Blood Red Dusk

Twilight Sparkle wakes up, her body aching and throbbing. She tries to open her eyes, but darkness is all she sees. She is tied up and blindfolded. Strangely, her mouth is not gagged. The smell of blood penetrates her nostrils, giving a strange pleasure to her neurons. She speaks loudly:

"Hello? Is anypony there? What is going on?!"

A voice echoes in Twilight's ears. A stallion's deep and raspy voice.

"I see you have awakened. Strange. Most take a week or more to wake up. You took nary but a night."

"Who are you? What's happening? Why do I smell blood?! Where am I?! Where are Rainbow Dash and Spike?! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

"Are you so loud all the time? Where you are is of no importance. As of your friends, I do not know. I do not care either. You are the important part of the events that occurred yesterday's night."

"What are you talking about? And why am I tied up?"

"The process is painful and makes the body thrash while it sleeps. I don't need a flailing unicorn mare breaking my few possesions while she sleepwalks. Your restrains may have caused you to feel your body throb. It shall stop soon, after your first taste. Now that you are awake, I shall remove them. Make me mad, and I'll put them on again, and this time I will gag you, too."

She feels her bindings untie themselves, and fall down to the floor. The blindfold falls, too. She opens her eyes, and sees nothing.

"What's going on? I can't see. How can you see in this darkness?"

"What the hell? How can you not see? I thought your transformation was complete."

Twilight hears steps. They are heavy and loud, and slightly muffled. Whoever is here, it must be somepony large and heavy, perhaps as big as Big Macintosh. Finally the steps are right beside her. Twilight feels a magic field probing her from the inside of her eyes, then move on to her torso and heart.

"Seemingly, your conversion is not complete yet. Strange. Most don't wake up until they are fully converted. The process drains them from their magic and stamina. You must have great magical ability. You'll make a good servant."

"Servant? What do you mean by servant?"

"I assumed you were a well read mare. Surely you must know the meaning..."

"Of course I know the..."

"BE SILENT, YOU INSOLENT BITCH! I WILL NOT HAVE MY SERVANTS BE SO ARROGANT AS TO INTERRUPT ME! NOW SHUT YOUR FUCKING SNOUT AND LISTEN, YOU IMPUDENT WENCH!"

Twilight tries to scream at who she presumes is her captor, but feels compelled not to, for some reason.

"Now, you will obey my commands because I started your process! And I mean that you will be forced magically to do so! You shall be my slave."

Twilight waits for him to stop speaking before speaking herself.

"Master?" She speaks with all the rage she can muster. "May I ask, what is this process you're talking about?"

"Do you not remember the events of last night?" He pauses for a moment.

"...Of course you don't. I keep forgetting that part. It's like I am being affected myself. I have to speed this up a little. This may feel a little uncomfortable."

Without preamble, the male unicorn casts a spell. Twilight feels ethereal tentacles prod her fur. Now the tendrils are below her skin, giving small shocks to her muscles as they make their way to her head. The sudden impact of the magic in her brain causes her to fall to the floor, unconscious.

She opens her eyes, and feels her head throb and ache, but the strange force that drilled into her skull was gone. She sees the damp walls of a cave, and hears snoring from behind her. Twilight turns around and sees a unicorn stallion.

He has a white coat, and a long, dark blue mane that falls over his head. In the center of his forehead rests a long, thin, pointy horn. Both his body and his mane are covered in dirt, grime and dark red spots, the only clean place being his horn. He is really tall, easily as big as Big Macintosh, possibly taller. He is also quite thin, his ribs showing through his skin. Twilight remembers his somewhat muffled steps and takes a look at his hooves.

What the...? He has fur on his hooves?! Wait a second... I can see! But why? There's no visible light source. Is this what he was talking about?... Why am I thinking about this? I have to write to Princess Celestia so she can help me get out of here, and away from this crazy stallion.

Twilight looks around, looking for anything that she can write upon. There is nothing but rocks and some roots hanging from the roof of the cave. There is no kind of paper, no ink, no quills, nothing of the sort. It doesn't matter to Twilight. She knows spells that would make the roots into paper, and the rocks into ink and a decent substitute for a quill. She starts to focus on pulling the roots off the roof and near her. The roots stay still. Bewildered, Twilight focuses again, to no avail. She feels drained, as if her magic had been taken away. She feels helpless.

She suddenly notices the snoring is gone, and turns around. The white unicorn stands up, and opens his eyes. Twilight takes a look at them. Twilight takes a look at them again, not believing her eyes. They seem to glow, crimson light emanating from the red irises. His eyes are bloodshot, and the whites of his eyes don't look white, instead being colored a soft shade of red.

"What is wrong with your eyes?!" She asks. The stallion just gives her a deadpan look.

"You keep challenging my assumptions of your intelligence. Can you not deduce what's happening?"

"No. I'd need to know more about what's happening to deduce accurately what's happening. I only know that now I can see in the dark without light sources, that I can't do magic, and that it's, somehow, your fault. So please, tell me, what is going on with me? What did you do? Who are you?"

He sighs."Perhaps a more visual demonstration will show you."

The dirt covered stallion stands up and bares his teeth.

He laughs maniacally as he grows fangs and canines. Twilight's eyes grew like plates. He can't... This can't be true. THIS CAN'T BE TRUE!

"THIS CAN'T BE TRUE!" She screams, red tears flowing from the corners of her eyes.

"It can't..." She sobs.

He stops laughing, and stares at her.

"But it is true. You know it now, that the fabled myths are not mythical. You and I are the same, my servant. You..." He paused dramatically. "Are a vampire. And I, Viktor von Reißzähne, am your new master!"