Vamp Pinkie

by Paganbrony

Part 11 Alternate: The Epilogue of Those Left Behind.

Vamp Pinkie.

Part 11 Alternate: The Epilogue of Those Left Behind.

As the dawn broke over Ponyville a sombre mood pervaded the town, the results of Twilight's foray into inter dimensional contact had been three days ago and as the town united in the loss of three of its youngest members all was quiet.

Applejack stepped off of the front porch of Sweet Apple Acres and adjusted the black band on her Stetson as she watched Rainbow Dash make her way towards her.

“Are you ready Hon?”

Dash flicked her mane out of her face and nodded, the last week had been the most difficult in her life since two of her friends had lost their sisters and her own number one fan in the most horrific of circumstances.

Dash also had had problems dealing with the truth about who had killed them, only the five remaining elements of harmony knew the real killer was one of them and not the vampire Twilight had summoned.

Dash and Applejack had both decided it was for the best that Fluttershy not be named as the killer as it had been difficult enough explaining what had happened in the first place.

Since Fluttershy was saved by Pink’s Sacrifice and was no longer a vampire it seemed unfair to blame her or punish her so despite her own protests of needing to be punished for what she’d done the official story was the unnamed vampire with no description given had murdered the girls.

Fluttershy hadn’t been seen in days and even the others were worried she might do something irreversible in her depression…

Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind Applejack walked in silence with Dash as they made their way towards the town cemetery, passing other mourners on the way and nodding politely at their commiserations they continued on.

The ceremony was attended by the whole town that turned out in both grief and support for those who had lost family, among those who attended were the royals Luna and Celestia.

The sun goddess gave a heartfelt speech over the loss of three so young and despite her own grief at the mess created by none other than her own student she preformed her duties and after speaking briefly to the elements she left escorted by her guards.

Luna stayed until only the elements remained and after giving her own condolences she returned to the library to continue her analysis of the circle that remained burned into the floor.

It had been decided in light of the dark magic’s unleashed that Luna who was most sensitive and familiar with such things would live there from now on with spike as a guard against anything else that might find its way into their dimension or lest Twilight should return.

Applejack and Dash returned to the farm with Pinkie who remained silent, her mane as straight as ever as she was gently led towards the homestead she’d been staying at for three days now.

Rarity stayed behind despite the concerns of her friends but as they left she sat silently staring at the three small graves before her.

Hours passed as she remained sat, talking in low tones she poured her heart out to the stones that stay in vigil over those beneath.

As the light began to fade Rarity gently drifted off in exhaustion, the strength of her emotions and her grief had left her a fragile shell that slept as the ground before her shifted and churned.

A small white hoof burst up out of the ground and slowly another appeared before they dragged the rest out after them, stood bathed in moonlight the small white unicorn filly hissed as another two small frames forced themselves out of the ground as well.

The three faced each other and were happy to see each other except as their memories returned the truth of the situation sank in…

Sweetie Belle faced Scootaloo with a strangely distant look on her face as if trying to remember something…

“Am… I… Are We… Dead…?”

Scootaloo who was watching Applebloom trying to find her own pulse blinked and with a panicked look answered.

“Fluttershy… She…”

The memories rushed back as they revisited their deaths and the three sat in silence as they tried to understand what had happened, it was Applebloom who made the key discovery.

“OUCH!!!”

“Uh… You OK Bloom…?”

Applebloom curled her lip and prodded the protruding fang with her tongue.

“Does it look like Ah’m OK? Ah just bit ma self. ”

“I guess that means we’re vampires… This is entirely your fault Applebloom.”

“What? How’d yaw figure that Sweetie Belle, Why’s it ma fault?”

“It was your stupid idea to go vampire hunting.”

Sweetie Belle huffed and turned away from the other two, finally her eyes came to rest on her own grave; tears flowed unbidden as the horrible truth settled in.

“Now what do we do, Now we’re dead I mean…?”

“Ah don’t know about you but Ah’m starving…”

“HEY!!! Don’t even think about it…”

Applebloom’s tiny fangs were millimeters from Rarities jugular vein as Sweetie Belle snapped at her, the undead farm pony looked apologetic as she backed away.

“S-Sorry Sweetie…”

“I-It’s OK… It’s who we are after all…”

“Well at least something good came out of all this…”

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom cocked their heads as they turned to Scootaloo in confusion…?

The orange filly pointed triumphantly at their flanks; upon each were a trio of comical looking bats one white one yellow one orange that made up their brand new cutie marks!

This discovery made all three of them jump up with joy as even though it took their combined deaths and transformation into vampires they had finally gotten their marks.

After a few moments of bouncing around they settled once more as they considered what it meant to be a vampire.

“We need to find somewhere to hide… I don’t want to go poof when the sun comes up.”

“We need to eat too… Ah guess…”

Applebloom looked away sheepishly as Sweetie Belle once more growled at her for eying up her sister who still slumbered peacefully.

“Wow you really have a one track mind…”

Blushing as her tummy rumbled loudly the farm filly replied in an uncertain tone.

“Ah don’t know what to do… It is wrong ah know that… But it seems so natural… Not evil I mean… Ah kinda wanna try at least… After all we are vampires?”

“W-Well I don’t know about you guys but I don’t feel very evil… Or hungry…”

Sweetie Belle like the others hung her head caught up in all the emotion but as she did she glanced at the sleeping form of her sister, Rarity had always been good to her…

Images from her past began to filter past her eyes as she started to remember all the times she’d cursed her for all the unfairness Rarity had exhibited when preventing her from doing something dangerous, then running off herself with her friends and doing stuff way more dangerous than the CMC had in mind…

As she stared at Rarity the rhythmic pulsing of the jugular caught her attention and as she listened with her heightened senses she could make out not only Rarity’s heartbeat but swore she could hear the blood rushing around her body.

Scootaloo and Applebloom jumped out of their skins as Sweetie Belle gave a bloodcurdling cry of reluctant resignation as she bit down on her sister’s neck without warning.

A shared look and a shared shrug later the other two joined their companion, Rarity literally unconscious from recent events stresses and strains grunted once or twice as her life’s blood was sucked out of her by three sets of hungry mouths their little fangs like needles.

It took a bit of practice and blood went everywhere as the three unused to the unfamiliar taste and general all round disgust at what they were actually doing finally had their fill so took the time to catch their breath.

“Um is she dead?”

Scootaloo blushed underneath all the blood she hadn’t swallowed but instead covered herself nearly head to hoof with, thanks to biting an artery (not that she had a clue what that meant) and the pressure spraying blood everywhere before the heart had slowed down.

Sweetie Belle equally covered nudged her sister’s body and pressed her ear against it before sitting up and with sudden tears flowing as she nodded her head.

Applebloom burped loudly and laughed nervously as she came under the withering stare of Sweetie Belle who with her own guilt now settling back in but after the fact this time, just harrumphed looking away into the distance unaware yet of just how much further she could see in the darkness than normal.

“We should go… We need somewhere to live… Away from town so no pony can find us, then we can decide what to do next.”

The others nodded in unison as they began to feel decidedly uncomfortable sitting next to the corpse they were responsible for…

Wracking their befuddled minds they set off to find somewhere as they walked in silence…

ELSEWHERE IN A FAMILIAR LOOKING BARN…

It had taken careful questioning by Fluttershy to ascertain the whereabouts of Pinks ashes and then wait for the opportunity of the funerals so she would be undisturbed as she spilled her own blood from a cut and resurrected her friend.

Fluttershy had done this uncertain whether it work but she’d been in luck and the ashes had remained undisturbed and it had worked perfectly…

Well except the part about watching Pinks body reform from a pile of ash, Fluttershy may have inadvertently murdered five ponies but she nearly lost her lunch at the sights and sounds of flesh and bone being remade…

As she embraced her friend who could only blink and mouth her shock at her unexpected resurrection Fluttershy sniffled as tears flowed.

The scene calmed down and they remained close as they whispered to each other in low tones bringing themselves up-to-date before discussing their prospects for the future…

…IN ANOTHER PONYVILLE…

Twilight finished hammering the stake with her hoof through the chest of the vampire she had magically pinned to the ground.

As the body crumbled away in ashes and fire she whirled around and with her magic sent a stake flying into the chest of another that lunged at her.

The Queen of the Damned ducked as a stake whistled past her ear as she dove for cover, it had only been moments since the screaming purple unicorn mare had appeared from the magic circle whilst standing over the bodies of the top two enforcers of her court.

In that time she’d been relentlessly killing every minion that attacked her and all the while laughing in a broken minded way as her magic overwhelmed the vampires of the court, Twilight quickly realized vampires didn’t have a natural talent for magic and mostly just attacked head on…

It was clear also that Twilight had much to learn about hoof to hoof combat but after she used a particularly large table to squish several vamps at once it was a no brainer to the remaining bloodsuckers that they were pretty stuffed if they stayed, so as they booked it for the exits Twilight focused on the familiar looking one hiding behind a upended table across the giant room…

Seeing this The Queen of the Damned with her twisted parody of royal regalia and blood soaked sun for a cutie mark broke from cover unwilling to test her limited magic against the oncoming storm that was a parallel universe’s librarian…

As the Queen of the Damned and what was left of her court fled it was obvious the undisputed power of the vampires and their rule was now over, there was a new Queen in town and she was on the side of good (a right good kicking that is.)

With no pause or regrets Twilight recovered the necroponycon and after making several replacement stakes from the smashed furniture around her she headed out and into her new destiny with no mercy given or taken…

Twilight would eventually gather those alive or dead willing to help and organize her new gang of friends and allies for the inevitable war that would be coming…

A war she would win…