(M. Dew)
My name is Morning Dew I got my cutie mark from growing plants. My cutie mark is a daisy that is in full bloom. My life was going pretty well, I had a stall in the market that made good money, I was doing what I loved, and nopony had made an attempt at my life. Well, not until last night.
I was woken up by some howling that I had ignored and tried to go back to sleep, I live near Sweet Apple Acres those kinds of noises are normal. That was until I heard the screams of pain and then a very loud conversation about killing somepony. I needed my sleep so I got out of my bed, opened my front door and yelled into the night,”Why is it so loud out here, I am just trying to sleep.”
Before I could even come close to closing my door I was swarmed by a group of timberwolves. They tore into me like I was just another piece of meat, they seemed to not react to anything I did to get them off me.
Then almost like somepony had sent an angel to save me. This ‘angel’ knocked the timberwolves away like they were made of cardboard. They looked at me and my destroyed body. Suddenly I had wanted the wolves to have finished me. The look my savior gave told me I was not in a good condition, they look over to the side to a white unicorn I think I recognize. The unicorn gave a nod, my hero turned back to me and said in a sincere tone, “There is no way you will be able to survive, your wounds can’t be fixed by normal medical methods but, I can save you in an” That pause, why did you pause. Please stop me from dying!”Unconventional way. Before you say yes, know that by agreeing to this method it will change your life, for better or for worse.” Unethical or not I want to live.
“Y-yes, I want to live,” A weak voice said from nearby, that was my voice. I guess my voice was so weak from my screams of pain and terror. I saw a glint of light before I felt something pierce the side of what remained of my throat. Before I could ask anything. I passed out from blood loss.
I woke up lying in my bed. My first thoughts were along the lines of I am alive, and how? Who is that? Hey, she looks familiar.
At the foot of my bed was a dark green stallion trying and failing to suppress a grin before looking at the unicorn sitting the corner,”It is so much better being on this side.” This side of what? I looked down at my forehooves, only they weren’t mine. My coat was not this dark at all. I lifted the covers off me and saw that my daisy was not on my flank, instead was a deadly nightshade.
“What happened to my cutie mark?” I had asked a simple question but they both gave me weird looks.
(Well Read)
“What happened to my cutie mark?” That was the question the mare had seemingly asked both herself and us, only I didn’t know about such thing happening, I mean my cutie mark didn’t change and according to Vinyl, they don’t change. Why did hers? I look to Vinyl and she is just as puzzled as me.
“Wait, your cutie mark changed? Are you sure?” Eh, answer a question with a question. Good job Well Read you are doing so well as the responsible party.
“Well it was A daisy, tell me what does a daisy look like to you?” She had empathized the was, that meant something was up.
“A daisy, you mean that beautiful little white flower that is growing in all your flower boxes?”
(M. Dew)
“A daisy, you mean that beautiful little white flower that is growing in all your flower boxes?” He called them beautiful, who is he to judge my flowers? I will admit I kinda have an obsession with the flower. Am I blushing?
(Well Read)
Did she just blush when I mentioned her flower boxes full of daisies? Well, anyways I think I might know why her mark is not a daisy anymore. “Perhaps your cutie mark changed because daisies are thought to be pure and represent light. So when you changed your cutie mark changed to represent the darkness you are now part of. That is just a guess. You could say I am very well read.”
“I g-guess that does make some sense, but wait. What do you mean by ‘darkness I am now part of’?”
Oh boy, the best part! “You are now what is called a vampony. I am the one that changed you into what you now are. My name is Well Read, by the way, miss…”
“Morning Dew, although that name might be changed to better suit my new look. Wait, if you’re the one that turned me doesn’t that mean I am bound to do your bidding or else risk death?”
“Now where did you read that?” I know the book, it is one of my favorites.”No, you are not forced to obey me, I mean the one that turns you is responsible for you until they deem fit to leave, like Vinyl here, her’s ditched the minute he was done teaching her, and yet she has yet to leave me completely alone. Yes, she is the one that turned me. Do you see her telling me to do anything?”
“Umm. No?”
(M. Dew)
That is why she looks familiar, she’s the DJ at the club in town. I have only been there twice, No wonder she looked familiar, only I don’t recall her having red eyes of fangs. I think I will ask her later. Right now I have to pay attention.
(Well Read)
“What else have you heard about us vamponies? Hmmm..” I almost feel Vinyl’s excitement for the one question she wants to answer.
“Umm just three more. How much blood do I need to satisfy myself? What about the sun, does it burn us? And finally, do we sparkle?” She heard it and is waiting for the chance to answer.
“To answer the first, roughly between one cup to a quart of blood a day. It really depends on the day.”
“Okay, good to know.”
“The second kinda bounces off the first, as long as we have had blood it slightly bothers us. If we have not had blood recently, we will burn. Fast. And if Vinyl were to burn you and I would be burned as well.”
“Okay, so I just need blood, okay. And make sure Vinyl or you do not burn too close to me, okay.” jeez, she is taking this so calmly, why is she so calm?
“And for the final question, I am pretty sure Vinyl has dibs.” I had just finished saying that before she had leaped from her corner and began.
“I have already explained to Twilight that We Don’t Sparkle, that is fictional nonsense.” Vinyl then gave a happy look then returned to the corner she had claimed as hers.
“Okay, we don’t sparkle. But about Vinyl burning, is there any way to prevent it?”
“Actually, I had heard that one of the older vamps did burn, and yet no other ones did. I think there is some sort of maximum range of effect, and I think it has to travel down the line to work. What I mean is if say I was within range of the older vamp dying, I would not be affected because Vinyl was not affected by the radius. Or at least I think that is how it works.” I was guessing.
(M. Dew)
“...Or at least I think that is how it works” That stallion, Well Read, seems to actually be very well read. I mean his theories he is coming up with make sense to me and seems to be rooted firmly in well-known concepts. I think this might get interesting to learn more about. Why do I suddenly feel Really bored, I wonder if there is something fun outside.