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Breathe in, breathe out. Use the paper bag, Octavia. Go to your happy place! Where was that happy place? I don't know!
"Octy, you're gonna pass out if you keep hyperventilating like that."
"Who's hyperventilating? I'm not hyperventilating, are you suggesting that I am? Because I'm not! I'm not!" I shrieked.
"I don't see what's the big deal. Your mom just wants to take you to dinner—"
"But it's not only Mother, Vinyl!" I cried. "It's her, and Father, and they want you there as well!"
"Aw sa-weet! Where are we going? Do they have hay fries there?"
I slammed my head down on the table with a painful thud and an, "Ow...", groaning miserably.
Remain calm. Everything will be fine, it'll all be fine, just fine. You just have to make it through dinner with Mother and Vinyl Scratch. Sitting together. At the same table. You can do this!
But what if I can't?
You can! Keep calm and canter on! You just have to keep it together! Keep—it—together!
"How did she know we moved in together?"
I grabbed her face with my hooves, whispering harshly, "Mother knows everything."
"Don't you worry your pretty little head," Vinyl said, patting me on the head in a patronizing manner, "Your Auntie Vinyl Scratch's got it all taken care of!"
She didn't understand, did she? What this meant? Of course she didn't. I wouldn't expect her to, no more than I would expect anything from her. I had no right to. And to think, everything had started out so simple. Black and white. Light and dark. Somewhere down the road, that line that I had been walking went blurry. Suddenly things weren't as clear as they seemed. The colors started to run together, like some foal's chalk art on a Manehattan sidewalk being washed away by the rain. Smudged and gray. There were no easy answers, ever, especially not for this. I had to make a choice, to commit to her.
My head hurt. Too many things to think about. Triage, priorities. The vampire issue was the last thing on my mind now. The dinner. Nightmare Night was in a few days, not that I particularly cared. The Grand Galloping Gala in the winter; after last year's fiasco, I was surprised they'd let us come back. If Mother didn't approve of Vinyl...
Vinyl munched on some celery, peanut butter all over her face. "You want some?" She grinned.
She was beautiful. And I hated her for making me feel this way, hated myself. This self-loathing was starting to get to me.
"Octy? You look kinda stressed."
I sighed, nodding. "A little. Just trying to think about how I'm going to get my mum to like you is all."
"Quit your worrying. She'll love me! I'm the life of a party!"
I smiled. "That's what I'm afraid of."
My heart pounded against my chest as I walked over to the cabinet, facing away from her. I reached in and with my hoof, crushed some garlic, the juices spreading. I had to finish this. Crack the case. There was too much at stake for me to play around any more. I had taken on the role of a detective, unraveling all the mysteries that plagued my thoughts. Following that sketchy trail of clues to that final revelation, even if it was going to kill me. I had to know, and I had to know now before we went any further with this.
"Vinyl?"
"Yeah?"
I struggled to form the words in my mouth. I closed my eyes. "The other day, when you said you had to run an errand." My voice was slow, deliberate, velvety.
Vinyl ventured cautiously. "Yeah. So what?"
"You lied to me, didn't you?"
Silence now.
"Octy—"
"I know where you went."
"I can explain."
"Can you?" I wheeled around on my hooves. "Please do. Do explain, Vinyl."
"I was visiting...a friend."
"Liar," I snapped. "The Canterlot Hematology branch! What were you doing there?"
"You've been spying on me."
It wasn't a question.
"Fine. I'll tell you."
My heart raced even faster. I was all wrong! Thank Celestia, I was being so stupid! There was a completely reasonable, rational explanation behind all of this, and now I was going to solve the riddle that had tormented my mind!
"I was getting the results for a blood test. That's all."
"Why? Are you ill?"
She sighed and bit her lip. Finally she said, "I'm an albino."
"You're a what?"
"An albino," she mumbled, her head cast down. "I can't go out in the sun cause my eyes are sensitive and my coat sunburns easily."
The way she said it made it sound like it was a condition to be ashamed of. At least that explained her strange wardrobe, and the sunglasses.
"And what about garlic?" I said quietly.
My hoof moved over to one of the kitchen drawers as I pulled it open slightly, searching for a certain silver implement.
"What?"
"Garlic. You wouldn't eat any of my pasta."
"Octy, I just really hate garlic! Is that so hard to believe?" she sputtered. "What's the third degree anyways?"
"Vinyl, you don't look so good."
I reached towards her, my hoof dripping with garlic juice, watching her shift back, startled.
"Are you sick?"
"N-No!"
I pressed my hoof against her head, watching her wince in pain.
"Your temperature seems normal," I lied. "So what you're telling me is that all of this secrecy is just to hide the fact," I growled, "that you have a skin condition?"
I hadn't prepared for this. I hadn't taken any precautions. I was just being me, being my impulsive self. Ready to jump to conclusions.
"I guess."
"You should have just told me."
Vinyl frowned. "Sorry. Didn't know it meant so much to you."
So that was it, wasn't it? All wrapped up, nice and neat, with a little bow on top. It was perfect. Too perfect.
I snorted, and began to laugh.
"What?"
I laughed a little more, wiping an imaginary tear from my eye. "Can you imagine, all this time, I thought you were a vampire?"
Her jaw dropped. And even then, she began to laugh. But it wasn't the kind of laugh where you would injure yourself by laughing too hard. It was the kind of laugh when you had something to hide. A nervous laugh. The kind where you were laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, amazed that you had gotten through unscathed.
"That's, heh, that's really funny, Octy. I told you you were way into those vampire novels."
I narrowed my eyes. "So if you're not a vampire, then I have to ask," I said, bucking the fridge door open, the blood bags spilling all over the floor as I shouted, "what are these for?!"
Complete and utter silence. I tried to bore my eyes into hers.
Vinyl sucked in. "Octy, it's just pomegranate juice."
My eyes bulged. "You've got to be joking." Who thought it was a good idea to package fruit juice in a bag with an IV needle?!
She laughed, picking the "blood" bags up from the kitchen floor. "Nightmare Night? It's this week. Remember? I thought you'd like it."
Pomegranate juice was my favorite. "Oh, well that explains it then."
"Now will you let this all go?" Vinyl asked, moving to put them back in the fridge.
Let it go. Seriously.
"Wait," I said.
She froze, turning her head slowly.
"How about you and me share one, right now?"
And with those very words I saw her pale, the color draining from her face.
"Uh, y' know Octy, it wouldn't make very much sense—"
"C'mon, let's just have a sip."
"Err, I'm not really that thirsty anymore..."
"Vinyl, open it."
She gulped and poked it with a straw. Taking a sip, she grinned nervously, sweating bullets. "Mmm." She gulped it down, still grinning. "Tastes delicious."
"Really? Let me try." I reached towards it.
She snatched it away. "No!" She stammered. "I mean, no, Octy, this actually tastes really awful. You wouldn't like it—"
I grabbed it from her.
"Octy, no, don't!"
I scowled, taking a sip. My eyes widened as the taste filled my mouth. Coppery, metallic, bitter. Difficult to swallow. Cold and slimy going down.
I was drinking blood.
I immediately spat it out, screaming, hurtling it away. The blood cascaded from my lips into the sink as I gagged on the vile fluids. I turned to Vinyl and saw her, turned away from me, her body twitching as she struggled with some invisible foe. She let loose a primal scream, howling in a way so unnatural, so hideous, it sent a shiver down my spine.
"V-Vinyl?" I whispered, edging closer.
She turned around. I screamed again. My mind barely had any time to process it. A pair of fangs jutting from her upper jaw, glinting, razor sharp. I lunged for the silver kitchen knife. What else was I to do? I swiped at her with it, watching as she dodged the blade and yanked it from my hooves. You can't say I didn't try. Now I was a dead mare. Dead on arrival.
"You shouldn't have done that," she hissed. Her voice was harsh and wicked.
I smashed my hoof into her face, into one of her purple lenses, shattering them, revealing what lay beneath. An eye, crimson and evil. Demonic. This was not the Vinyl Scratch I knew and loved. This was a monster.
I screamed again. My, I was getting good at this.
I know nothing of angels, but it is fear that gives ponies wings. I ran, as fast as I could, down the hall and darting into my room, tripping over my vanity and breaking the mirror. I hissed in pain, feeling one shard cut my hoof. I locked the door and scrambled underneath my bed.
I could hear nothing but the sound of my own breathing that I kept trying to stop, my heart racing, my eyes dilated with fear. I was cold now, my body shaking. The sound of hooves on carpet grew louder and louder.
"Where are you, Octy?"
The way her fanged mouth twisted my affectionate nickname. I couldn't help but cry some more.
"You know I'll find you."
She was the hunter, I was the hunted. Predator, prey. She was sniffing me out!
"I can smell you," the vampire cooed.
My bedroom door flew open, flying off its hinges. I mouthed a scream, closing my eyes. I quivered underneath my bed, tears streaming down my face as I tried to stifle my sobs by biting down on my hoof. Opening my eyes I could see her hooves walking around. Dangerously close. She moved over to my closet and tore it open with unimaginable strength. My whimpers grew and grew as flattered my ears, trying to block it all out, trying to hide.
I watched her hooves disappear from the room. Seconds passed. A minute. What felt like hours. The breath I had been holding was let out and I sighed in relief.
As I shifted my hooves I felt something grab onto my rear legs. I tugged, struggling, before I was yanked out from underneath the bed.
"Boo."
One last breath. A bloodcurdling scream ripped from my throat, my last one as I gazed up at the vampire, a pair of crimson glowing eyes gazing down upon me, a pair of glinting fangs in her mouth, wet with saliva as she licked her lips.
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BWUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
I knew Vinyl would never harm Octy.
Image: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/Vinyl_Scratch_lolface.pngAlso..................................WHO THE HECK DISLIKED THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I am pretty sure the author can call it what they like. Sure, some stories have called them vamponies, but vampires is a term that works just as well. It doesn't really matter, seeing as they are describing the same thing. Vampire is not species specific, unlike anything with the 'were' prefix which comes from and old word 'wer' meaning man.
Etymology-wise, it really SHOULD be vampire, but I've seen some people use vampony.
Either-or, honestly. I guess it depends on the context and how the subject is being treated. I mean, what sounds more serious? Vampire or vampony?
But barring that, no one can deny this fact:
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YAY! ANOTHER CHAPTER! I just finished reading the previous 3 for the first time, went and read another story, and then i got an email saying that this updated again! WOO!!
Image: http://dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_Pinkie_loool.pngI highly doubt that she is actually a vampire though....
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Hold on Octavia! I'll calling in support! *dial*
Yeah. Vampire troubles. Right over? Okay thanks.
Oh Vinyl.
Image: http://www.empireonline.com/images/features/100greatestcharacters/photos/47.jpg"It's open season on all Vamponies."
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Just out of curiosity, how quickly are you expecting to update? I know that you have four chapters up already and the story was just posted recently, but it is really good, and I am eagerly anticipating the next chapter. No rush though, just take your time and give us the best possible chapter you can write!
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Well, Vampire mythology is very widespread. Every culture has its own form of vampire myth. In some, powerful vampires could exist as a normal person, only drinking blood to restore their youth. Dracula was a powerful vampire who could control wild animals, had amazing strength, was able to invade and at least partially control the minds of others, was able to turn others into vampires over a short period of time, was able to shapeshift, and he was good enough at existing indefinitely that he was able to buy property in and get shipped to England. I also vaguely remember him sharing dinner with a Jonathan Harker at the beginning of the story. Also, sunlight didn't kill him, it just weakened him so he had to sleep during the day, which is when they found him, drove a stake through his heart, and filled his head and chest cavity with garlic to keep him dead. I had to do an in depth study on the novel for English one year along with a few other books. It is not far fetched that there are some vampires that can pass themselves off almost perfectly as normal beings. The best place for a predator to hide is in the nest of its prey. They can probably eat food, but it most likely does nothing for them and their sustenance comes from blood only.
How you put these out so fast? i haven't read any of it, just i keep having to update my .epub for my nook! the word count is over a thousand so their decent sized updates. kinda nice your putting them out fast, but not saying theirs errors cause i haven't read it yet, you have a pre-reader right? if not the thing could be delayed a little for quality sake. just sayin on no grounds, just umm... ya sayin the releases are awesome and hope your not jumping hoops i guess. gosh i sound so rude, im sorry!
(Though it said "The Tooth will Set you Free" and I expected it to focus on Octavia trying to get a look at Vinyl's teeth.)
Well, while I don't want it to be a prank and I want Vinyl to be a vampire, there is the possibility that since it is from Octavia's point of view she didn't notice any magic glow, and therefore we don't get to know about it. This seems really cruel for a prank though, going as far as getting real blood and drinking it doesn't sound like a prank. However, since Octavia is already scared out of her mind, anxious about her mother, and convinced her roommate is a vampire, I could see her mind changing little details to make things work. You mind just loves to mess with you that way. Look for 'five ways your mind can turn on you' on cracked.com and you will know what I mean. Then look at all the other mind related articles on there and wonder why you aren't crazy already. OR ARE YOU?
LOL I was thinking that same thing. 
It would make sense, no? 
Oh and by the way:
Much, Much, MUCH better vampire-love story than Twilight. 
Hahaha sorry-- I had to 
But yeah. Awesome story.
I don't read much Octavia/Vinyl Scratch fics. 
In fact, this is my first! 
And so far, 
<So AWESOME!)
Faving and Following.
~Rosalynn~
Honestly, this entire story's style of narration was inspired by Max Payne. 
I saw the albino thing coming a mile away.
...
The sudden vampire reveal caught me completely by surprise though.
I can't wait to see which direction you continue with this! I know this chapter was just to tease everyone about which way the story's going, and personally, I wouldn't be surprised if next chapter Octy wakes up after having passed out from hyperventilation, only to find later that she's a vampire, just to keep the chain going.
P.S. I've counted at least 3 direct Max Payne quotes so far, and now have to reinstall it, so thanks for that. How many more have you hidden away?
Well, It's odd that I haven't commented on this yet, but ANYWAY:
Wut?
This seems incredibly unlikely. At first I thought it was Octavia fainting from hyperventilating, and then I thought that it might be Vinyl playing a trick with some fake fangs.
Now... I dunno. I'm kinda just hanging on for a 'and then I woke up moment', like a few comments have mentioned.
And - of course - Vinyl really could be a vampire.
I'm ashamed to say that I've used quite a few quotes, peppering them here or there in a few of my works. But in this story, as you can tell, the deliberate helter kelter style of narration was completely inspired by Max Payne. And I feel very, very bad for using them.
Well, she's either dreaming or bucked. Take your pick.
If I were to guess how things turn out, though, I'd say Vinyl blackmails Octavia into keeping things a secret. Then, at the dinner, someone orders something with garlic, Tavi's mum says something and things get out of hoof. Then we end (or begin the next0 chapter with Octavia standing on the table waving the garlicky food at Vinyl while Mother and Father shout at her to get down and everyone in the restaurant either freaking out or just looking on with aloof disappointment (or something like that).
According to vampires the masquerade vampires can eat but I think they have to regurgitate anything not blood or human flesh related so if I'm not wrong it could be just for fun I mean I would still eat even if I didn't need it ice cream of the minty chocalate chipyy persuasion is just to good to give up for a little immortality
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