A new type of vampire

Watchman awakes to the smell of food. He sits up and sees the mares are now at the end of his bed. He notices the window open and the mares standing in the sunlight.

“Shouldn’t you be dead?” Watchman asks and motions to the window.

“No, we need to go across this. Now, ok, the sunlight only weakens us, stakes can be fatal if through the heart, holy water only weakens us for a short time, and holy objects have a chance of being fatal. Garlic is not even a thing, so I don’t know where ponies got that idea. We have enhanced speed, healing, senses, and strength, all of which do not work in the sun. We can shapeshift, but only certain vampires.

Silver is fatal only if consumed, fire does work, drowning is fatal only in holy water, decapitation only works with silver,  and the invitation into the house thing does work. We are immortal to a certain extent. Certain vampires have pyrokinesis, such as myself, and that is pretty much all you need to know.” scripture replies.

“Can you warn me the next time you lecture me?” Watchman asks.

“Hey!” scripture says.

“Girls!!!” Octavia says, “Let’s be collected. Now, Watchman, I will shut the window, and we will test what powers you have.” She walks over to the window and shuts it, and the room immediately goes dark. Watchman tries to transform into a cat but he feels nothing happen. He thinks of fire, but then starts to think of scripture’s speech

“Hey!” he mocks her in his mind.

“Did you just talk to me?” scripture asked.

“What is she talking about?” Watchman thinks to himself.

“Oh my gosh! He is telepathic!” scripture gasps.

“Oh, great. Another one.” Octavia thinks.

“Does she mean Vinyl?” Watchman thinks to himself.

“Yes.” he hears in his mind. Startled, he jumps, and his hooves catch fire.

“And a pyro!?” scripture exclaims.

“No, no!!!” Watchman hears scripture’s voice in his head, and sees her in a barn that is on fire. He drops to the floor, unconscious. He awakes at his table, three plates in front of him. One with a cup with what looks that of wine, and another with what looks like packets of red powder. The last looks like tomato soup.

“These are our ways of feasting.” hot head  says. The others aren’t there.

“This,” she starts, and points to the first cup, “is what Octavia prefers. It is blood mixed with wine.” hot head continues. “Not my first choice, but this here is mine.” She says and points at the packets, “It is powdered blood. You can put it in water, on food, or just eat it. It’s your choice.”

“This,” hot head says, almost gagging, “is Vinyl’s. It is just blood, but she makes it look like tomato soup. I, personally, think it is gross.”

“Well, can I try them first?” Watchman asks.

“Oh, yeah. Sure, go right ahead.” hot head replies, and Watchman reaches for the  wine glass and takes a sip. It tastes awful! He doesn’t spit it out, but spits it back in the cup. He reaches for the packets, opens one, and dumps it in his mouth. It is still metallic, but has a sweet side, sweeter than the wine blood, at least.

“This is the one I like, I think.” Watchman says. “Oh, yay! We can have lunch together, then. I mean if you want to?” hot head asks.

“I think that would be ok...” Watchman replies, and hot head giggles.

“Hey, uh, Watchman, you got some uh...” she gestures to her mouth, and he wipes his mouth, laughing.

“So, uh, how did you, yah know?” Watchman asks.

“Oh, turn? Well, I used to work in Ponyville about 150 years ago-” hot head says.

“Uh… double take what?” Watchman asks.

“Oh, yeah, I am 172 years old.” hot head replies and blushes.

“Well… it does not show, so continue.” Watchman says.

“Awe, you're sweet! Anyway, I worked at a small granary, and a stallion showed up one day, asking for some help with his wagon. I obliged, and followed him, and he knocked me out. And, well, you can guess the rest.” hot head says.

“Yeah. Wow, well, that is an interesting story.” Watchman says.

“Hey, you should go ask scripture for her story.” hot head says, and walks into the pantry. Watchman walks over to scripture.

“Hey, uh, I wanted to know how you-” Watchman starts.

“Turned? Ok, well, about 1026 years ago, I was a maid at the castle of Brenea II, when a mare told me to go and clean the study. When I was cleaning, somepony came up behind me and… well, yeah...” scripture finishes.

“Well, then,” Watchman says, “thank you for that.” and walks to his bedroom. He goes to sleep and wakes up to Octavia staring at him in the dark.

“Ok, stalker alert!” Watchman says with humor. Octavia walks to the end of his bed,

“Can… I lay down with you?” she asks.

“Wait… what?” Watchman asks, “I thought you hated me?”

“Oh no, I just am different when I’m around them is all.” Octavia says.

“Sure then, come here.” Watchman says, patting his hoof to his left. Octavia climbs up onto the bed and cuddles with Watchman. It was odd to him that, even though she was so close, she was so cold. He goes to sleep again, only to be woken up by Octavia mumbling in her sleep. She seems scared, so Watchman touches her head, then kisses her head. She begins to quiet, and he falls back asleep. In the morning, he awakes to a cat purring on his stomach.

“What the-?” Watchman says, and the cat wakes up and looks at him. Smoke swirls around it, and it turns into Octavia.

“Sorry. I do that in my sleep sometimes.” she says.

“You are very cute as a cat. I mean, you are cute like this, but that’s cool.” Watchman says, and Octavia blushes. Watchman gets up and walks to the kitchen to make himself cereal with a packet when the door flies open and ponies rush in from all directions, their guns pointed at him.

“Don’t move!” a gruff female voice says to him, then something is dragging him away.

“Nooo!!!!!” he screams, but he blacks out.