In an Abandoned Asylum

A lone male vampire was running down the hallways of the old asylum his pack was using as a nest. He was an unassuming creature by most human standards, but once he dropped his lure tactic, he was a truly terrifying monster to contend with. He usually struck fear into the hearts of all humans who encountered him in his predatory form.

But right now, he was the one who was filled with terror.

He was running down the tight corridors of the abandoned asylum his pack was nesting in. The old facility was mostly intact with lots of places to hide away from daylight. The halls he was running down were so tight, he couldn't run at his full speed. The old vampire was wearing a plain white dress shirt and black jeans. He looked like a man in his twenties, but he was well over three hundred years old. His white dress shirt was stained with his own black blood. He was clutching a clawed hand over a slash wound that wouldn't heal.

Normally, his species healing ability would have this wound closed in seconds. But this wound wasn't made by any ordinary weapon. This was made by a weapon made of silver, a metal known for killing monsters.

The wound was bleeding and burning as if the wound had acid poured on it.

As he rounded a corner, he was trying to figure out what had just happened. One moment, his nest had been enjoying a lovely evening of drinking the blood of some homeless humans they had kidnapped. They weren't going to kill the humans at all. They were only going to drink enough to leave them feeling a bit weak for a while. Suddenly, the window on the floor they were gathered in shattered as something metallic landed on the floor with a "clanking" sound. It was cylindrical in shape with an insignia on it. An insignia that was a stylized deer's head with a longbow on it. This was an insignia that these vampires recognized all too well.

This was the Order of Artemis launching an attack against them. The global human organization dedicated to hunting and eradicating monsters. Regardless of whether or not they even fed on humans.

The object suddenly released a strange cream-colored gas into the room. The entire nest began coughing and wheezing from the gas. The gas had a really foul smell. This smell started to make their heads fill like helium balloons. Their legs and arms felt like wet ramen noodles. Their vision was getting blurry. All they could smell was the noxious gas. It took a while for the vampires to recognize the smell: it was garlic.

The entire room was flooded with garlic gas. No wonder he was feeling so dizzy. Garlic by itself would drive away most monsters due to the strong smell. But if the juice is used as a gas, it could slow a monster's reflexes and dull their senses.

He couldn't really see through the noxious fumes, but he could make out the silhouettes of his nestmates. They were all coughing and wheezing from the gas, too.

In the midst of the gas attack, he could hears sounds coming from the gas around him. It was the sounds of grunts, cries, blood splattering, and flesh ripping. The heads of his nestmates started rolling around him.

Panicking, the vampire had begun to run away from this place. Before he could make it out of the room, a silver blade came swinging down. The blade missed the vampire's neck, but it did slash his chest. The silver would prevent any wounds from healing.

He neared the door to the rear exit of the asylum. At last he would be free. He would be safe. He would leave the town and go start a new nest. He would survive this.

A great pain shot up his right leg, sending the vampire tumbling to the ground. He looked down to see a small silver dart enter the space between his thigh and lower leg, severing his hamstring in that leg. The vampire looked down the hallway to see two human girls walking towards him.

Both of these girls were wearing the typical uniforms of the Hunters from the Order. The uniforms consisted of long dark blue coats and pants, pauldrons, pointed hats, and plague doctor masks. The insignia of the Order, a horizontal bow and a vertical arrow, was stitched onto the left breast of each uniform. Both of the Hunters took off their masks.

One of them was a girl with short and light minty green hair with streaks of white running through them, blue eyes, and a buxom figure. Two large gauntlets covered her hands with spikes on the knuckles.

The other one carried a scimitar in her right hand. This one had light purple hair with a hot pink streak running through it. Her blue eyes were sharp and discerning. Just like her partner, she too had a curvaceous figure.

"Well, looks like this is the last one, Bon-Bon" the minty-haired one said.

"Yeah. Looks like this was one of our easiest hunts yet, Lyra" Bon-Bon replied.

"Oh, can I finish this one?" Lyra asked giddily.

"Sure. As long as it's done" Bon-Bon replied.

Lyra walked towards the incapacitated vampire with her gauntlets glowing with arc energy. One strike from those gauntlets would mean death. The vampire bared his fangs at the approaching Hunter.

"Why are you doing this?!" he shouted. "We don't even kill humans!"

Lyra just shook her head in response. "I'm afraid that that doesn't matter. See, the thing is that monsters have many unfair advantages over humans. That alone makes you and the rest of your kind a threat to humanity's safety."

"Besides, there are monsters that kill humans for fun. That we can't overlook. We were ordered to eliminate all monsters in this area, so we're following our orders" Bon-Bon interjected.

"We don't kill humans!" the vampire pleaded. "We have as much a right to exist in this world as you do!"

Bon-Bon and Lyra gave the vampire a cold stare. They both had slight auras of madness in their eyes.

"Then let us just agree to disagree" Lyra said before raising her gauntleted right fist.

"Damn you all!" the vampire cried.

Lyra brought her fist down on the unlucky vampire's head. His head exploded like a water balloon. Blood, brain matter, and countless skull fragments decorated the wall in a gruesome display of brutality. The headless corpse slid further onto the floor before turning into ash. Lyra brought up her bloody gauntlet and shook off the blood. She did a wide stretch.

"Well, that takes care of that. Another monster nest destroyed" Lyra said.

"Have you noticed that monster activity has been increasing recently? The higher-ups have been giving us more and more hunts recently" Bon-Bon inquired.

"You know what, I have noticed that. It seems the vermin are becoming bolder for some reason. Just the other night, I heard that some monsters are gathering together in larger groups for some reason" Lyra replied.

"Why is that?"

"I'm the wrong person to ask, Bon. Maybe one of the brains back at HQ could tell you"

Lyra had a point. They were simply Hunters, meant to hunt and kill monsters. But there were those within the Order who sole purpose is to study monsters. It was likely they'd know something about the monsters' recent behaviors.

"Anyway, we should get going" Bon-Bon said. "We have to meet up with one of our superiors to receive our next mission".

"You mean we have to meet up with that creepy guy from the Paladin Division?" Lyra asked.

"Yes. Look, he creeps me out, too. But we have to meet him to receive our next mission"

"Okay, let's go"

And with that, the two Hunters left the abandoned asylum to meet with their contact.

With Spike

Spike woke up to find himself in his room. He barely remembered anything, apart from the fantastic experience he got from the school nurse, Redheart.

He looked at the clock next to his bed and saw that it was now morning. If it was morning, than the students and teachers would all be asleep by now. So far, he'd had an interesting time to say the least.

"Well, if I'm going to beat Sunset in the upcoming duel, I might as well get up and start training," Spike said to himself.

As he sat himself up, his hands rested on what felt like warm and soft pillows, one in each hand. He looked to left and right to see Pinkie Pie and Applejack sleeping in the same bed as him. He instantly pulled his hands away and jumped out of the bed with a startled yell.

Pinkie and Applejack both woke up and looked at Spike with sleepy expressions on their faces. They were both wearing lingerie, too, which left very little to the imagination.

"Spike, are you okay?" Pinkie asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, sugarcube," Applejack said.

"Why are you in my room?! And why are you dressed like that?!" he shouted.

"The sun was rising and we decided to carry you back to the dorms," Pinkie replied.

"As for why we're dressed like this, we wanted to keep you warm while you were asleep," Applejack said.

Spike was about to protest, but he thought back to when he was asleep. He was pretty warm. But it somewhat bothered him that they only seemed to like him because he was powerful. He decided to put that thought out of his head.

"Wait, aren't guys and girls supposed to be in separate dorms?" Spike asked.

Both Pinkie and Applejack smiled. There was something somewhat predatory about those smiles. Their eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. Both of them got on their hands and knees and began to slowly crawl towards him. Both of them changed into their true monster forms.

Pinkie's eyes changed into bright green eyes with slits for pupils. Pointy, fluffy ears formed on the top of her head. Claws and fangs formed. A fluffy pink tail wagged behind her.

Applejack grew short smooth horns from the top of her forehead. Her skin changed to a dark leafy green color. Her teeth lengthened into vicious-looking fangs and her fingers sported claws instead of fingernails. Her ears lengthened until they looked like blades. Taut muscles could be seen under her skin. Everything about her spoke of a powerful monster.

They both looked at Spike with half-lidded eyes. Pinkie began drawing circles in the sheets using her claws.

"Come on, Spike. The sun's up. This is the time for sleep," Pinkie said.

"If you want to sleep soundly, it's always best to sleep with someone to cuddle," Applejack said.

Spike wasn't sure what to do. He was presented with the opportunity to cuddle with two beautiful monsters. Seeing nowhere else to sleep, he got back into bed between Pinkie and Applejack. They both wrapped their arms around him and pressed themselves against him. They both smelled nice, too.

Spike looked to them both to find that they were sound asleep. It was nice to see them both sleep peacefully, even in their monster forms.

Spike would have to talk to Rumble about more monster stuff tomorrow night. There was still more for him to learn. He also had to train for his upcoming duel against Sunset Shimmer.

Author's Note

Hey people! I'm gonna try to add more chapters to my most beloved story seeing as how it seems to be the most popular