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// Chapter 2 
// Story: Demons of a Vampony 
// by TwiPON3 
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Several minutes later and two cars, a 1989 Yugo and a 2017 Mitsubishi Lancer SEL CVT AWC, were at a small, single-floor house. Speedy and Midnight went in almost immediately.

"Nice place," Speedy said.

Midnight's house was a decent-sized one. There was an open-concept kitchen/living room with several doors, each leading to the other few rooms of the house. The majority of it was decorated in a minimalist modern design, and there was an open laptop with the Quarrel program running on the coffee table.

"I still can't believe you're not worried about me ripping your throat out in the middle of the night."

"Well, of course not. You're my friend. Why would I be worried?"

"Again, I'm a vampony?" Midnight said as he threw off his jacket, showing a tattoo of an upside-down cross on his arm, right above his watch.

"So?" Speedy replied, somewhat annoyed.

"I'm sorry. You'll have to forgive me."

Speedy went and sat down on the couch as Midnight adjusted his ring.

"It's okay," he said.

"Yeah, shit like that does happen when you're as old as I am, and immortality doesn't help matters any," Midnight said, going and getting some drinks from the refrigerator, "Soda?"

"Mountain Dew."

"Got it," Midnight said, getting a bottle of Soda for Speedy and an IV bag of blood for himself, then going back to the couch with the drinks, "Here ya go."

Speedy took his drink and turned on the TV as Midnight violently tore into his IV bag, making a bloody mess everywhere.

"You... Really needed that... Didn't you?"

"I was worried."

"Don't be."

"Do you know... well, let's just say... I don't-"

"I get what you're trying to say, Midnight, but don't worry. Now, the race doesn't start until tomorrow."

"I have Netflix," Midnight said, opening the app on his TV, "Wanna watch something?"

"Do you have Trailer Park Boys?"

"You mind telling me how they manage to actually drive the shitmobile?" Midnight replied, starting the pilot of the series.

"I have no idea."

"I don't know why," Midnight said the TV connected to his fiber-optic internet service and began playing the first episode of the series, "But it's weird. I mean, I want you to scream and run, but at the same time, I'm glad you're not doing that. Nopony has ever stayed around me for more than a few minutes, let alone come to my house for a week."

"Well I'm not afraid," Speedy said, putting his hooves on the coffee table, "I think you're a pretty-cool dude. Plus, with how much we talk, I'm sure you wouldn't kill me." 

The day was filled with the two of them enjoying each other's company.

"Hey," Midnight said at 4:30 in the afternoon, "Speedy, if you're gonna be here for a little longer after that car-thing, I want to show you something you might like."

"What?"

"Well, I can show you the first town I ever lived in around here before 1902. Surprisingly, it's an hour away at highway speeds, though I can usually cut the trip time roughly in half. Even more, it's still in decent shape. Eighty-five percent of the roads are capable of being driven, but wear your seatbelt."

"What's it like?"

Midnight began tapping his hoof on the floor before grabbing Speedy, "Follow me!"

Midnight took him to a building that looked like a small showroom that had a few Poniet cars and put Speedy in a modified Fiat 126p.

"Speedy, originally this car would hit 65 MPH top on 22 horsepower, but this has the engine from a 2014 Indian Chief Vintage," he said, starting the car and driving out, I've hit 130 with the twin-cyl that's in it now."

"Is it a good idea to leave that open?"

"It's okay," Midnight said, dismissively as he turned on the road, "I've killed anypony that tries anything in there... So far, I'm at sixty-ish."

Speedy took a sharp breath, "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope," Midnight said, giving Speedy a LG Revolution 4G, "I want you to record what I'm gonna do when we get to this town."

"Are there still ponies living in it?"

"It's been a ghost town for Luna-knows-how-long."

"Are you sure about this?"

"I accidentally filled my house with mustard gas several times in the past twelve years and only coughed a little bit."

What awaited them was something to remember that day for...