The following morning, after his meeting with his mysterious employer, Red announced that he would be hosting a miniature gala at his own house for all on the guest list. That list included a vast variety of rich ponies throughout Canterlot, such as Photo Finish and Fancy Pants, and some of the self righteousness and self proclaimed royalty. One of the members that Red didn't include was the annoying Prince Blueblood, but if he knew that the Prince would arrive anyway. There was no way that Blueblood wasn't going to show up sooner or later.
Red was currently dressed up in a tuxedo, showing that he was prepared to have some fun while he waited for his target to arrive. He had several means to incapacitate his prey, everything from napkins with sleep agents to cocktails with a sleep pill ready to be put in. If Blueblood arrived then he wasn't going to walking out of the house ever again, that Red was going to ensure.
"Ah, here's our host," said a pegasus, one dressed up in a blue suit and had a dark blue mane, "I must thank you for including the Wonderbolts in your guest list Mister..?"
"Red Velvet," Red replied, putting a smile on for Soarin as he sipped some of his none alcoholic wine, "I couldn't leave the famous Wonderbolts out of a Gala, especially when they aren't going to be busy for a couple of weeks. Have a little fun and mingle with those who adore you, though I'm quite surprised that there isn't a lot of ponies running to get an autograph."
"I'm glad for it," Soarin excitedly said, offering Red a smile, "I'm used to the fans, but every once and a while it just gets so overwhelming it makes me glad I'm a pegasus. I just wait for a good moment to flex my wings and I'm gone like the wind, leaving them in awe all over again. I take it the guests are behaving themselves for once this time?"
"They are surprisingly calm," Red was really paying the majority of them no mind as he checked the pocket watch he had, Blueblood was running later than normal, "I guess that's to be expected when the Elements of Harmony aren't running around making a mess of everything on accident. Besides, this is the first time I've ever held a gala in my house, so I'm glad nothing is getting pulverized."
"You waiting for somepony to arrive?" Soarin asked, noticing the movement with the watch, "Excuse me for asking about something personal, but it's just that I've never seen a host check the time so often."
"It helps me keep track of the time to be honest," Red replied, his eyes moving to the doorway again, "but to be more honest I know the reputation of a certain prince who barges into parties, balls, and galas that he is not invited to. I'm merely making sure of the time and it seems like he's late to the party for once."
"I hope for Celestia's sake that he doesn't show for once." Soarin said, surprising Red just a bit by how the stallion sounded, "He ruined the last gala I attended and I hope that he doesn't ruin another one...I might have spoken too soon."
Sure enough the white coated unicorn stallion named Prince Blueblood entered Red's house, immediately causing the ponies around him to groan. As Soarin looked away from Red the unicorn could not help but hide his smile, the prince had finally arrived as Red had planned it. Blueblood would make his way over to Red, at which point Red would give him something to drink and soon the stallion would be out of commission. Then when the gala was over Red would take the stallion to his hideout and finish his business.
"Ah, Master Red Velvet," Blueblood said, accepting a cup of wine from Red, "I must say, this 'gala', as you call it, is simply glorious. Maybe not the best gala I was invited to, but definitely not the worst one I've been to."
Red really hated the stallion, he just wanted to grab the sword that hung above his fireplace and run it's sharpened edge straight through Blueblood. While he was certain that many ponies would thank him for the service he would end up in jail for doing him in in public. He blocked the stallion's mindless noise as he waited for the drug to kick in, which would allow him to get rid of the pony forever.
Spitfire was surprised, the vile Blueblood was actually late for a gala that he wasn't invited to. She would know, almost everypony knew that nopony in their right mind would include Blueblood on the guest list. She knew what was coming the moment the stallion walked through the door to Red's house; the end of the gala.
Come on Soarin," she called, heading for the door herself, "Let's blow this joint."
Red couldn't blame most ponies who ended up leaving, which was the vast majority of his guests. Blueblood had the reputation for ruining anything he came into contact with and Red was glad he finally had a chance to deal with him. His employer, the mysterious Artemis, had given him the best target he could have asked for, though he still wondered why he was doing it when she was the huntress.
"Hic...where's everypony going?" Blueblood was drunk, which was nice since Red had thrown in more then just the sleep agent into the cocktail he had given the stallion, "hic...the party...hic...just started..."
Red looked around and, for once glad that nopony was around them at the moment, took out his napkin and placed it over Blueblood's muzzle. Within seconds of breathing in the drugged air the stallion was out cold, allowing Red to finally discard his tuxedo and make his way towards his basement. He levitated the sleeping pony down to the hidden floor nopony else, excluding his employer again, knew about, locking the door behind him.
Once on the lowest floor he stepped up to a circular stone gateway he had been given by some moving company at night a few weeks ago. At the time he had wondered who had shipped him such a strange contraption, but know he knew what it did and who must have sent it to him. He stepped through the archway and he appeared in the same forgotten area where he stashed his targets until he cut them up. He just dragged Blueblood along, the stallion would wake up in a hour or two and he wanted to prepared for when the drugs wore off.
Oh how he loved being the employee of a huntress that gave him targets that everypony else hated or barely noticed in their everyday lives. He could kill and almost nopony knew it was happening right under their noses. Blueblood was in for one long night, that much Red was sure of.