A young man was staring out at the night sky. The name of the young man was Spike Drake. He was a skinny thing with a decent bit of muscle. Being thirteen years old, he still had a fair bit of growing to do. His bright green spiky hair made him stand out among his classmates.

He always enjoyed nighttime. He enjoyed watching the stars and the changing of the moon's phases. Spike liked hearing the sounds of the bugs and frogs sounding in the dark. He loved viewing the bats flying around and eating insects. In fact, bats are Spike's favorite animal.

Recently, Spike noticed that the bat population in the area had shot up quicker than what should have been normal. Spike theorized that they must have found a large structure to serve as a roost. Then one night, as Spike was going on one of his night walks, he saw a stream of bats flying out of the old mansion's attic. It made sense that the bats chose that place as a roost, since no one has lived there for eight years.

The mansion in question, called Carnstein Manor, was built in a European Gothic style, giving off the impression of it being something out some vampire novel. Spike had never been inside the mansion himself, but he guessed that the inside looked similar to European cathedrals. He pictured halls lined with portraits of lords and ladies, a giant organ, and great chandeliers lighting a grand ballroom. The mansion had three levels from what he could see. The garden of the property was overgrown and full of weeds. Vines have been creeping up the columns outside the house for years.

The mansion was originally owned by the Carnstein Family, one of the wealthiest families in the city. No one know why the family left town, but no one has been able to buy the house since. Now it seems that the only inhabitants of the house were a colony of bats.

Spike's stargazing was interrupted by the sound of a truck driving down his street. He looked down from his bedroom window to see three big moving trucks driving down the street. And stopping before the gates of Carnstein Manor.

"Why are moving trucks driving through at this time of night? And why are they stopping at Carnstein Manor?" Spike asked himself.

Maybe someone was actually rich enough to buy the place. This also means new neighbors.

Spike's mother, Luna, would be insistent that she and him do something to welcome the new neighbors to the neighborhood. She'll probably bake cookies for them or something. She's a kind soul like that. Spike continued to observe the moving trucks to see if he could see what the new neighbors looked like.

Out of the trucks came several uniformed movers ready to get about their work. They all got to the backs of their trucks, opened up the backs, and set about their work. They were bringing out boxes of various sizes as well as a few wooden crates. The movers were going about their work at a steady pace. There was an individual among them that didn't to be one of the movers at all. Spike guessed that this must've been the buyer.

From what Spike could see, this person was female in what appeared to be her late teens. She wore a white button-up shirt that hugged her chest tightly, her C-cup breasts making Spike blush. He looked down to see that the girl was wearing black leggings, which showed her shapely legs and butt, and black boots. From what little of her face Spike could make out, she was beautiful. Her pale skin almost glowed in the light of the moon. Her purple hair held a streak of pink in it. Her ears were pointed, like an elf's. She held a clipboard and was signing off on something. Her fingers were tipped with what looked like claws.

Though beautiful, this girl had a few bizarre traits. But that didn't stop Spike from being captivated by her.

"The new neighbor's gorgeous", Spike whispered to himself.

As soon as he said that, he saw the new neighbor's head turn towards the direction of his house and seemed to look right at him! Spike instantly panicked and hid behind the side of his window.

"Did she just look at me?!" Spike whispered to himself.

Gulping, Spike risked looking outside the window again to see the girl again. When he did, he saw that she was once again talking to the movers. But after a few seconds, she looked back at him with a smirk on her face before turning her attention back to the movers.

"Who is this girl?" Spike asked.

If his mother's friendly nature was anything to go by, he supposed he'd find out in the morning.

The Next Morning at the Drake House

Spike didn't get much sleep last night. His thoughts about that mysterious new neighbor were too active to let him get off to sleep. The way she acted like she could see and hear him was too mind-boggling. How could she hear him from that distance? In the dark, too?!

The growling in Spike's stomach interrupted his thoughts about the new neighbor. Right now, he had to focus on getting breakfast. He got out of bed and shambled down the stairs like a zombie. He was so happy it was summer vacation and he didn't have school.

"Good morning, honey!" a familiar voice called to him from the kitchen.

"Morning, mom!" Spike replied.

He walked into the kitchen to be greeted by the welcome sight of his mother hard at work making breakfast.

Spike's mother, Luna, was a widely-known wildlife biologist who specialized in bats. She was a tall woman with dark blue hair, blue eyes, and could speak with a lot of authority when provoked. She was currently wearing a dark blue robe and was making breakfast.

She presented Spike with a plate of two pancakes, two eggs sunny-side-up, and three slices of bacon. Spike thanked her and eagerly ate breakfast while his mother enjoyed hers along with him.

After a few minutes of enjoying the hell out of breakfast, Luna spoke to her son.

"Hey, honey. I need you to do something for me today" Luna said.

"Sure. Anything. What do you need me to do, Mom?"

"I need you to watch the house for a few days"

"You going on another business trip, I take it?"

"Yeah. Me and the team are going to be observing Australian ghost bats to get accurate readings in their population"

"Don't worry, Mom. I'm more than capable of watching over our little roost for a few days."

"That's my boy. I left a fridge full of food, but left a little pizza money for you just in case"

"Thanks, Mom"

"Oh, and there's one other thing"

"What?"

"I need you to go and bring a batch of cookies I made this morning to the new neighbors"

Wow, Spike really hit the nail on the head with his little prediction. He looked over to see a little basket full of homemade chocolate chip cookies. Spike suddenly felt uneasy about going to the house of that mysterious new neighbor. Still, he would try his best to be welcoming to the new arrival, whoever she was.

"Okay, Mom. I'll be sure to welcome the new neighbors" Spike said.

Later That Night

Spike was walking up to the front gates of Carnstein Manor with a covered basket full of his mother's chocolate chip cookies. He waited until the sun was just about to set because it took him that long to build up the courage to even step out the door to deliver them.

His mother would've made him deliver them a lot sooner if it wasn't for the fact that she left for the airport immediately after breakfast.

As Spike walked past the strangely unlocked gates and up to the front door of the mansion, his heartbeat sped up more than he thought was possible.

Why am I getting so scared of walking up to the door?, he thought to himself.

He realized that it must've been when the new girl in the neighborhood seemingly sensed his presence. Something about that girl's gaze shook Spike down to his core. He walked up to the front doors of the manor and knocked on the doors.

After a few seconds, the doors were opened by none other than the very same girl that glanced at Spike the night before! Spike could feel his legs trembling. He was secretly hoping that this girl wouldn't open the door.

The girl in question was looking down at Spike with bright red eyes. Now that he was up-close to this girl, he realized that he only came up to her chest. She was wearing the same clothes he first saw her in. He held up the basket with trembling hands and a practiced smile.

"Hello. My name is Spike Drake, your new neighbor. Welcome to the neighborhood" Spike said.

The girl just stared down at Spike with those bright red eyes of hers. After a while, she smiled at Spike.

"Thank you for welcoming me to the neighborhood. Come on in. We should have the others join in this occasion" she said, gesturing for Spike to enter the house.

'Others'? There are others?, Spike thought. I better go along with this. I don't want to be rude.

With trepidation, Spike entered the house. He heard the sound of the door closing behind him with a resounding echo. He let the mysterious girl lead the way through the house. As they walked through the house, Spike couldn't help but marvel at the Gothic architecture used in the house's construction. There were only a few electric lights, but most of the lights came from the large amounts of candles that either stood in stands or hung from chandeliers. Just like he thought, there were several portraits of famous people or other paintings hanging from the walls. There was an ominous feeling about this place and this girl that made Spike's stomach drop and his heart feel like it was going to explode.

The girl eventually led Spike to what looked like a library and living room. It had lavish carpet and bookshelves lining the walls, a large flaming fireplace, three couches, and a wall-sized window for letting in sun or moonlight. The girl pointed to one of the couches and looked at Spike.

"Come. Sit here and wait till I get the others. They'll insist on meeting the new neighbor" the girl said before turning to leave the room.

But before she left the room, she looked back at Spike. "By the way, my name is Twilight Sparkle"

And with that, Twilight walked out of the room. Spike was left alone in that room waiting with bated breath waiting for Twilight to return with what he assumed was her family. He was wondering what her family was like.

Maybe they'll be similar to Twilight. Maybe they'll be just as scary, Spike thought.

Spike must've waited a good twenty minutes before Twilight returned to the room with more girls. They all seemed to be around Twilight's age. They were all quite attractive and had the same bright red eyes and pointed ears as Twilight. The girls all looked at Spike with almost predatory smiles.

Twilight stood before them and gestured to the girls behind her.

"Dear Spike, this is my family. Allow me to introduce them" Twilight said.

The first one she introduced was Applejack. She was tall, at least six-foot-two. Her hair was a pale blonde that shone in the candlelight. Her eyes were the same shining red as Twilight's. She wore a white button-up shirt with a red vest, cowgirl boots, and a jean skirt. Her legs and hips were rather shapely, her bust was amble being a D-cup, and her body appeared to have a healthy amount of muscle. Her cheeks had freckles.

The second girl was Pinkie Pie. She had bouncy pink hair, making her look like her hair was pink cotton candy. She was wearing what a straitjacket with torn sleeves, baggy white pants, fingerless black gloves, and white sneakers. Even with her baggy and loose choices of attire, Spike could somehow tell that Pinkie had a buxom figure with D-cup breasts.

The third was Rainbow Dash. She had messy rainbow hair and a tomboyish aura. She wore a black tank top, black legging shorts, bare feet, and fighting gloves on her hands. She also had the slim body of an athlete: normal amounts of muscle, a slim midriff, and she had astonishing curves in the right places, with her cup size being a C.

Fourth girl of the bunch was Fluttershy. She had long and straight light pink hair, which hid one of her eyes. She seemed to have a shy demeaner in the presence of strangers, which was understandable. Fluttershy's form was appealing to the eye, with B-cup breasts and a noticeably shapely butt. She wore a simple green T-shirt, black leggings, and black socks.

Finally, the last girl was named Rarity. She had long and curly dark purple hair and eyelashes that seemed to flutter with every blink of her eyes. Her attire was probably the most skimpy out of all the others: she wore a low-cut red T-shirt that showed her DD-cup cleavage, jean short-shorts, and black boots.

Willing himself to not pitch a tent in his pants at the sight of these beautiful girls, Spike stood, smiled, and presented the cookie basket to the new neighbors.

"Hi, my name is Spike Drake, your new neighbor. My mom baked these cookies to welcome you to the neighborhood" he said.

Rainbow laughed out loud and slapped her knee. "You're right, Twi! He's every bit as cute as you said he'd be"

Spike did a mental double-take. 'Cute'? Twilight called me 'cute' to these girls?

Applejack walked over to Spike and took the basket in her hands. "Thank ya kindly for the cookies, sugarcube. We'll be sure to enjoy them"

For appearing to be somewhat scary, these girls were surprisingly friendly. Maybe having them as neighbors wouldn't be so bad, after all.

"Well, welcome to the neighborhood. I've got to get going back home" Spike said.

"But you can't leave. At least, not in this weather" Rarity said in a sweet voice.

"'Weather'? What weather?" Spike asked.

The only response he got was the sudden sound of thunder, a flash of lightning, and the sound of intense rain pouring just outside. Spike looked out the giant window to see that a huge thunderstorm had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Where the hell did this storm come from?! Nothing in the forecast indicated a thunderstorm!, Spike thought.

There's no way in heaven or hell he was going to get back home tonight. Not in this weather. But this meant that had to stay at Carnstein Manor for the night. A house full of scary yet attractive older girls.

"Don't worry. As a new neighbor, you're more than welcome to stay here for the night" Pinkie said.

Seeing no other option available, Spike just sat in the middle of the center couch in the room. He might as well get to know his new neighbors while he waits for the storm to pass. Twilight sat to his left and Rarity sat to his right, both of them being almost close enough to press their chests into his arms. The other girls sat on the other couches and stared at Spike with small smiles on their faces. In fact, now that Spike had a better look at their teeth, he saw that they looked strangely thin and sharp.

Something tells me that this is going to be a loooooong night, Spike thought.

Author's Note

I hope y'all enjoy my first foray into the vampire genre. Vampires are my favorite monsters, so I fancy myself a vampirologist. Also, if anyone has any suggestions for my future chapters, let me know either in the comments or send me a PM.