//------------------------------// // All Nightmare Long (Part 1) // Story: Derpy Hooves: Vampire Slayer // by CountDerpy //------------------------------// The rest of her evening went the way Derpy had planned it to go. Her small dinner alone with Dinky, the fun of baking muffins with her little muffin, and settling down to Dinky's favorite story. Dinky was always one who loved the stories of strange and mysterious creatures that slew other creatures for the common good. Whether it be a knight in shining armor or a strange giant lizard that protected the world from giant robots, it was enough to put her to sleep, and on theses nights it is what Derpy needed the most. Derpy sat silent in the darkness of her living room, a funny name for a room she always thought, her eyes shut in deep meditations. No muscle in her body moved, not a single flex of a limb, the quiver of her lip, nor the flash of her eyelid. She was perfectly, deathly still... The way that she always prepared for these nights. Her head turned towards the front door, seconds before a hoof knocked against the oaken slab. "Come in, Lyra!" The door opened an a sea foam green unicorn waltzed in. "Hey Derpy! Ready for tonight?" Derpy sighed before tossing a bag of blood over her shoulder, Lyra catching it and tearing into it greedily. "You know I'm not ready. I'm never ready!" "Well duh, your too busy worrying about that kid of yours to focus on your work. Some days I think you should just tell her and let her run away in fear. Even kill her maybe!" Lyra said, having little time to react as a large vial of holy water smashed inches away from her head against the door. "Damn it, Derpy! I'm only bucking around! You don't have to be so serious all the time." "You know damn good and well that I don't let anypony tell me what I should do with Dinky. I will tell her when she is good and ready for it." Derpy said as she walked over towards the far wall of her living room. "Now did you come here to give me a parenting lesson or are you going to keep watch while I'm out." "A bit of both." Derpy rolled her eyes before approaching the large hanging picture on the wall. It wasn't a very noticeable picture, save for the fact that it never seemed to be off center and was certainly the focal point of the room. It was Derpy's favorite picture, a snapshot of her and Dinky playing on a beach near Horseshoe Bay, one of the few days that she wouldn't ever forget. She smiled a bit as she reached towards her left eye in the picture, her hoof pressing hard against it as she began to turn it. Her hoof followed the contour of the eye as it rotated around, the pupils now aligned differently then her eyes, the way a normal ponies would be. A small hiss of air escaped from behind the fireplace on the other side of the room as the eyes in the picture started to glow a deep red. Derpy walked hastefully across the room as the fireplace began to move apart, bricks turning in every which way as it slowly opened to a room behind it. Derpy walked through the hearth as the fire began to rage behind her. She walked down the few steps and into the secret room. The walls of the room were lined with many guns, bows, and supplies that aided her in her hunts. She grabbed a few vials of holy water, a few silver tipped stakes, and some ammunition and loaded them into a black leather holster that she slung over her body and tightened against her. She reached for two silver pistols from the nearby shelf and loaded them into the holster, along with a couple of light grenades and a few prayer sheets. She walked further on down the rows of weaponry before stopping at her prized possesion for her evening activities. A gift from the only two ponies who understood what she was without fear, a sword. From a passing glance it wasn't much to look at if you saw it flash by, but a passing glance was all that most ponies saw. The blade itself was a very thin and very sharp black carbon wrapped in a heavy plating of silver. Along the sides, several rows of ancient Equestrian prayers were engraved, hidden amongst the layers of black paint. The sword had been blessed by several priests and soaked for many years in holy water. The forger even went so far as to mix garlic into the molten metal. It was a leathal demon slaying machine in Derpy's hooves. Derpy pulled down the blade and put it in its sheath before grabbing the high collared red and black leather jacket from a hook on the wall. "I'm ready." She walked out of the room and through the flames, her eyes a hellish red and her fangs hanging a few inches long from her muzzle, and darted towards the door. She gave a quick glance back towards Dinky's room before vanishing into the night. Night time in Ponyville was alot more active than most ponies thought. For a rural town it had almost as many nightclubs as Manehattan, most of which were underground "Ghoul Spots", places for the supernatural ponies of Equestria to come and relax. Derpy knew them all well, and tonight there was one of them that wasn't just a run down dive, but was a place full of friends and enemies alike. No sooner than Derpy's hoof touched the door of the Blast Ended Bar, a nightclub that was hidden below the house of Berry Punch, did the heavy sound of metal leak out from the small crack under the door. It was these kinds of nights that she loved the most. She didn't know why but she felt at home amongst the ear shattering electric sounds of metal. It was...comforting. The inside of the Bar was more like a rave. Ponies were grinding up against one another, the stench of sweat and...dirty unmentionables... overpowering Derpy's senses. The mosh pit near the stage was in full swing as the band played on, "dancers" swinging around and teasing every mare and stallion they could from their poles onstage. The bartenders poured everything from simple hard ciders to more..specialty drinks. Derpy walked up to the bar and sat on a stool at the farthest end, closest to the door. "What can I do for ya this evening, miss?" The bartender said as he walked down to her end. "Nothing tonight, Suds. I'm here on business." "Business, huh. Whatever you say. Just keep it as clean as possible, Derpy. Don't want a mess like last time." "No promises."