Corruption is Magic

I shoot upright as I awake from my sleep, Grumblin I rub the back of my head and feel something strange. A patch on the back of my head is shaved and I can feel something odd on my skin. Wait… is that stitches? I think but as I run my fingers over the stitches I notice my surroundings are not my home. Decorative chocolate colored wood walls surround me and elegant ebony black furniture fill the room. Looking down I see I am sitting on a comfortable and soft bed. This is not my room, or even Gelfree’s room… It's far too refined feeling for her. Then… where am I and how did I get here? I think as I toss off the soft covers of the bed and sit on the edge of the cushiony mattress. I remember waking up after the potion accident… then I went to the village to get Beryl’s help, then I-. My brain grinds to a halt as the events begin to come back to me.

Hesitantly I lift my fingers up to touch my horn only to not feel anything. Feeling a lump forming in my throat I slowly move my hand down till it lightly touches a sharp point of the shattered bone. Stifling a whimper Ibend over feeling sobs begin to wrack my body. My horn… my horns gone. Why, why did this happen. Why did I deserve this? Pushing myself to my feet I look around the room and see a mirror on a dresser and go over to it. I look at my own reflection and I look at the rough, broken reminisce of what used to be my greatest ally, my greatest tool. Now gone. Gritting my teeth I clench my fist as I try to channel magic through the broken base of the horn. A fizzling crackle of uncontrolled magic jumps out of my horn and dissipates in the air. Feeling my sobs break through the dam I had built I scream out and without thinking slam my fist into the mirror shattering it and cutting my fist many times. The bite of the pain is immense but it only fuels my anger more as I charge my horn with more power sending a discharge of uncontrolled magic at the wardrobe blasting a hole in it.

I can’t help but scream, scream in anger and sadness as I punch furiously at the offending wardrobe. Why, Why, Why? Why did this have to happen to me. Was I not always a good person? What twisted fate made it so I would lose my horn!? Why didn’t Celestia save me! Feeling my knuckles start to hurt I dig my nails in to my palm, the bite of each punch sending me even deeper into heated fury. Taking a large swing I break through the wooden back of where the mirror was. Ripping my arm out I launch another uncontrolled bolt of magic at the dresser but this time it shoots downward blasting a hole into the drawers and through the bottom into the floor. Fuck this thing! I mentally scream, grabbing on to it and lifting it before throwing the dresser across the bedroom against the wall breaking it with a loud crash. Looking around I see a small table in the center of the room. Taking a run at it I kick the Table sending splinters of wood flying. Taking a jump I land on top of and drive my feet through said table breaking it in half.

“Why Celestia!? Why would you tell me growing up that you would always save me from danger, but when I needed you most… You didn’t” I grit my teeth as my vision blurs. With a kick of my leg The two halves of the table separate and I walk back to the bed and sit down on the floor beside it holding my legs close to my chest. “I want to go home.” I cry into my legs.

***

“Oh wow, You sure were busy weren’t you?” I hear the happy voice of the man in the suit say which wakes me up from my sleep. Letting go of my legs I look at him as he walks inside the room I’m in with a silver tray in his hands, a bowl of something warm and steamy and a sandwich sitting on said tray. How the hell are there sandwiches here? I groan not feeling energetic at all, in fact I feel as if I was completely drained of energy.

“What do you want?”

“Well, to feed you for one thing. I also would like to check your wounds. I can’t have them going and getting infected now can I?” He chuckles as he comes over beside me and places down the tray. Inside the bowl is a soup with different plants found here, each showing signs of having been cooked fully.

“Why do you care?”

“Well for one thing, I went through the slightest trouble to save you from that ruffian. Then there are a few other reasons, like how we made a deal.”

“Ya well good job. Your deal was fulfilled. No need to care anymore.”

“Ah, that is where you are wrong. You agreed to be my student.” He says as he inspects the furniture I destroyed.

“And if I refuse.” I ask, but my response comes in the form of him looking at me with something akin to a sinister smile. “Okay, well what exactly are you wanting to teach me?”

“Ah, that is simple my dear. You see, I couldn't help but notice your magical prowess. Quite the shining star you are.” He jovially compliments but said compliment only makes my heart ache.

“Ya, I used to be.” I mumble looking away from him and to the other side of the room.

“Come now, you’re no Desert yet. You still got that spark in ya.”

“Ya, but my horn is gone. My magic will only go wild from now on. It can’t be focused.”

I hear the sound of the man coming towards me and with a swift grab he hauls me up to my feet causing me to look at him in shock. “What the hell-”

“Shh, Now…” He grabs my hand and turns the palm to the ceiling as he points at it. “This here, this can work as a point of concentration of magic as any other. Most who aren’t your kind do it this way… well those who know how. Then there are a select few here that know a deep held secret, that being how to utilize their whole body as a focus.” Hearing this I look the man in the eyes, that perpetual smile and sharp white teeth he has glistening in the rooms light.

“You mean to say… I could just change where I cast magic from?”

“More or less.” He shrugs before closing my open hand. “It’s just a matter of if you are willing to learn.”

“I…” I pause as I look at the man before me, his teal eyes looking at me as if already knowing my answer before I say it. “NAME.” I unintentionally yell as I back away from him. “I don’t know your name.”

“Oh, where are my manners? My name is Alexander. I am a Vampire.”

“A Vampire!” I yelp backing up even more but in doing so I step on to the sandwich and fall backwards but am caught by a black slimy appendage extending from Alexander's palm. Pulling me back up I fall in to him, the tentacle disappearing he wraps his arms around me and holds on to me so I don’t fall.

“I won’t harm you, You can’t trust me when I say that.” Feeling my cheeks get hot I look away from him and sigh.

“Ok, I’ll trust you but if I so much as feel like I am in danger this whole… Teaching thing is off.”

“Splendid.”