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"And just where do you think you're going?" Vinyl snapped, planting a hoof on my chest.
No. Not Vinyl Scratch. She, or it, or whatever it was, wasn't Vinyl Scratch. Something else had taken over. Something animalistic, something feral.
I swallowed, afraid to speak, squirming. I yelped as I was grabbed by her magic, her horn aglow, hurling me onto the soft bed. I bounced once and sat back up, watching the vampire, trying to hide myself with my hooves.
If I can't see her she can't see me if I can't see her she can't see me...
A quick peek revealed otherwise. I barely managed to elicit a squeak, my heart skipping a beat as she appeared by my side.
"You shouldn't have gotten involved," she snarled.
I quivered, sniffing, hypnotized by her crimson eyes and her fangs jutting from her jaw like canines, sharp and pointy. Both looked equally vicious and deadly, but mesmerizing at the same time. I couldn't help but stare.
"Quit your sniveling, Octy, I haven't even bitten you yet, sheesh."
Those very words made my blood run cold. Maybe that was a good thing. Vampires probably preferred their blood warm and sticky.
I swallowed. "Please," I whispered tearfully.
She moved closer. I scrambled back, my rump bumping against the headboard. I was trapped, cornered. No place to run or hide.
"I won't tell anypony! I swear!" I cried.
How pathetic I was, begging for my life. But what would you say? What would you do?
She grabbed me roughly, wrestling me down onto my back, pinning my legs back, licking her lips at her tantalizing prey. No longer did I feel her warmth as her body pressed against mine as she leaned in, her face above mine.
"You know," she whispered in my ear, her voice a sultry coo, "none of this would have happened if you'd just kept your nose out of this."
You're right, Vinyl.
My mind flashed back to Manehattan, roughly five months.
That past week had been somewhat of a nightmare for me. So far, I'd nearly gotten into a bar fight, had every cent robbed from me, and was now aimlessly wandering around the streets of Manehattan at some ungodly hour past my bedtime looking for some nightclub among dozens of nightclubs for that blasted unicorn with the electric blue mane. Vinyl Scratch, better known by her stage name, DJ-Pon3. I'd felt a little proud of myself, accomplishing so much in so little time. I didn't know what to think anymore. This town had more smoke and mirrors than the Great and Powerful Trixie's magic show.
It was a seedy establishment, a worn-out, worn-down brick building with even seedier ponies hanging around outside. This was the same nightclub I had wandered into the other day. Where I had met her. I was going to need a real drink to cope with the robotic music, the robotic ponies, and the flashing lights. What was I really doing there, gatecrashing their little party with my scarf and bow tie? What was I looking for? I was just some dumb Canterlot filly in a place where dumb Canterlot ponies were less popular than the authorities.
When you've been living in Manehattan for less than a month and can't find your way around after being fired for a disastrous Grand Galloping Gala and you're in some lonely nightclub in the middle of some poor slum and you can still have to gall to call yourself a musician, then you know you're a loser.
How is this my life?
I struggled to no avail. I felt my face heating up.
"Just...relax," she crooned.
I had one last shot at this. She obviously wasn't in control, right?
"Vinyl Scratch," I swallowed, throwing as much passion as I could into my words, "I love you."
Thinking back, I'd realized how shallow I sounded, throwing those words out there.
I saw her eyes dilate for a second. And for a second, her demeanor changed. Her stance loosened and her expression had changed from predatory to...perplexed. Confused. Had it worked? Had reciprocating her love for me changed her back? Yes! I'd gotten through to her!
"Vinyl, oh thank goodness!"
"Nice try," Vinyl sneered.
Horseapples.
"Did you think the power of love was going to save you?"
Well. Yes.
Drat. Well everypony, I tried my best! Nice knowing you lot. You can't say I didn't at least try and not be devoured by some bloodthirsty creature of the night. Game over, everypony.
"Now just hold still..."
I'm going to die. She's going to bite me. Maybe I'll pass out from the blood loss.
I felt her teeth scrape across the soft flesh of my neck. I cringed, tensing up, feeling her fangs sink into my neck. Well that wasn't so bad, I mean sure, I was bleeding now. It felt like getting a shot. After she bit me, I felt her suck and lap at my wound. I let her feed in silence and clucked my tongue, staring at the ceiling. She was certainly vulnerable in this position, but it wasn't like I could grab a lamp and smack her with it. Well this was awkward. It wasn't the most pleasant experience, I'll admit. And it wasn't quite as romantic as I'd hoped, preposterous as the idea sounded. Having somepony's jaws clamped around your throat wasn't as fun as it seemed and I made a note to send a very angry, disapproving letter to the author of my novel telling them how wrong they were. Still, I'd take having a vampire suck my blood rather over getting my blood taken at the doctor's any day of the week. It was certainly a much more intimate experience.
Was the room spinning? Or was it just me?
Ohh my, I feel quite lightheaded...
Vinyl pulled away, my blood staining her muzzle.
Last chance.
I leaned forward, mustering all of my strength, all of my courage, putting every ounce of love I had into my kiss, pressing my lips against hers, closing my eyes and moaning into the kiss. At that point, I was more worried about cutting my tongue rather than the taste of my own blood. When I pulled away, I saw her looking down at me, her jaw agape.
Please snap out of it please snap out of it...
"O-Octy?"
I had expected her to tell me that I was a darn good kisser, or something along those lines.
"Oh Vinyl," I said woozily. "You're back to normal..."
She spotted my bite marks and gasped. "Octy!"
"Oh yes, I think I might have been bitten by this beautiful mare," I drawled. "Would you mind grabbing some bandages?"
"Hold on! I'll save you!" Vinyl gasped.
"Oh yesh, jus' some antiseptic. I'd hate for it to get...infected...I think I'm gonna pass out now, if you'll excuse me..."
Now like I was saying, it was a long time ago.
"Octy!"
Vinyl Scratch yanked off her headphones, hugging me tight. I pushed her off of me nervously.
"So what brings you to my part of the town?" she asked cockily.
"Oh, well," I stammered bashfully, "I just thought I'd say thank you for saving me the other day..."
"Don't mention it! Hey, now that you're here, how about we go dancing?"
"Dancing?" I gulped. "Oh, um, well, you see, the thing is..."
But she wasn't listening. And before I knew it I was on the dance floor in the sea of ponies, unable to see my own hooves in front of my face, and dancing along with my new friend. I was an awful dancer. If I was, however, she didn't say anything. And I had to admit, it was actually quite nice! Not the part where I was dancing in close proximity with a bunch of sweaty ponies, just spending time with her.
Time to wake up, Octavia.
When I came to, I sat up, wincing at the soreness in my neck. Touching it, I felt bandages wrapped around my throat. I heard the sound of weeping. Vinyl sat in the corner of the room, as far away from me as possible. She seemed almost...docile now. Harmless. I was a little dizzy, only a little bit. I guess I hadn't lost that much blood. And in that moment, I felt something rise inside of me. I didn't know how to feel. Angry, I suppose. Anypony would feel angry. Betrayed.
"Vinyl?" I whispered. "Vinyl, are you alright?"
She turned around, her eyes bloodshot and bleary, no longer the shade of crimson but now a beautiful magenta.
"No! I'm not alright, Octy! I just bit my best friend!"
"Am I vampire now?" I asked cautiously.
Vinyl shook her head, sniffing. "No."
Oh. Well then. That was a bit of a disappointment.
She wailed again. "But now my best friend hates me!"
I sat up in protest. "Vinyl, I don't hate you!"
"I just lost control!" Vinyl ignored my words. "I tasted the blood and I thought of you, and how," she sniffed, "how delicious you tasted and I was so thirsty!"
Now I knew why she had gone to the hospital. And I wasn't quite sure if me tasting delicious was supposed to be a compliment, but I took it as one anyways.
"You know Vinyl, I would have let you bite me sooner if you really need a drink," I said quietly, trying to lighten the mood, grinning.
"I just snapped you know?"
"I understand."
Not really. I didn't. Not in the slightest.
"I mean, your best friend's trying to kill you—"
I shot back, "Hey, I wasn't trying to kill you per se..."
"I'm a monste-he-he-herrr!"
"No! No Vinyl Scratch, don't say that!" I snapped.
I stood up, moving over to her and lying next to her on the floor. She flinched and shrank. I'd never seen her like this. So small. She was always bigger than life in my eyes.
And then I slapped her.
She looked at me, stunned. "Ow, Octy, that kinda hu—"
I slapped her again for good measure.
"I think you've made your point," Vinyl sniffed, rubbing her sore cheek.
One more time because I was still mad at her and it felt really, really good.
"Repeat after me, Vinyl Scratch. You are not a monster."
"I'm," she shuddered, "not a monster."
"Good." I smiled, satisfied.
"I'm just an awful best frie-he-he-heeend!" And with that, she buried her face in her hooves again.
Ugh, I wasn't getting anywhere with her.
I watched as more tears began to flow again. Her magenta eyes shimmered, glassy, and she blinked, drops sliding down her face. My expression softened.
"Come here."
Vinyl made no move to slip away as I pulled her into my arms, kissing her wet cheek, stroking her mane to soothe her. She rested her head against my shoulder, her body racking with each sob.
"Shh. Shhh."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm sorry..."
I held her close, squeezing her to remind her I was still there. Her sobs became softer and softer and her tears stopped flowing as she drifted off.
"...'m sorry," she mumbled.
"I know."
I'm sorry too.
As it turns out, Vinyl Scratch still slept like a log, vampire or not, and was apparently as heavy as one. I spent the next hour or two trying to drag her onto my bed after changing the sheets. I was going to have a hard time explaining that to the other tenants, but I decided that telling them that it was Vinyl's time of the month was appropriate. Hah.
She was like a big, bloodthirsty teddy bear, and the best part of it was that she was all mine. I giggled, hugging her tight as I too, slipped into sleep...
...
Ow. I'm awake again. Her horn is poking my eye. Ow, ow. I hadn't expected my first time sleeping with a unicorn to be so horny.
When I awoke she was no longer in my arms and I could smell smoke. Smoke?
"Smoke!" I shrieked. "Fire?! Where!"
Vinyl appeared in the doorway, grinning, still missing her glasses that I accidentally broke. "Just making breakfast."
"I didn't know you could burn juice."
"Shaddup!" Vinyl sheepishly grinned. "I tried making a hey-sorry-for-trying-to-kill-you breakfast in bed, but I don't think it's very good."
Wait, she turned on the stove by herself? I didn't hear any sirens.
"It's the thought that counts, right?" I smiled. "How bad can it be?"
Vinyl sighed in relief. "Whew, that's good. You're gonna need a spatula to scrape the eggs off of the frying pan. Oh, and we're all out of toast."
"I just bought an entire loaf!" I yelled.
"Well, the toaster didn't agree."
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Vinyl's actually a vampire, and she's as perky and adorable as ever. There has to be a trope for that.
VAMPIRE!!! GOTTA KILL IT!!!
*Alondro rushes into the room and STABS Vinyl with an explosive-tipped mohogany stake! Her entire chest blows apart!* I got it!
*Octavia looks horrified!* Wh-what have you done?!
*Alondro grins, covered in the spray of Vinyl's exploded heart* I destroyed the undead monstrosity!
*Octavia gasps* B-but this was a FANFIC!! She was only pretending to be a vampire for the story! It was special effects! *peels off the fake neck-bite marks to illustrate*
*Alondro blinks* Oh-ohhhhhhh! I get it. Uhm... *addresses dead Vinyl* So, uhm, no hard feelings? Well, must be off! Exit, stage right! *flees*
A little rushed, but 
'still missing her glasses that I accidentally broke'
Yeah...accidentally...
Anyway, great chapter. Vampire bloodlust was a possibility I should have seen coming, but for some reason I didn't see it. Still waiting to see the type of vampire you are going for, but I assume that turning someone into a vampire requires more than a bite. It could possibly be similar to Dracula in nature(must drink the blood of a vampire) or more of a Dresden Files style(partially turned until first [fatal] feeding). Who knows? All I know is I can't wait for more story.
But! I hope that the story does not end soon. 
So she IS a vampire and is WASN'T a dream?
Huh, didn't see that coming
So I take by V:tM logic the fact that she has super-strength and raged quite easily means she's probably a Brujah, even though her personality is closer to a Toreador.
...I wonder if anyone else will understand what I'm talking about
NEED TO ANIMATE DAT!!! 
"One more time because I was still mad at her and it felt really, really good."
BDSM? Good thing Vinyl's mostly immortal....
I just realized, if Viny's visit to hemotology was recorded, that means she was able to procure the blood bag through the system. Does that mean Vampires are being protected, hidden and helped by the government? That seems like something Celestia would do.
"I'm just an awful best frie-he-he-heeend!" And with that, she buried her face in her hooves agian.
Fix it.
I felt her teeth scrape across the soft flesh of my neck. I cringed, tensing up, feeling her fangs sink into my neck.
<INSERT ENTER HERE>After she bit me, I felt her suck and lap at my wound and I was aware that I was bleeding. I let her feed in silence and clucked my tongue. Well this was awkward. It wasn't the most pleasant experience, I'll admit. And it wasn't quite as romantic as I'd hoped, preposterous as the idea sounded. Having somepony's jaws clamped around your throat wasn't as fun as it seemed and I made a note to send a very angry, disapproving letter to the author of my novel telling them how wrong they were. Still, I'd take having a vampire suck my blood rather than get my blood taken at the doctor's any day of the week. It was certainly a much more intimate experience.
FIX EVERYTHING!
Okay, I'm confused. That bit in the middle was seriously disjointed, methinks.
First I think: Octavia, calm down, it's probably just a prank.
Oh wait, no? It is blood. 
Holy crap, Vinyl's gonna kill her! 
No, wait, how'd she escape?
Is she... looking for Vinyl, what? 
Now Vinyl's repentant, and crying over nearly killing her best friend... 
I'm confused.
Maybe I just missed something.
Remember, the story said Octy moved in. I am not sure how recently, but it could have been very recent. Plus, where else would Vinyl keep it? She could think of a better solution in the long term, but if it needs to be kept cold and preserved the fridge works as a short term.
Octavia may have gotten over the hurdle with her best friend being a vampire, but she has to face something even more monstrous: her parents![/cliché]
I have no regrets for making a parents/in-law joke. Your squirming over corny humor is delicious to me. 
Is it bad that I actually didn't realize Vinyl was in "hunter" mode until I read this chapter? That's what I get for reading the other chapters late at night, I guess. 
>>891780 Well DUH. Think of it like this: when a vamp gets thirsty enough, they go insane, to an extent, and Vinyl had, right before Tavi found out, gotten JUST a taste of blood. btw. that 'teasing' taste, and the shock of Tavi finding out, and the stress of the situation, she just lost control. Went Berserk, so to speak. (And the 'escaping' was her playing with Tavi, making her think she was free, before catching her, showing that there was going to be no escape.)
And then I slapped her. Heehee, I slapped a vampire and got away with it.
She looked at me, stunned. "Ow, Octy, that kinda hu—"
I slapped her again for good measure.
"I think you've made your point," Vinyl sniffed, rubbing her sore cheek.
One more time because I was still mad at her and it felt really, really good.
Best part.
Don't worry, I wasn't expecting blood rage/hunter mode either. I was expecting more along the lines of a survival mode to protect her secret. It is really obvious in hindsight. I have seen blood rage/hunter mode before, so I am a little surprised that I didn't see it coming. It even played prominently in a few scenes in a few books in a series I read. I really should have seen it coming. Oh well. Still a great story. I am often surprised but not by something I put as much thought into as I have here. I can't wait for the next chapter.
Huh. Well. I'm looking forward to the finer details of this particular strain of vampirism. And the dinner with Octavia's mother is going to take on an entirely new level of awkwardness now that Vinyl is confirmed for a child of the night. (What beautiful music she makes.) I'm eagerly awaiting more.
So she actually is a vampire...interesting. I guess being Octavia...
...Kinda sucks. But seriously, i thought Octavia was just hallucinating from something and the fangs were actually the broken mirror from last chapter. I diddnt expect this. Great story though! Cant wait for the next chapter!
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There's another trope which fits better.
as always. I have no Idea how the author writes so fast.
The author writes so fast because magic. Duh. Or some of the chapters are already written out and he is releasing them one at a time in order to make it easier for everyone to digest the new chapter before the next one comes out. OR he is just really inspired and able to write chapters one after another without slowing like another author I know used to be able to do. I hope this story can go as long as that one. OR, it IS magic and I am just rambling.
You know, people might not notice that you posted that seeing as you didn't reply to anyone. Regardless, we are past that (or so I think). Regardless, what do you think about the story? As far as I have seen you only had a problem with the vampire/vampony thing. Any other thoughts?
By the way, the reason I am commenting so much is a combination of not enough sleep and a fascination with this story that so few stories actually seem to cause in me. I really like the story, so it makes me want to comment a lot. I should probably get some sleep now...
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