Author's Note

So uhhhhhh I didn't think anyone would read this, but thank you for your comments!

I hope you get to enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it.

Two birds, one tree.

It's been hours now.

My hooves hurt, I feel lost, I can barely still keep awake, but I can't just stop anywhere to rest. I have no one, and I know they will find me and hurt me if I stop. That is, if the hunger doesn't consume me first.

From how long it took for the sun to set, I must have broken free close to night already, so it shouldn't have take this long for me to get to any town close.

Something has been very wrong me since I've awoken, like I can't take control of my powers. I hunger like never before, and whenever I find something to feed, no matter how hard I try, I barely am able to drain enough for something more than a slight relief, which, shortly after, it all comes back. And that's not to mention the disaster that it was when I tried to transform. I'd rather not even think about it.

I look up to the stars above. They look beautiful, and the moon is full tonight. Too bad it's empty for a while now. It used to have the image of a mare on it for so long that it's been feeling weird ever since it disappeared. Maybe that's how it will happen to me. I'll just go away someday, and only those who remember miss me.

Just as I start to feel bad for myself, the hunger grows bigger. I need love. I need to take them from others. I need to feed.

It gets to a point that it's even hard to keep walking. I look close to a tree and slowly make my way to it. It has a hollow, so maybe I can find some sort of bird in there to pretend to be fine.

When I look inside I find two succulent baby birds. "Perfect" I mutter. Hatchlings yearn so much for affection of their mother that I can have I feast. I should know, I raised thousands of-

"Thousands of traitors! That's what they are!" I scream, loudly waking up the chicks.

Great, now noise which I'll.habe to deal with. I look to the one who comes closer to me, thinking I'm their mom here to feed them. Too bad the only thing that will feed here is me. I prepare myself to eat, and can feel how much it yearns for protection, and slowly I start to weave it into magic, making a nice little snack for me to eat.

I pull it out from inside them, and slowly can feel it. Bitter, confused, looking for some sort of comfort. The only comfort here is that I might have enough strength to sleep well.

Slowly the chirps that have been annoying me stop being a duet and become a solo. I've drained all I could from the first one, and start looking forward to the second one, I weave its love and eat it, but something is different. It's not bitter, it's something closer to a minty flavour.

That's why I love so much draining all their love, no matter how much close you might be to someone, your love is your own, and nothing will ever be like it. This chick feels like it isn't respected by its brother, so it's way more cold and raspy, which explains the taste.

When I'm finished, I take the nest and put it on one of the branches. Tonight, I will be sleeping here, and it will keep me safe from them.

I don't care if their mother gets here, after all, I can just drain her too, which will be even better.

It's a tight fit, but a bug like me can wriggle and squirm all I want till I get confortable, and getting all squished up does indeed feel comfortable. I haven't been able to have my own pod like this ever since that damned Starlight destroyed my throne and turned all my subjects against me.

I start to hunger once again. The pain comes back, just as strong as before. I start to wonder if this is my new normal, if I never again will be able to stay only moderately hungry, if all that time away made my body used to this. All become of those damned ponies and their little friendship. I will have my revenge, and I will make sure everypony feels my rage, my discontent and that they never again are able to feel love without it going straight into my body. I will never again hunger like this.