Author's Note

Warning! This chapter will have gore in it. Also school and the holidays has been getting in the way of me writing this and I haven't been in a writing mood lately. Normally when I get back from school I'm over stressed and annoyed. Putting me in a not so creative mood.

Turned

I jumped across the gap between rooftops. The hissing and yelling of the P (pegasus) vamponies, behind me keeping me from losing my stamina. (I'm gonna use vampony instead of vampire because it's a good pun, and i really like puns). I lept the gap using my magic to give me some extra distance before i fell. I thought it was a clever trick, until a P vampony slammed into my side knocking me over. Dazed I looked at the being who took me down. I braced myself for the pain of a bite. It was a quick one and I think the vampony on top of me was proud of them self for being able to take me out. Until they were shot in the head by my revolver. What? I may be pinned but I can still use my magic. Besides, I enjoy seeing their joy after biting 'Sam the vampony hunter'. Why not make their last moments a good one?

Noah flew down holding off the horde I forgot was chasing me. "Are ya okay?" He asked.
I gave him my usual sarcastic remark. "Peachy." It was my way of saying what do you think.
"Gotcha, use a vaccine I can handle them." He said it so cockily it made me sick, or maybe that was the vampony venom. According to our research, vamponies tend to not like touchy emotions and exaggerated ones. But the same can't be said about the dark ones.

I pulled out the two vaccine syringes required. But before I could use them, another P vampony plowed into me pushing me backwards to the edge of what looked to be one floor up from a fire escape. "Help!" I yelled trying my best to keep my balance.

Noah turned and lunged to grab onto me. But I fell anyway.
"No!" He yelled with a hint of i-wish-that-was-me in there.

I fell hearing and painfully feeling a bone snap while I let out a cry of pain that would make the toughest stallion cringe. I tumbled down a flight of stairs cutting my right foreleg on something, then collapsed onto the metal of a platform of a fire escape, in seconds there were two or three vamponies around me. It was hard to tell with how fuzzy my vision was.

I tried to use my magic to pull out my second pistol, but all that did was give me a headache. They looked at me, their prey, helpless and easily a free snack. One bent down and bit my left hind leg. Another bit my right hind leg. Those didn't hurt that much. But the third one, looked hungrily at my cut. He gave me the kinda look that said he was going to enjoy this.

I looked over and saw my bone with some flesh hanging on by a little piece from the injury. I gagged trying not to loose my lunch, as another jolt of pain was sent through me.

The blurry being above me started to lick the cut and I couldn't help but let out a cry of excruciating pain. As if on cue Noah flew down shooting the beings above me with his shotgun, which caused painful ringing in my ears. He raced over and pushed the bodies away from me, pulled a roll of bandages out of his saddlebag and began to wrap my wound, causing another cry of pain.

Once he sat me up against a wall. "Are you okay?" He asked scared for my life.
Now I love Noah, the guy's my best friend but seriously?! Am Iokay? I got a bone sticking out of my leg of course I'm not bucking okay!!

"Oh I'm absolutely hunky-dory." I said woozily like i was drunk, most likely from blood lose.
"No you aren't. Hang in there I'm gonna radio Bon-bon to ready a medic for when we get back." He said it trying to keep me, and himself, calm.
"Oh is that all my blood? It looks so tasty. I think I'm gonna pass out now." I fell to my side and blacked out before I even hit the grating.

I heard the flat line of a heart monitor. The fresh and cold air of an air conditioner. I smelt the sweet tasty aroma of a blood bag, wait what? My eyes shot open as three figures burst into the room. They were Bon-bon, Noah, and a medic I couldn't identify.

"He's alive!" Noah shouted excitedly trying to hold back tears.
"But, his heart, it stopped!" The nurse said confused.
"No, the plugs fell out again." Bon-bon said in a dry annoyed tone.
I looked to my side I saw what I assumed to be a plug leading to a blood bag. On the bed out of my foreleg was a cord, and after a quick follow I saw it led to the heart monitor. "What happened?" I asked obviously tired and kinda hunger tucked into the tone of my voice.
"You fell unconscious while scavenging." Bon-bon said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Oh wow, I couldn't tell from myself being in a hospital bed." That was sarcasm at its finest there. "Ow!" I yelped from feeling something poke into my foreleg. When I turned all I saw was the nurse putting the cord back into a new spot on my foreleg.
"Are ya thirsty?" Noah asked.
"How long was I unconscious?" I asked because I had no idea.
"About a few days." The nurse said proudly. "My best time yet."
I began to worry when she said that but hunger consumed my fears soon enough.
"Okay, then lets get some food." I got up off the bed and the second I put weight on the hoof with the cut the cut on it, which I forgot about, hit the floor and collapsed with a yelp in the process smacked my muzzle as I hit the floor.
"Sam!" Noah cried before rushing to my side and giving me a hoof up. "Are ya okay?" He asked with obvious fear for my well being.
"Yeah, I think so. Hey what's that smell?" I asked weakly.
"I don't smell anything." He said flatly while sniffing the air. But when he turned back to me he some what yelled with fear in his voice. "But your nose is bleeding!"
I looked down and saw red drops hitting the floor, why did that make me hungry? "It's nothing, besides I survived worse." I said nodding towards my foreleg.
"Do ya want me to bring you something?" Noah asked tying his best impression of a butler he could muster.
"Nah, I'm fine." I answered him still wondering why the sight of blood made me hungry.
"Bon-bon, I think you should take a look at this." The nurse called looking at what I assumed to be my latest recorded vitals.
"What is it? ... Oh my." I saw the sudden change in the look of her eyes go from relief, to fear, worry, and anger. "Noah, which needle did you use when you called on the radio after this incident?" I heard him mumble something, but I couldn't figure out what he said exactly. "Which one did you use?" Bon-bon asked aggressively.
"A red one." Noah piped up shyly and fearfully.
"WHAT!?" I found myself yelling before I could even comprehend what he had just said. My sudden outburst was followed by a long silence. "Uh, sorry." I avoided eye contact, embarrassed and confused by what just happened.
"You had a neck and two limb bites. Meaning four vaccine syringes. But, I didn't do that because you were already unconscious and I thought that four might kill you." Noah explained. I could tell he regretted doing this.
"Sam. Do you crave anything like blood?" Bon-bon asked failing to hide her rage at Noah.
"No." I answered lying.
"Are you sure?" Noah asked anticipating another outburst from me. But ya know what? He was right.
"I said no didn't I?!" I paused when they all seemed to back away from me. "Sorry" I apologized avoiding their concerned gazes.
"How about you get more sleep?" Bon-bon suggested in a concerned tone that made me sick ... or maybe that was the new vampony part of me.
"Yeah that sounds good." I answered now realizing how tired I was. I layed back down on the pillow and shut my eyes hoping tomorrow would be better. But then again my life never goes the way I want it to.

***** The Next Day *****

I opened my eyes to a disturbing sight. I was in the same room I woke up in before but after I looked a little bit, in the corner and saw a pool of blood and a torn bag. After a quick examination I found the bag was a blood bag, like the one that was hooked into my forehoof yesterday. Most likely the one that was hooked into my left forehoof. My forehoof! I looked at the one that had the cut on it, expecting the giant cut to still be there. But there was nothing there, not even a scratch. I'm gonna say it was most likely from the fast healing vamponies had, which I have now because I'm now a vampony. When I trotted over to the mirror that I spotted in the corner I was met with a terrible sight. My muzzle was coverd in dry blood, my chest also. I saw a needle sticking out of my back, after pulling it out with my magic and reading the label, I found it was a tranquilizer needle. This confused me because I didn't know why somepony would tranquilize me. I trotted over to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. I banged on it some, hoping somepony on the other side would come to see if I was okay. I heard some hoof steps come close to it and the small click of it being unlocked. I backed up from it expecting a friendly face, but instead there was the barrel of a shotgun pointed at my head.

"Sam?" The pony I recognized as Noah asked cautiously.
"Hi Noah, What exactly happened?" His ears perked up at the sound of my voice and he lowered the barrel away from my head.
"Oh thank Celestia it's actually you." He tried to hug me but I dodged it by simply backing up, hugs just seemed wrong to me now.
"I'm happy to see you too, but what happened?" I asked him again sternly.
"You don't remember? Before you can say 'why else would I ask' sarcasticly I'll tell you. Basically you kinda went all feral on us after you went to sleep. You got up and had this weird tone to your voice, like you were craving something. Also your eyes turned blood red and you had fangs" he explained, but then tensed up after like he expected me to yell at him.
"But my eyes are blue. Only vamponies have blood red eyes . . ." I stopped myself relizing what happened. "I think the vampony in me took over because I don't remember any of that."
"Makes sense. Anyway you tried to attack us, but you got really distracted when you noticed the blood bag you knocked into the corner during one attempt at pouncing onto Bon-bon. We took that opportunity to tranquilize you, but it didn't work immediately giving you enough time to stumble towards us a little and pass out in the middle of the room,it looked like you were drunk. I guess you can piece everything else together."
"Yeah." I looked at him and noticed he was reaching for something behind him. "What are you reaching for?" I asked him curiously.
"Uh, nothing." He answered nervously.
"I'm not blind, I can clearly see you reaching for something." I sternly said to him. He panicked and grabbed what he was reaching for, which turned out to be a tranquilizer gun syringe. He then proceeded to inject it into my neck. I could have stopped him, but didn't out of surprise. I started to feel sleepy. "What was that!?" I wearily yelled and questioned him.
"Me helping you" he answered coldly. And that's when I saw the coldness yet at the same time could feel the warmth that came off Noah's face. It was kinda soothing in a way, his dark and grim expression along with that cold answer. But then something terrible happened, a flash of light revealed that 'Noah' was a vampony disguised as him. It was a white mare with a electric light blue and blue mane; and a music note for a cutie mark, I didn't know which one it is because I never really liked classical music. If she didn't just tranquilize me I would think she looked good, except for the blood red eyes and fangs. I blacked out looking at her devious smile.

"Sam?" A voice asked, with a barely noticeable hiss on the s in my name.
My eyes fluttered open revealing me strapped to a chair. After a quick gaze around the room I figured out that the same mare was in front of me. "Who are you!?" I shouted in rage, thrashing in my restraints.
"I'm a friend."
I froze. She sounded sincere. It would be soothing if she didn't abduct me by knocking me out. "Yeah right, what 'friend' would fillynap somepony?" I asked noticing her fangs were gone and her eyes were now magenta.
"I'm helping you." She said trying to convince me.
"How can I trust a vampony?" I asked trying to hide the tiny bit of fear I had.
"Let me explain why your here. Noah didn't use a red syringe. He used four vaccines." She began explaining. "After you blacked out he contacted me for help and when I got there he told me to bite you. I was the one who made you a vampony. You would have died. No in fact you would be dead if I didn't, no matter what anypony did." she finished waiting for my response before continuing.
"Wait. You bit me?" I asked her stunned by this.
"Yes, Noah and I agreed it was for the best. It meant you would survive with your mind in tact. If he used a red one, the second you came too in that hospital bed you would have killed him and Bon-bon." She continued. "Vamponies were around before this apocalypse. Except we aren't mindless monsters that only kill. We blended in with pony society. We can eventually control and choose when we show our vampony side." She finished again waiting for my response.
"How does Noah know you? Also who are you?" I asked starting to feel a bit angry at Noah from keeping all this from me.
"We met and became friends a month or so before this stuff happened, became good friends. He already knew about me being a real vampony and learned to accept it. The last time he talked to me before asking me to help save your life was a month ago. Sorry got a bit side tracked, my name is Vinyl Scratch." She explained.
"Okay. But why did you fillynap me to tell me this?" I asked Vinyl.
"So we could talk in private, duh? Ponies aren't all that friendly to us nowadays. And before you asked why you're your strapped down. It's in case your vampony side comes out. Since you can't control it yet." She told me frankly.
"Seems reasonable. Can you unstrap me now?" I asked hinting at how it was annoying me.
"Oh, right." She trotted over and unstrapped me.
"Where are we?" I asked her stretching my legs.
"An old warehouse. Perfect place to hide." She smiled at me proudly.
"How do I get home?" I questioned her.
"You'll go home eventually, I want to start training you." She told me as she began to trot out of the room.
"Fine." I said as I unwillingly began to follow her.
For an old warehouse this place was in amazing condition. I noticed the floor was even polished while following Vinyl.
"Octavia!" Vinyl suddenly yelled catching me off guard. Within a few seconds a rather well dressed and beautiful mare came from somewhere in the building. She had a goldish gray coat, and the best mulberry eyes.
"Yes, what is it Vinyl?" Octavia asked before seeing me. I noticed she had a Canterlot accent. "Oh, good he is awake." She said once she noticed me.
"Yup, can ya go get you-know-what? I wanna start his training as soon as possible." Vinyl half ordered and half asked Octavia.
"Of course." Octavia said nodding elegantly.
"What is she getting?" I asked Vinyl going through possibilities in my head.
"Something special. Anyway, we need to train you to control when you show your vampony side. Stop you from attacking innocent ponies, so they don't well. You know shoot you and then you die," she explained.
"Wow, do you have to be so harsh about it." I said sarcasticly.
"Harsh is one of the few things vamponies actually do, kid" she said back.
"I know, I was being sarcastic." I grumbled back.
"Here is the thing you wanted Vinyl." Octavia said out of nowhere. I jumped a bit when I heard her voice directly behind me.
"When did you come from?" I asked hiding how much she scared.
"Thanks Tavi. You better go for this next part." She told Octavia.
"Okay, but please don't be too hard on him" she responded before gracefully trotting out of the room.
"I'll try" Vinyl said with a small grin turning her attention to me. "Now the number one thing vamponies have to do is control their feral urge to feed off of ponies." She started, "So, try to resist the urge to drink this blood." She finished as she used her magic, a bright neon blue, to throw off the small towel used to cover a cup of blood.
"No problem." I said proudly.
"Don't be cocky. You should never get cocky and reckless. It will most likely expose you or get you killed" she harshly stated.
"I-I'm not even h-hungry." I lied using every bit of my strength to not rush over and drink that cup . . . of . . . blood. I then proceeded to black out while Vinyl yelled 'Sam no!'.