Chapter One

Hello, my name is Rarity, I’m a White coated unicorn with a indigo mane and tail.

But I'm not really a full blooded unicorn anymore, I'm what is considered a vampire.

Here allow me to first continue to describe myself first before I get in depth with what happened to me to end up this way. Hello my name is Rarity, my fur coat is white and my mane and tail are indigo, I have leathery dragon wings with ivory white claw tips and purple membrane on the underside of the wing membrane, while the upper outer matches my coat.

Currently I’m just resting at the edge of the mountain side enjoying my last moments in this world. See the portal that had brought me here is somewhere around here, it opens every so often for a brief moment, long enough for me to anchor it and pass through, I had experimented with it for some time seeing how long it opens, the effects it has around here, and see if I can send something in.

I take in a deep breath it was after all a wonderful day today, I can hear the birds singing, I can feel the scurrying scratching vibrations underground, probably skeever rats tunneling. I can see a deer ran across the fields below, I just watch the creature run by. Here I sat at the edge cliff looking down, absorbing it all in, Skyrim.

‘Truly a beautiful land, so full of mystery and adventure.’ I smiled in nostalgia of past adventures.

From ingredients for alchemy science to perform amazing magic, to the burrows that dot the lands, filled with undead who greedily protect their secrets within. I after all made a home in one or two in my journey.

I have lived here for most of my life, when I first arrived here to this land of horror and beauty I was confused and scared, after all I was only six at the time.

It was doubly dangerous for me as vampon- vampires had taken me for themselves.

This I couldn't really understand their reasoning, but they had believed a unicorn's blood shall grant them freedom of their curse, feeding off me every day. The food they had given me to keep me alive was decent enough, but for two years they had done this, feeding off my blood desperately trying to save themselves.

Most of it was all a haze though, being on a constant blood drain left much of my memory of that time with gaps and pieces where I only ate to sustain myself with the hay given to me, and hours where I cried myself to sleep. It wasn't pleasant at all I can tell you that much.

So there I was laying on the stone floor where I was keeping myself occupied with drawing on the floor with charcoal, it was one of the rare moments where they had left me alone long enough to recover from my drained state and able to do more then lay down and eat and go to the bathroom all day. I was a mess my fur was brown and caked with mud, dirt, and my own blood. I couldn't recognize my white coat anymore, my mane was just as covered in dirt and grime as my coat. I remember this day vividly, I still get nightmares from time to time. It was the day they decided to just end me. They had enough of me for all my blood was doing for them was relieve their cure temporary rather than cure them outright, so they had decided to kill me in one quick motion by nearly draining me dry. Hoping draining me completely would fix their problem.

I was so scared back then, I still remember feeling my body go numb, as the world fades in and out, I could see, and feel my blood leave my body in slow motion… as one by one each had more than their fill while I lay on the floor. I twitch pathetically at their mercy as I could no longer remain conscious, but every time I did fall asleep, they would wake me up with a spell, prolonging my suffering.

I was so weak and unable to fight back during the whole intense session, I was at death's door when I was rescued.

A man, tall, covered in hair on his face, a beard I later learned. He wore impressive armor that gleamed and glowed in an unnatural light, however didn't impede his ability to remain hidden. I could see him, but it was mostly in a faze I thought him only another one of these monsters. No one heard him coming as they were all in the main chamber so they could all feed off me in one fell swoop, no doubt the surprise when he came into their ranks and started hacking away at them, armed with sword in one hand that glowed like a star and with every swing had alight each vampire a flame, and a ball of light in another that tore through these vile creatures.

But I was already too far gone, nearly drained of all my blood, my once pristine white coat now covered in dry caking blood barely able to breathe I must had been a pathetic sight indeed.

I had hardly notice the woman who followed him, she had flung spells at the monsters but I did not know what she had done however, but upon noticing me had said something, I do not know what, but after a moment in an act of compassion I would not ever had expected from creatures that look like the monsters who had feed off me for two years to perform, and although I would not had known it an important decision had been made. The man nodded and with a familiar tingle in my neck something was injected into me I had fallen asleep soon after, I had believed it to be the last time I would ever wake up, as I endure the feeling of being fed on for so long I thought she was getting her fill.

I was so wrong on that account it was funny now.

I had woken up in a large house three days later, fully rested and in sheets made of leather hides from many a different creature, but I had slept in worse, as a metal cage filled with blood and gore is a far cry from the comfortable bedding I had found myself in, my coat was cleaned, however I still see it forever stained slightly pink, in the blood that never could be washed away.

I quickly snapped back from my musings of the past, as I felt a familiar pull of magic, that pull of being, of a home I once been to, a tug back towards the cave behind me. Turning around I marched back inside.

The very same one I had arrived in.

It is almost time.

When I had first arrived here, I was trying to get my... cutie mark, I sighed as I had almost forgotten about what a cutie mark was. I was working hard to improve costumes of some play I had forgotten about. “It must be perfect!” I had yelled out childishly.

I was so vain back then.

When I was being dragged across the land by my magic I had come across a rock, but with a deafening and an a explosion of colors it cracked open, but it did not stop there a purple beam of magic of some kind had struck it. I do not know where it came from, or what it did but the results that happened afterward spoke for themselves.

So after taking cover behind a rock I peeked out to watch in slow motion as the arranged crystals and gems inside the rock glowed and resonated with the magic, and in a complex and unexplained way, a portal open one filled with stars spanning out into infinity. Curious I sneaked out from my cover and made my way to the portal, and in an act of stupidity of a young filly that I was. So I touched the portal, a mistake that could had saved so much pain in the future if I was a bit smarter and avoided it.

‘What's done was done, no need to cry over it.’ I mentally shrugged at that.

My hoof glowed white and it creeped up my leg I screamed in fright, next my whole body glowed similar as my hoof, I was blinded by as I believe my eyes also glowed, then… I found myself here.

After the thought on how I got here I felt the time closing in, much study of the portal area I had learned that the magic resonated to me when I had touched it, so I'm able to tell where it is, as well as tell if its opening. if I could have a talent it maybe of magic, I was brought here by a crystal portal after all, I had extensive study on said portal, and other magical abilities while traveling skyrim... I looked behind me, at the blank bare mark where my cutie mark should had been, this land, this curse, or blessing. It had robbed me of the ability to ever get a cutie mark.

‘Finding out my special talent never mattered to me anymore now.’ I thought in final towards that thought line.

But I no longer care for such things anymore, I have grown bitter in my life, more so, as I had remain a small filly for so long, and I tell you if I keep hearing the line. ‘Aw what an adorable small filly,’ someone is going to be losing a face, and it isn't going to be me! Being so small among giants had left me sensitive of my height.

Shaking my head from the angry thoughts I turn back to my musings of the past.

Dragonborn, that's what he was called by many, but to me, he was called Jacob, a very simple name, then again I have nothing to complain about.

Before I was a young filly, I had never understood their language, I had to learn theirs. I called him Mr, when I was able to form sentences.

Another pull, sharper, I have learned how to use my magic from him, he was a great teacher, keeping it slow, explaining the steps to me, he has been very patient with me, even when I messed up a spell and ended up with soot covered everything afterwards. I could not had asked for a better tutor.

He told me of how he had to pay large sums of coins just to get the same kind of education he had, but at that point had already learned by trial and error. He said I didn't have to pay the large sums of gold his teachers forced him to pay with when I asked if I had to. I have also learned how to use weapons of all kinds on the side, even to make my own, I’d admit, making weapons, armor, and jewelry is a passion of mine, I'm sure if I could, my cutie mark would show my talent in it.

‘aaaand now I’m melancholy again…. great’ I scowled at a lone flower in front of me, then ate it out of spite, even though I do not get any nourishment from it. But who cares? I turned towards a slope and jumped off it, opening my wings briefly I glide down the rest of the way, not before weaving through the tree canopy before landing at the stone circle at the bottom, I looked around and saw the bones of dead vampires in the area, Jacobs victims when they hunted him down here I shake my head at it, all this time, and I never asked him believing him not to know where this spot was, ah so many wasted years.

I stood up from my landing position, chewing on my latest victim, I have set out off on my own when I was old enough… mentally of course not body wise, a side effect of having vampirism at such a young age. I was able to swing a sword good enough to cleave a troll in half, with my hooves not my magic, as I was taught to swing with magic was a risky business, as my mana will run out eventually. Besides with my curse I’m able to swing stronger than any man or mer, besides Jacob.

I tucked in my gear, checking to make sure everything was in place. I do not want to lose anything upon arrival in the world beyond.

The first thing I checked was my sword, I had made it at Whiterun at the skyforge, a Rapier, from what I understand it's a rare piece of weaponry as most people go for the more larger swords then the flimsy weapon I have. My weapon is a elegant one meant for piercing, with extended practice I can get past armor fairly easy I believe thats what its main function was meant for.

Next was my herb satchel, filled with seeds for future alchemy experiments. Everything is in order once I find a suitable place to live I shall plant my own garden like Jacob did.

Everything else was just general adventure garb, potions, water, some empty vials, a few handful of soul gems. I didn't had a need for food as eating isn't really required, however I do enjoy the odd sweetroll every once in awhile.

I checked my equipment next, my leather garb suited me, its hood and hidden flaps for my wings to fold under allows me to move around rather easily without scaring most people, mostly the enchantment upon it for people not to stare too long.

Only some rather gifted in magic or perception would notice my presence, this gear allows for me to walk among the citizens of skyrim without much fuss, unless I do something deliberately to stand out I would go unnoticed for the most part.

Suddenly my ears perk up, ‘I could sense it.’ I thought as I looked at the magic leakage coming out from the veil, the magic is soothing and stable, making the land around it a peaceful grove, it had taken considerable amount of time to find it, I of course mentioned Jacob had in fact, already been here. The moth cave or something.

I tell you now, I still fumed after that revelation, teaches me to only read the interesting bits in his journal.

I reach out to the veil sensing it with my magic, getting a feel for it, and with a twist of my head, and a swish of my mane. I made the hole bigger turning a scar into an open wound seeing the familiar starry field on the other side.

With no hesitation, I walked through the portal, sealing it on my way out,

While Skyrim is a wonderful and dangerous land, and Jacob might miss me, he knew I was searching for a way home, he is a man of few words, one of action, he already said his goodbyes, and hugs.

It was all that was needed.

He had prepared me, shaped me into a fine warrior that is his equal, with a little bit of help with dark magic of course, after all he is dragonborn I seen him take down fucking dragons! An act that I be hard press to accomplish.

I am home, was my thoughts the journey was similar to my first one, rather quick and bright.

I found myself in a dark forest, I look up at the tree canopy seeing unfamiliar stars above and the peaks of moon light. I turn my head behind me, I see the familiar old cracked boulder behind me, the crystals now shattered and ruined by the return trip as well as time exposed to the elements as I could see vines creep along the outer edges.

Sighing I shrugged then marched onwards heading to the distant structure I can see in the distance, my eyes able to make out a ruined castle across a ravine with a broken down bridge, "like something like a broken bridge will stop me." I said as leathery white wings open up from the flaps of my armor I quickly made my way to the other side of the ravine.

I walked up to the gates and with a simple push of my hooves and little of my augmented strength pushed open the iron gate.

I don't know if I had been gone for a thousand years, or a few years, my parents will not recognize me anyways. I made peace with not being able to see my family again, I had after all, lived without them for so long, and had killed and fed on many a creature I was no longer an innocent filly after all.

I walked into the dark castle, closing my eyes for a second, then quickly I opened them again, my blood red eyes giving off an unnatural glow filling the dark chamber with its light, I can see clearly into this darkness without it however the light makes it easier to pick out details.

I was in the main chamber, I see a pedestal with some kind of statue rocks, I can feel faint magic within them, I choose to stay clear of those for now. I see thrones in the back two of them, both themed mirroring day and night. I didn't take much stock of the old tapestries, rather intact ones to say the least, hanging on the walls. A few stone pillars keeps holding the roof up, much to my relief.

I had been in places much worse off, in fact this place is rather cosy and many a place to run in case of large enough trouble shows its ugly head.

"This shall be my new home," I said aloud, my voice echoing off the walls of the old castle. Home, a word I had not used since I was with Jacob... my big brother best friend in all of skyrim, the one who raised me, the one who had given me a chance to live again.

I couldn’t help notice I was crying tears, not at all discouraged at the sight of blood.

After all, I am a vampire, we don’t really cry tears.

...We cry blood...

Chapter end

Author's Note

Behold! I had this little gem hanging in the back of my mind and then in google docs for some time, in fact its the second story I been working on along side Charms adventures. I had left it alone for some time and now I figure. Why not? I was told it be a crime not to post creativity and I'm no criminal.

I have other chapters out, but I will post them at a later date this is a teaser of sorts of whats to come, Rarity is home now, however while a good thing to be among ponies again, she isn't a Thestrals. In fact, in the near future its going to become evidence that she isn't.

Enjoy...