Dreaming Nightmares.

A cloaked figure ran through the silent trees of the Everfree, wondering if she could shake off her chasers as soon as possible. She had been into Ponyville for an apple and only seconds later, having been caught stealing, she had to bolt back towards her Everfree home. She grumbled under her breath as she saw a tree getting closer in her coming path. As she continued to gallop forward, she formulated a plan in her head and smirked a little. It was a stupid plan, but it might get some space between her and the stallions behind her.

She jumped as soon as she was close enough to the tree, kicking the branch with her hind legs and bolted off as the tree branch hit the stallions dead on, knocking most of them unconscious and all of them were knocked to the floor. The figure smirked and said, in a bragging tone of voice. ''That was prefect.''

Her voice was like a bell, but it was harsh at the same time. Full of hatred did that voice contain. If anypony was nearby, they would wonder why such a pretty voice had a frozen tinge. There was also something else that her voice portrayed, the sound of a young filly, no older then 13 at the most.

The figure sighed, muttered something else. ''Such babies, they can't even catch a weak 12 year old filly like me. Pathetic.'' She was about the walk off, before turning around, glaring straight as the stallions, most still unconscious with the exception of one that decided to counter her glare with a frozen one. ''Don't make me repeat this, come near me ever again and I will kill you.''

The stallion was about the reply when the filly pull down her hood to reveal a beautiful looking white unicorn with a lavender and white streaked mane. What frightened the stallion was the filly's ruby, no blood red eyes. Eyes that looked like the blood that ran through every pony that lived in Equestria and beyond. Eyes that were unlike the eyes of normal ponies.

''Like I said, don't make me repeat myself!'' growled the filly, in the frozen voice.

The stallion decided he had enough of the filly's spookiness and picked up his comrades and ran away, yelling. ''I won't ever chase you again, I had enough of you. Feral child.''

The filly watched the stallion run away, with a confused expression. ''What's he mean by 'Feral Child'. What is a 'feral child'?'' She sighed after a second, and turned around. ''Oh, well. Time to head home, Daffodil is probably waiting for me.''

The filly picked up her saddle bags, which had fallen off her back when she had jumped and walked into the heart of the creepily strange and unnatural forest. She looked around the flora and fauna for a while, even she was spooked by the forest and she lived within these very trees for years. After all, rumor were common about these woods. Such as the powerful storm winds that could fling a pony half way across Equestria or the storm clouds that produced very high voltage rain. She had never seen these herself, personally but that didn't stop other ponies from thinking it. Even Daffodil thought the same from time to time.

''It's all pointless.'' she mumbled, her voice quiet and uncaring, but there was no a tinge of sadness filling this formerly hatred filled voice. The sound seemed to bring out a small chocolate and white spotted bunny from the trees. The filly smiled a little, petting the small bunny on the head. ''Maybe Daffodil will let me keep you, I mean it's been a whole year since I owned a pet.''

She picked up the bunny, but he hoped off her hoof and onto her back. She giggled a little, it was at times like this that she felt lively instead of her usual unemotional state. She contiued to walk forward, this time with the bunny on her back and she came across a clearing with a building big enough for a very young princess to live in, so it wasn't nearly as big as Cantorlot Castle or even as big as the Friendship Castle that Princess Twilight now lived in. Princess Twilight......

She shook her head, trying to get rid of her thoughts of the princess of 13 years. 13 years since Twilight had became a princess, 12 years since her birth, it was all so stupid. Why her of all ponies? Why did a bookworm get the title princess and have the affect those around her and affect the life of a small filly, who could have been normal.

She walked towards the castle like building, touching it gently before spotting a mare come outside. A mare with a cream coat and golden mane. It was no wonder that her cutie mark and name were Daffodil. The mare's blue eyes stared at the filly's red one, two different colors colliding in a single stare. ''Prin...'' started Daffodil, but the glare she got told her to stop what she had been saying. ''Crystal, where have you been? Don't you know that I worry about you?''

Crystal looked away for a moment, before muttering. ''Why does a nurse even care? Why does anypony care about me?! Crystal the vampire pony. I'm not natural.'' Her voice had risen and she flashed her fangs as she spoke, proving her speech about being a vampire pony.

''Crystal, I know how you feel but your mother ask me to protect you. If anypony were to find out the truth about you, you could be killed because of your unnatural self. Neither me or Twi...'' Daffodil stopped for a moment before contiuing. ''Or your mother want to see that happened, you know that.''

''Then why did mother abandon me, abandon innocent me who had only recently turned. Five years without a mother, who cared. Five years since I changed...'' Her voice trailed off, as she slowly slipped and fell to the ground, panting.

''Crystal....'' muttered Daffodil, before she walked closer to the young vampire and ran her hoof across the filly's face slowly before reaching over the filly's lips. ''Suckle, it'll do you good.''

The filly tried to protest, but her weaken state forced her to suckle of her nurse's hoof and bite in, drawing a few droplets of clear blood that dripped in and from her mouth. She swallowed as much as she needed, before gently healing the wound with her magic, she may have been a vampire but she wasn't a murderer by far, she would heal wounds in necessary.

Murderer....