Twilight looked up at the sunlight high above her. It had been so long since she had simply enjoyed a sunrise that she stood there for much longer than necessary.

How easy one forgets simple things, like warmth on your fur or a breeze in your mane when you were deadened to them for centuries.

Centuries.

It was nearly a millennium since she was cursed in order to extend her life, and even after a week, she’s not gotten used to the changes her body has undergone.

She still needed blood, but it wasn’t nearly as large a drive as it was before, once every three days was sufficient, and feeding didn’t seem to impair her mental faculties at all.

But the biggest change was that sunlight no longer affected her, and she seemed...more alive. Her body wasn’t cool to the touch like it was before, and her coat had lightened to its natural hue she had when she was younger.

But enough hesitation, she’s got a meeting to attend to. Looking down from the sunlight above her eyes alight on an isolated log cabin. Pushing open the door her eyes fell upon horrified faces.

The small cabin housed a nightmare inside. Taking steps into the darkened portal she looked around, her eyes still seeing quite clearly in the dim light. All around her were the corpses of those who passed before, animals stuffed and posed in various snarling poses lined the walls.

Taking a step inside her hoof touches something soft, looking down she saw a pony fur rug, complete with a head facing the doorway.

Even after gaining some amount of emotion such things still hardly affected her.

Looking around she doesn’t see her target but a soft thunk came from beneath her hooves.

Ah, she was in the basement. Enhanced hearing is still as useful as it’s always been, moving past the main living area she encounters more and more stuffed ponies, these ones with faces frozen in terror. Twilight examined one of them for a moment, it almost seems as if this one was still screaming, the glass eyes looked very realistic.

She’d gotten better at Taxidermy since her last visit, good glass eyes were a rather recent addition, older ones were good for rodents, and even bears, but not ponies, who’s irises varied so widely in both color and saturation.

Thunk.

Eventually, she made her way to a door, even without using Arcane Sight she could tell it was heavily enchanted. Casting the proper spell she read the glyphs that covered the iron portal.

Crude,ancient and inefficient, but effective. Runes typically required more space to inscribe them properly than modern enchanting using spell matrix. Useful though for one normally without magic.

At a cost, of course.

Thunk.

Seeing that the enchantments were to stop anyone from leaving, rather than entering she opens the door and descends into the darkness below, the wooden stairs creaking beneath her hooves.

A few dozen steps later she’s greeted by the gaze of a pony chained to the wall, it’s confinement designed to be right where the stairs ended.

Putting escape so close, but so out of reach was an effective way to break somepony.

Not that the pony in question had much on its mind, it’s gaze was straight ahead, silent tears moving down its face.

Hmm, seems it has enough water to cry still. Must not have been here for long.

Its eyes moved to twilight, pleading, and silent.

Ah, its throat was cut, it’s voicebox removed. Odd, she usually enjoyed their screams.

Thunk.

Turning her gaze to the room on her left Twilight’s glowing red eyes survey the various torture implements lining the walls, a bloodstained table lies in the middle, a cart containing various knives and even surgical equipment close by. The far wall was dominated by a massive patchwork.

One could be forgiven for thinking it was a patchwork quilt, only on close inspection does one realize it’s composed of cutie marks, each cut with surgical precision and turned into leather, stitched together in a macabre patchwork.

Most serial killers keep some form of memento, a way to relive their kills. Her target liked to collect cutie marks.

Thunk.

Looking down, below the patchwork She sees her target, a slumped form on a butcher table. A pink hoof raises up a cleaver and slices through a pony lying upon it with a thunk. From behind like this you could barely make out a cutie mark full of balloons. Though, in this light they almost seemed to be popped, and faded.

Unlike normal, her pink hair is flat and lifeless, devoid of it’s happy bouncy curls.

Twilight learned long ago not to question the mane, it was a good measure of who was in control at any given time.

Flat mane usually meant Mena, or a rather depressed Pinkie about to revert to mena.

Twilight’s gaze shifted to the focus of Mena’s work, a scraping sound as chunks of flesh are deposited into a nearby bucket with meaty thuds.

“Pinkamena, do you have some time?”

A flat, monotone voice fills the air, the usual exuberant tone of PInkie replaced with a flat and low tone. “I assumed you would realize I’m busy.” She goes back to work again, slicing another part of somepony’s leg with a thunk.

“Giving my prey too much hope is a bad thing, sets me back by hours.”With a flick of her wrist, the butcher knife gets embedded in the table. Turning around Mena’s eyes meet Twilights, cold and blue, utterly lifeless and almost bored, an apron covering her chest.

Unlike pinkie, Mena’s hair is always flat, her eyes sunken as if they never sleep. The blue orbs looked irritated, flicking to the mute pony behind Twilight and back.

Mena reaches behind her and grabs a cube of meat from the bucket, still dripping with blood and pops it into her mouth, Sharp canine teeth flash in the dim light of the dungeon.

Hm, her illusion was off already, Interesting.

Looking down a bit, a golden necklace is wrapped around Mena’s neck, a pink gem in the center.

It’s design wasn’t the same as the element of harmony she possessed, looking far more crude and a lot older.

Looks aside, Mena was actually older than Twilight by a few decades.

Most werewolves died rather quickly, but those that can hunt consistently can prolong their life as long as they have meat.

Pony meat specifically. A werewolf eating a deer was the same as a regular wolf eating vegetables. Technically possible, but not very nourishing.

Vampirism wasn’t the only curse that Nightmare made.

As she silently eats her chunk of flesh she takes a seat on a nearby stool. “I’m kinda in the middle of something today, can it wait? Pinkie will be back sometime tomorrow, Diane has some planned time with that one.” She gestured absently with a hoof. At the pony chained to the wall.

Ah, that explains why it wasn’t dehydrated, hard to ejaculate when you have no water in your system.

Taking a deep breath Twilight speaks again. “This concerns all of you.”

Looking at the serious expression on Twilight’s face Pinkamena sighs “Alright, get it over with. I’m just doing some processing now anyway.”

Seeing no place to sit down, Twilight continues standing. “As per the Werewolf Accord, your territory supersedes Equestria’s laws, You’ve done an admirable job disposing of the Disharmonic, and you’ve kept your hunting to acceptable levels. However, it seems when Luna’s hatred was purged by the Elements of harmony, her control over the Originals was severed. They’ve begun to move, making waves now that they are free to do as they will. I’ve been asked by Celestia to ask for your assistance, an Ancient like you should be able to gather the other Clans to help hunt them down.”

Pinkamena simply sat there, remaining silent. She grabs and eats a few more chunks of flesh before growling.

“I don’t have much contact with the other Ancients, and I don’t have a pack of my own. I could threaten them into helping, but they don’t wish to work with me at all. It would be quite a fight to prove who’s the Alpha, and Fenrir wouldn’t make it an honorable one on one versus me. It would take time, and I’m not sure that’s something you have in abundance. Vampires are a myth after all, same with Werewolves.” Mena gave a toothy smile, her sharp teeth stained red from the pony meat she was just consuming.

Twilight sighs in vexation, rubbing her forehead with a hoof.

“I’ve been authorized to help you in any way possible, you’re right though, we don’t have much time. Have you been...satisfied?”

Mena looks at the work she’s done, her eyes drifting to the pony chained to the wall, and his former friend on the chopping block behind her. She seemed to be doing some sort of internal debate with herself and sighs. “Diane’s not on board, she wants to enjoy this one while he still has life left. Give us about three hours.”

Twilight sighs but heads up the staircase once again, the pleading eyes of the mute pony seeking salvation.

A salvation that will never come. Hopefully, he enjoys what little pleasure he can get before he dies.

Twilight didn’t hold out hope for that though, Diane was both a sadist and a masochist.

They were both going to be in a lot of pain soon.

Part of Twilight hurts, the small amount of kindness inside her wants to ease his suffering, but sometimes the greatest kindness is satisfying a monster so it doesn’t hurt many more.”

She leaves the basement behind and makes her way into the woods surrounding the lone cabin. Minutes pass and she eventually leaves the Everfree, walking down a familiar path past Sweet apple acres. She gets an enthusiastic wave from her friend on the way, bucking apples with the help of her sister.

A quick trip through town and Twilight finds herself inside the library.

She’s got work to do.

~~~~~

Her preparations were complete, her bags were packed and books were left out for Dash to come back for later, that mare really has an unhealthy appetite for reading, and surprisingly a secretive nature when it’s called for.

A twist in space-time alerts twilight that her guest has arrived.

Looking down she sees a familiar pink pony, but subtle things are different. Her mane which was once flat and lifeless before in the basement is curled and...kinda suave, elegantly wrapping around her face and framing her eyes almost sensually, even her eyelashes seemed longer and more ladylike, unlike the flat blue of before these were full of life, desire, and no small amount of pure unbridled lust. Even the way she stood seemed suggestive in the extreme.

Great. Diane was in charge, this will be...a bother.

Putting up a sound nullifying barrier twilight headed downstairs. “Diane, I was under the impression that Mena would be the one meeting me, or at least Pinkie.”

Diane’s voice rolls out almost like a purr, low and seductive. “My time is already being cut short, I’m not giving up control just yet. We have schedules for a reason hot stuff.” She takes a deep breath. “I can smell Dashie here, quite strongly too. Have you two...gotten closer while I wasn’t lookin?” The hunger in her eyes showed exactly what she meant.

“No, she’s just been borrowing more books recently, she’s scheduled to get some new ones in about an hour, I would prefer if we were out of here before then. Lots of questions that I’d rather not answer.”

Diane gives a wide smile, showing her canine teeth.

Seems the illusion’s still off. Lighting up her horn Twilight grabbed her saddlebags and floated them onto her back. “You know where the other Werewolf clans are? We don’t have much time before we have a bloodbath that would be quite difficult to erase on our hooves.”

“Blah blah blah.” Diane absently waves a dismissive hoof. “Mena filled me in, find the Ancients, force them to band together, kill the vampires. Anything I’m missing?”

As Twilight opens her mouth to speak a new sound hits her eardrums. There’s the excited heartbeat of Diane, but there’s another sound as well…

A second excited heartbeat had joined the first. No, excited wasn’t the right word… it was too fast, to frantic. This was fear.

Horseapples.

In a blur of motion Twilight ran to the door, throwing it open, knocking down a pony who was eavesdropping. The silence barrier ended right at the door, somepony could simply press an ear to it and hear their private conversation.

Looking down Twilight saw a groaning blue pony beneath the steps, holding her head before she looked up and gasped in shock.

“Dash, you weren’t supposed to be here for another hour.”

Dash for her part was simply shivering, almost cowering in fear. Her eyes were locked not on Twilight, but on something behind her.

Letting out another sigh she turned to look behind her, and of course; there’s Diane, her smile wider than before, showing off her sharp teeth for all of Ponyville to see, still stained red from the meat she just consumed.

Dash let out three simple words, words that made everything far more complicated than ever before.

“Pinkie’s a werewolf?”

Author's Note

And now the big reveal! to finally answer someone's question, YES there are more curses/and or statuses.

Zombies and Werewolves do exist.

I hope this isn't too sudden, I tried to sprinkle things about it in last chapter, and even the one before.

be sure to give credit to the rats that worked overtime for this. I'm worried this won't jive well with the readers of this chapter. The world is opening up to more possibilities, and I really hope you enjoyed the ride. now to go back to my cave.