Children of The Night: The Two-World Walker

Chapters

The Clocktower of Memories & Back In Time
The Walker's Path
Twilight's Secret Revealed
The Lullaby Locket
Time On The Run
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I'm Stuck
A Dreadfull Fight
The Truth Reviled

The Clocktower of Memories & Back In Time

Twilight ran to Dracula's side and nudged him but her wasn't moving or breathing. Fearing the worst Twilight turned around and started running as fast as her legs would allow before she spread her wings. Taking to the air Twilight flew with blood tears staining her fur yet she was in such an upset state she couldn't bring herself to care. Finally her wings wouldn't carry her any farther making her crashing into a stained glass window of an old castle far, far from any civilization, not even pony.

With one wing embedded with glass and one hoof broken Twilight limped down the hall that was covered in plant life the only way to go was up a spiral staircase heading up into a tower. The other paths were block by the plants so Twilight had no choice but to go up.

As she slowly climbed a ticking sound hit her ears, a clocktower and on the moving second hand swayed a mortal soul. High above the clocktower sits either justice or poison. Yet it's the sound of a heartbeat that haunts the only mare making her way to the top.
The seven nightmares created by the darkness of the purest evil, which brought the wrost of all. Even if it seems a bit too late that isn't the truth everything can still change if a heart has a spark of light no matter how small that spark is.

Reaching the top of the stairs Twilight's legs gave out and she collapsed before chain-like vines wrapped around her legs lifting her up into the air. The gears of the tower started turn backwards as several different lights shined brightly in glass bottles scattered around the lone pony. Several lives played before the odd eyes as the old and long forgotten memories became hers to bare. The blood of a supreme nation and the vanity of a deadly admission both were only the start of the seven nightmares of the end.

The seven walls of the circular each had an alcove with an object housed away from the world because of all these items brought from being into the wrong hooves.

"Lu li la" that phrase was repeated from the objects two voices sounded like teens while the rest sounded like adults.

The first object was a katana sword, the second was a red wine glass, and the thrid were four mirrors chained together. The fourth was a doll that had pale green coat while the mane and tail were the shade of green grass while the eyes were closed. The fifth was a set of sewing scissors, the sixth was a spoon and the seventh was a golden key.

The chains gave a soft glow as the lights left their bottles and entered the mare's mind. Her memories had several hundred others distorted all she knew just as the clock face glowed opening a protal to the past. Being thrown or rather sent adrift in the vortex her body had been adorned in a light pink dress that Twilight had never seen before.

The Walker's Path

It was midnight, and a pony with a few vampire features all but slept peacefully and quietly in her bed. It had been heavily raining during the night, drawing forth dark emotions none should bear on themselves. The mare dreamt of horrid things, dark beings of pure shadow with blood dripping down their gaping muzzles. Creations not meant for the pony psyche, let alone the dreamscape of one such as herself.

The mare tossed and turned, trying with all her might to banish the evil creatures from her mind. They had uttered no sound and made no breaths. As if to add insult to injury there was a soft voice repeating the lines of a dark poem in her mind. Finally her fidgeting and rustling came to a stop as she shot up with a sharp gasp. She looked around her room and saw nothing but darkness and the shadows that were cast from the droplets slowly falling down her window. She controlled her breathing as she got out of her bed. She stared up at the shining and beautiful full moon that covered the sky. Staring long into the moon, she could remember Luna silently singing in her dream.

Follow sweet children I’ll show thee the way.

Through all the pain and the sorrows...

The mare hoped to find some hidden answer behind the lines that repeated in her mind but came up with nothing. Why had she received this dream? What did it mean? She elicited a sigh of disappointment as she turned her head away from the moon, and looked towards Spike who was sound asleep in his little bed on the floor. A brief saddened expression spread across the mare's face as she watched the purple dragon sleep.

She drew in a deep breath as she lit a candle with her magic. As the small flame came to life she hovered it close to herself, hoping to expel any unseen shadows that would dare harm her. She quietly found her way downstairs, the only sound to be heard was the quiet clopping of her hooves. She carefully placed the candle on the top of the bookshelf. She glanced over the titles of many books. 'High Seas: Reference Guide to the Waters of Equestria', 'Myths and Legends of Equestria', 'The Arcanic Shift: What is it?'. The mare found many more titles like those, many far fetched titles that she would not catch herself reading at all. She enjoyed books that were written about something practical, however she did always enjoy a good book by Rick Riordan. That pony could write a good book. She slowly shook her head and focused back on finding what she needed for answers.

Finally she had found the book she was looking for and all it said about Children of the Night was a poem that read,

Come little children I’ll take thee away,

Into a land of enchantment,

Come little children the time’s come to play,

Here in my garden of shadows.

Follow sweet children I’ll show thee the way,

Through all the pain and the sorrows,

Weep not poor children for life is this way,

Murdering beauty and passions.

Hush now dear children it must be this way,

To weary of life and deceptions.

Rest now my children for soon we’ll away,

Into the calm and the quiet.

Come little children I’ll take thee away,

Into a land of enchantment,

Come little children the time’s come to play,

Here in my garden of shadows.

Reading the dark words on the page sent a shiver through her spine. But as she read on the mate found out that the Children of the Night apparently were ponies that instead of worshiping Celestia, Goddess of the Sun. Worshiped Luna, Goddess of Moon. That was all that was written in the book, the poem and then that. Nothing more.

The mare felt wrong to read this and uncomfortable to think about it. The words of the poem repeated in her head. Over and over again. All of a sudden she heard the hoof steps in a hallway nearby.

The marr’s heart raced as she called out into the night, "Who... who goes there?”

As if expecting an answer she stood waiting for a reply. Nothing but the sound of rain against wood. But the mare walked in the direction of the hoof steps. Holding onto the candle with her magic she crept through the shadows. Moving past the stairs and to a hallway that extended straight into the kitchen and two adjoining rooms. The mare looked around the corner and saw nothing beyond the field of vision that was given to her by the candle.

The mare heard the hoof steps again but it was much louder. It sounded like it came from one of the rooms in the hallway. She looked into the room and saw nothing but a single mirror. A mirror that was not there before. She walked over to it and looked at her reflection. A purple mare unicorn with a messy mane and tired eyes. Her coat was rough and course.

After minutes of staring at herself she was about to walk away when her shape in the mirror changed. It swirled into the form of Princess Luna. She wanted to scream in joy but she could not because happiness had gripped her vocal chords and she could not move or make a sound. The Princess stared into her soul and said in her mind,

“Twilight Amila Sparkle, you must remember the poem. My Other Children will arise soon and with it a dark shadow to be cast upon this land. You must resist. But none can resist the lure of the dark."

The Princess’ face smirked and dark mist began to envelop Twilight and she could not move or speak. The mist fully engulfed her and her vision blackened and she heard Luna say, "Here in my garden of shadows.”

* * *

It was a rainy and cold night as Princess Luna tried to find the source of what sounded like a wailing foal, she had been searching for nearly an hour since she had first caught wind of the noise. A little colt named Dracula or Silverdawn was helping his Mother look for whatever was cuasing wailing sound, he had heard the noise first before Luna did. But something seemed wrong, the wailing became loud sobbing which Dracula heard from ten feet away. Luna became dependent on finding out what was going on, Dracula saw something about five feet in front of him and pointed it out to his Mother.

Dracula saw a crow land near what looked like a pair of corpses. The differences were hard to tell, but the body structure gave the gender of the corpses. The corpse on the left was a stallion who was clutching a moving fuzz-ball, and the corpse on the right was a mare who was clutching some sort-of box. The sight was gruesome the mare's stomach had been bitten into for some reason, and the stallion's muzzle was covered in thick blood.

The blood made Luna think that this stallion had bitten into the mare's stomach to help birth a foal, which she thought was the moving fuzz-ball. Luna looked at the fuzz-ball who began wailing again, but not as loud as before it seemed more tired like. The fuzzy figure shifted in the dead stallion's hooves, the figure wanted to move around and didn't want to be held within a pair of dead hooves.

When Dracula moved closer to the figure the head moved to reveale the figure's face, the pupils were slits held within lilac orbs. Two little fangs shown easily against her bottom lip, at her sides were wings that looked like a mix of bat and dragon features. The base of the wing looked like a dragon's wing, while the appendages looked like a bat's wing. The vampire featured figure looked at Dracula he took notice of a unicorn horn on the figure's forehead, it became clear that this figure was a half vampire-half unicorn... A halfbreed, a vary rare and special creature.

Twilight's Secret Revealed

*After Being Found by Dracula and Luna*

Twilight woke when she heard the sounds of other voices, some argued, some yelled, and some were whispering. Young Dracula sat near the newest Child of the Night, little Twilight slowly opened her eyes, she saw the outline of Dracula's form as she looked up in fear as she felt a million eyes staring at her. Princess Luna, Mistress of the Moon, and Goddess of the Night, placed a protective wing over the newest member of the family she had created. Twilight looked up in wonder at the Moon Princess's eyes, which held warmth and a motherly passion for each and every little foal that was here, with their Mother.

Twilight didn't remember much when being found but she did remember something from before... Her eyes glowed a light blue as her memories flowed back into her mind, she heard the sound of a melody being played as she tried to make her way into the world. There was a heavy panting voiced creature that spoke weakly to another creature.

"Fire Storm... Help our baby..." said the heavy panting, weak and feminine voiced creature. "Ggaahh!!!! "

The female creature screamed as a pair of teeth sunk into her pregnant belly, the baby felt cold air hit her as the teeth bit past the barrier keeping it inside this very warm yet very small space it was held in. Something happened then that the baby didn't expect, something soft got a hold of it, the baby was pulled out of the small warm space.... it was brought into the cold air and into a soft loving embrace.

There was a second voice that sounded calm, powerful, loving, and protective. "Frost Heart.... It's Twilight Amila Sparkle..."

Frost Heart held her hooves open to see her child up close, Fire Storm gently handed his daughter to her mother who happily embraced her newborn filly. The new mother looked upon her filly happily as the filly opened her eyes after several blinks from the blood that covered her small body. Twilight's tiny hooves reached out blindly for her mother, her eyes were still blinking from the darkness that was slowly clearing up.

When the filly's eyes opened they spotted a pair of warm orbs and felt sticky as if she covered in water held inside of a cocoon's inner pouch. Her father licked her ears not wanting the little one to feel alone with one parent, the filly's head turned to him reaching out and gave a little bat-like squeak, indicating she wanted her daddy. Fire sensed Frost's unease of letting her husband hold her daughter, all in the same moment she did and didn't trust her lover but let him hold their baby nevertheless. Fire gently held his only child as he smiled down upon her, he noticed a crescent moon birthmark on both the back of Twilight's right and left shoulder, showing anypony who'd dare to ask what she was the answer they needed.

This little filly was Half Vampire - Half Pony, her special features gave her the look of a Vampire Alicorn, both of her parents had Alicorn Blood in their veins just like their newborn daughter did. The Alicorn of her family's past were pure breeds, true immortals, and even members of Royalty. Frost Heart was the Princess of Frost Ridge Mountains, her mother, Amila Starry Gaze, had sent her adrift in a basket to keep her alive and well. After what seemed like forever in her basket, Frost Heart felt something hard hit her back, she ears shifted to hear the sounds around her. Many sounds were soft or muffled by the walls of the basket she resided in, but one sound was louder than all the rest... It sounded like hooves made of thunder, and they were approaching fast. Frost had been found by something what was unknown to her, as the lid of the basket was taken off she hid herself beneath the rich silk blanket.

Something tapped her shoulder making the filly cring in fear, the figure carefully removed the blanket to see her better, when the figure saw her did he speak softly a near whisper came his words.

"What's this? A pup in a basket? But.... Who would do something like this? *Sigh* Well, I take care of you." The figure picked Frost up carefully, the figure turned out to be a Werepony stallion with a few scars and wounds peppering his sides and face. 21 years of Frost's life passed so quickly that she hardly even noticed herself or her father, Striking Claws, physical changes. It was time to leave home for Frost Heart, who didn't know how to feel about this drastic change within itself.

Frost remembered when she first met Fire Storm, in the middle of a blizzard which happened to be in the middle of the fall. She passed out from being in snow that was chest-high, freezing her flanks off as well as her body itself. Fire found her in the storm, he brought her to safety, warmth, and a home. Frost knew Fire for 10 months, spending every second of every hour of every day together, becoming a pair within their first 3 months of being together.

The Vampire & The Healer, they didn't think of their differences, instead they only thought of how they got along so well... Fire had been adopted by a Vampony, Frost had been adopted by a Werepony, one mother and one father, each for the opposite side of the circle of life. After 5 more long months the two decided that they were going to become a mated-pair, and 4 months later did Frost find out that she was pregnant. Nearly everyday during her pregnancy Frost slept peacefully, even soundly, but when night dawned on the land Fire would go hunt for his mate. When he came back with the pray they shared did Fire find Frost in a fit of rage, anger, pain, or any other emotion caused by her hormones during the long process of a mare in foal-carrying.

One night while Fire was out hunting like usual, Frost was shifting her weight like crazy she couldn't seem to find a comfortable position to lay down in, as she continued to shift about, she heard the sound of a Timberwolf at the enterance of the cave that Frost herself and her mate have lived in for a year and a half now. The Timberwolf could smell her scent, it found out she was with foal there was nothing to stand in its way of a potential kill and a decent meal along with an appetizer. Frost hid herself within the shadows of her home trying to keep away from the dangerous creature and the foal growing everyday within her womb safe. But Frost soon found herself cornered by the Timberwolf without any way to escape, before she could think her body reacted first, she screamed as loud as her lungs would allow, her screams echoed throughout the cave and out into the open air.

Fire heard the screams of his mate nearly two leaps away from the cave enterance, he dropped the pray he'd caught, his wings appeared in a whisp of shadow, he spread his wings taking to the air he left the pray behind he had to save his mate and their unborn foal. Fire flew through a few of the many passedges that were contained in this cave, he heard Frost's screams grow louder then ever as he rounded a corner seeing the intruder that had dared across his home, his mate, now it was trying to kill and was about to consume both his mate and his unborn child. Fire wasn't going to let his mate or foal be killed by anything as long as he was around to defend them. Frost spotted her mate two hoof-lengths behind the Timberwolf, and he spoke to her in her mind, giving her instructions before he made his next move. "Frost, cover your ears. Its going to be pain for him but not for you, love."

Frost did as instructed, covering her ears with her hooves and her face with her wings. Fire gave a high-pitched, bat-like screech that caused the Timberwolf to turn to him just as the pitch was increased in height. The Timberwolf's body began to crack, break, and shatter as the pitch increased again as the wolf ran out of the cave for his life hoping to never hear that sound again. As soon as the wolf had left never to return, Fire turned to Frost giving her a loving nuzzle to tell her that she was safe and so was he.

After that Fire chose to hunt close to home finding enough pray for the three of them, Frost grew more foal-heavy with the coming weeks and months. When her 10th month ended and the 11th began, Frost felt so heavy with the weight of their foal mixed with her own, the little one was due any day now. Fire knew his wife came first before he did, as he was coming home he heard the sound of his mate sleeping in peace, but once the foal came that would mean their time as new parents would start. Fire nudged Frost gently hoping not to get a punch to the face like the first time he had awoken her, she lifted her head to face smile graced her face knowing what he had tried not to receive.

Frost suddenly felt the weight in her belly shift as a clear liquid hit the ground underneath her. The foal was coming and Frost felt the first contraption pass like she had been cut open with a bayonet. Fire helped Frost settle against the tree she had been napping under for support, the foal was stuck in Forst belly and couldn't be birthed natural into the world. Now The Vampire & The Healer had their new child and weren't going to let her leave them anytime soon.

The Lullaby Locket

Twilight searched every inch of her bedroom leaving anything over-looked, desperately trying to find her Lullaby Locket, at least that's what her Shadow Brother, Dracula, called it. She remembered looking for it before she cried herself to sleep, than hours later passing out in the hallway near the kitchen, her Mother had visited her at midnight last night. Spike had found her that morning, he tried to shake her awake but she wouldn't wake, he got the girls seeing if they could wake Twilight up but none of them could so they placed her in bed hoping she'd wake up soon. But as the hours passed that chance dwindled, a sudden knock resided from the front door of the library scaring the near life out of everypony and dragon on the main floor. Spike got the door, and the pony that stood there was somepony he hadn't seen since Twilight's Graduation from Princess Celestia's for Gifted Unicorns.

"Star Gazer? What are doing here?" Spike asked, surprised by this unexpected visit from somepony he had seen in 6 years.

Star Gazer was a tall, lean gray stallion his eyes were red as if made from the blood that flowed inside of his body, his mane was silver and white as if it was made from the stars and moon. Gazer smiled at Spike before answering, "I wanted to come pay a visit to a certain little dragon, and his studious caretaker."

"Spike, darling. Who's at the door." Rarity asked trying to who was talking to the little dragon. As Gazer came into view the girls, Rainbow Dash was the first to question him, getting into his face as just stood there listening to her.

"Who are you? Why are you here? How do you know Spike and Twilight? Are you a spy?"

Applejack pulled Rainbow back and away for Gazer by her tail, before she spoke. "Rainbow, you know better than that... If he knows Twilight and Spike, we should try to accept him as a friend. Now..." Applejack said turning to Gazer. "Who are y'all, kind sir?"

"I'm Star Gazer. I lived with a colony in the Everfree Forest, were we live by strict rules and we all must respect the Divine Master and Mistress, the leader if our colony."

"It's not easy living in colony where there is no freedom, but it's not that bad a little hard but not bad. Do any of you kind mares know where Twilight Sparkle is?"

Rarity stepped forward, "Follow me darling."

Gazer followed Rarity up the to Twilight's room, as Ravity explained Twilight's condition.

Gazer said nothing as he continued to follow the fashionista into Twilight's room.

"If you want I'll give you sometime alone, darling."

"Yes would be nice, than you."

"No problem, darling." Rarity said before closing the door and going down stairs.

Gazer waited until Rarity was gone, using his magic his appearances changed. His mane was now jet black, his eyes remained the same, and his coat darkened to a light black. The pony that stood in Star Gazer's place was Dracula Silverdawn. Dracula moved closer to the sleeping mare that happened to be his Shadow Sister, who had been missing something valuable for 989 years. He had found Twilight's locket on the way here, so she no longer have to search for it. The locket was silver heart hanging for a golden chain, which Dracula placed around Twilight's neck.

Dracula saw Twilight beginning to breath softy, as her true appearances relieved themselves. Her odd wings rested gently at her sides, her teeth shown gracefully gliming in the sunlight filtering in through the window. Seeing the Two-World Walker as she should made Dracula's heart pound in his chest, she looked breath-takingly gorgeous in the sunlight. He leaned down gently hoping she wouldn't awaken, his nose was mere seconds from touching Twilight's. He felt oh-so lost without her around, she was the center of his world, the only thing that real mattered to him right now. He couldn't control himself any longer when he leaned down and planted a light kiss on the half-breed's lips, the half-breed... His half-breed, he had been in love with her since he found her all alone at the enterance of the Shadow Gardens. Now all he could do was wait for his Shadow Sister to awaken, and in her own time.

Time On The Run

As Dracula waited for hours that felt like an eternity, waiting for his secret lover to awaken from passing out several hours before. Dracula and Twilight were closer than anypony even Princess Luna knew. Twilight was treated like a Goddess, or anything else that would you feel like should proudly worship her. Dracula was her protecter, best friend, and a special somepony, but she never even knew that herself. Twilight hated being enived, and that's what cuased her to leave the Shadow Garden in the first place. She ran for days that slowly became weeks, weeks became months, months became years, and for 90 years she never came back home.

"I wish you would just told me why you left, Twilya." Dracula said as he sat there ever since he kissed his lover, he hadn't once moved from his spot.

The sound of groaning caused Dracula to look at Twilight's face, she was waking up. Using a wing, Twilight covered her eyes to keep the blinding light of the setting sun from hurting them. Twilight's eyes soon adjusted to the light around her, she could barely think of anything to say to Dracula, when she recognized the time of his voice.

"Dracula... Is that you?" Twilight asked her voice was soft, calm, and reassuring. Her necklace seemed her eyes to jump out at him, he didn't notice the bright night blue diamonds on the heart made Twilight's eyes shine like stars. Twilight felt like she was dreaming having only one of two ponies who made her feel welcome and wanted in the Shadow Garden.

He could remember the nights he had spent with his Mother,

I was overjoyed when I figured out that Luna wanted me to be the one to make the decisions for the Shadow Garden. Princess Luna came to me on a beautiful and foggy night and we talked a top one of the turrets of the castle.

She said looking out at the gates of Shadow Garden, "I need some pony to keep special watch over Twilight. I think that shall be thou.”

I could not feel my hooves. Over the many nights since my arrival in Shadow Garden Princess Luna certainly taken a like in me but I wasn’t expecting this. I looked up at my mother and her eyes peered right back at me. She wasn’t that taller than me but you could see the difference in height. I tore my gaze away from her and said looking out as I saw dozens of ponies going about their business. "Are you sure there isn’t anyone else?”

Princess Luna sighed heavily giving a slight grin, "Thou hath not be so modest. No one is ever more capable than thou. Since Twilight’s first night thou hath shown many improvements of protection around her. I am even making thou Twilight's protecter.”

I did not say another word. It was all that was on my mind at the moment. She was correct in saying that my dark powers have grown since my first night. As Twilight's protecter it would just make her feel accepted. I looked up at the beautiful and shining moon that allowed my mane and eyes to glisten in the light.

I said, "I am honored to be her protecter, Mother.”

Luna smiled and said in a soothing voice, ”This is good news. Dracula, from this day forward you shall be Twilight's Protecter.”

Twilight remembered that night, it changed everything but there was one thing didn't, the others worshiping her. The next night was the night Twilight ran away from the only she'd ever known.

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A Dreadfull Fight

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A Dreadfull Fight

Twilight and Dracula raced each other from the Shadow Garden back to the cave Dracula had been staying in. Having her true form back Twilight had to hunt to stabilize her hunger or she would attack innocent ponies. Her mind was already clouding with the need to feed and her body was trying to move but Twilight dug her clawed hooves into the ground to keep herself in place.

She suddenly became very aware of a burning sensation that began to fill her throat; it was like she had swallowed a mouthful of scorching sand that clung to her insides, remaining locked in her esophagus and threatening to burn even greater the longer she waited. Her eyes scanned the area immediately, easily piercing through the building darkness for whatever it was that was emanating the smell. Autonomously she moved forward, mouth hanging open as if to taste the smell in the air, driven by an unknown urge to seek out the scent.

It held a metallic smell to it, but it was sweet at the same time. She couldn’t begin to explain how tantalizing it smelt, or understand why it made her mouth water slightly. Leaving the mouth of the cave, she began making her way past the small clearing and into the dense forest.

Her eyes darted about as her nose wrinkled with deep but shallow breaths, picking up the faint trail of what she sought. The rest of her senses became heightened in kind, how the soft grass felt when it became crumpled beneath her hooves, the rustling of the tree branches and scurries of critters while her ears flicked to and fro, to how tense but loose her muscles were as she walked, ready to spring to action in a moment’s notice.

The only thing that was not behaving in superiority was her mind, for it was too locked up in the uncontrollable urge to find the smell. In fact, not even a single thought had crossed her mind since she first caught wind of it.

Then as she turned a tree, she spotted the source.

With her dilated eyes, she easily spotted the bowl of red liquid, sitting perfectly serene atop of a stump. She froze on its sight, taking in the way the bit of moonlight that filtered through the branches shined across its surface. She had never even had notice when the moon came up, or cared. All that mattered was the liquid that bombarded her senses and whispered for her to do one thing.

Drink.

She gulped as the burning in her throat flared at the sight of the liquid, somehow knowing that it would be able to ease her soreness. Instinctually, she moved forward again, her eyes remained locked onto the bowl, not even daring to blink as she approached it. She didn’t know why she felt like this, or what exactly the bowl contained, but then again, she never had a moment to consider such things. The only thing that made her even pause at downing the liquid immediately was the sudden noise of a branch snap on her left.

Whirling her head around, she fell into the same position she had woken up in earlier in the night, fangs bare and muscles tensed as she glared at what had made the noise.

Standing calmly some twenty feet away, and just as equally far from the bowl, was Dracula. He held his usual grin as he stared at her, and watched her intently. Twilight had never even noticed him following her, in fact, she had completely forgotten about him when she first picked up the smell. Yet unlike this morning, her posture did not flinch in the slightest.

Her brain then finally began to churn, assessing him as to what he was doing, and wondering automatically if he was going to get between her and the bowl. She didn’t care she was being aggressive to him, nor did an ounce of embarrassment come to her from her behavior. The only thing she cared about, and was deathly serious on, was that he did not get in the way of her drinking from that bowl.

He let out a bemused chuckle that made Twilight's wing and muscules flinch, having nearly lunged at him on the spot. Then, his head slowly turned away from her, and onto the bowl. Her eyes widen at the forced conclusion that he had the same target, that he was going to drink it instead of her. In suit, he took one step forward toward the bowl, flashing his eyes at her as what she saw was a mocking gesture, that he was going to drink it all before she could.

But she was not going to let that happen.

With a bloodcurdling shriek that would even give a manticore a pause, Twilight lunged at Dracula , easily covering the distance with a single leap. Dracula jumped to the side just shy of Twilight's fangs, giving a growl in kind as he pulled away from her and raced towards the bowl. Hissing in anger, Twilight chased after him immediately, fury overcoming her at the notion he would dare challenge her for the liquid.

Flapping her wings again in time with a kick, she thrusted herself with enough momentum to catch and tackle Dracula, knocking them both to the ground in a tumble. Snarling in fury she moved on top of him and shoved her hoof down onto his back, pinning him beneath her. Then, she mercilessly began stomping down onto him with her other hoof, striking with force that caused Dracula to roar out in pain.

But he would not yield to her right to drink so easily. Flipping over, he threw a foreleg crossways, catching her side with force that sent her flying off of him. With a stabilizing flap Twilight caught herself nimbly as she landed away, wincing slightly at the soreness that spread from the hit. She gently placed the hooves down on the side that received the blow, but her attitude did not falter as she hissed menacingly at him.

The pain of the attack had given her a hint of the strength her opponent possessed, and it was more than she could muster. Her eyes narrowed as he resumed a standing pose, flexing his shoulders and eliciting audible pops from his bones. Though he tried to shake off the soreness as a harmless, the deep bruised marks on his back indicated she had done some damage to him.

Now they stood across from one another, watching the other intently. Though her opponent was closer to the bowl, she held his attention and knew he would not risk another move to the bowl while he had to contend with her. He was stronger of that she was sure, and possibly more durable than her. If she wanted her drink, she would need to disable long enough to swig it all down. Even the idea of killing Dracula if necessary had crossed her mind.

She needed to get around him, use her wings as an advantage, and bite on one of the six locations on his body she had already selected; throat, the artery under each leg, and the back of the neck. She needed to end this as quickly as she could, one for not wanting to prolong the fight and take a chance at receiving more blows, and because the burning in her throat was beginning to become painful.

All of those thoughts were decided during intense stare down they held that had only lasted a few seconds. Her body, mind, and behavior were all running on pure instinct. Faster than thought, and with no room for questioning the morality of her actions. Only survival.

She slowly moved to Dracula’s left, while he moved to the right. Both of them circling each other as a predator would, patiently waiting for the tiniest of openings to exploit and finish the job. Her breaths were shallow as wild red eyes remained locked onto his, waiting for some hesitation or sign of weakness in him. But he held her gaze evenly, his similar eyes focused and unwavering. Though they regarded her as an opponent as well, they held a calm about them that Ruby lacked, a sense of confidence and control over the fight, some superior advantage she did not have. And that attitude only infuriated her even more.

From the mixture of the burning pain that tore at her throat and the inner rage that had steadily rose throughout the fight, Twilight’s horn glowed from building magic that she beckoned. Dracual’s eyes widen at the glowing light, betraying his control of the situation and creating an opening, one she did not hesitate to use.

Wrapping him in her magic, she threw his body up thirty feet, and then promptly slammed him back into the ground with the same force. Not waiting to see how he fared after the blow, she flung him against a tree, then another, and another. On the fifth tree she threw his body against, she had done it with such force that it cracked the trunk, causing the tree to bend at a lopsided angle and seemingly ready to break off with the rest of the splinters that fell out.

Twilight dropped the motionless body onto the ground, watching closely as he fell with a solid thud onto the forest floor. Her horn remained aglow, waiting for him to move again in case he needed to break apart another half a dozen trees. When he continued to remain still, Twilight let out an exasperated breath.

Her vision became hazy as her breathing became ragged pants in desperation for air, something that was becoming harder to inhale as the pain in her throat that had started to spread into the rest of her body. The sensation was that of her flesh searing from a flame and she could not wait any longer. Content that her foe was no longer capable of impeding her desire, she moved shakily toward the bowl. Once she had reached it she stared longingly onto its surface, the crimson color of it calling her like a siren. Wide eye and with drool leaking down her chin, she threw mouth into the bowl and begun to gulp large mouthfuls of the liquid.

The sensation was incomparable to anything else.

The fire in her throat was doused almost immediately, cooled by the crimson liquid as slide slowly down after heavy swallows. While the soothing effect it held on her body was amazing, the taste of it was even more so. It held a copper like taste but it was not displeasing, rather it mixed well with how else it tasted. Not bothering herself on how she knew, the closet thing she could describe it was something that was as sweet as honey yet held a rich, deep, and refreshing flavor similar to strawberries. The faint taste of the metal somehow complimented it perfectly, giving the taste a weight on top of the sweetness that made her feel like she could bite into it at times. The way her tongue tingled from touching it as it slide down it was like having soda and pop gems in one’s mouth, eliciting a fuzzy sensation that exploded about her mouth in euphoria, making her let out soft moan as she continued to drink. The feel of how her tongue lapped more of it into her mouth, the way it oozed past her teeth and down her throat, and how her body cooled while her brain send waves of pleasure after mind forcing pleasure and contentment… it was like being in ecstasy simply from drinking. It simply tasted too good, and made her brain send euphoric signals to keep drinking, all while letting out soft moans of satisfaction.

It wasn’t long before she downed the entire bowl, licking her muzzle on the left overs that stuck to her coat.

“Oh sweet Mother was that good…” she said happily, her eyes half opened as the lingering but rushing sensation of the drink died down. She sat down in a slight daze, her mind somewhat fuzzy after the matter, and her body to decide to simply relax and let the good feeling work its course. But it did not last long as her brain caught up on the fact of what happened before she began drinking.

Snapping her eyes open, she spun around. “Dracula!”

The Truth Reviled

Author's Note

Hey everypony, I know this chapter's shorter than the rest but this is what I could come up with. And all I can ask is for you to enjoy what is written...

Anyway...

This Chapter is a flshback, about 3 days after Twilight was adopted by Twilight Velvet and Night Light.

Cadence foalsat Twilight for at least a few hour before telling her she had a secret, one just like little Twilight's bit a bit different.

The Truth Reviled

Twilight's thoughts were always off in the clouds for reasons unknown to her foster parents and brother, she desperately wanted to them her secret, but, she didn't trust them enough with her disguised form. Her foalsitter, Cadence, knew how Twilight felt... being born different, living with your real appearances hidden behind disguises that make you normal when you truly are not.

It's like waring a Nightmare Night costume you can't ever remove until the time is right, Twilight and Cadence looked and acted normal but it pained them doing so. When Twilight hid herself away within the shadows of the rafters of her room, she felt safe, welcomed, and loved by the darkness around her. Nights fell easily as Twilight slept the days away, being able to show her true form and not have a care in the world if anypony, expect Cadence saw her now. Twilight snuck off at night to go home, to the Shadow Garden, hoping praying that somepony would be waiting for her. To welcome her home, to hold her, to care for her, and maybe even love her.

She wanted her Mother, her brothers, her sisters, all of them, to come home. It wasn't easy coming home to on one there to greet you, to say they missed you, or to tell you how hard it was not being able to play with you. Twilight felt an agonizing void that couldn't be filled without THEM here, she stood still as the sound of a twig snapping accompanied the stillness held in her heart. Twilight spun around ready to attack anything that'd dared to sneak up on her, suddenly a black mass jumped her, pinning her to the ground as she felt something fluffy touch her nose.

The only pony who would do that was Dracula Silverdawn, Twilight's life-long friend and Shadow Brother. Twilight growled in annoyance, getting up as the vampire lept off of her. She turned to see him standing so close to her that there was small gap in between them. Dracula chuckles as he pokes Twilight on the nose, making her yelp a bit, "Beep!"

"Oh, I'm going to get you for that, Dracula Silverdawn!"

Dracula chuckled as he rushes away with Twilight chasing him, kinda like the way that they were back when the two were foals. Things just never change.