Tugging at my undead heartstrings

Tugging at my undead heartstrings

By: Fimbulvinter

Chapter 2: I can’t be dead, can I?

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I kept screaming until DeVille came over and forced my mouth shut. Unfortunately for me, my tongue got caught between one of my new fangs and the base of my lower jaw. The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth, but where I would have normally felt revulsion, my body strangely accepted it. It almost felt right, and I felt a strange yearning for more.

Taking his hooves off of my muzzle, Deville sat back down. I freed my tongue from my fang, still not entirely believing it, and felt as the injury to it healed in a matter of seconds. I got up from the bed and rushed over to a mirror hanging on the wall. I peered into it and saw... nothing. Not my face that I had expected to see, nor the sitting figure of DeVille who should have been in the shot. It simply reflected an empty room.

I turned to DeVille, fear creeping into my voice “What did you do to me?”

DeVille looked back outside the window again. “You were dying. When you took the bolt trying to get me out of the way, it ruptured one of your major arteries. You would have bled out in minutes, nowhere near enough time to even get you to a doctor, much less for them to try and stabilize you. Seeing as how this was all my fault, I had to step in and save you if I could. The only way I could do that was to turn you. You are now Lyra Heartstrings, Vampony Fledgling.”

“So what happens now?” I was terrified of what the answer may be; was I going to be forced to live in seclusion for the rest of my days, having to dig underground every day in order to avoid being roasted by the sun, or was I going to be a slave to his will; forced to serve as a bride to this pony I only met only half a day prior?

“What happens now, is that you need to feed. Once you have some blood in you, then I can explain what we will need to do and what is going to happen to your life.” DeVille pulled out his flask again and filled a glass full of his ‘tomato mix’. At the mere sight of it, my body started longing for it; a powerful alien hunger clouding my brain. “As you will have doubtless guessed by now, this is in fact blood. Don’t think, simply drink it down," he said, offering me the glass.

Almost of its own accord, my magic reached out and grabbed the glass from him, levitating it over to my mouth. It smelled delicious, but I recoiled from the action. Eventually my body won out, and the glass was tipped into my mouth.

The moment the first drop of blood hit my tongue it was like a bolt of lightning. It tasted so good. Like the finest of the Apple family’s cider, combined with the vanilla malt from Sugarcube Corner. It was heaven; like digging into the nectar of Bon-Bon’s snatch, her velvety folds secreting a honey wine sweeter than any candy. I felt myself grow moist, as arousal began to seep through my body. If DeVille had not been watching me, I would have started to clop myself raw.

Far too quickly for my liking the glass was empty and I looked over at DeVille. “More.” It was the only thing on my mind. I needed more. I no longer cared what it was, I simply needed more of it. DeVille refilled the glass about halfway; there wasn’t any more in his flask. I lunged at the glass and greedily gulped it contents down, savouring the sweet taste once again. Eventually it became clear that the glass was empty and I was going to get no more from it.

DeVille watched me settle down. I did feel a little bit more stable now that I had drunk the blood.

“Now that you have had your first drink, you need to learn about the Vampyre condition,” Deville started off. “Much of what you have heard in legends or read in that Moonlight Saga series is false. Firstly, you will not die in the light of the sun. Not instantly at least," he added after a moment. "You saw what happened to me when we spent too much time in the direct sun. I became woozy, yes?”

I nodded at him, the taste of blood still lingering on the tip of my tongue, driving me mad. I wanted more. I could smell it around me.

“Well, the Vampony can withstand the light of the sun for short periods with no ill effects, save for discomfort of the eyes. Constant exposure will drain you of your powers and leave you weak, and eventually, yes it will kill you. But before you freak out about that, you would have to remain in the sun for well over a full day for that to happen. As you become older, your resistance to the sun will increase, but you will never become immune to it. And before you ask, yes you are now immortal. Eternal life and eternal youth are now yours. So long as you do not do anything foolish, you will endure until the end of all existence. You are not invincible, however. You can still be destroyed, either by the sun or by the actions of others. Wood and silver are now your dreaded enemies.”

“So that is why that pony had silver weapons?” I asked

“Yes exactly. The purity of silver is a bane to our flesh, and the flesh of all supernatural creatures. It will burn you simply on contact. Should you have any silver at your home, dispose of it as quickly as you can.”

I perked up at the mention of my home; did this mean that I would be able to return there soon? Maybe this was all just a bad dream… “What else is there, am I only able to drink blood now? Do I have to be invited into another ponies home, do I get all kinds of cool magic spells or the ability to transform into a bat?” I pulled out the only pieces of vampyre lore I could remember, mostly from the first of the Moonlight Saga books before I threw it away in disgust.

“Yes to the first, yes to the second, no to the third. Yes, the only thing you will now be able to ingest is blood. To attempt to eat or drink anything else will induce you to vomit it back up at once. It is not a pretty sight, so do not attempt it. You will find that all foods and drink now smell unappealing to you, so you may not find yourself tempted to try. Yes, the only way that you can enter another ponies home to be invited in by someone who lives there, though there are ways around that rule if you know how. Once invited, you can come and go as you please until a pony revokes the invitation, at which you will have to leave at once. Public places and rental homes are exempt from this rule, you may enter those freely. No, you cannot turn yourself into a bat or any other creature; not unless you have magic that already allows you to do so. While vampirism does grant you new and powerful magicks, shape-shifting is not one of them.”

DeVille paused for a moment, taking a long look out of the window. “Along with your eternal life, you will heal any injury you sustain in moments, at the cost of some of your stockpiled blood reserve. Injury sustained from contact with silver however will heal very slowly, about the rate that you would have healed before being turned. Feeding will speed up the healing process again but it is best to avoid contact with silver entirely."

"And on the subject of blood; as a new fledgling, you will need a lot of blood to maintain your strength. The blood of any creature can sustain you, but that of a pony, like that which you just had will be the most effective," he said, indicating the empty glass. a few drops had pooled in the bottom and I picked it up before trying to lick up those last few precious droplets.

Now that I had had some time to process what was being said, the feeling of revulsion towards the drinking of the blood returned, threatening to make my stomach turn.

“And now, most important of all. You must ensure that nopony ever sees your fangs. There is a reason why Vamponies are still only talked of as legend and myth, not fact. Should you ever be found out, it could mean the heads of all the Vamponies of Equestria, of which there are more than a few. If you get caught, we can offer no assistance and you will be left to fend for yourself. This is a fact for all vamponies."

“Finally, take care not to awaken to hunger inside you.” This last comment got my attention. “Inside you now is the curse that made all of us what we are. If ever it is threatened it will emerge and do what ever is required for survival. Should you find yourself on the edge of starvation or badly injured, any situation where your blood supply is extremely low, you may enter a frenzy, attacking innocent ponies indiscriminately in search of blood. You will have no control over your actions, but will be left facing the consequences. You must be vigilant to keep up your supply of blood to prevent this from happening. Investing in a Cryo-chest and storing bags from the local blood bank is the most common method.”

There was so much information to absorb, and yet I had little difficulty keeping up.

“One last thing, which is my personal favourite. You will find as a by product of all you senses becoming sharper that you sex-life will improve. You can last longer, cum harder and give far more pleasure to any partner or to yourself than you have ever been able to do before. I think you had a taste of that just now when you drank the blood. You will find that feeding naturally activates your libido, linking the two acts of feeding and sex together, and engaging in one may naturally lead to the other.” I blushed at the mention of sex. While not a prude, I still believed that there were some things that should only be mentioned by the parties involved.

“Given that this is my fault, I am going to train you to control your abilities, and on how to blend in. Good thing there is a large spooky forest just nearby. Once I am confident that you can handle things, then we may be able to re-intergrate you into your old life. Also we need to find out if that mare identified you. If she did, then I am sorry, but your old life is over. Now lets get going; we need to be in cover before the sun comes up.

Far away in Canterlot, a grey hoof picked up a file from a cabinet. Opening it she looked at a photo of a pitch black pegasus. She scanned the file, looking for any pertinent information.

Gender – Male
Age – unknown, at least 2000 years.
Affliction – Vampirism
Last known location – the agent amended that entry to include Ponyville
Known associates – The agent added in a description of a mint green unicorn with two tone mane.

Closing and returning the file, the agent adjusted her neck tie and picked up her bow. She had a performance to get to, after all.