Oh, I'm just not hungry is all," I lied. I was hungry, just not for cake, I craved what I've craved for the past several years. Blood. "You sure you don't wanna bite?" She levitated the fork to my mouth as she said this. I shook my head, but she was still persistent. I needed to lie or else she might actually make me eat it. You can never know when we're talking about Vinyl. "I have a flour allergy, sorry." Wow, I suck at lying, how could she believe that. She did though, at least I think so. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know, I was just curious is all." Vinyl was acting different, like I wasn't just any other pony. It was almost as if she liked me. Nah, she couldn't, we barely knew each other, but she obviously knew something about me. That was for us to figure out later though, because in the middle of our wonderfully awkward lunch, she got a call from Octavia, her roommate. I didn't mind, even though every second we spend together make my heart warm. I needed to get home and work on some art, I've gained a new inspiration, and it's derived from the one I love. Oh Shit.....I trotted my way upstairs to keep up the reputation hailed to my name, I scribbled. I scribbled, and scribbled and scribbled. I loved Vinyl. I think she loves me, not like I could tell though. I had this thing called aspergers. I didn't know what it did, but it obviously did something. Maybe it was related to my awkwardness. Aw hell, like I cared. I loved somepony for once. I've never felt this way about somepony before. I was always told by my parents that I shouldn't rush into love. I didn't listen. I wanted to be with this mare. I drew her several times over. I was obsessed. Call me creepy, (even though I am) but I needed to get my emotions out. I did this often and I think it's healthy. It works, so that's all I care about. It was a great day. I truly knew who I loved and had drawing inspiration for once. Knock knock. Oh shit...... I opened the door to find a sad looking Vinyl. I invited her in and we sat down to talk. "What's wrong Vinyl, you alright?" I had to ask something, she looked down. I wanted to lift her up, because this wasn't normal Vinyl behavior. "Oh, I just felt bad from leaving so abruptly, Octy needed me for something. Apparently, we had bills to pay. Who gives a shit about bills!? I certainly don't. Why the hell should I give my money to somepony I don't know, huh? I mean, Celestia!" She was venting like crazy. I didn't know what to say. I mean, I don't care for bills, but gosh, she was going crazy over this. I tried to calm her down. "Well, uh....." My voice trailed off into a never-ending void of stupidity. Suddenly though, I was carried back through the void to ask the horrible question that dodges all questions, "Would you like something to drink?" Oh shit...... Did I just make this awkward again. DAMN YOU ASPERGERS! YOU'RE A BEAST FROM HELL THAT CAME TO RUIN MY LIFE! "Sure, I'll take some water." A typical Vinyl response, but just the thing I wanted to hear. I just didn't want to hear what came next as I got water from the tap. "Why don't you have water in gallons in the fridge." Quickly, lie. Lie like you have never lied before, A.K.A, make it believable. "Well, I don't mind the taste of tap water. That's all." Celestia, I hope she believed it. She kinda didn't though, I think, only because she asked me to drink it, if I didn't mind, FFFF--. I couldn't drink this, I would die. A little splash of water wouldn't hurt, just kinda tingle. Any amount of a believable drink would destroy me, from the inside out. I didn't know what to do. I drank it anyways, thinking I might pretend I went into a coughing fit. I tried, but it didn't work, because she knew of my instincts. She stuck out her hoof and just let it sit in the air. She had a smirk like she knew me before I knew her. She and I both knew what I wanted to do to her hoof, so I did. I bit her. I drank until my insides were feeling normal. I let go to just see her giving me that smirk again. It was that kind of a smirk that meant she knew what she was talking about, and knew everything from square one. It wasn't common for Vinyl to think, so this shocked me. The blood dripped from my face to the floor, I always was a bit of a messy eater. I looked at her again and began to cry. My knees felt weak and I fell to the floor. I was bawling. I never told anypony outside of my parents this. What was I going to do? Move with the little bits that I have? Get a new name, a new identity even? No, I was going to have to live with what I just endured. My pain was momentarily interrupted by the feeling of a soft hoof touch my shoulder. I glanced up to see Vinyl with a concerned look in her eyes. She lied down beside me and proceeded to talk some sense into me. "Look, Scribbler, I knew you were different from the minute I heard about your 'flour allergy.' It's fine, I promise, I won't tell nopony. Not even Octy, kay?" I nodded my head in the middle of my bawling. I couldn't stop. I never understood how tears didn't hurt me, but I didn't care. I was just feeling like shit now. I couldn't help but hug Vinyl. She was reluctant at first, but she hugged me back. I guess she thought it was the right thing to do, I mean, I was crying my eyes out. It felt good to have her in my arms. Her coat was soft and silky. She the decided to speak up. "It'll be alright, I promise, just don't you worry. Nopony will know except us." There was a bit more of a pause when she spoke up again. "Scribbler, can I ask you a question?" Well, I felt like shit, I bit my only true love, and made an ass out of myself in the process. I nodded my head, not like there was anything else to make my day worse. She asked, "Do you love me?" Her shades were off and she was looking into my eyes. I met her gaze with mine and let the silence fill the room. "Yes." It's not like I could have said anything else. I didn't want to lie to her again. After the words escaped my lips though, they were met with a kiss. A kiss that changed my life. A kiss that I assumed meant the beginning of a new page in the sad book of my life. We kissed for what seemed like hours when she gently pushed away. Her face was red with love, and so was mine. She could barely see it though, being that I have a red coat. We kissed some more and felt each other close. We both knew that it would end well. We walked to my room, where we slept that night's events off, preparing for tomorrow, and what ever may face us as a couple. Which More?I awoke sore eyed and bushy tailed. Her horn stuck out close to my eye. I probably hit it many times in the night. She was blissfully asleep. I didn’t want to wake her up, she just looked too comfortable. I went out and got her a cup of hot coffee; I felt like she was going to need it. When I got back, she was still out. I looked at her in my room, then at the pictures. I noticed that I did a pretty good job without her there, but I also noticed a sticky note that lay on them. It read “Nice! Maybe you can draw more of me. I’ll bring my bass cannon next time!” I didn’t know whether she meant more pictures, or more of her, but I’ll figure that detail out later. I heard a rustle and a yawn. When I turned my head, I saw her, sitting up on my bed. I went downstairs to grab the coffee. It was 10:00. I brought her the magical liquid you normal ponies drink. I know it’s the caffeine, but why not a soda? You get caffeine from that too, why does it have to be a bitter brown liquid? Well, she grabbed it with her magic anyways and proceeded to drink. No thank you’s or anything. I guess she was tired. As she drank the boiling hot, brown liquid, her eyes made a left-to-right wave of blinking. I had no windows in my room, so my desk lamp was on. The way the light shone on her and her eyes was astonishingly beautiful. I probably didn’t notice this in my flustered state yesterday, but her eyes were a beautiful shade of magenta, as gorgeous and radiant as her hair. I lied down beside her so she had company. Why I owned a big bed, meant for two, I’ll never know. It didn’t matter to me though, she was beside me. In our time of silence, she spoke up. ”Octy’s probably expecting me. Should I go? I want to spend all of the time in the world with you.” She said this in a half mumble and half normal manner. I thought whether Octavia needed her. Octavia from what I heard from Vinyl was very careful with what she did. She always wanted it to go right. Well, should she stay or should she go? ”Yeah. Not to be rude, but I do think you should go home. I have a feeling that Octavia’s gonna want you. I want to spend all of the time in the world with you too though, so maybe if you get some free time, we can hang out at the Sugarcube again, on me.” ”Sounds lovely. How does 4:00 sound? Maybe we could go to dinner at that café. What’s the name of it again?” ”I don’t know. Everypony just refers to it as the Café. But that sounds lovely, maybe we could go to the Sugarcube corner after the café. I’ll see you there at 4:00?” ”Sounds lovely, my little cutie.” She pecked my cheek. I offered to go downstairs to grab her stuff while she fixed her hair and stuff, you know, girl things. Well, I grabbed her shades, led her to the door and kissed her goodbye. I’m not being rude, but she probably was needed at home. I went upstairs to draw only to find a CD on my pictures with another sticky note saying to not let anyone else listen to this. I shrugged and put it in my laptop (graciously gifted to me by my parents) and proceeded to listen to it. The song serenaded me with wubs and the lyrics all spoke of me. I only knew this because at first, she said “Mr. Fancy Wings.” Again, I would let you wonderful ponies listen to it, but she told me not to. Sorry! I couldn’t wait until four. I was too happy. I couldn’t sit still, nor could I even think straight. I basically spent the rest of the day getting ready to impress her. I wanted her to have a good time. I thought of Nightmare Night coming up and decided I should go out with my fangs bared, as a joke. I also made my eyes red, because I had the ability to do so. I thought it’d be fun and funny. When four rolled along though, I got a hoodie and sweatpants on. I wanted to look suspicious as a joke. I didn’t know how badly it would end, but let’s just say it did. I’ll describe it, because that’s my job as a storyteller here, but I just want you to know this beforehand. I went outside to see ponies giving me side glances. I think this is when that Aspergers thing came into play, because every single other pony, including Vinyl gave me weird looks. At least my attire was fit for the Vinyl level of cleanliness and the weather. I ducked into the closest ally as nonchalantly as possible and changed my face. I made myself look normal. I went back to Vinyl who was happy to see me like I was, but honestly, I find it more comfortable to have all that stuff out. We stopped by the café to see a waiter waiting to seat us. When we got to our table, we had some chat. ”So, what gave you that idea to be a vampire out and about?” Vinyl looked concerned when she said this, so I thought a truthful answer was in order. ”Well, I thought it would be funny, that’s all. I have this thing called Aspergers, I don’t know what it does, but with my magical deduction skills, I have a feeling it involves that decision and my awkwardness.” ”Baby, you’re not awkward, you’re perfect. I wish I had known you before a couple of days ago. I just love you so much. I want all of Equestria to understand you. But, of course, there are some fucked up ponies out there. *cough*KingSombra*cough*. They only want to watch the world burn.” ”Well, I don’t know. Here comes the waiter. How should I tell him I’m not hungry? Quickly.” ”I don’t know, uh. Maybe. Uh. Well…. Get a Daisy Sandwich and I’ll eat it, I’ll just order a bag of chips.” ”Good Evening. May I ask what you would prefer to drink tonight?” ”I’m not thirsty. Thank you.” I hope he believed it, because who the hell goes to a restaurant and doesn’t order a drink. His face seems shocked. Shit…. ”I’ll have a Cola, please.” Oh Vinyl. Always the soda with you. ”Do you know what you’ll be having tonight?” ”I’ll just have a Daisy Sandwich, thank you.” I handed him my menu. ”I’m not that hungry, so I’ll just have some potato chips, thank you.” She handed him her menu. Once our orders were clear, it wouldn’t take long for our food to come out, considering they had Daisy Sandwiches pre-made recently and bags of potato chips. It only took a minute or so until our food came out. She ate happily, with the gaps of her not eating being filled with idle conversation. After I paid for the bill we were on our way, Vinyl asked me a question. ”So, I was wondering if you wanted to ‘make some art’ tonight. If you know what I mean.” I couldn’t move. I was redder than I normally was and just couldn’t move. It seemed like we barely knew each other, and she was rushing it, but I wanted to. I looked at her and nodded my head. “I’ll get my pencils ready for you, I wonder what pose you’ll take. I guess that part’s up to you.” I felt cool for saying this because Vinyl blushed immediately. Nice job, you told Aspergers to shut up. We arrived home for her to tell me to get ready downstairs while she prepared upstairs. Simply put, I got ready and came upstairs to find the perfect subject. I’ll leave it at the thought of you knowing that we made art that night. Some of her favorite kinds of art. Mine too. A Lovely Nightmare NightWell, here we are. It’s Nightmare Night. Well, right now it’s day, but it’s tonight! I enjoy this night because it gives me an excuse to go out normally and talk to other ponies, except more often than not, I shadily avoid conversation. It just feels nice to go outside every once in a while. I’m sure you know. Anyways, I woke up with her bright coat next to me again. It was comforting to have another pony by my side at a constant rate for once. As I recalled last night based off of what was in the room and the state of me and Vinyl, we had sex, I think. That or we had some really big, messy party that stained my bed. I’m pretty sure it’s not the latter. I glanced at her, taking in her beauty. It always stood out to me. You know, I went to a club where she was DJ-ing once. Now, let me recall the events. The blaring noise. The drunk ponies. The bright lights. This is a club alright. Well, why am I here again? I don’t even remember. I just decided to, I guess. That detail left my mind as soon as I saw who was Dj-ing, it was Vinyl. I don’t know how I got in without seeing at all that Vinyl was here, but I didn’t. As my hooves plodded on the hard floor, mares I didn’t know were shaking their flanks everywhere. Sluts. I don’t see how you’re willing to give up your body so easily, knowing good and well that it’ll be to a stallion that you won’t love tomorrow or ever. Who cared about them though, they can make their own mistakes. I just needed to see Vinyl. I couldn’t hear myself think when I got that close to the speaker. My brain wanted for me to say hi to her, but my mouth told me to shut up. I just couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t muster up the strength. She didn’t notice me, since she was in the zone, the music was loud, and she had her headphones on. Oh well. I crowd surfed my way to the back and left, of course I took one last look at Vinyl though. I couldn’t resist looking at her. She was gorgeous. If only she could be mine. A tear rolled down my face. I rushed out the door so I couldn’t be seen. I spread my wings and flew home. I started crying again at the thought that I wanted her to be mine before we even knew each other. Now she’s mine. I know it might sound a little selfish, but I just always thought she was the perfect mare. My head turned as I though this, my eyes landing on Vinyl. I looked at the time, 8:00, she won’t be up. I lied next to her, hugging her, and dozed back off into a blissful sleep. I could just hear the creepy organ music now, because it was dark outside. Vinyl was gone. Bummer. I’ll probably see her though. I made myself look “scary” and trotted outside. The streets were filled with kids in costumes, waiting to get candy. They looked cute in their fake costumes being zombies, mummies, and above all, vampires. I wanted to scare them with my “really real looking costume,” but I didn’t. I needed to find Vinyl. I wandered aimlessly for a while until I found a pony that seemed familiar. It was Vinyl, the only pony I really knew. In a way, I was relieved it wasn’t someone of the past. My mind was rushing a mile a minute when I saw she was with other ponies. It didn’t help that she turned, saw me, and invited me over. I curled a bit like Fluttershy, and covered my eyes with my wings. She grabbed my hoof and dragged me over to the crowd. I couldn’t help but struggle a little. She kissed me which set off me and the crowd. As soon as my wings retracted, she introduced me to her friends. ”This is Scribbler. He’s the one I’ve been hanging out with recently! Do you got anything to say, babe?” She poked me. ”I HAD SEX WITH HER!” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. FUCK! WHY IN THE NAME OF CELESTIA DID I YELL THAT OUT LOUD!? ”Vinyl! Is this true!?” This was Octavia. She seemed like a mother to Vinyl. Of course, Vinyl was speechless. She looked at me, and immediately looked away. She slightly nodded her head in Octavia’s direction. Octavia looked at me, and took me away from the crowd. We talked so no one can hear us. ”You seem like a nice guy, so I’ll ask you, who was it that mentioned it, you or Vinyl? ”Vinyl, ma’am. I’m really sorry, I have a hard time controlling my awkwardness and what I say, or even how I think others will react. It just sort of came out. I didn’t mean any harm, I really do love her.” Celestia I hoped a truthful heartfelt explanation would get me out of this one. ”I’ll let you go this time, only because she was the one who mentioned it. I won’t mention your name when I confront her. Go back to the crowd, they obviously want to hear more things about you.” She spoke with a thick Canterlot accent. I wonder if she was from there. Why would she be in Ponyville then? Whatever. I didn’t want to walk, so I flew to Vinyl’s side and stayed aloft in the air. I pecked her a kiss, which was met with what seemed like a smack across the face. She didn’t react. She just stared into the distance, like her friends at me. They were staring at my eyes. I explained to them that it was a costume. I lied, obviously, but it was feasible considering the holiday among us, Nightmare Night. Speaking of, I never got a chance to notice Vinyl’s costume. She was a vampire. She had the fake fangs in her mouth. How thoughtful of her to be like this. I looked at her, about to question her odd behavior. I poked her with my hoof, to get her to look at me. She did, but with that blank expression. I kissed her again, nothing. What was wrong with her? Her friend who was yellow with an orange mane came to her side, seeing if anything would happen. Nothing. After a while of us trying to do something to change this state of emptiness, she screamed. Her screams pierced the world around us all, but these weren’t screams of horror, or sadness, these were screams of rage. She was infuriated. Nopony could contain her. She was out of control. She screamed in my face. ”YOU JUST HAD TO FUCKING TELL THEM, DIDN’T YOU!!! YOU COULD’VE JUST SHUT UP, BUT YOU FELT THE NEED TO SAY SOMETHING. WELL, DO I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU. FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!! WHY DON’T I JUST START YELLING SHIT?! HERE, LET ME GO! HEY, EVERYPONY, SCRIBBLER IS A VAM-.” I cut her off, silencing her with a bite to the neck. It was the only way, knock her out so she couldn’t fight. All of her friends looked at me, with this feeling of sorrow, I handed the body to Octavia and flew home. Tears started pouring out of my face. A whine filled the sky. My house was near, so I needed to drop altitude. As I got closer to the ground, I slammed open the door so hard it closed itself as I ran upstairs to lie down. I hugged the only stuffed animal I had, a bat. ”Vinyl, is something wrong? You look, a little different.” I wonder if she’d open her mouth while I looked at her. ”Oh, nothing, I just came to apologize… that’s all…” Her face was red. She was hiding something. I couldn’t tell by her mouth if something was wrong because she barely opened it. My heart nearly started beating again once I saw a little red flicker in her eye. It’s official. I’m a member of the “Just Killed My True Love on Accident but They Still Love Me” club. I tried to mention it to her as calmly as possible. ”Vinyl, are you sure, your eyes are kinda off. They seem, red.” I got her. Her face was red, and she was speechless. ”Fine, I guess I have to tell you.” She took the bandages off around her neck to reveal my bite marks, except if they weren’t fatal, they would’ve been gone by now. “I knew it would end like this when I met you, but that’s what I wanted. I wanted to live forever with you. Now that our wish has been granted, I say it calls for a celebration. Ponyville knows vamponies exist, they just have never seen one so polite and normal. We can just go out and be ourselves. Our perfectly happy, vampony selves.” Tears rolled down my eyes again. What is it with today and me crying? I kissed her, and she kissed back. We made out for a while until she noticed that it was 10:00. Time for our party. We walked outside, being ourselves. We got positive looks from everypony. This night instantly got better. As we made our way to the town square, we kissed and accepted each other’s embrace. When we arrived, the Element of Laughter, Pinkie Pie, was waiting for us with none other than Celestia and Luna. They gave a speech. Celestia opened the speech, “May this day be known to everypony as the day of acceptance, for we have grown a tolerance of those known as the Vampony species. Now, we shall celebrate in this harmonious occasion with great fun! And please, show our newfound friends respect!” Luna had some closing words on the topic. “I’ve been working with the Vamponies for years upon years now, slowly understanding them. Now that we have everypony in Equestria agreeing that they deserve respect, it is what they shall get. Thank you, Scribbler, for setting the bar for all of your children to come.” My face went red as soon as she mentioned children, and so did Vinyl, but she had a smile. We shared glances at each other, then back at Celestia. She spoke, “Let’s start this party with a bite, Scribbler, you have the honors.” I looked at Vinyl, and she looked back. She stuck her neck out, and I bit down, marking the new age of vamponies to be a race as common as Pegasi and Unicorns. We would never die though, simply because we were both bitten. Now that we know that we will watch over our ancestors happily together, we partied. We partied until we could party no more. I would describe it to you, but most of it is a blur to me. I came and went like anything else. As we trotted our tired bodies home, we lied down. I’m pretty sure Vinyl told Octavia that she’d be moving in. I had to remind her though, that she needs to be more of a morning person now because she had no coffee or energy drinks. She mumbled and dozed off. I had my bat in my hooves and held it close as I fell asleep by Vinyl, the pony whom I thought I would never get, now lying beside me, dozing off every day forever. Goodnight, Equestria, let’s see what the future has in store for us.
The Usual SilenceTick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Let this monotonous noise end. I just moved into this town and am relatively happy being away from my family in Cloudsdale, especially after the events that occurred. I never had the drive my parents did, the athleticism, the spirit, or the motivation. I never was one for sports. My child life was a painful, sad experience. I was born a little different. I had wings that weren't wings, they were like steel plates inside a mold. It looked like someone put them there, almost as if to ruin my life. The bases of them were black and their plate-like form was kinda scary. It kinda creeped me out as a little kid seeing wings that weren't of feathers. Every year I grew, I had to get them surgically removed and a bigger model placed on. I had a dream when I was younger, and that was to be as athletic as my parents. Then came the day when I got my Cutie Mark. Most ponies think of that as the best day of their life, but not so much with me. When I got my cutie mark, it was from when I drew my first picture, of my Mom, Dad, and me. They were as shocked as I, being a Pegasus, that's not what our family was meant to do. For centuries upon centuries, our family were great athletes. We had relatives in the Wonderbolts for crying out loud. We're meant to be athletic, not some rinky-dink artist. My parents were lenient with my athletics,though, but I always felt left out because they were always doing physical activity. I could never do that. Of course, when I went back to school, I got immediate criticism. I'll never forget that day, being the worst day of my life, even worse than my accident a few years later. Having all of the people you know tell you that your life goal isn't for you hurts. It hurts really bad. I never went back to school, I just drew and my parents taught me what they knew. A couple years later, I was attacked by a vampire pony. I couldn't help at my age to be scared. He tackled me down. I felt the pain pang through my neck as I lost vision and fainted. I awoke several days later to see my parents lying beside me, eyes watery and horrible, sad noises coming from their mouths. I leaned over to recall the events to be told a tragedy that meant for my suffering of no wrong doing. I was always a good child. I did my chores and respected my parents. I had done no wrong that I could see, and now I'm going through the pain of eternal life, having to watch history fly by, and see the ones you love die. I prefer to draw, I'm called Scribbler for a reason. I just sit in my room, in the loneliness and just wait for somepony to come by. Somepony who can make me feel special. Somepony who will accept me, no matter my incident. Now, of course, I live in Ponyville. Ponyville is a nice place with friendly ponies and many others. Of course I'm the only one that stands out, being the depressing, lifeless shell of a pony that I am. The room was dimly lit as usual, my desk lamp shinging onto the paper. I scribbled away onto paper my feelings once more, then heard the doorbell ring. That was a rarity alone, to hear it ring, but what was even rarer was who was there. None other than my favorite musician of all time. The one and only, Vinyl Scratch.
An Unexpected GuestI opened the door to nearly break it when I saw her eccentric blue hair, poking out like a knife as usual. I was nervous. I never would have expected to see the girl of my dreams be at my doorstep, asking to come in. I didn't know what to do. I did all I could and invited her in. Woah. How'd I do that. Whatever, just make conversation. "Wow, I wasn't expecting this. My name's Scribbler, nice to meet you Ms. Scratch." Awkward as usual, good job me. "Yeah, I know. I'm a fan of your work. I was wondering if I could get an autograph." She had a blush when she said this. I couldn't help myself to blush either, my favorite musician was a fan of my art. This set off something and caused me to faint on the site. I awoke several hours later to see the magical Vinyl still there. She was reading my book on the history of Video games. Of course though, being the socially awkward freak I am, I was left speechless. All that came out of my mouth were stutters and murmurs. I managed to say the words, "H-h-how?" "Oh you know, the internet. I was wondering if you could draw me, so I could brag to my friends." To think that the only viewers of my work was Vinyl and her friends. I couldn't help but enthusiastically nod. I couldn't contain my emotions. I immediately sprang up and ran to my room to get my supplies. This was the first time I've ever drawn somepony else in person. I was honored for it to be Vinyl Scratch too. I came back to see her rocking her normal pose, headphones on, headbanging. I managed after several hours and multiple screw-ups, I drew a motion picture by drawing the head three times with lines to show movement. I didn't want to put color, I felt as if pencil was enough. I put my Cutie Mark in the corner and handed it to her. A big smile lit up her face and she screamed. It showed that she was happy. Hell, she was more than happy, she was enthused. She handed me 50 bits, but I turned it down. I was pleased enough that Vinyl wanted me to draw her. "This is wub-tacular!" she exclaimed with a certain kind of joy in her mouth. One kind of joy that couldn't be replicated by any other pony. "It's not my best work, but I do like it." Stop being awkward, seriously. Just because she's your favorite pony doesn't mean you get to be nervous. "Well, I give it the 'Vinyl Seal of Approval'" This alone set me off again. I was crazy for Vinyl. I loved all of her work and now, that I can comprehend the situation like the little dumb-nut that I am, she loves mine. Of course though, I said the dumbest thing in my entire life, something that I knew wouldn't work. It was still worth a shot though. "Would you like something to eat or drink, maybe we can hang out?" I was expecting her to be creeped out. I was expecting just about anything but "Yes." Of course though, that's what she said. I grabbed her a soda from down the street. I felt as if she could stay in my house for a second alone. After I handed it to her we sat and talked, and talked, and talked. We talked until midnight. That's when the most unexpected thing happened. "Would it be alright if I crashed with you. Just for tonight?" Vinyl said this like she just wanted to sleep here, not like she couldn't go home. I took some thinking time and opened the couch bed to prepare it for her. I grabbed the guest sheets to turn around and just happen to notice her flank, oh so round and perfect. I couldn't help but take a good mental picture and let my imagination go wild. I brought her the sheets and made her bed. As she lay down to rest, she said to me, "I was curious if you wanted to get some cake tomorrow at noon?" I turned to her to give my simple three word response, "Yes, goodnight, Vinyl." I couldn't sleep that night knowing that she was just beneath me, oh well, I need to sleep, I have places to go tomorrow.
Awkward CakeI awoke to see Vinyl gone. Not a trace of her was left, she even put the bed back up and put away the sheets. "How courteous," I said out loud. I glanced out my window to see the sun shining. It kinda hurt to look at, but I particularly didn't mind it today, I had a place to be soon. I glanced to see the time to see 11:30. Woah. Now I'm scared. I rushed up-stairs to shower and get ready. I didn't want to look like a slob when I hung out with Vinyl today. I took a shower, making sure that I was perfectly clean. I brushed my teeth then proceeded to rush out the door, only to see that it was 12:00. Oh no. I ran as fast as my hooves could take me. I made it to Sugarcube Corner to find her not there. I nearly punched my self with the realization that she wouldn't be there, it's Vinyl Scratch, she's always late. Well anyways, after about a half an hour, she shows up. She's dressed like she normally is, nothing except her trademark headphones and shades. We sat down to break some ice. "So, where are you originally from, Mr. Fancy Wings?" She said this like she was curious about my wings, sure they weren't normal, but I've seen them on other ponies. As a matter-of-fact I saw one just yesterday with these wings, he was grey and had a blonde mane. "I lived in Cloudsdale for a while. You know, where most pegasi come from. I then headed away from home for my own reasons and decided that Ponyville was a nice place." It relieved me to know she didn't ask why I left, only because she mentioned that we hadn't gotten anything to eat. I entered the incredibly bright cake shop with her to see Pinkie manning the counters and not the kitchens. "What do you want Vinyl, I'll take care of it." The look in her eyes was appreciative and sincere, her reply being "Cake," was vague, but with my deductive skills (which are rather meager in comparison to that of an investigator) I decided that she would want chocolate. "Hiya! What would you like to eat today!" She always said this with an overjoying enthusiasm that even put a smile on my face. "One slice of chocolate cake, please." I glanced at how many bits it is to determine how many bits I needed to pull out. I placed 2 exactly on the counter. When she handed me the cake, we thanked her and carried it to our table. I placed it in front of her, then heard her raise the question. "Why didn't you get anything?" "Oh, I'm just not hungry is all," I lied. I was hungry, just not for cake, I craved what I've craved for the past several years. Blood. "You sure you don't wanna bite?" She levitated the fork to my mouth as she said this. I shook my head, but she was still persistent. I needed to lie or else she might actually make me eat it. You can never know when we're talking about Vinyl. "I have a flour allergy, sorry." Wow, I suck at lying, how could she believe that. She did though, at least I think so. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know, I was just curious is all." Vinyl was acting different, like I wasn't just any other pony. It was almost as if she liked me. Nah, she couldn't, we barely knew each other, but she obviously knew something about me. That was for us to figure out later though, because in the middle of our wonderfully awkward lunch, she got a call from Octavia, her roommate. I didn't mind, even though every second we spend together make my heart warm. I needed to get home and work on some art, I've gained a new inspiration, and it's derived from the one I love.
Oh Shit.....I trotted my way upstairs to keep up the reputation hailed to my name, I scribbled. I scribbled, and scribbled and scribbled. I loved Vinyl. I think she loves me, not like I could tell though. I had this thing called aspergers. I didn't know what it did, but it obviously did something. Maybe it was related to my awkwardness. Aw hell, like I cared. I loved somepony for once. I've never felt this way about somepony before. I was always told by my parents that I shouldn't rush into love. I didn't listen. I wanted to be with this mare. I drew her several times over. I was obsessed. Call me creepy, (even though I am) but I needed to get my emotions out. I did this often and I think it's healthy. It works, so that's all I care about. It was a great day. I truly knew who I loved and had drawing inspiration for once. Knock knock. Oh shit...... I opened the door to find a sad looking Vinyl. I invited her in and we sat down to talk. "What's wrong Vinyl, you alright?" I had to ask something, she looked down. I wanted to lift her up, because this wasn't normal Vinyl behavior. "Oh, I just felt bad from leaving so abruptly, Octy needed me for something. Apparently, we had bills to pay. Who gives a shit about bills!? I certainly don't. Why the hell should I give my money to somepony I don't know, huh? I mean, Celestia!" She was venting like crazy. I didn't know what to say. I mean, I don't care for bills, but gosh, she was going crazy over this. I tried to calm her down. "Well, uh....." My voice trailed off into a never-ending void of stupidity. Suddenly though, I was carried back through the void to ask the horrible question that dodges all questions, "Would you like something to drink?" Oh shit...... Did I just make this awkward again. DAMN YOU ASPERGERS! YOU'RE A BEAST FROM HELL THAT CAME TO RUIN MY LIFE! "Sure, I'll take some water." A typical Vinyl response, but just the thing I wanted to hear. I just didn't want to hear what came next as I got water from the tap. "Why don't you have water in gallons in the fridge." Quickly, lie. Lie like you have never lied before, A.K.A, make it believable. "Well, I don't mind the taste of tap water. That's all." Celestia, I hope she believed it. She kinda didn't though, I think, only because she asked me to drink it, if I didn't mind, FFFF--. I couldn't drink this, I would die. A little splash of water wouldn't hurt, just kinda tingle. Any amount of a believable drink would destroy me, from the inside out. I didn't know what to do. I drank it anyways, thinking I might pretend I went into a coughing fit. I tried, but it didn't work, because she knew of my instincts. She stuck out her hoof and just let it sit in the air. She had a smirk like she knew me before I knew her. She and I both knew what I wanted to do to her hoof, so I did. I bit her. I drank until my insides were feeling normal. I let go to just see her giving me that smirk again. It was that kind of a smirk that meant she knew what she was talking about, and knew everything from square one. It wasn't common for Vinyl to think, so this shocked me. The blood dripped from my face to the floor, I always was a bit of a messy eater. I looked at her again and began to cry. My knees felt weak and I fell to the floor. I was bawling. I never told anypony outside of my parents this. What was I going to do? Move with the little bits that I have? Get a new name, a new identity even? No, I was going to have to live with what I just endured. My pain was momentarily interrupted by the feeling of a soft hoof touch my shoulder. I glanced up to see Vinyl with a concerned look in her eyes. She lied down beside me and proceeded to talk some sense into me. "Look, Scribbler, I knew you were different from the minute I heard about your 'flour allergy.' It's fine, I promise, I won't tell nopony. Not even Octy, kay?" I nodded my head in the middle of my bawling. I couldn't stop. I never understood how tears didn't hurt me, but I didn't care. I was just feeling like shit now. I couldn't help but hug Vinyl. She was reluctant at first, but she hugged me back. I guess she thought it was the right thing to do, I mean, I was crying my eyes out. It felt good to have her in my arms. Her coat was soft and silky. She the decided to speak up. "It'll be alright, I promise, just don't you worry. Nopony will know except us." There was a bit more of a pause when she spoke up again. "Scribbler, can I ask you a question?" Well, I felt like shit, I bit my only true love, and made an ass out of myself in the process. I nodded my head, not like there was anything else to make my day worse. She asked, "Do you love me?" Her shades were off and she was looking into my eyes. I met her gaze with mine and let the silence fill the room. "Yes." It's not like I could have said anything else. I didn't want to lie to her again. After the words escaped my lips though, they were met with a kiss. A kiss that changed my life. A kiss that I assumed meant the beginning of a new page in the sad book of my life. We kissed for what seemed like hours when she gently pushed away. Her face was red with love, and so was mine. She could barely see it though, being that I have a red coat. We kissed some more and felt each other close. We both knew that it would end well. We walked to my room, where we slept that night's events off, preparing for tomorrow, and what ever may face us as a couple.
Which More?I awoke sore eyed and bushy tailed. Her horn stuck out close to my eye. I probably hit it many times in the night. She was blissfully asleep. I didn’t want to wake her up, she just looked too comfortable. I went out and got her a cup of hot coffee; I felt like she was going to need it. When I got back, she was still out. I looked at her in my room, then at the pictures. I noticed that I did a pretty good job without her there, but I also noticed a sticky note that lay on them. It read “Nice! Maybe you can draw more of me. I’ll bring my bass cannon next time!” I didn’t know whether she meant more pictures, or more of her, but I’ll figure that detail out later. I heard a rustle and a yawn. When I turned my head, I saw her, sitting up on my bed. I went downstairs to grab the coffee. It was 10:00. I brought her the magical liquid you normal ponies drink. I know it’s the caffeine, but why not a soda? You get caffeine from that too, why does it have to be a bitter brown liquid? Well, she grabbed it with her magic anyways and proceeded to drink. No thank you’s or anything. I guess she was tired. As she drank the boiling hot, brown liquid, her eyes made a left-to-right wave of blinking. I had no windows in my room, so my desk lamp was on. The way the light shone on her and her eyes was astonishingly beautiful. I probably didn’t notice this in my flustered state yesterday, but her eyes were a beautiful shade of magenta, as gorgeous and radiant as her hair. I lied down beside her so she had company. Why I owned a big bed, meant for two, I’ll never know. It didn’t matter to me though, she was beside me. In our time of silence, she spoke up. ”Octy’s probably expecting me. Should I go? I want to spend all of the time in the world with you.” She said this in a half mumble and half normal manner. I thought whether Octavia needed her. Octavia from what I heard from Vinyl was very careful with what she did. She always wanted it to go right. Well, should she stay or should she go? ”Yeah. Not to be rude, but I do think you should go home. I have a feeling that Octavia’s gonna want you. I want to spend all of the time in the world with you too though, so maybe if you get some free time, we can hang out at the Sugarcube again, on me.” ”Sounds lovely. How does 4:00 sound? Maybe we could go to dinner at that café. What’s the name of it again?” ”I don’t know. Everypony just refers to it as the Café. But that sounds lovely, maybe we could go to the Sugarcube corner after the café. I’ll see you there at 4:00?” ”Sounds lovely, my little cutie.” She pecked my cheek. I offered to go downstairs to grab her stuff while she fixed her hair and stuff, you know, girl things. Well, I grabbed her shades, led her to the door and kissed her goodbye. I’m not being rude, but she probably was needed at home. I went upstairs to draw only to find a CD on my pictures with another sticky note saying to not let anyone else listen to this. I shrugged and put it in my laptop (graciously gifted to me by my parents) and proceeded to listen to it. The song serenaded me with wubs and the lyrics all spoke of me. I only knew this because at first, she said “Mr. Fancy Wings.” Again, I would let you wonderful ponies listen to it, but she told me not to. Sorry! I couldn’t wait until four. I was too happy. I couldn’t sit still, nor could I even think straight. I basically spent the rest of the day getting ready to impress her. I wanted her to have a good time. I thought of Nightmare Night coming up and decided I should go out with my fangs bared, as a joke. I also made my eyes red, because I had the ability to do so. I thought it’d be fun and funny. When four rolled along though, I got a hoodie and sweatpants on. I wanted to look suspicious as a joke. I didn’t know how badly it would end, but let’s just say it did. I’ll describe it, because that’s my job as a storyteller here, but I just want you to know this beforehand. I went outside to see ponies giving me side glances. I think this is when that Aspergers thing came into play, because every single other pony, including Vinyl gave me weird looks. At least my attire was fit for the Vinyl level of cleanliness and the weather. I ducked into the closest ally as nonchalantly as possible and changed my face. I made myself look normal. I went back to Vinyl who was happy to see me like I was, but honestly, I find it more comfortable to have all that stuff out. We stopped by the café to see a waiter waiting to seat us. When we got to our table, we had some chat. ”So, what gave you that idea to be a vampire out and about?” Vinyl looked concerned when she said this, so I thought a truthful answer was in order. ”Well, I thought it would be funny, that’s all. I have this thing called Aspergers, I don’t know what it does, but with my magical deduction skills, I have a feeling it involves that decision and my awkwardness.” ”Baby, you’re not awkward, you’re perfect. I wish I had known you before a couple of days ago. I just love you so much. I want all of Equestria to understand you. But, of course, there are some fucked up ponies out there. *cough*KingSombra*cough*. They only want to watch the world burn.” ”Well, I don’t know. Here comes the waiter. How should I tell him I’m not hungry? Quickly.” ”I don’t know, uh. Maybe. Uh. Well…. Get a Daisy Sandwich and I’ll eat it, I’ll just order a bag of chips.” ”Good Evening. May I ask what you would prefer to drink tonight?” ”I’m not thirsty. Thank you.” I hope he believed it, because who the hell goes to a restaurant and doesn’t order a drink. His face seems shocked. Shit…. ”I’ll have a Cola, please.” Oh Vinyl. Always the soda with you. ”Do you know what you’ll be having tonight?” ”I’ll just have a Daisy Sandwich, thank you.” I handed him my menu. ”I’m not that hungry, so I’ll just have some potato chips, thank you.” She handed him her menu. Once our orders were clear, it wouldn’t take long for our food to come out, considering they had Daisy Sandwiches pre-made recently and bags of potato chips. It only took a minute or so until our food came out. She ate happily, with the gaps of her not eating being filled with idle conversation. After I paid for the bill we were on our way, Vinyl asked me a question. ”So, I was wondering if you wanted to ‘make some art’ tonight. If you know what I mean.” I couldn’t move. I was redder than I normally was and just couldn’t move. It seemed like we barely knew each other, and she was rushing it, but I wanted to. I looked at her and nodded my head. “I’ll get my pencils ready for you, I wonder what pose you’ll take. I guess that part’s up to you.” I felt cool for saying this because Vinyl blushed immediately. Nice job, you told Aspergers to shut up. We arrived home for her to tell me to get ready downstairs while she prepared upstairs. Simply put, I got ready and came upstairs to find the perfect subject. I’ll leave it at the thought of you knowing that we made art that night. Some of her favorite kinds of art. Mine too.
A Lovely Nightmare NightWell, here we are. It’s Nightmare Night. Well, right now it’s day, but it’s tonight! I enjoy this night because it gives me an excuse to go out normally and talk to other ponies, except more often than not, I shadily avoid conversation. It just feels nice to go outside every once in a while. I’m sure you know. Anyways, I woke up with her bright coat next to me again. It was comforting to have another pony by my side at a constant rate for once. As I recalled last night based off of what was in the room and the state of me and Vinyl, we had sex, I think. That or we had some really big, messy party that stained my bed. I’m pretty sure it’s not the latter. I glanced at her, taking in her beauty. It always stood out to me. You know, I went to a club where she was DJ-ing once. Now, let me recall the events. The blaring noise. The drunk ponies. The bright lights. This is a club alright. Well, why am I here again? I don’t even remember. I just decided to, I guess. That detail left my mind as soon as I saw who was Dj-ing, it was Vinyl. I don’t know how I got in without seeing at all that Vinyl was here, but I didn’t. As my hooves plodded on the hard floor, mares I didn’t know were shaking their flanks everywhere. Sluts. I don’t see how you’re willing to give up your body so easily, knowing good and well that it’ll be to a stallion that you won’t love tomorrow or ever. Who cared about them though, they can make their own mistakes. I just needed to see Vinyl. I couldn’t hear myself think when I got that close to the speaker. My brain wanted for me to say hi to her, but my mouth told me to shut up. I just couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t muster up the strength. She didn’t notice me, since she was in the zone, the music was loud, and she had her headphones on. Oh well. I crowd surfed my way to the back and left, of course I took one last look at Vinyl though. I couldn’t resist looking at her. She was gorgeous. If only she could be mine. A tear rolled down my face. I rushed out the door so I couldn’t be seen. I spread my wings and flew home. I started crying again at the thought that I wanted her to be mine before we even knew each other. Now she’s mine. I know it might sound a little selfish, but I just always thought she was the perfect mare. My head turned as I though this, my eyes landing on Vinyl. I looked at the time, 8:00, she won’t be up. I lied next to her, hugging her, and dozed back off into a blissful sleep. I could just hear the creepy organ music now, because it was dark outside. Vinyl was gone. Bummer. I’ll probably see her though. I made myself look “scary” and trotted outside. The streets were filled with kids in costumes, waiting to get candy. They looked cute in their fake costumes being zombies, mummies, and above all, vampires. I wanted to scare them with my “really real looking costume,” but I didn’t. I needed to find Vinyl. I wandered aimlessly for a while until I found a pony that seemed familiar. It was Vinyl, the only pony I really knew. In a way, I was relieved it wasn’t someone of the past. My mind was rushing a mile a minute when I saw she was with other ponies. It didn’t help that she turned, saw me, and invited me over. I curled a bit like Fluttershy, and covered my eyes with my wings. She grabbed my hoof and dragged me over to the crowd. I couldn’t help but struggle a little. She kissed me which set off me and the crowd. As soon as my wings retracted, she introduced me to her friends. ”This is Scribbler. He’s the one I’ve been hanging out with recently! Do you got anything to say, babe?” She poked me. ”I HAD SEX WITH HER!” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. FUCK! WHY IN THE NAME OF CELESTIA DID I YELL THAT OUT LOUD!? ”Vinyl! Is this true!?” This was Octavia. She seemed like a mother to Vinyl. Of course, Vinyl was speechless. She looked at me, and immediately looked away. She slightly nodded her head in Octavia’s direction. Octavia looked at me, and took me away from the crowd. We talked so no one can hear us. ”You seem like a nice guy, so I’ll ask you, who was it that mentioned it, you or Vinyl? ”Vinyl, ma’am. I’m really sorry, I have a hard time controlling my awkwardness and what I say, or even how I think others will react. It just sort of came out. I didn’t mean any harm, I really do love her.” Celestia I hoped a truthful heartfelt explanation would get me out of this one. ”I’ll let you go this time, only because she was the one who mentioned it. I won’t mention your name when I confront her. Go back to the crowd, they obviously want to hear more things about you.” She spoke with a thick Canterlot accent. I wonder if she was from there. Why would she be in Ponyville then? Whatever. I didn’t want to walk, so I flew to Vinyl’s side and stayed aloft in the air. I pecked her a kiss, which was met with what seemed like a smack across the face. She didn’t react. She just stared into the distance, like her friends at me. They were staring at my eyes. I explained to them that it was a costume. I lied, obviously, but it was feasible considering the holiday among us, Nightmare Night. Speaking of, I never got a chance to notice Vinyl’s costume. She was a vampire. She had the fake fangs in her mouth. How thoughtful of her to be like this. I looked at her, about to question her odd behavior. I poked her with my hoof, to get her to look at me. She did, but with that blank expression. I kissed her again, nothing. What was wrong with her? Her friend who was yellow with an orange mane came to her side, seeing if anything would happen. Nothing. After a while of us trying to do something to change this state of emptiness, she screamed. Her screams pierced the world around us all, but these weren’t screams of horror, or sadness, these were screams of rage. She was infuriated. Nopony could contain her. She was out of control. She screamed in my face. ”YOU JUST HAD TO FUCKING TELL THEM, DIDN’T YOU!!! YOU COULD’VE JUST SHUT UP, BUT YOU FELT THE NEED TO SAY SOMETHING. WELL, DO I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU. FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!! WHY DON’T I JUST START YELLING SHIT?! HERE, LET ME GO! HEY, EVERYPONY, SCRIBBLER IS A VAM-.” I cut her off, silencing her with a bite to the neck. It was the only way, knock her out so she couldn’t fight. All of her friends looked at me, with this feeling of sorrow, I handed the body to Octavia and flew home. Tears started pouring out of my face. A whine filled the sky. My house was near, so I needed to drop altitude. As I got closer to the ground, I slammed open the door so hard it closed itself as I ran upstairs to lie down. I hugged the only stuffed animal I had, a bat. ”Vinyl, is something wrong? You look, a little different.” I wonder if she’d open her mouth while I looked at her. ”Oh, nothing, I just came to apologize… that’s all…” Her face was red. She was hiding something. I couldn’t tell by her mouth if something was wrong because she barely opened it. My heart nearly started beating again once I saw a little red flicker in her eye. It’s official. I’m a member of the “Just Killed My True Love on Accident but They Still Love Me” club. I tried to mention it to her as calmly as possible. ”Vinyl, are you sure, your eyes are kinda off. They seem, red.” I got her. Her face was red, and she was speechless. ”Fine, I guess I have to tell you.” She took the bandages off around her neck to reveal my bite marks, except if they weren’t fatal, they would’ve been gone by now. “I knew it would end like this when I met you, but that’s what I wanted. I wanted to live forever with you. Now that our wish has been granted, I say it calls for a celebration. Ponyville knows vamponies exist, they just have never seen one so polite and normal. We can just go out and be ourselves. Our perfectly happy, vampony selves.” Tears rolled down my eyes again. What is it with today and me crying? I kissed her, and she kissed back. We made out for a while until she noticed that it was 10:00. Time for our party. We walked outside, being ourselves. We got positive looks from everypony. This night instantly got better. As we made our way to the town square, we kissed and accepted each other’s embrace. When we arrived, the Element of Laughter, Pinkie Pie, was waiting for us with none other than Celestia and Luna. They gave a speech. Celestia opened the speech, “May this day be known to everypony as the day of acceptance, for we have grown a tolerance of those known as the Vampony species. Now, we shall celebrate in this harmonious occasion with great fun! And please, show our newfound friends respect!” Luna had some closing words on the topic. “I’ve been working with the Vamponies for years upon years now, slowly understanding them. Now that we have everypony in Equestria agreeing that they deserve respect, it is what they shall get. Thank you, Scribbler, for setting the bar for all of your children to come.” My face went red as soon as she mentioned children, and so did Vinyl, but she had a smile. We shared glances at each other, then back at Celestia. She spoke, “Let’s start this party with a bite, Scribbler, you have the honors.” I looked at Vinyl, and she looked back. She stuck her neck out, and I bit down, marking the new age of vamponies to be a race as common as Pegasi and Unicorns. We would never die though, simply because we were both bitten. Now that we know that we will watch over our ancestors happily together, we partied. We partied until we could party no more. I would describe it to you, but most of it is a blur to me. I came and went like anything else. As we trotted our tired bodies home, we lied down. I’m pretty sure Vinyl told Octavia that she’d be moving in. I had to remind her though, that she needs to be more of a morning person now because she had no coffee or energy drinks. She mumbled and dozed off. I had my bat in my hooves and held it close as I fell asleep by Vinyl, the pony whom I thought I would never get, now lying beside me, dozing off every day forever. Goodnight, Equestria, let’s see what the future has in store for us.
