Dashie the Vampony Slayer

The three friends meet up after school on the front steps of Ponydale High. By now, most of the wingless students have already boarded the buses. The pegasi are aerially developed enough by high school that they can fly home after school. In fact, the flight team pegasi are forced to do drills around the circumference of Ponydale as their daily workout routine. Rainbow was seriously considering joining the flight team when she arrived in Ponydale, until she learned that they are the worst flight team of any school in Equestria, including filly schools. Practically the only sport Ponydale High is good at is volleyball, but that’s only because most of the good players are transfers from Manehatten High, the best volleyball high school in Equestria.

“So, what should we do after school today?” Fluttershy asks, excited about the prospects of hanging out with another friend besides Spike. “I hear there’s a big meet-up at Sugarcube Corner tonight at 8.”

Rainbow hesitates, trying to come up with an excuse to meet up with Twilight as opposed to her friends. She is really starting to dislike all this lying, especially to her friends. But she knows she can’t tell them she’s a Slayer without putting them in danger, so she bears the guilt for the moment.

“Uh actually, I have detention with Ms. Sparkle in a few minutes,” Rainbow lies.

Spike smirks, amused at this news.

“Detention on your first day?!” Spike exclaims. “You must be trying to break some sort of record. And not the good kind.”

“Yeah, Rainbow, you should try to keep a lower profile. Davenport would pounce on any excuse to kick you out of school,” Fluttershy warns.

Rainbow bites her lip. She backs up the steps leading to the front doors of the school.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I should actually get going. I wouldn’t want to be late for detention,” Rainbow says.

Fluttershy and Spike nod in understanding. Rainbow turns around and begins walking up the stone steps.

“Sugarcube Corner at 8, then? I mean, if you’re free,” Fluttershy suggests.

Rainbow turns around towards her friends and smiles.

“Definitely.”

--DtVS--

“Definitely not,” Twilight decrees, looking up from a dusty old volume entitled Ancient Vampony Lore. “You need to patrol tonight.”

Rainbow tilts her head in confusion.

“Patrol?”

Twilight nods with conviction.

“Yes, the evil undead aren’t going to slay themselves,” Twilight says. “And anyway, you shouldn’t be out socializing. You’re the Slayer, not the Homecoming Queen.”

Rainbow huffs and sits down at the small round table across from Twilight.

“I was the Homecoming Queen back in Cloudsdale,” She pouts, making small circles on the table with her hoof.

“Well you’re not in Cloudsdale anymore. You have responsibilities now. Slayer responsibilities,” Twilight explains. “Unless your friends are attacked by vamponies, they’re not going to be on your radar tonight.”

Rainbow Dash expresses her disapproval with a frown.

“Okay, so about this Hellfoal. I know its energy attracts monsters and such, but what is its purpose?” Rainbow asks.

“It’s a gateway to a hell dimension, or was that not clear from the Hell part?” Twilight says smugly.

“You can be quite smug sometimes, Twi,” Rainbow observes.

“And you can be quite arrogant,” Twilight fires back at her.

Rainbow is silent for a moment. Then she attempts to steer the conversation back on topic.

“But what comes out of the hell dimension? Just your typical demons and Nightmare Moons, or do they throw curve balls at us like fillies with candy canes for heads?” Rainbow asks sarcastically.

Twilight is not amused.

“Your snarkiness isn’t helping anypony Rainbow Dash. Sarcasm aside, if the Hellfoal were ever opened, it would release horrors beyond imagination. Apocalyptic horrors. It’s nothing to joke about.”

Rainbow stands up and walks over to the bookcase where the Hellfoal is located. Technically it’s a few hundred yards above the actual Hellfoal though. She rests her hoof on the bookcase.

“Ok, no more joking about the Hellfoal,” Rainbow concedes momentarily. “Do you think kicking the Hellfoal would anger it?”

--DtVS--

Fluttershy and Spike stroll through the darkness of the night towards Sugarcube Corner. As they walk past a small lamppost, Spike accidentally steps on Fluttershy’s hooves.

“Ow!” Fluttershy cries, and then adds, “Oh, I’m sorry Spike.”

“Oh, sorry Fluttershy,” Spike apologizes. “It’s dark out here.”

Fluttershy nods.

“Did you just nod?” Spike asks.

Fluttershy nods again. Spike squints and tries to peer through the intermitted darkness between the lights given off by the lamps.

“This is going to take forever,” Spike concludes. “Let’s take a shortcut through the cemetery.”

Spike points towards the cemetery, labeled “Ponydale Hills Cemetery” by a large stone tablet near the entrance despite the fact that there are no hills near the cemetery. Small candles on the gravestones light the cemetery, making the inky darkness more bearable. It is pony tradition to light candles on the gravestones of ponies at night so that pony ghosts can find their way back to their own graves in the dark. Fluttershy squeals in fright.

“Let’s not, please. Cemeteries are scary at night,” Fluttershy whimpers. “I mean, they’re scary during the day, but they’re especially scary at night.”

Spike laughs at her naivety.

“Oh, come on, Fluttershy,” Spike chuckles. “What are you afraid of? Some hoof coming out of the ground and grabbing your leg?”

A few hundred yards away a hoof breaches the ground of a grave; however Fluttershy and Spike don’t notice this, as they are too busy bantering.

Fluttershy cowers in fear at the thought of such a scenario. Spike sighs, trying to be patient with her.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. You need to be braver Fluttershy,” Spike suggests. “Not everything is out to eat you.”

Suddenly, there is a rustling behind them and a deep, gravelly voice speaks to them.

“But I am!” the voice growls.

Fluttershy and Spike swing around. Behind them stands a dirty, muddy looking pony, his rust red coat barely noticeable under all the mud. The pony’s face is contorted and disfigured as if he had fallen from a high cliff onto his face. The pony opens his mouth to reveal a set of shiny fangs. They gleam in the moonlight like stars in the sky.

Fluttershy and Spike scream and make a run for it simultaneously. The vampony grimaces for a moment and then chases after them through the maze of candle-lit graves. Spike looks up at Fluttershy, who is flying a few feet above him.

“Fluttershy, pick me up!” Spike pleads.

“What? I can’t pick you up,” Fluttershy squeaks, taken aback.

Spike glances back at the pursing vampony.

“Try,” He demands. “Like now!”

He holds his hands up. Fluttershy glides down and grabs his hands with her hooves. She tries to pick him up off the ground, but can’t seem to pick him up. Finally, however, she manages to lift him a few inches off the ground, but then she flies into a tree branch, sending them both crashing to the ground. The vampony steps up to his fallen victims and places a hoof on each of their chests. He looks from Fluttershy to Spike, whom are both quivering in fear.

“Well, well, well, which one of you should I eat first?” the vampony muses, showing off his bright fangs.

“Try me!” pipes up a voice from behind him.

The vampony swings around to find a cyan, rainbow maned pegasus hovering a few feet above a candle-clad gravestone with a stake in her hoof.

“Who are you?” the vampony asks.

“The name’s Rainbow Dash. I’m the Slayer.” Rainbow throws the stake into the air and catches it in her mouth, and then flies towards the vampony.

The vampony stands his guard. However at the last second, Rainbow swerves to the side and thrusts the stake into the vampony’s cutie mark. The vampony has one last moment of shock. Then the surprised vampony dissolves into a pile of dust on the ground.

“Well,” Rainbow comments, tossing her stake into her saddlebag. “That wasn’t too hard was it?”

Spike struggle to his feet as Rainbow Dash helps Fluttershy up. Fluttershy gives Rainbow a scared and confused look.

“W-w-what was that?” Fluttershy stutters.

“And more importantly, how did you get rid of it?” Spike adds pointing towards the pile of dust.

Suddenly, Twilight steps into the light given off from the candles.

“That wasn’t bad, but you could definitely work on your technique. Brashness is unbecoming of a Slayer,” Twilight critiques.

“Slayer?” Spike asks.

Rainbow chuckles guiltily, realizing it is time she finally tell them her true identity.

“I’ve been the slightest bit dishonest with you both. There are some things I should tell you about myself.”