Midnight’s Missions – Entry 2

Hey there, Lance again. So I’ve told you all what happened on my last day as a pure blood (the whole, steal shit from the god), and that I was bit in my sleep? Well now I’m gonna tell you about my first day as a vamp, I hope that you enjoy it, I know I did.

I woke from my dreams covered in sweat, with a heat between my legs you wouldn’t believe. I was 19 at this time, so I knew what it meant. I’d just never really thought of anyone in that way. My missions meant that I couldn’t really get into a relationship with anyone outside, and most of the guild members either already had relationships, or like me just hadn’t found the right one. Wondering just what might have caused this state, I thought back to my dream, hoping it might shed some light.

I remember that it started back in the ally that I spent my first few years living. I had been abandoned by my parents soon after my birth, they probably felt I was too feeble to survive, or just didn’t even deserve the chance to try. I was walking up and down the short path, trying to take my mind away from the growing pain in my empty stomach. Eventually I went back to the task I had given myself, to keep my mind from cracking. One time, when I was just finding somewhere comfortable to sleep, I saw this weird contraption on the corner of the road. I picked it up and brought it back to my little “paradise” and realised what it must have been, a crossbow, scratched and broken, almost as if it had fallen from somewhere high up, a fair number of times.

The string was rotted, and the trigger was missing completely. I decided that to burn some of my time, I would make the restoration of this object my little hobby. The first thing I did was scavenge some rough sandpaper, from the bins behind a hardware store, and a half filled can of varnish from a furniture makers, when they were closed. I must have spent about 3 weeks working on it before the wood was back to a decent quality. Then the next thing I needed to find was a decent string. A music department at the middle school was a great help there, the string from a violin making an almost perfect substitute. Though it did take me a few days to get the string into the bow, and tighten it so that it could actually store some power. The trigger was a bit tricky. I couldn’t really think of any way I could get one, without taking the specific part form something else.

I was ready to give up on the final project, but just as I was turning away (ready to go to bed after another long and painful day) I saw something rather surprising. A toy gun. The type of thing which fired those wired sucky things. I supposed that the trigger would be pretty much the same sort of thing, made of a different material sure, but in principle the same thing. I took the plastic contraption apart, an old metal spoons handle serving as my screw driver, took the parts I needed, went to the bow, and, finally, fixed it.

It had been a few days after my project was finished, when I found myself waking up in my alley. It must have been a few hours before sunlight was supposed to hit me, I could tell because I had gotten used to seeing how the shadows cast by the moon, seemed to flee before the coming of the sun, quite frankly I couldn’t blame them. Sometimes I just wanted to find that id died in my sleep, and that I could finally leave my little cardboard box. I didn’t expect heaven, I just expected a change. However, something about the alley was different, the air wasn’t gathering around me as it usually did (thanks to the wind catching nature of my box). I wasn’t alone, there was someone else there.

*long, slow whistle* I realised from the pitch that it was defiantly a mare, “you’ve really worked on this haven’t you?” her voice was almost melodious, calling to me, making me feel calm. “To be honest, I didn’t think it was possible to fix this old thing, but you’ve done quite the job.”

She slid what she was holding over to me, it was the crossbow id repaired.

“It wasn’t like I had anything else to do” I found myself answering, without really listening to what I was saying. “It was something to do, something to kill time. I’ve got a lot of time” I don’t quite know why but I began to chuckle, I just began chuckling. I stopped, then I cried.

When I say that I began crying, I don’t mean in the little baby, 2 straight hours of screaming type of crying. I mean the silent, tears just flowing down my face because no matter who hard I try I just can’t stop them, type of crying.

“Hey, who are you?” I asked the mare, she couldn’t have been that much older than me, around 16 probably. “Why are you here?” I didn’t really care, but I hadn’t talked to anyone in so long that I felt as is every opportunity to talk to some pony should be grasped as firmly as possible.

“Me? Call me Crystal, What’s your name kid?”

“Lance”

“Nice name, what are you doing in an alley like this?”

For a brief moment I felt sadder than ever before, I knew that it was a crummy crap place to live, but no one else had ever been around to confirm that before “ be fair, I asked you first” I replied. Trying to drag her attention away from me.

“Fine, fine. I’m here because you’ve got my crossbow. In honesty I was going to just leave it here with you, but the guild doesn’t let me just give stuff away, whether it’s broken or not.”

“Ok, you can have your crossbow, I couldn’t use it anyway (no bolts). But in exchange, you’ve got to answer one question”

“Hum, one question eh. Ok ill bite, what’s the question?”

“Who is this guild you’re talking about?”

Immediately her face went red, almost as if she was utterly embarrassed “Uh…well….errrrr…..”

“We had an agreement”

“I know, I know. I’m just not meant to tell anyone….Ok I’ve got an idea, I’ll tell you but first you’ve got to come with me, deal”

“Hehe, I’d leave this place if I could, but there’s one problem.”

“What?”

“I’m too tired to move…..just talking like this now is using almost all of my strength.”

“Hehehe, not a problem”

She picked me up. The first mare id ever talked too, and she’s just randomly picking me up.

“Hey wait a minute, what the Bucks going on” I was panicking so much, I didn’t know what was going on. I was terrified.

“Shhh, you’re going to wake everybody up. Besides, why are you scared? I’m not going to hurt you. Almost the opposite in fact. I’m going to take you to my home, and hopefully they’ll let you join us and you won’t have to sleep on concrete anymore.”

For the rest of the journey she held me to her chest and as she took me away from the small cardboard prison I had been sentenced to, I found myself feeling happy. I hadn’t really felt like that before. In fact, I felt so relaxed in her arms that I began to fall asleep. The last thing I saw before closing my eyes was her warm soft smile.

“WHY THE HELL HAVE YOU BROUGHT THIS USLESS BROKEN KID, INTO OUR GUILD”

“SHUT UP, YOU’LL WAKE HIM UP. AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION HE IS NOT USLESS, LOOK AT HOW HE HAS FIXED MY CROSSBOW”

That was the lovely balled that practically threw me from my comfortable sleep, to the floor of a large and very strange hall.

“Where am I?” I asked, not really to anyone, more to myself. I often asked myself questions.

“Well look at that, the kids woken up” as I raised my head, I found a quite tall and quite strong looking stallion, glaring down at me. “Crystal here thinks that you’ve got some kind of ability, well I can’t see it.”

“See what?” I asked, still a bit groggy after just having woken up.

“She says that you’re the one who fixed this bow, I think that’s bullshit.”

“I did fix that bow, I spent about 4 weeks on it”

“Prove it.”

I began raking my brain, so many questions where floating through my head. Who was this, why did he have something against me, had I ever met him before. But most important, how the hell can I prove it was me fixing the bow.

“If you look at the trigger, you’ll see it’s from a toy gun. I couldn’t think of how to get a real one so I had to find substitutes. Also the string is from a violin, a D-string I think.”

He looked at the crossbow, and began to go very red, almost like he was a fire, about to burn my very soul. But then, I don’t know why, he calmed down. “Ok kid, so you fixed the bow. You may have some use after all. Tomorrow you’ll begin training, and then we’ll see if you can stay or not.”

I let out the breath I had been holding. “Who was that?”

“Guild master, he’s basically the one in charge. Anyway, your in. the training tomorrow is just a formality anyway.”

I began to calm down. After all, if she said I was in, I was prepared to believe her. However, it was whilst I was calm that I realized something. “Hey Crystal?”

“Hmm”

“What exactly is this a guild off?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Haha.”

“But seriously, what have I got to learn.”

“We’re pretty varied in what you can learn, but the main things we are known as, are assassins and thieves”

“Well, shit”

“Don’t worry you’ll get used to it, I was born into this so it’s never seemed that weird to me”

I was beginning to wish I’d been left in my alley, it may have been cold and lonely but I’d never had to kill someone, steal yeah, but that stuffs easy. You wait until they’re not looking, then you grab and walk, never run.

“Hey, sleep on it. If you don’t like the idea, then you can leave in the morning and we’ll never bother you again.”

“Ok” I walked towards the nearest corner, and I sat down and began to curl up.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to sleep”

“Yeah, no. come on get up,” she offered her hand and pulled me to my feet “let’s get you to a bed. No more sleeping on the floor.”

She led me through the hall towards an almost invisible door. “I hope there not all like that or even if I stay id probably get stuck, just trying to get out.”

“very funny” she grinned, she had a beautiful grin. It wasn’t all girly like some mares are, but there was still a cute feminine touch there.

After a short walk, she opened a door (luckily this one was visible) and ushed me inside. It was almost exactly how you’d expect some sort of college dorm to look, functional. But there were little clues that someone pretty casual lived here, some plastic cups and cutlery, discarded along with a pizza box.

“Well this is my room, you can bunk with me for tonight. By tomorrow they should have your room all set up.”

“A-Are you sure, I don’t want to be a bother or anything”

“*sigh* come on” her grin was back as she saw just how badly I was blushing. She led me into what I assumed was the bedroom, it was quite dark. “Here” the lights came up “don’t be shy, climb on in”
She was laying down on her bed, the covers open to give enough room for someone to climb in with her. “I-I’m fine sleeping on the floor. I-If that’s ok.”

“God, get over it.” she grabbed me by the waist and lay me in the bed with her. She pulled up the covers and then, she turned off the lights. The last thing I remembered before I just fainted from embarrassment, was how warm she felt against me.

I can’t quite remember what happened after that, all I could focus on was how much I wanted to go and see Crystal, she may have been older than me, but there wasn’t that large a gap (she was 26 and I was just 19). I noted that the moon was still quite high in the clouds, and that it couldn’t be too far away from the very thing I had named myself after, half an hour either way.

I crept out of my room and elected to glide down the corridors rather then walk, less to hide my presence, more to not wake anyone or disturb anyone. Also some people may well be prepping for missions and the last thing they need is someone making a load of noise upstairs.

I spread my wings and found that they were a little bigger then I remembered. In the dark I couldn’t really see them, but I could feel that they were much larger than normal. I began to wonder why, before the heat in my loins took over again and anything that I may have questioned was covered in a haze of lust and desire. I practically floated down the corridors, passing the rooms of all my friends and colleges, made my way to where the boy’s dorm ended and where the girls began. I’m still not sure how I managed to find her room precisely. I had only ever been there once before.

As I approached her door, it opened for me. I walked into the room and the door closed behind me. She was there, sitting on her chair, wearing the close fitting guilds light variant of armour.

“Hey there Lance, what brings you here?” she had a glint in her eye, and a revealing grin on her face. “What’s the matter? Bat got your tongue, hehe.”

Author's Note

so this chapter is longer, as i promised. i hope that you didn't find it boring. i've uploaded this at the same time as the previous chapter just so that it doesn't look like i've not wrote a tiny amount. it should start progressing really, but i'm still getting bogged down in talking about his past.

hope you like it, i'm enjoying writing it.