The cool night air was alive with the muted sound of music. Pinkie Pie was throwing another of her famous parties at Sugarcube Corner and almost everypony in Ponyville was there. A pony in a black cloak stood on a building adjacent to Sugarcube Corner and watched the party with anticipation. Ponies were becoming rowdy and drunk on cider. Things were bound to go bad soon and that meant somepony was going to get thrown out.
Just then, a plum pony stumbled out the door yelling profanities back into the ever more chaotic party until the scatterbrained pink host slammed the door in her face. The drunkard walked off muttering under her breath about how it was only an accident and that pinkie was obviously too stupid to see that. The on looking cloaked pony smiled slightly at this new development. This pony, who the observer identified as Berry Punch, would never be able to protect herself from what the cloaked pony was about to do.
Berry stumbled through the streets of Ponyville, barely able to walk and constantly falling. Evidently she had had one too many glasses of cider. The observer smiled even bigger as it watched the intoxicated pony attempt to walk home. The cloaked onlooker began to move across roof tops growing ever closer to Berry Punch as the purple pony walked shakily into a small alley way that ran between two houses. This was the observer's chance. The cloaked pony dropped off the building's roof and into the alley, blocking the drunkard's path.
She looked quizzically at the newcomer but seemed unfazed by their sudden appearance. "You get thrown out too?" Berry asked. The cloaked pony didn't respond and merely smiled at the purple earth pony. Berry didn't seem to care however and continued talking to the observer. "We could have our own party! Then we could drink as much as we want and nopony would care! How's that sound?" Berry asked. The cloaked pony still didn't say anything and their smile grew even bigger, revealing long pointed fangs. Berry seemed scared now and she began shaking slightly. Berry Punch began to back away from the strange fanged pony but they quickly closed the distance between themselves and the intoxicated party pony. The strange pony stood only inches away from Berry Punch now, its fangs gleaming in the moonlight. "What do you want from me?" Berry squealed, her voiced filled with fear. The cloaked pony finally answered Berry. "Your blood," The Pony said, its voice sending chills down the drunkard's spine.
Before Berry could react, the Vampire pony had leaped forward pinning her to the ground. The creature bared its fangs and released a bloodcurdling hiss before finally sinking its teeth deep into the helpless pony's neck. Berry Punch screamed out in pain, her body writhing from her intense pain. After a few seconds, the party pony's body went limp and her screams went silent.
The vampire smiled widely at its latest kill, the metallic taste of her blood lingering on the creature's lips. The creature was not satisfied however. Piercing neck wounds do make a statement, but it was far too basic for the vampire's tastes. This murder needed a bit of artistic vision and the cloaked monster knew just what to do.