You can feel a cold breeze flow across you, wrapping its cold embrace around you. Your eyes slowly open, your head stirring and bobbing.
...where am I...
Gravity pulls you back to reality, as you can start to feel your stomach press against you. The room is a red distorted blur, but you can finally see details in the ceiling. The slit underneath the curtain a distance away says its night outside.
...it's so cold...
You gain enough consciousness to finally look around. Your peripherals are shot to hell, it's still hard to see certain things. You feel like you're sitting in front of an air conditioner set on High...
...what happened...
You can't move your legs and arms, so you turn to look... they're tied up.
...Vanilla!

Every single moment from the night comes rushing back in a tsunami of emotions. The love you once had, gone in a flash.
That bitch, she almost killed me...
...so why am I not dead yet..? Why am I still here? The question burns more than the waves of pain searing through your neck. You look around for something, anything, to help. You shiver and shake from the cold, the dry blood and tears still on your bare shoulders, neck and face. Nothing I can reach... you finally realize after inspecting the areas around your hands. A deep breath fills your stale lungs, giving a clearer sense of mind. How long am I going to be here? What if I'm left here to starve? the dreaded thought echoes through your subconscious. You can't pull the rope close enough to your mouth to chew it off, and tossing and turning made no difference. You take another deep breath, and yell as loud as you can, in hopes that somepony passing by could hear. Your throat burns and scrapes every time you raise your voice. After several shouts, you can't any longer... the pain is too much. Tears begin to fall again, and you close your eyes...

You open your eyes to the sound of a door opening. You look to your left, and at the door stands Vanilla. You sniffle (on accident), and give her an innocent look. A million questions run through your mind, and you pick one at seemingly random. "Why am I still here? W-why didn't you just kill me?" Your voice doesn't sound the same as you remember. She smiles, baring her two sharp fangs. "Believe it or not," she responds with a dark voice, "I really do like you." She walks to your side and looks down at you. Your heartbeat begins to rise, your breath picking up pace. Oh, Celestia no, not again... you silently beg. "I decided in the middle of our little charade a few days back, that I would keep you here instead. If I need blood, I'll turn to you. That's why you're still alive. Don't worry, you get all of it back every few days, so you won't die. I'll never mistreat you, promise... but, you will follow everything I ask of you. Everything."

You feel your eyes widen. She notices, and her grin grows. "You wouldn't... I thought you loved me..!" You reply. I've been sleeping for several days..? Her smile turns into a frown. "I still love you, believe me. But nobody or pony else would ever accept me the way you did. I love you because you loved me."
Her words linger in your head for a bit. "So it was all a lie..?"
"Maybe a little bit, but it's all okay now." She climbs into the bed like before and slowly runs her tongue over your dried blood and bite marks. You wince; it stung a little bit. Her body has substantially warmed up, but you know it was from all the blood she took from you. "Vanilla, please, let me go..." you beg.
She raises her head to peer into your eyes. "But I still love you, and would do anything for you, as long as you can provide for me." She gives a subliminal wink, but you don't fall for it like before. You notice she gives up the 'sexy' act, and gets serious.
"Put simply, you're going to stay here for the rest of your life as my food supply. You are not going anywhere, anytime soon, you got that?"

You nod, as there's nothing else left to do. Your voice is as dead as your hopes. ...for the rest of your life... ...food supply... You start to feel tears fall, but she sympathetically wipes them up with her hoof.
"Don't be sad, I'm still here to provide for you... you'll be with me forever and ever. Isn't that what love is?" She licks your neck once again. ...nothing left to do now but to give in... the thought hits your mind, and you subject to it. You tilt your head back to let her do what she came to do. You didn't care any more, it was over.
She nibbles a bit to draw some blood, and sucks it up with a nasty 'slurp'.
"I love you..." She moans, continuing her feeding.

It has been two years. Vanilla has trusted you enough to let you walk around the house all you want, but several dark spells have blocked all forms of exiting. Her feeding from you has been a regular thing now, your wounds would heal rather quickly. You never disobeyed or fought back, as you know she could kill you in mere seconds. Your appearance has changed from the innocent days of before. Your skin isn't as tan as before, your hair is worn in a mess. Your clothes are washed regularly, however, and Vanilla allowed you to stay in shape (but not too much, to keep you weak). At your request, she has been using dark magic spells to prolong your lifespan by hundreds of years longer. One thing you enjoyed, staying with her, is the weekend nights when she would promise to have sex with you.
It was a lifestyle you slowly got used to. You stopped worrying about your friends, family, job...
and began your new life as Vanilla's slave... her pet for centuries to come.

And the sick part is, you loved her more than anything.
You loved it when she fed from you.

Author's Note

Okay, NOW the story's over.

Wow, I really know how to solidify an ending... I daresay challenge M. Knight to a plot-twisting challenge!

No, but all goofiness aside, I was going to post this Epilogue a week later... but my instincts got the better of me and I had to post it now. Let me know what you think of it in the comments. (or, fave? thumbs up? follow? Support me, please! ^w^)