"So you see now what I am? She said as she looked at him, her eyes glowing harsh red under the lights of the street lamps and the orange flashlights the parade goers carried in the near darkness of their merriment. Mark looked at Fluttershy in her form; those horrid fanged teeth, her mangy pink hair, and those eyes! Those glowing red eyes...The devils eyes. He brushed her off as she desperatley tried to cling to him, to feel some of his warm body on her ever growing colder one. She was turning to ice as she felt her heart breaking, and cease beating. It gave one last pitiful beat as it be stilled itself forever; her breath ceased and turned to ice, as did her blood. It went cold and congealed in her veins, the only way to get it flow in her undead self was...Feeding.

"I'm sorry, but I just...You don't belong in the midst of...The living. Maybe there's a way to cure...

"Cure!" Flutterbat hisssed in his face her fangs and razor sharp teeth baring. "I don't think you understand MARK!" "I don't want to be cured, and if you can't accept me and love me for who I am now...then maybe you can be my first." She said as her nails became jet black and pointed like talons; her mouth became vicious and filled with her snake like teeth, venom seemed to spit from her drupping fangs. A pair of ratty leather wings sprang from her back as she glared at him with a fire in her eyes, she swipped at him. he; almost as if channeling the character his leather trench; spandex pants, and double belts.personified. He wished he'd gone as Blade. The crowds believed this to be part of some show and looked on cheering approval at the spectacle.

"Fluttershy! Please! Don't do this!" he begged as she backed him into the ancient glass and cast iron doors of the old cinema. He opened the door and slipped into the lobby; the celling stretched as high as maybe thirty feet, the atmosphere evoked the movie palaces with elaborate marble stairwells and persian rugs, a relic from a lost age of pulp novels and greasy dinners. In the center of the lobby was a souviner stand, 'just what I needed' he thought as he ran for it. The stand sold a lot of movie merch and memoriabilla; from Batman cups for both the first Tim Burton movie to The Dark Knight Rises, but what caught Mark's attention was the assortment of wooden swords and daggers, they could have been from aything to Braveheart to The hobbit, but what mattered to him was they where sharp, and made of wood. It was a longshot but it wouldn't hurt would it?

"Hey pal, you plan on paying for that stuff?" the counter clerk asked as he tucked a few daggers in his belt and reaching for a claymore, before a ninja sword in a case labeled "collector's item" caught his eye.

"Is that wakizashi real? Like real steel?" he asked as Flutterbat floated on air her wings trailing behind her as he jacket shapeshifted into a pink cape that billowed behind her and her eyes burned in both hunger, and anger.

"You got 150 bucks to pay for it is." He said not noticing the floating girl gliding up behind him, "and where are you tic...He was cut off as Flutterbat wrapped her long fingers and clawlike nails around his neck and twisting his head breaking his neck killing him, "etttsssss!" His death rattle carrying as the life ebbed from him, the partons where seated in the theaters, thank God they hadn't seen.

"What a waste, I could have made him my undead man servant but Mark...Darling, I want you and only you as my first." she said licking her lips hungrily. That setteled it, the girl he loved...was gone. It broke his heart to realize it, but Mark would have to kill her. It was the only way to set her free.

He opened the wakizashi's case and pulled it from the scabbard, thankfull it made a metal chink as he drew it. "Oh come now baby," that evil voice of the vampire Flutterbat called with a mix of sultry and mallice. "There's no need to play rough...yet. Just a little pinch on your jugular, then we can be night lovers forever and ever...and ever" She said giving her voice a creepy innocent child like whisper, "and everrrrr." She finished with a hiss.

"Sorry babe, but I'm more a morning person than anything." He said swiping across her and leaving a superfical cut across her belly. "Your move...Night freak." He said before taking a wood dagger from his belt and tossing it at her. Flutterbat snarled as she bled and trief to grab the wooden knife but found it irritated her skin touching it, she looked at it and saw the wood blade was soaked in something, looking at Mark, she saw as he ran another blade under the hot butter topping for the movie popcorn.

"Real garlic flavor, gotra love it eh babe?" He said tossing another soaked blade at her. It irritated her skin, turning it red as it struck her, damn the flaws of being a classic vampire to hades and back!' she thought angrily as her skin begain to burn again. This time it was from Mark taking the seltzer gun and spraying her with water, another of her weaknesses of a fledgling blood vampire. "Thirsty?" he taunted as her skin fizzled and smoked.

"That's it! No more messing around!" She said as she swipped with her claws cutting the hose to the nozzle as the pressure dropped. "I will make you sorry you let my body turn cold, and into this." She said as she snarled at him and scratched his face, leaving red streaks on his cheeks. Which she licked under her nails making her hiss again as she went into a blood frenzey.

He drew the sword again; and swipped intent on killing her, his blade ran across her chest and made her recoil as he cut her. Her wound closed back up almost instantly, he'd have to cut off her head. As if she knew she reached for him also poised to kill. He flipped dodged her just as the movie goers, filled out. They looked at the two of them, he holding a blade in hand as she poised on the stand canopy to pounce him, they mumbbled among themselves wondering if what they saw was real or a closing Halloween show.

She grabbed him in her claws as he tried in vain to slash but her grip was too tight; she sunk her fangs into his neck, and clawed at his stomach and chest. His blood spraying into her throat as she hungrily sucked it down, she felt more of the warm red gush onto her clothes and skin, as something rubbery brushed against her legs, she looked down and saw just what she had done to him.

His intestines drapped across his body onto the floor; his neck still leaking blood as it ran wet down his leather coat, his eyes had gone glassy and still as the life fleeted from them. She looked at the faces staring at her in shock and fear, a few of them gagging violently at being sickened at what they saw. She realized what she had done and she didn't like it.

She craddled his body in her arms as she began to cry softly, she closed his eyes before placing a delicate tender kiss to his forehead, she wrapped his bleeding body up in a red bit of movie curtian, embracing him tight as the horrifyed crowd watched her carry him off.

Across the lobby she had him in her loving arms; her claws retracted back into her hands as her eyes where soft pink, the night air striking her again carrying leaves in tiny dust devils. The last of Halloween revelers mistaking the dead boy for a morbid prop. She carried him down the darkest of the streets where there were less and less houses. Eventually she came to an old cemetry, the graves ancient and long forgotten by mourners.

She floated over the iron gates with him in her arms, she set him across a stone slab that was long enough for her to lay his body across. She nuzzled his peaceful looking face softly.

"Goodbye my love, forgive me for all I've done, I l know now what I did was... beyond irredeamable, may Celestia have mercy on my soul. She said softly as she stroked his head and kissed the flesh of his cold, dead cheek. She looked at the sky as it turned purple, the first rays of the dawn rising, the sunlight snaking across the ground toward her.

Just before the light touched her; just before it burned her away to ashes with her dead boyfriend beside her, she had one last wish, that he would be there waiting for her when she crossed over to whatever fate had in store for her. as Halloween died into All Saints day, she could have sworn in her final momments before the sun made her skin sizzle and smoke, she heard his voice calling out to her one last time.

"I love you Fluttershy, I can never stay made at you." Then all was silent...Forever. She felt peace at last.

Author's Note

This ending is non cannon.