Thunk thunk

Vinyl smiled as she pressed her ear against the grey chest. The rhythm was slow and relaxed, so trusting, so... alive. The warm body beneath her looked still, but it was only sleep. Living ponies were so interesting, their bodies never shut down. Even when they were asleep the machine kept ticking, their hearts beat, their stomach churned and their minds most of all. Vinyl hadn't dreamt in centuries, but she could still recall the vivid surreal creations of her resting mind.

With a sigh she lifted her head and looked down at the sleeping mare. To kill or not to kill? On one hoof Vinyl was hungry, very hungry, she could feel her fangs pierce her bottom lip as she contemplated the fate of her newest conquest. It would be so easy, one bite, and a feeble struggle. Nopony would miss a lone street musician. Vinyl's teeth extended further as she thought about it, her hoof slid up on its on accord to rest against the mare's throat, feeling the pulse, the rush of nourishment through her warm veins. Yet, Vinyl couldn't help but feel a pang where her own heart had been. It wasn't even jealousy of her guest's vitality, she really had enjoyed the young musician's company.

The music the grey mare played reminded her of her own foalhood. It wasn't the electronic beats of modern days that Vinyl herself had taken such a liking to, no they were the notes of a simpler time. A time where Vinyl had a heartbeat of her own.

With a groan she rolled out of bed, careful not to wake her guest. "You're being stupid," she admonished herself. This wasn't the first time she felt herself falling for a mortal, and it never ended well.

However, even knowing the outcome would eventually be painful she couldn't help but look forward to the journey. She bent down and kissed the sleeping pony goodnight. Her lips merely brushing the mare's throat as she kept her fangs in check. The mare even smelled delicious and Vinyl felt herself begin to drool. "Not tonight," she whispered as she managed to pull herself away. She wrapped herself in a dark hoodie before exiting her apartment to hunt. Somepony had to die tonight, but it would not be Octavia.

Author's Note

Inspired by a number of vampire stories revolving our favourite DJ pony and Confessions of the Dark by Sleeping Pegasus in particular.