Interview with a vampire pony
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Interview with a vampire
The lonesome sun, controlled by princess Celestia, faded behind the towering brick mountains, as a few ponies trotted home from their tedious day to day jobs. One stallion walked with an unsteady step. Travelling along on the many alley ways towards the appointed location. Upon his back was his simple saddle bag which homed a note book and writing implements. His plain baby blue shirt, ruby tie and thin framed glasses; which sat on his muzzle, gave his identity away.
Front Page was a simple amber earth pony with clipped gold mare and tail, he lived for the gossip from some of the most famous idols; even getting a few spine chilling stories from the one and only princess of the night: Princess Luna. His love for the gossip was the reason he was out at this late hour. This story would be his greatest, as he was meeting up with her… DJ-PON3. World famous, the DJ mare, at only a young age, was full of untold secrets. Therefore any conversation from the filly was cherished.
Page had been thankful of the day he happens to practical crash into the young mare. She seemed to detest his guts until he had explained who he was. The way she jumped at the change to explain her story to him; at the time, was unexpected. as time passed, Page had imagined the possibilities of her strange behaviour, maybe hiding from the world was hurting her. just maybe this was a way she could get whatever feeling she had, off her chest.
He found himself looking up at a metal plated door. He shock in his hooves. The time of day and location that an idol such as the DJ had chosen truthfully chilled him to the bone. He expected a top floor apartment, with a balcony, double bed, grand kitchen and personal maid. This old, soaked, cobbled stoned ally was unexpected. As he rose his hoof to enter the room beyond, a voice caused him to hesitate.
“Are you Page?... Front Page?” the voice was croaky but a hint of feminine tone, he questioned who she/he was! Maybe a fan? Or a colleague? He slowly shuffled, turned to face the voice of the new pony, after all he couldn’t be rude to some pony who clearly knew his name...
There she was, stood in all her beauty. Her alabaster coat white as show and electric blue mane that stuck out at impossible angles like a spider plant. That mess of hair wasn’t the main attraction. Covering her unknown coloured eyes was he trademark purple sunglasses, she wore no matter that time, weather of occasion; today was no different. Guessing, he imagined behind them amethyst shields was a nervous mare. He would be first to know her past and her successful ways into a world of fame and popularity. Rumours travelled the land, landing firmly upon Page’s ears. supposedly, even her mare friend( known as classical composer and cellist, Octavia Melody,) didn’t even know her true identity.
Getting over the initial shock, Page answered her direct question “Yes I am, nice to meet you DJ-PON3."
“It’s Vinyl, Vinyl Scratch... You may as well know my real name, after tonight you will know more about me that you will even dream of,” she almost seemed to hiss the last few words as she trotted towards the iron doors, swinging them open wide with the a bubbling red aura that lit up her horn. “Shall we go inside?”
Darkness layered over the wooden floor boards like an unwanted, dirt infested blanket. The only object, other that the two recently arrived ponies, was a table half rotten from the oak beams below. Upon the table that groaned with any movement, was the saddlebag of the stallion who had now set up his quill and ink. “Ok miss scratch, start when you’re ready,” deep down he was still uncomfortable with his current surroundings, but as soon as the secretive mare confessed her life story, the sooner he could get back to the warm comfort of his office.
Gazing over the sleeping city out of the rotting balcony, she turned and stepped towards the nervous stallion. As she stood looking over him, her hoof lifted and grasped her polished lavender sunglasses which she placed gently upon table below. Moments passed before she finally opened her eyes revealling boiling blood red orbs that looked deep ino his own lime eyes, her eye glowed again “I am not just any pony… I may look the average 25 year old but I am not...” she paused turning her back to him but keeping her eyes fixed firmly upon his shaking body. She smilled like this was any other causual chat before speaking her mind. “Iam 1529 years old to be exact, “she sniggered not worried about his reaction. Yes, she hadn’t told a living soul of her life; some pony needed to know.
Page was clueless… his head was running around chasing his feelings like the pages of a freshly printed news paper that rustled in the wind above. This must be a joke! How can she be that age? ”I don’t think I understand miss.”
BANG! Her hooves collided with the desk as she partially hurled herself at the journalist. “DO YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND?” Shock rocketed over the amber stallion, he felt imprisoned by her demon eyes as they glowed with pure fury into his soul. He was terrified; he couldn’t run with every muscle immobilised. Luckily for the stallion she calmed her uncalled for outburst “I only asked you to the write it down, not to understand but… just to make my life easier, I am not a pony…” she paused yet again as she lifted her trademark glasses from the desk as she straightened her shoulders and made her self look more important than any on the other day to day pony “Iam a vampire!”
