Vinyl the Vampire and Other Short-Stories

by Avenging-Hobbits

Rating: everyone
Tags: Original Character, Octavia, Comedy, Random, DJ P0N-3, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1735

Vinyl Scratch is a vampire and she doesn't like it.

This is a series of stand alone short stories, none of them are supposed to make any sense at all. Just the random ideas I have. Not updated very often, but keeping it labled "incomplete" just in case I have a sudden burst of insperation.

Cover Art by RandomReader

This is my first fanfiction of any kind so be gentle. Constructive criticizing is welcome.

Published 2012-07-13 13:44:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-24 20:01:19 UTC

Vinyl the Vampire Pony

The television turns on, on the screen you hear an over dramatic voice say “WELCOME TO ‘TALES OF TERROR, HORROR AND WOE’! WITH YOU’RE HOST, STORY BOOK!!!!” you then see an elegantly dressed unicorn stallion in a suit sitting in a high back chair in the center of a room with a nice red carpet and a fireplace. “Good evening, I’m you’re narrator for this tale, Story Book. Here I present to you a tale of terror, horror and woe!” he raises his hoofs in a over dramatic manner along with a somewhat silly voice, equally silly organ music plays.

“On one dark night, Vinyl Scratch, otherwise known as DJ-PON3 and her roommate Octavia” with these words a spotlight turns on to show Vinyl, a pale white unicorn with blue mane and red eyes and Octavia,  and an dark grey earth pony with a long well kept mane, sitting in the center of a black background. “had a horrible and terrifying event befall them." Once again his voice becomes melodramatic. "Vinyl was bitten by a vampire and her dear friend Octavia was bitten by a werewolf.” Cheesy organ music plays.

With this Vinyl suddenly realizes that she is now a pale shade of white and her eyes have become blood red and her incisors are now noticeably larger and sharper, meanwhile Octavia's mane has become wild and unkempt and her eyes are now an odd shade of yellow. “WHAT? When did this happen?” Vinyl asks “Last week.” Story Book responds. “Really?” Octavia says desperately trying to fix her mane.

“Yes really.” Story Book says. “Well, that would explain the neck pain lately." Vinyl says rubbing her neck. "And the sudden yearning for raw meat." Octavia replies. The stallion in the suit is noticeably annoyed. “Whatever. The vampire’s name was Lestat.” He says trying to finish his story. “What type of stupid name is ‘Lestat’?” Vinyl asks. “I don’t know! Ask the writer!” he turns back to the camera. “Anyways, Vinyl is now stuck with super-pale skin, blood red eyes and a need to drink blood.”

Vinyl turns green at this information. “Eww! Groooossss!” the camera turns again to reveal Vinyl attempting to vomit. “Oh shut up.” Story Book says noticeably ticked off. “And Octavia will now turn into a wild beast with the coming of the full moon." Octavia faints. "Anyways, on the up-side” Story Book says with pronounced annoyance in his voice. “There’s an up-side?” Vinyl and Octavia both say in sync.

Story Book shoots them a dirty look. “Shut up. They are now virtually immortal and super-strong and, in Vinyl's case, with unbreakable skin” Vinyl is noticeably peeved at this information. “Oh, great. Now I’m stuck living like this FOREVER and I can’t get any body piercings” "Oh, yes, Vinyl, we all know how desperately you need you're body piercings..." Octavia says sarcastically.

The camera turns back to Story Book, looking hassled. “On the down side, Vinyl is forced to drink blood and can’t go out in daylight with out being completely covered and is now terribly allergic to garlic.” Vinyl shout from off screen “Oh! NO HAY!” Story Book turns in Vinyl direction “Oh come on! It’s not that bad. Think about it, no more garlic-sauce spaghetti…” Story Book says in a sing-songy voice. “Yeah and no more suntans.” Vinyl replies. "At least it's better than turning into a wild blood hungry beast every month." Octavia mumbles.

Story Book has no rebuttal for this one “Well, you've got me there. Anyways…another up-side is that when Vinyl got bitten she killed the guy, and that means he didn't get a chance to really finish the process, if he had, she’d be a soul-less merciless killer with no chance at redemption who stalks innocent ponies in the dark of the night.” Vinyl suddenly jumps in front of the camera and on top of Story Book “Wait what! I can get redeemed!? AWESOME!!!! How!?” Story Book shoves her off his lap “You get a priest, have a confession and then a stake through your chest. And then you die.” Vinyl is disappointed by this information “What! That’s stupid!” Story Book dusts himself off and then gets up from his chair “Look, lady, I didn’t write the rules. At least you don’t go to hell in this version of the story.”

Vinyl suddenly jumps on him again and begins to shake him violently “WHAT?! HELL!!?? Why didn’t you tell me this before you lying cheating bastard?!” Story Book desperately tries to get a few words in “You never *ack* asked. *choke* And since you where an unwilling victim, *gasp* you’re soul was technically never really screwed up by all this.” She continues to shake him “WHAT!!!! THAT MAKES NO SENSE!!!!!” "And what about me!" Octavia says, now suddenly growling. "Well *ack* as for you *ack* you just need an exorcist to perform an exorcism *choke* even though there's a 80% *ack* chance *choke* that'll backfire and get you stuck in wolf form." Story Book manages to shove Vinyl off of him

"What a rip-off!" Octavia says. "What kind of rule is that anyways?!" she's shouting now and looking noticeably more lupine.

"LOOK! I told you I didn't write this idiotic piece of tripe! Take it up with the writer!!!!” Story Book shoves the both of them out of his way and proceeds to storm off the set, mumbling and grumbling, something about not being paid enough for his work.

Vinyl and Octavia are left standing in the middle of the room, and then noticing the camera, walk out of frame asking for the writer. Sounds of chaos come from off-screen, suddenly a thin nerdy-looking blue Pegasus with glasses, a brown mane and a camera cutie mark flies off screen screaming “I’M SORRY! I JUST WROTE THIS AS A JOKE!!! PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!! I WANNA LIVE!!!!!” his voice now sounding like a little girl. Octavia, now in full werewolf mode, jumps after him, followed by Vinyl screaming "YOU COME BACK HERE YOU COWARD!!!! I’M GONNA SUCK YOU DRY, YOU COWARD!!!!!" also knocking the camera over and thereby ending the broadcast.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is my first EVER fan fiction, Constructive criticizing is welcome, but remember I've only just started. Again this is only my first story. I wrote it from the point of view of the viewer of a television show. Originally wrote it in script format and then re-wrote it in the style above.

What you've just read is a quick little thing I wrote in under an hour. The basic idea came from the idea behind the fanfiction "My Roommate is a Vampire" which I have to admit I've never read. The idea of Vinyl Scratch being a vampire however, was just too good to pass up.

So I hope you liked this little story, I am currently working on a totally separate idea of an MLP/Marvel's The Avengers crossover.

I hope to finish the first chapter of the first story soon. Thank you for reading this little short-story and I hoped you enjoyed it. Thank you.

I may also continue with the basic idea of this little story into a longer story, the idea being that they just try to live an everyday life even though one of them turns into a monster every full moon and the other needs to suck blood to survive. If you think I should continue please say so in the comments. Thanks again for reading.

The little nerdy Pegasus writer with glasses and brown mane and camera cutie mark is my ponysona, Franklin (couldn't think of a better name, feel free to suggest one.) I figured I might as well put myself in as a joke.

Getting Coffee

NOTE: I wrote this for my workshop, but I thought I might as well ad this as a bonus short-story. It features my OC Hasselblad Photo-Shoot (name by RandomReader)

Hasselblad Photo-Shoot pushed his glasses up his nose as he rushed from the photo-studio, his mother, well known Equestrian fashion photographer Photo Finish was desperately in need of her daily PonyBucks coffee and Brownie. How can she eat those? He wondered, they were always too nutty for his taste. He flew pass Derpy Hooves who was busy trying to shove a package into an already filled-to-bursting mailbox.

He took a quick glance at his pocket watch, a gift from his mother for his birthday, even though he had trouble reading the hands. Looked about 12:15 by the look of it. Dang. I’m running late. He decided to kick into high gear, hoping that he’d get there in time. He finally made it to the coffee house. He burst in through the double-doors, knocking several innocent bystanders out of the way. Panting, he flapped over to the counter, where he saw the pony behind it looking at him with a somewhat glazed look in his eyes. “Hey Coffee Grinder, the standard, For Mom.” Hasselblad said, between gasps for air.

The mocha-colored unicorn lazily looked up from his copy of Watchponies, nodded turned and proceeded to fill a nice big cup of Triple-Grande Hazelnut Latte, Photo Finish’s favorite, and then lazily walk over a pull a brownie out of the little container on the counter. He levitated the cup and brownie over to Hasselblad and then proceed to return to reading his comic book.

“Don’t I need to pay you?” Hasselblad asked. “Huh?” Coffee Grinder looked up from his comic book again. “Oh yeah. Whatever dude. That’ll be 10 bits.” Coffee Grinder said, Hasselblad reached into his pocket and pulled out the money, “Here you go, thanks!” At that he turned and proceeded to fly out of the coffee house at top speed and make his way back to Photo Finish’s studio. “Mom! I’ve got your coffee!” “Vhat? Ach! Hasselblad! You’re here! Danke.” At this she took the coffee and brownie from Hasselblad and drank it in one gulp and then turned and returned to her photo shoot. Hasselblad, tried from flying so fast back and forth, simply sat on a small chair and proceeded to fall over, exhausted.

Dream Weaver (or it was late and I was bored....)

Rarity looked into Braeburn eyes, and he looked into hers, and the strains of “Dream Weaver” started to waif through the air and they kissed the kiss of passion that of endless passion that would never end.