Chapter 8
All her preparation for battle was damped somewhat as Cheerilee stepped out the door. She still didn’t know where to find Crosscut. There was no room for second-guessing, however, and she set off. Luna’s moon was rising as Cheerilee searched the city. She glanced up at it. I’m not going to let you down, Princess. Or you, Note.
The Timber Construction building sat as before. Cheerilee stopped out front, staring at the seemingly vacant windows. This time, she didn’t call for Crosscut or sneak in through a skylight. She kicked the door off its hinges and charged inside.
The warehouse was empty. The security lights illuminated it plainly enough. The rest of the building was dark, however. Cheerilee stepped into the office, senses tuned to respond to anything.
At first glance, the lower floor of the office space looked empty. Cheerilee stepped carefully, alert to everything. The first warning she got was a faint stirring in the air.
The mare sidestepped just before Crosscut buried his horn in her chest. Instead, the stallion slammed into the filing cabinet behind her, sticking through the thin metal. Cheerilee kicked at one of his back legs, hearing bones crunch. She dodged out of the way before he could extricate himself.
A burst of magic nearly disintegrated the filing cabinet. Crosscut whirled around, his mobility restricted by his injured leg, but still deadly fast. His horn glowed and Cheerilee felt something heavy hit her in the back of the head, probably a large finance ledger from a nearby desk. She didn’t have time to wonder if her skull had been fractured, instead going with the impact and using the momentum to launch herself at the stallion. She caught him square in the chest, trying to smack his head against the floor as she knocked him down.
Blood from her head injury began to mat Cheerilee’s mane. She ignored the pain and set up for another attack. Crosscut was fast enough to get off the floor before she could hit him again. He shook his leg out, showing that it was already mostly healed.
Cheerilee dropped low to duck a magic bolt that nearly decapitated her, and braced herself as the unicorn rushed forward. She barely managed to avoid being knocked over, but was forced backwards, her hooves cutting grooves in the floor.
Neither pony seemed to be able to grapple the other into a more favorable position. Crosscut tried to line up to hit the schoolteacher with a blast from his horn. Cheerilee let her rear legs collapse and rolled onto her back, hooves stabbing forward towards Crosscut’s belly. He’d planned for the mare's move, however, and gouged her just as badly.
Cheerilee bit off the tip of her tongue and spat it at Crosscut’s face along with a mouthful of blood. Temporarily blinded, the stallion was easier to buck off. The schoolteacher struggled out of his reach and ran for the stairs to the second floor.
Dodging a jet of powerful magic, Cheerilee took a bite from the inside of her shoulder, where the large arteries ran. Mounting the stairs, her heart pumped hard, squirting blood on the landing. Crosscut was right behind her, and lost traction in the puddle, slamming into the wall. Cheerilee was on him in an instant, biting the back of his neck.
Crosscut managed to get a hold of the leg that Cheerilee had mangled herself and tried to use it to pull her off. She refused to budge, however, holding onto anything she could reach. Weakened by her bite, the shoulder joint reached its limit, and Crosscut tore her leg off.
Fighting through the pain, Cheerilee kicked off the wall with her back legs, sending the two of them tumbling back down the stairs. She managed to adjust her three remaining legs to grip Crosscut’s body tightly. His head whipped around, trying to bash her face in with his horn.
Timing her move carefully, Cheerilee lunged her head forward and locked her jaws on Crosscut’s flailing horn. The stallion felt the pressure, and doubled his efforts to try and get her off him.
Cheerilee could feel her teeth beginning to reach their limit, but clamped down harder, twisting her head for leverage. Crosscut’s horn splintered, snapping the mare’s jaws shut. She spit out pieces of broken teeth and horn while the stallion screamed in pain.
Crosscut managed to throw his assailant off, but there was a different look in his eyes now. He circled, searching for an opening. Cheerilee limped on three legs, turning slowly in place. Her fangs had been reduced to jagged stubs and blood coated her face, but now she had her opponent off balance and wary.
The stallion thought he had found an opening and rushed forwards. Cheerilee crouched on her hind legs, driving her remaining front hoof forwards. Crosscut’s lower jaw took the brunt of the punch.
Crosscut stumbled backwards. Cheerilee took a few steps in his direction, still balancing on two legs alone. Her previous visit to Timber Construction had taught her that she was able to keep the stance for a reasonable period of time. She kept her front leg out, both to guard and to attack.
Crosscut looked as if he’d never seen anypony attempt to fight that way. Cheerilee stepped forward, not giving him time to think about it. As she prepared to step over his broken horn lying on the floor, Crosscut charged.
Cheerilee stomped on the end of the horn, flipping the point up. She met the stallion head-on and let herself go to the floor. Crosscut arched his back in an attempt to avoid impaling himself on his own horn, but Cheerilee kicked with her back leg, driving it into his heart.
The mare didn’t manage to get her eyes closed before the stallion’s entire body violently atomized, splashing everything in the room with blood. Cheerilee blinked, slowly clearing her vision.
She lay at rest for a couple of minutes before crawling over to the stairs to look for her severed limb. It took a few more minutes before the schoolteacher thought she was able to move easily. She’d just taken the worst beating of her life, but had survived.
Cheerilee stumbled out of the building, not bothering to clean up the mess. Now that her task was complete, she felt a little tired. While she didn’t require much sleep, the mare couldn’t remember the last time she’d had any. It startled her to realize that she’d been pushing herself so hard. The schoolteacher hadn’t been aware that her mind was able to make her body do such things.
The mare reflected on the fight she’d just had. She’d had the ability, she just had to find it in herself to use it. Cheerilee decided to write that thought down when she got home. The class would be starting a lesson on self-confidence soon.
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"You're only going to spend one year with us?" Blossom seemed a little confused. She stood in Cheerilee's classroom. It was the afternoon of the last day of school, and all the students had just departed for summer break.
"I guess Fillydelphia just isn't for me." Cheerilee shrugged. "Maybe I'll be back someday. Until then, I just think another place would be better."
The other teacher nodded. "I suppose I can understand. As soon as you showed up here, two students died. That would leave a bad impression on anypony."
That's putting it mildly. Cheerilee smiled. "Well, a lot of things have gotten better since then. For example, I heard that in the last year, the murder rate in Filly dropped to basically nothing."
Blossom nodded. "I'm grateful, but I don't know how that happened so quickly.”
"Hard work by a few dedicated individuals," replied the lavender mare.
"Their mental resilience must be amazing," said Blossom. "I don't know what it must be like to be a police officer."
Cheerilee nodded, noncommittally. “Well, I should be packing up now.” She opened a few drawers in her desk. One of them contained a gift basket that had been there ever since Blossom had given it to her at the beginning of the school year.
“Is that…? Blossom stared at the rotting fruit. The smell, previously masked by the closed drawer, began to waft around the room.
Cheerilee was embarrassed, and had to force blood into her face in order to simulate a blush. “Sorry, those first few days when Note and Golden Ring left us were a little hectic. I must have forgotten.”
Blossom nodded sympathetically. "It can be difficult to keep our wits when something like that happens."
"You're right," agreed Cheerilee. "I have real respect for the ponies that deal with that kind of thing on a regular basis."
"Well, good luck wherever you end up next." Blossom gave Cheerilee a hug. The two of them had become better friends during the school year. The vampire knew she would never see the other teacher again, but it had been nice to have a friend in the meantime.
"Thanks a lot." Cheerilee tossed the ruined gift basket in the trash and the two of them walked towards the exit.
"Do you know where you're going next?" asked Blossom.
"Not really," admitted Cheerilee. "I've got the summer to find another school."
"I couldn't imagine not having a plan." The other mare frowned. "It must be difficult."
"You have to remain optimistic," advised Cheerilee. "It's all in the mind."
Author note:
That's all folks.
Truthfully, I didn't like this story - it wasn't funny at all. I think it's important, however, because it sets up lots of important foundation for future stories. I'm planning at least two more right now. Check out the whole Vampire Cheerilee Series
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That's one way to fight a superior foe.
Tactical self mutilation. The O'Nayls approve
It doesn't matter if it wasn't funny, it kicked ass! Vampire Cheerilee for Life!
whats haitus mean? is it close to cancelled?
Commented on the previous chapter on how you could've dragged the story out a bit...seems like you didn't have a lot else planned on this...
1205697
On haitus - on hold, on break (taken a break from)
Yeah, at first I didn't know eather...
1st off, when I saw that it said that this was on hiatus, I was so distraught!!
I was like: NOOOOOOO!!!!! I WANT MORE AND I WANT IT NOW!!!!!!!
But then when I read this chapter and it said that this was teh last chapter for this one story I was like: Phew!! Dodged a few dozen bullets there (I'm sure Cheerilee can relate)
I look forward to more epic awesomeness in the misadventures of vampire Cheerilee!!!
>> BronySeven
thanks for telling me
1205697 nope it means it the author is taking a break or taking time away from the story
1205968
thank you
>> Northernbolt
thank you
A story doesn't need humor in order to be good. As i stated, you played to your strengths and the story turned out just fine. My only complaint is that you didn't seem to have much planned for this story other than the fight with Crosscut.
Waitwaitwait... that means that her leg has been yanked off not once... but TWICE?!?! In the Dreams series... Wow... This is epic! Awsome!
Bravo!
This one didn't need to be funny. It was darker and more intense. I loved it.
It's been posted? I'd better hurry up with the art for the next one, then.
Awesome fight scene. Creative and interesting. I don't think Cheerilee should have become that good a fighter so quick after learning how to fight. I'll just assume the princesses had her trained.
1206624
Aaaaha
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Hmmm?
1206727
You have identified yourself.
1206811
I'm... not quite sure what you mean.
1206964
You seem nervous
It might not have been funny, but it was still good.
1207246
I give up. What have I identified myself as? The artist for some of TNaB's covers? An alien invader? Incredibly handsome? Come on, I'm curious now.
Er, I suppose since no attention was drawn to her leg at the end she regrew or reattached it somehow?
Now that is a kick-ass fight scene. Short, sweet and brutal.
1207824
Well, it did say that she went looking for it, so I assume that she reattached it.
1205697>>1205714>>1205968
Sorry for the confusion guys, I went for the "complete" button and missed. The story is done.
1206216
Different leg this time.
1207537
I'm shooting for "Incredibly handsome".
This was good. That was interesting, Cheerilee biting off her own tongue like that, especially since no one with awesome regenerating powers ever seems to think of it. In any case, this addition to the series was well done! And if that comment you made earlier, about Cheerilee and sidekicks, is any indication, then you must be working on more! I can't wait to see it, when it's out! Exclamation points!
Also, you are right, this one wasn't as funny, but I still liked it. It was a pretty good show of what the other side of the spectrum was like. Assuming this is a spectrum ranging from 'Kinda dark' to 'Oh geez'.
You may want to keep an eye on your pacing.
Walking up to the warehouse-BOOM-Crosscut attacks.
Crosscut is dead-BOOM-Leaving Filly.
Could use some extra reflection. Come to think of it, your fights seem to end like a lot of Ghost Rider fights.
1205673 Dat pic!
1209350 What about le Pic?
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1209415 I keed I keed
1209438 I steal, I steal
1209443 Ok...why every pony wanna steel my cute Derpy pic
Ik y 
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wait, did you say something?
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Uhhhh..ok then
Using her own body as weaponry... I would never have thought of that. Well played, Cheerilee.
1207537
Your picture is of "you"
You seem nervous.
I am making a long forgotten joke/reference wherein people reference what someone with a name or image of a celebrity. And it somehow turned into weak trolling.
Also thank for setting up TNAB with the cover art.
Well that was a fun way of realizing I started in the middle of a series...
Killing a vampire unicorn with his own bitten off horn, nice. That's right up there with stabbing someone in the eye with one of Twist's candy canes.
Killing him with his own horn?
Ouch.
Totally, you've sure got a habit of wavering in the final acts of your stories. This fight just sort of happened. All the fantastic character development you do sort of just gets shunted to the side when you face the seemingly daunting prospect of ending a story.
It's something to watch for and work at,
Otherwise, Forthwith henceforth heretowith notwithstanding more Vampire Cherilee! I wonder though, have you thought of a story with her where the central plot is, in a way, reversed from this? As in, her biggest problems are about being a teacher and dealing with that little old thingy of vampirism is a backdrop? Probably more comedy potential than detonating a vampire.
...probably.
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My next vampire Cheerilee story (hopefully in a few days!) will be more comedic. It's about her playing poker.
The story after that will be a little different. I decided to explore the idea that was ignored in this story about a young vampire under her care. So it'll be like she's two kinds of teacher at once.
So... staking a vampire doesn't require wood? Works for me.
1241196
Anyone who reads my stuff like a marathon is excused from problems regarding comments on an old story.
Especially if it's Wanderer D. I'm not afraid to admit that I squee'd a little when I saw the notification.
I wonder who the vampire sidekick that you mentioned in the last chapter could be, (I'm rooting for vampire Scootaloo, although Sweetie would be good too, she at least has experience being with vampires) While this story definitely wasn't the comedy that I could have hoped for, it was good, sometimes seriousness is good too.
I d say Rainbow Dash vampire or marewolf never thought of that he
1367127 *brohoof*
The story may not of been funny, but it was good none the less. remember just because something isnt funny doesnt make it a good read, and a good story.
2510276 I Aggree with NSFW