Knock…
Written by KingSombraTheTyrantRuler
It was a cold, wintry night with heavy snowfall, and there was not a soul to be seen on the streets. Ponies shivered inside their homes, even under their duvets and with their fireplaces on, for this was a night colder than any other, and was the first time that Ponyville had received a snowfall that refused to stop.
If one were to glance at the Carousel Boutique, then they would see that the upstairs light was on, and if they looked closer, they would see that despite the snow and cold, the window was open, and beside it sat a figure.
This figure was none other than the owner of the Boutique- Rarity.
The arrival of winter kept her busy with work, as being the only clothes designer in the town, ponies would buy their clothes from her.
Thus, she had to work day and night to come up with a line for the new season.
It has to be something that can keep ponies warm while ensuring that they look fashionable, she thought. It shouldn't be too heavy either…
She looked out of the window again, observing the town which was now peaceful. The moonlight glimmering on the snow as it fell was also a pretty sight.
Closing her eyes, Rarity let the wind blow her mane, bringing with it some snowflakes which lodged themselves there. She cared not for the cold as the snow was too thick for anyone to walk through, meaning that even when she eventually fell ill from this, no one would see her in that state.
She tried to focus on the serenity that night brought with it along with the snow, and there it was, she had an idea!
Opening her eyes in a hurry and immediately picking her pencil up, the fashionista began to sketch onto the blank piece of paper which had sat in front of her upon her desk all day.
But no sooner than she had started her sketch, pleased to finally have gotten inspiration, a knock sounded at her door. It was a quiet knock, barely anything more than a soft tap, and lost as she was in her world of creativity, it went unnoticed by her.
That was something soon to be remedied, for as the time passed by, the knocks only grew louder until it finally grasped her attention, pulling her out of her reverie.
Whoever could it be at this time of night?
Annoyed, she proceeded to ignore the knocks and continued sketching as this was the only burst of inspiration she had received all day.
Knock
The pony would go away eventually, whoever it was. She could not afford to lose this design.
Knock knock
Whoever this person is, they are certainly very determined to speak to me, Rarity thought as the knocking increased in both frequency as well as sound. Very well. As I can no longer concentrate with this ruckus, I shall go and give them a piece of my mind.
With that she stood up and proceeded to the stairs, only to stop as a realisation came to mind. It’s the middle of the night, and there’s a heavy snowfall outside. Who would go through the snow and come all the way here amidst the freezing cold?
The knock sounded again, and despite the twisting and turning in her gut, she made her way to the door and opened it just enough for her to peek out. No one was there.
Sighing in frustration, the fashionista slammed the door shut and groaned, internally cursing whoever had played such a trick on her. “Some ponies,” she huffed before heading back up the stairs to return to her work.
But just as her hoof touched the first step, she heard that infernal knocking start again and stormed over to the door to check who was there. Yet again, it was no one.
Swearing under her breath, the unicorn decided to quickly have a look outside to catch the perpetrator. There was not a single living thing in sight.
Rarity slammed the door shut and no sooner than she had turned around, a very quiet knock was heard. Her eyebrow twitched and she pulled the door open, lighting her horn. “Whoever is there, reveal yourselves!” she shouted, glaring and ready to incinerate whoever would show up.
When no answer was given, she returned to her bedroom angrily, and tried to resume the design she had been working on.
Unfortunately that ordeal had been long enough to make her forget it, and almost snapping her pencil in half in vexation, she laid her head upon the desk to cool down.
Perhaps I was only imagining it…It has been a long day after all. I suppose I should go to bed and rest.
Getting up once again, she turned towards her bed after turning the lights off and pulled back the covers. She was so exhausted that it was only when she slipped into the bed that she felt the body of another being there.
Shrieking as her back touched its ice-cold form, she lit her horn to see not Sweetie Belle like she had expected, but a batpony whom she had never laid eyes upon before.
He had a short, bright yellow mane and navy blue fur with blood red eyes.. What scared her most of all were his fangs, which glinted in the moonlight.
The fashionista jumped out of bed and fled towards the door, attempting to escape from this home-invader. However, he would have none of it- merely flying over to the door and wrapping a hoof around her foreleg.
“”Hello Rarity…” he hissed, “Nice to meet you…”
“Let go of me, you horrid creature!”
“Why so rude, Ra-ri-ty? Call me by my name, Black Fire.”
“Let me go, let me go!” she wailed frantically, charging magic out of her horn in a feeble attempt to remove the batpony from her body. But he merely latched onto her form and sunk his fangs into her neck, gulping down her sweet blood.
Tears fell from her eyes at the sharp, stinging pain as he sunk his fangs deeper into her neck, stroking her head in a pitiful attempt to console her.
“You made a good meal,” he said, finally withdrawing his fangs from her neck. Licking them to remove the blood, he let her collapse to the floor. “I’ll be coming to visit you again sometime, okay?”
Rarity mumbled a curse out as black dots began to form in her vision, and as he left, so did her consciousness.