Twilight

by P3RROHAMBRE


Prologue

Twilight

Prologue

Priorities




Her eyes scanned the stallion’s body with a sick, almost twisted pleasure. Her heart pounded in her chest, full of excitement for what she was going to do to him. The sight of her work, her passion, gave the mare goosebumps to the point of making her fur stand up on the back of her neck.

The dimly lit room that she had chosen for him was befitting for the sleeping stallion before her. It was his own place of ritual, now covered in plastic and pictures of certain fillies that she knew he would recognize when he woke up.

Whenever that was.

Despite her excitement and anticipation, the unicorn couldn’t help but pace back and forth, dressed in her black apron and her hooves covered in some type of black rubber. She had been waiting for a good two hours for the pony to wake up so she could begin her work, but her impatience was starting to show in her demeanor as her eyes kept darting to his closed ones.

Damn. I should’ve used a smaller dose. I have to get back to the castle before Princess Luna arrives.

The mare wished she wasn’t running on such a time crunch. She had studying to do for a certain Equestrian history exam in a couple days and had some research reports to accomplish by the end of the week.

Regardless, this had to be done first and foremost. Her body craved it and her mind wouldn’t release her of her desire until she had it.

Learn to adapt. Be quick and efficient if time doesn't permit, but you must never get caught.

That was the most sacred rule to her as it echoed in her mind.

Never get caught, no matter the circumstances. This was the rule her teacher reinforced the most.

But she made sure that there was no chance of that happening. The Canterlot police already had the stallion they wanted, or more so, the stallion that she had framed so she could have her prize to herself.

She had a process after all.

Identify and observe.

Proof, prepare, and capture.

Ritual, execute, and disposal.

She had followed the steps of the kill and there was no way that tonight could go wrong.

“Unnng,” the mare heard the stallion groan.

Her eyes instantly lit up as she turned her head to see the plastic-bound stallion beginning to wake up and stir. His light-brown fur looked magnificent under the dim-light hanging above him and his black, wavy mane had a certain shine and flow as he moved his head, trying to shake off the drug she had given him earlier.

But his handsome appearance was not what she desired from him.

“The hell?” the stallion said weakly as his eyes slowly started to open, revealing his dark blue pupils.

“Well look who finally woke up,” the mare said in a satisfied tone, trotting over to a table covered in plastic.

The pony’s eyes fully opened, adjusting to the dim-light. He turned his head, taking in his surroundings and noticed where he was at.

“My shed? What am I doing here?” he said. His mind was lost and confused, as he knew for a fact that this was not the last place he remembered being at.

The mare chuckled softly as she ripped the plastic off covering the table.

“I brought you here of course,” she answered without turning to him, “And I have to say that you aren’t the lightest pony I’ve came across in my work. I think I actually broke a sweat trying to get you here.”

The stallion began to try and move, but noticed that something tight wrapped around his body. He looked down to see layers upon layers of plastic constraining him to one of his tables.

“What the hell is this?!” he exclaimed suddenly as he began moving his body violently, trying to break through it.

The mare knew it was futile to do so though and she could only smile as she began to layout certain tools onto the table.

“I wouldn’t try breaking out of that. I already enchanted it with a binding spell, so you might as well relax so you and I can have a little chat.”

The stallion turned his head to see where this calm voice was coming from and noticed a mare standing near a table, pulling out unknown items and laying them on it.

“Huh?! What the fuck are you talking about?! Who are you?!” the stallion cried as he continued to try and free himself, confusion and anger now taking him, “Let me out of this!”

The mare chuckled even more and simply shook her head as she laid out the last of her tools onto the table.

“I don’t think I’ll be doing that,” she said as she turned around and slowly trotted over to him.

Her face came into view for the stallion as she got closer to him and his eyes shot open as he realized who this teenage mare was.

“Y..you?! You’re the mare that wanted to interview me! Velvet Sky!”

The unicorn smiled warmly.

“Not exactly, but I’m happy you remember me though.”

The stallion was at a loss for what she meant and it only angered him more.

“What the fuck you mean not exactly?! Why am I here?! Why are you doing this to me?!”

The pony rolled her purple eyes, unphased by his cries of anger. She thought that it was obvious of why he was here, but she was accustomed to it. Her victims always tried to act as if they were innocent.

But she knew their dark secrets.

She knew the twisted dark passengers that resided within them, just as she knew about the one inside her.

“Oh c’mon, you really can’t think of a reason of why you would be on my table?” she said.

But the stallion didn’t pay attention and only thought of his freedom.

“Get me the fuck out of this right now or I swear by Celestia that I’ll fucking kill you!”

Her smile grew wider and her eyes grew bigger hearing such a wonderful but foolish thing. It was funny to her that he was trying to actually threaten her with death when he was nowhere in a position to do so.

It didn’t matter. He would join the others in a few minutes, but she needed him to see the evil that he had committed.

The mare laughed openly and dragged her hoof gently across the brown stallion’s cheek, making him turn his head and snear.

“I can’ tell you how many ponies have told me that. If I’m not mistaken, you would be the 34th to say that to me.”

She took her hoof away from his warm face, as she now didn’t want to delay any longer by toying with him and went back over to the table that she had taken the plastic off of.

“Hey! Hey!! What are you doing?! I told you to get me out of this, damnit!” the stallion yelled more.

He’s going to give me a headache if he keeps yelling.

Her eyes scanned the table and the contents that laid upon it until she found her desired items and began trotting back over to him.

“Are you fucking deaf?! I said-!” but the stallion was quickly silenced as the mare put something cold and small to his throat.

“You can yell all you want Mr. Gold, but it’s getting a bit annoying now and, quite frankly, giving me a headache. I have a long night ahead of me and the last thing I need is my brain to be wracked by your pathetic screams. So, if you continue, I’ll have to cut your tongue out, okay?”

Heavy Gold stared at the lavender-coated mare in shock and sudden fear. She was calm in her words, but there was something in her purple eyes that stared into his, telling him that she was more than serious.

“W..why am I here then? Why do you have me like this?” Gold said, his tone quickly changing to one of worry.

“You’re here on my table because you fit the code,” the mare answered, “You, Mr. Gold, have slipped through the cracks of the Canterlot system and have destroyed the lives of countless fillies and colts.”

The stallion’s face went pale, but he continued with his visage of innocence.

“What are you talking about? I’m just a simple banker.”

“Oh really?”

The unicorn put her muzzle close to his. She could feel his hot, erratic breath against her face and hear the faint pounding of his heart as clear beads of sweat formed on his brow.

“You and I both know that you’re more than that,” she whispered to him and pointed her hoof over to a photograph that she had hung on the wall earlier, “You remember who that was right?”

Gold turned his head and swallowed hard as his eyes met the still light- green ones of the photograph. It was a picture of a small red coated filly, smiling and happy, holding a big purple bouncy ball. Her cutie mark was one of a quill and parchment and her tail and mane were a curly black.

“I...I never seen that-”

Thwack!

The stallion yelped in pain from the mares hoof slapping against his face and her calm, smiling demeanor changed instantly as she grabbed his head and forced him to look more at the photograph.

“Don’t lie to me!” she ordered, “You know exactly who that is!

“Yes! Fine! I know! I know!” Gold yelped in terror, “Her name is Heron Quill!”

“Was Heron Quill,” the mare said darkly, letting go of his face, “She was thirteen years old before you decided to rape, sodomize, and kill her. Your most recent victim.”

“No!” Gold immediately cried, “I didn’t do that to her! I went to trial for that and I was proven innocent! I never touched that filly!”

The lavender unicorn’s eyes met his and stared right through them.

“You were let go simply on the lack of evidence Mr. Gold. You were never proven innocent, but that’s where I come in."

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I found your victim’s hair Mr. Gold,” the mare said, “I know how you wanted to keep them with you and love them even after you were done destroying them.”

But the stallion didn’t back down from his futile protest.

“I never touched that filly and I have never touched any child, let alone kill, any of them! I’m not some sick pony that goes around raping children! I have a wife damnit!” Gold retorted, but the unicorn wasn’t buying it, as she already had done the research.

For weeks she had observed him and studied his daily actions. She knew about the hair and the fillies and colts that he had buried on the outskirts of the royal city and even knew about the next victim he wanted next, a small filly named Applebloom that resided in a backwater town called Ponyville.

But how was she able to do this without anypony asking questions about what she did in her free time?

Most ponies believed she was just some antisocial scholar, which in reality, was what she wanted ponies to think. It made them stay away from her, leaving her free to pursue this stallion, among many others that had been on her table.

“But you are a sick pony,” the mare laughed darkly, “But it’s okay, I’m just like you, just with much higher standards.”

The mare lifted one of her hooves up to reveal a small, sharp scalpel and brought it close to his cheek, making Gold shake and yelp.

“What? What?! Oh dear Celestia! Don’t kill me! Please don’t- gah!”

He felt the sharp sting of the mare’s scalpel cut into his skin, letting dark blood flow down it.
This is what she’s been waiting for. Seeing the blood flow out of the small slit in his cheek made her breath heavy.

It was such a wonderful thing; blood. The color of it and how smoothly it flowed from the body.

Blood was her trophy and her pacifier.

“What are you doing to me?!” Gold yelped, tears conjured from fear now falling from his eyes, “Get away from me!”

He pleaded more, but her mind was somewhere completely different. She was now focused on retrieving her trophy. Her horn lit up with magic and began to levitate two glass slides from the table across the room.

With precision, she focused her magic on the crimson substance still dribbling from the stallion’s cut. A small drop of blood began to lift in the air, surrounded in a purplish aura of magic. She set the small drop of sacred life onto one of the glass slides and pressed the other against it, making the blood spread out.

She lifted the glass slide of blood in front of her face, positioning it to where the dim light shined through it.

“You will make a good addition to the others,” she said to herself, entranced by this new trophy of hers.

“You’re fucking insane!” Gold cried, seeing how hypnotized this mare was by this twisted ritual.

But she was not one to let one thing consume her mind. She still had to finish the rest of her ritual.

She smiled inside as she admired the glass slide for one more moment before levitating it back to her table of tools.

“ I’m actually more sane now then I was earlier and it will be thanks to you, Mr. Gold,” the mare replied, “But enough chatting. It’s obvious to me that you're simply going to keep lying, which in your profession, I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Her horn lit up again and another tool floated over to her.

Gold’s eyes lit up with terror as the mare he knew as Velvet Sky grasp the tool; a clean, sharp butcher knife positioned over his chest, ready to be plunged into him and end his life.

“So since we have nothing else to talk about, I’m afraid this is where we part. I’ll tell your friends for you that you won’t be making it to your poker game-”

“Wait! Wait!!”

The lavender mare cocked her brow.

“Don’t kill me! Just- I killed them okay?! I raped them and killed them all! Is that what you want to hear?! I payed off a cop to destroy some evidence that was going to send me to prison!” Gold finally confessed in fear for his life.

“Why? Why kill innocent children? ” the mare asked as she lowered the butcher knife.

Gold gritted his teeth but answered.

“It’s the way they looked at me. I could see how much they wanted me and I. . . I wanted to love them.”

The mare scoffed.

“You have a wife Mr. Gold.”

“I know that!” Gold spat, “But she could never give me the love that I wanted, but the others. . . like Heron. . . their love was innocent; they weren’t spiteful or judgemental.”

The unicorn listened to his confession, but it only made her sick. She was a monster herself but not like the stallion before her. He was something completely different. He was an animal.

And she would be it’s butcher.

“And yet you took that innocence and not only that, but their lives. You took them away from parents and siblings. You didn’t love them; you only wanted them to please your own desire.”

“No! I loved them all!” Gold yelled in sudden rage, trying to defy what the reality was of his sick actions,“And what would you know about love?! You’re a fucking teenager that kills ponies! What the fuck are you huh?! Who are you?!”

The mare smiled wide and there was a twinkle in her eyes.

"The one who is going to kill you."

She positioned her hooves and knife over the stallion’s chest as he began to angrily thrash himself and yell obscenities towards her, but she knew it was only a sign of him accepting that tonight he would die.

“Fuck you bitch!”

Her hooves tightened on the handle and her heart pounded against her chest. Her mind screamed to her, telling her to kill him and indulge in her craving; her dark passenger, but she wanted to savor his last moments for a few more seconds.

The wait, the planning, the capture; all of it she reveled in and she now wanted to enjoy the final moments of her prize.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll get out of this and kill you just like I did those children! I’ll shove my cock right into your-!”

But he wouldn’t finish his sentence.

With precision and force, the mare plunged the blade directly into his chest, putting all her might into it. Specks of blood splashed against her face, making her fur stand even more. The warmth of it soothed her mind and her inner cravings that raged in turmoil were pacified.

It was almost hypnotizing and her mind was in a euphoric state. It was as if a pressure that pressed against her brain was now relieved; she felt whole.

She looked down to her victim as she gave a sigh of what sounded like relief.

He gasped and she saw the light of his eyes slowly leaving him, but she was not one to leave a question unanswered and she wanted to make sure he heard her while he still lingered.

“My name is Twilight Sparkle. . .”

She pressed more into his chest and dark blood flowed from the sides of her submerged blade within the plastic.

“Student and daughter of Princess Celestia. . .”

She twisted it, making the stallion now gurgle and suffocate and within moments, his head went to the side and his entire body went limp. She pulled the blade out of his chest and ran her hoof over his glassy eyes, closing them.

"And I'm a serial killer."

Her mind was at peace and she felt 'normal' again. She felt lighter and now with her glass slide and bloody trophy, she felt more than ready to take on the world.

Or at least a bit of studying for a certain exam.

She had to keep her priorities straight after all.