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New chapters on the way...after being proofread · 5:42pm Dec 12th, 2017
Hey everyone! Rene9adeKni9ht here to inform you that the next chapter will be on the way...after being proofread by AndromedaNova, whom I encourage you all to go check out his work
. As soon as he/she is done editing my chapters I will post it and it will continue as such. Thank you all again and I look forward to seeing your opinions as to the directions I should go with my story as well as for any future projects 
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Hey guys, its Rene9adeKni9ht again. Chapter 1 is still in development because I wasn't satisfied with the original draft. So to keep your interests up for the new version, here's a little spoiler. But if you don't want any spoilers, then I'd recommend looking away. Otherwise here we go.
The moon cast its light over the small town of Ponyville, illuminating its darkened alleyways and empty streets. Though this town did appear to have been Ponyville, it was as cold as Skyrim. I walked through the empty streets, my visuals obstructed by the mist that shrouded this peaceful little town of colorful, magical, talking equines. I'm not sure where I was heading, or why I was wandering through the town in the middle of the night, yet I felt compelled to do this. I continued to wander aimlessly, until I spotted the town fountain near the park, and I felt as if it were beckoning me to approach. Upon reaching the fountain, I looked around for any signs of life, expecting to find nobody. And just then, I saw the form of a pony, near the shrubbery behind the fountain; it was a mare, who seemed so familiar. She remained motionless...
The shrubbery shook with activity, as a grotesque and gnarled figure-not a pony but a human-approached her. It's skin was as pale as snow...almost lifeless, in fact. And it's clothings were so like my own, but they had withered from poor maintenance.
"Hey, who are you? I asked. The figure ignored me. I was about to repeat myself, but I held my breath as the figure brought his mouth to the pony's neck. That was when I had noticed the color of crimson flowing down the pony's neck...and the familiar scent of blood filled my nostrils.
I took a step back, failing to notice the rock behind me, and I tripped. It was at that time that the monster had jerked it's head from it's meal and gazed at me. It's feral red eyes pierced through my very soul.
The vampire abandoned it's meal, and charged at me. I watched in shock and horror, and screamed, as the vampire's fangs bore into my neck...