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// 08 Unexpected visitors 
// Story: Blood Curse Boutique 
// by Rarity Belle 
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	The sun was lowering itself behind the hills at the end of the long day, it was the wonderful moon that took its first peeks over the eastern edge. And with its coming did the land slowly shrouded itself once again within the darkness of the night. A night that promised to be calm and overall peaceful yet a single cloud hung here and there. The light that was created by the candles within the homes of many ponies helped with illuminating the calm and foggy streets of the town. The atmosphere itself was cold, dark and overall unpleasant to venture over on the calm evening. But on one of the land roads that walked just outside of the town there was a figure who made its way down them. A cloaked figure from with the only thing visible being a set of soul-piercing red rims.

It was nopony else then Rarity who had made her back home from the restaurant she had given off the interview. With her slender body surrounded by the cloak, she wandered down the road with a gentle trot of her hooves. Yet on a certain moment she just held her pace and let out a deep sigh. The hood of the cloak got put down and the perfectly curled mane were revealed to the nightly skies. Only after that would her eyes have moved up to the moon itself. The unicorn did something she hadn't done in a long time and allowed her face to bath itself within the light of the object on the skies. Strangely enough it had the same effect as when the sun would hit it before her changes. She loved it to say the least.

The day had been both long and tiresome for her. Mostly because of the single fact that most of the questions which were asked during the interview happened to be about her conditions. Rarity kept denying everything and talked her way around it all of the time. She managed to deceive them all without a doubt but in order to come up with her answers she had to think deeply. And it was that, that made her mind as tired as one could be. The mare turned her attention over to a small hill and almost instinctively she decided to venture up on it. With her pacing slightly above a normal trot she managed to get up on the top with a gentle and forced exhale of relief.

In her eyes it was to be seen that she almost had reached the rustic and peaceful town once more. A town that was covered within the fog. Something which wasn't the case for the hillside that laid only a couple more miles before her. In her mind she estimated more than five but less than ten. Rarity was almost back home and she knew it all too well.

She would almost be back within the warm comforts of her precious little posterbed to relax and sleep. The unicorn could almost smell the blankets that were soaked in her body odors and a smile that was wide enough to show her teeth came to her face. The fangs themselves were retracted and thus invisible for any peeking eyes to see. It was a thing done for the interview and she hadn't the desire to make them pop out anytime soon either.


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The attention of the mare suddenly turned itself all over her surroundings. Her eyes caught the remaining hillside and the plains that stretched themselves before and around the town. Under the light of the moon it was something truly priceless to witness. But eventually she caught something that was odd and even to be considered out of place. For in her crimson red rimmed eyes had fallen on an all too familiar looking show-wagon that was stationed within the valley directly to her left. Rarity gave herself some time to consider just who or what could be living within it and almost right away she knew it. She knew just who resided in there and wasn't the happiest mare about it.

“Trixie...” Rarity muttered in herself. She remembered the events from a distant past like they had happened only the day before. An event that the unicorn despised with all of her heart and mind. An event that was engraved within her mind forever more. And to make matters only worse had the everlasting thirst risen up once more. She had tried to fight it off by taking a couple glasses of red wine during the interview though. But that only seemed to have helped for a little bit of time. The lust for blood was within her once more and it needed to be stilled. If the cards would be playing themselves correctly was the mare who happened to be responsible for the deeds of the events, would be residing within that very same wagon. Which meant that she had a prey right before her.

The mind of Rarity crawled back slow and steady towards a state that could be considered primal and vampiric. She would have descended from the hill in silence and with care in her hooves. The unicorn went even further downhill and into the direction of the wagon instead of the town. But Rarity just couldn’t get over her grudges with the other pony. She had a score to settle and the price to be paid would be done in blood. A price none wished to pay for it.

The unicorn had reached the foot of the hill and she lowered her body towards the ground before she would continue her steps. With a careful sneaking attempt did she manage to make her way up to the movable building. Not a single sound left nor was created by her as she came closer and closer. The ears kept themselves peaked up in order to catch up any possible sounds whether they would be coming inside or from the outside.

Luckily for her were the only sounds she caught up the gentle snoring of the pony inside and the wind that made its way over the grass in a calm manner that was surrounding her. Everything appeared to be perfect, yet the mind of the unicorn came into another conflict with itself. At one end she could use a meal and even had found it. On the other end it would mean that another pony would be losing its blood. Is it possible that one can truly keep denying its nature? was the only thought that ran across her mind in the far end. The only question to which she truly needed an answer on.

With the sounds of a gentle growl that left her, Rarity made her way over to the door of the wagon and pressed an ear against it. The thought was almost destroyed by her needs for blood and the ivory coated mare listened even deeper to the sounds from the inside. After a couple seconds she moved her hoof which would have reached up for the knob. She turned it over in the hope to unlock it.

Much to her own surprise was the door unlocked and thus left open for anyone to enter. Rarity pushed the door open just wide enough so that she could slip through the gap in silence. She then would have let her eyes fall over the interior. Though when the door opened, it also allowed a breeze of cold, evening wind to rush into the wagon. The wind caused the body within the bed stir a little bit as it traveled over the blanket and a small, feminine sounding moan did its turn through the wooden cart. The ivory coated unicorn stopped dead in her tracks on the very moment the sound came to her ears. Her eyes only glared over to the bed and she hoped that her prey wouldn't be waking up.

A couple of heartstopping seconds passed by and nothing happened. Rarity carefully closed the door behind her before she let her eyes fall upon the bed once again. In the light of the one candle that was still on and her eyes adjusted to the darkness it could be seen that the blankets were moved up and down in a peaceful manner. The vampiric mare turned her eyes over to the mirror that hung on the side and gazed upon it for a few seconds.

Once again she was confronted with the fact that she shouldn't be existing. But the longer she stared into the object, the more madness  began to flew through her mind. The red rimmed eyes soon tore themselves away and fell on the desk below where she saw the things needed to powder one’s nose. Further she also took note of the hatstand that housed a pink and purplish wizard hat and matching cloak that she knew all too well. The clothing that was worn by the one showpony that humiliated her once in front of half the town. Rarity knew then that she was at the right address without any mistake.

The unicorn swiftly and silently made her way over to the bed without a second thought in her mind as all that she wanted was the blood to be consumed. When she found herself next to it did her eyes fell upon the blue coated unicorn mare who laid inside of it. Aside from her everlasting thirst for blood there was also the feeling of hatred which boiled up within her body. Rarity was faced with a choice in that moment she glared over the other mare. She could either just drain the mare completely and therefore ending her miserable little life. Or spare her by only taking that she truly needed.


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The eventual decision was one that happened to be difficult to make for Rarity’s mind. But her nature managed to get the better of her. With a light hop she landed on top of the bed and found herself directly above the sleeping mare. Yet the mattress didn't bounce up or down from her jump which was questioning but quickly dispatched as well. One of her cold forehooves stroked up and down visible parts of the neck in a gentle manner. Rarity tried her best to spot a suitable vein to bite in and consume the blood.

The cold hoof made its contact with the warm coat of the blue unicorn and she shivered once more as if the wind made its way passed her. The vampiric mare could only pray that she didn't woke up again. Though much to her own luck it didn't happen and the red rims kept gazing down the neck for a vein to bite into. The rims scanned the visible parts down to the last hair but the sweet spot was never to be found. So she did the only thing she could do, which was pulling the blankets down.

With a great care did she pull them down and then her eyes she caught a suitable vein. The mouth of Rarity opened itself wide and the fangs were elongated for the first time after the talk was done. The razor sharp, pure white fangs were ready to tear through the flesh in order to consume the blood. She moved her head over to the neck and accompanied with the sound of a light pop did the fangs pierce through the skin of her prey. Unlike last time, there wasn’t any form of mercy shown. The fangs sank themselves deep into the vein and caused the blood flow to make its escape right into the orifice of the vampony. Rarity took the first swallow under a moan of guilty pleasure after her mouth was filled with the red colored, liquid gold.

But on the moment very moment that her the fangs sank into the neck, the eyes of the sleeping mare shot open widely and a loud yelp came after the first swallow. With her dark grayish violet eyes she saw just what was going on. The other unicorn blinked in confusion at first before the reality of the situation came to her and the burning pain within her neck was clearly felt. “W-What are you, d-doing to T-Trixie!?” she shouted while she entered a struggle in a vague attempt to get the vampony off of her body.

Though no matter what Trixie did, Rarity wouldn’t have given up her position. She had locked all of the limbs of the other unicorn with her own which meant she was in full control. And on the other end she didn't even care that she was awake to begin with.


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Any pony with the right set of mind wouldn't just become a prey for a predator and Trixie wasn't any exception to that rule. Even though her limbs were held into place, there was one thing still free. Around her horn had her signature magenta colored aura appeared. The ears of Rarity perked themselves up at the sudden sound and her eyes opened up in response to the new light but was too late react. For when Trixie released the charge, it was Rarity who got sent into the wall of the wagon which had the door in it. But due to the fangs still being in the neck at the time of happening, it also tore apart some skin in the process. Trixie yelled in agony after the rip had taken place and pressed a hoof against the wound while she rose her body up in the bed.

The beating of her heart was felt against the hoof while blood rushed past it. She let her eyes fall upon the dropped down Rarity in the cloak. “Be gone, demonspawn! You have nothing to search here!” she shouted up towards her.

At first there was no response with the exception of a deep groan that left the hump of fabric. Trixie looked a bit worried as the possibility was there that she killed somepony, or something. “Hmhmhmhm, I don’t think so,” the vampony suddenly replied as she had found stability on all four of her legs again and rose back up. The vampiric mare's hood was lowered once again and she stared right into the violet ones of Trixie while her lips were covered in blood. The piece of skin had fallen to the ground and wasn't of any interest any more for either two of them. All that they had eye for, was the one they were looking at.

The blue coated unicorn gazed back within the red rims she started to shake her head deeply. It almost seemed that she had seen a light of some sort. “No, this, this is not true! This is not happening. Not to Trixie!” she managed to bring out while the pounding of her heart became only heavier and heavier. It felt like she had entered one of her worst nightmares. The tailor of Ponyville facing off against her in a demonic appearance for nothing else but plain revenge.

“Take it from me, darling,” spoke Rarity in a tone of dark joy while she walked back to the bed. She wanted to finish what she started and would do that in one way or the other. Yet in order to crumble Trixie even more, she added two little words. “It, is.”

“But why, Trixie?” she spoke softer as the fur around the wound only became redder and redder. Trixie had lost much blood already and she entered the struggle to keep her eyes open. Her violet eyes were able to see the streams of blood that went down the sides of the ivory coated mare her mouth who grinned like the devil she was.

“Because, I have a score to settle with you.” Rarity continued to speak in the dark joy while her cloak moved itself up and revealed her bat wings to her prey. Her posture suddenly became more intimidating and surreal at the same time.

“No,” was the last word to be spoken by Trixie before she just fell back in her bed. The hoof that was pressed against the wound had just left it. And in initial response from the body were the liquids that squirted out of it again.

“Check, and mate,” spoke Rarity in a cold tone. She hopped on the bed once more and began to lick the wound for a last time. Trixie had passed out from the loss of blood and it was just what the unicorn wanted. She just laid on her bed, lifeless and her eyes closed off from the world. The only thing that indicated that she was alive was the open wound that was caused by the vampiric mare.

But even though she was an easy target, Rarity couldn't find it in her to end the life of the showpony. “Your time has not come yet, my prey,” she spoke while a hoof stroked through the mane while she licked her lips clean from the blood that was found on them. “Good blood though, I must admit that.” After that she proceeded to give a kiss upon the forehead of the mare while her horn charged itself up within the blue aura. A piece of cloth was brought over to the wounds and firmly pressed itself against it before being tied together. Then she just jumped off the bed as a whole.

The door of the wagon opened itself with the help of her magic as the horn was still charged. Rarity left the wagon and closed the door again before resuming the journey back to her home once more. With her stomach at least filled with some blood she took a gentle pacing while her eyes rose up the moon that stood high above her and her horn discharged completely.

At first there wasn't anything special to notice about it. But as her red rimmed eyes looked better toward it but around the object there was the same kind of red coloring to be seen. Rarity didn't notice that coloring at first and only released a smirk at the rock up in the skies. As a couple seconds had passed by before her wings had curled themselves back up around her body and she simply lowered her eyes again. Rarity was ready to continue on her way home. She had more than enough from the day and all that she required and wanted was the fact to sleep.


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While the unicorn saw her home standing in the distance, she took note that some light could be seen through the closed curtains and she only blinked in response. “D-Did I forgot to turn off the lights or something?” she eventually mumbled to herself and increased her pacing a bit more. When she was close enough, her horn charged itself up and she opened the door carefully. She feared just what could possibly inside of her home. But if it was a burglar then the tables would be turned quickly into her favor.

  As she made her way into the building there was a set of voices that originated from the  living room. A set of voices that were a little bit too well known for her. Rarity made the decision not to remove the cloak yet from her back and she closed the door a bit too loud.

The sound of the door that fell shut caught in the ears of the ponies that were visiting her and their sounds fell silent. Rarity carefully made her way through the archway that would have led her into the living room and on the sight to be seen, her eyes shrunk to the smallest possible size while the feeling of just galloping up the stairs took its turn in her guts.

“Hey sis!” the cracked voice of a young filly pierced itself within the ears of the unicorn as a set of green eyes went through her marrow and bone.

Rarity as simply stunned just by who was visiting her and after some stuttering gibberish she regained the ability to at least speak words normally again. “E-Evening S-Sweetie.” The mare gulped at the sight of her sister actually being there. Mostly for the very fact that her changes weren't yet discussed with her sister. Nopony even knew about the being she had become. But knowing her little sister’s nature, she and her friends would find it out one day sooner or later.

The young filly released a small chuckle before she spoke up again. “Aaaw, you are surprised, aren't you?”

“One, one can certainly say that yes.” Rarity replied as the situation had come to near impossible.

And in order to make matters even worse, it was finally revealed that Sweetie had a mulberry coated foreleg around her shoulders as she sat down next to somepony on the sofa. Curiously had Rarity moved her red rimmed eyes over to the pony to who the leg belonged too and hoped that it would be who she thought it was.

Yet she only got a second heart attack, if her heart would still beat that was. For it was the complete opposite of who she thought that it was. “Hey Rarity,” the other pony spoke up in a feminine voice. For where she thought to find her mother, she instead found nopony else then Twilight Sparkle.

The purple maned unicorn found herself then in a situation she wanted to avoid at all costs. For she either had to tell the truth or lie around it once more against her friend and against her sister for the first time. Her heart said the first, her brain spoke the second.

“Sweetie, it is time for you to go bed.” Rarity replied under a warm smile. The young filly hopped off of the sofa and made her way over to her sister. She wanted to nuzzle her deeply after a long time of not having seen her. The elder sister couldn't resist the eyes Sweetie gave her and she lowered her head in order to nuzzle her beloved sister.

“Sis, w-why are you so cold?” Sweetie asked as she felt the cold nose of Rarity which made her own nose twitch a little bit.

“Well, it is not that warm outside. And I haven’t gotten the time yet to warm myself up. But now, hurry up to bed, or I get trouble with mom,” replied Rarity under the smile.

The little filly gave a nod before she went up the stairs and galloped into her own room. Sweetie would have dropped herself on her bed in - what could be considered - a record time. It wouldn’t have been later that Rarity could be found standing within the doorway. The mare still had the cloak around her body and a smile while her eyes gently laid themselves on the blanket covered Sweetie. Oddly enough, the filly didn't ask anything about her eyes even though they were looking at each other right in them for a couple seconds.

Maybe Twilight told her already, she thought to herself before a small song left her in a hum. Under the loving sounds of the humming, Sweetie snuggled up against her blanket and pillow while she cuddled her head against her stuffed animal. The green rimmed eyes closed themselves off from the world and she left the earthly realm in order to trade it for the dreamy one.

The sight that was caught within the eyes of Rarity made it impossible to resist her sisterly feelings. Even though the two differed almost literally day and night from each other in personality, even though they took the blood from below the other’s hooves, they still loved the each other as much as they loved their parents. The elder mare continued to hum some tunes while she walked closer to her sister and tucked her in a bit more comfortable. The humming eventually died down as her lips moved over to the filly’s forehead and give a kiss upon it. A kiss as only a sister could do that.

A smile appeared on the filly’s face as she slowly drifted off even further into her much needed sleep. Rarity smiled in return before she left the bedroom and closed the door almost entirely.


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Before she would go back downstairs and listen to what Twilight had to tell had Rarity to undress herself. Thus she made her way over to her own bedroom where she quickly took off her cloak. With a simple charge of her horn it got untied and lifted off her body with grace. The incognito batwings were revealed as her gown and after it did the mare quietly made her way down the hallway and stairs in order not to wake up her little sister. But she still had to deal with the second unexpected visitor of the night. Something that was not going to be pretty.

When Rarity reached the living room and made her entrance, she found her friend still sitting in the sofa. Her activity was not much with the exception of entertaining herself in her own mind. “May I ask what the occasion is for this late night visit? I thought you didn't like to travel through the dark,” spoke Rarity up while she made her way further into the room. “Hmhmhm, where are my manners? Would you like something to drink?”

“No thank you, Rarity,” replied Twilight as she shook her head gently. The seamstress gave an understanding nod and took place in a chair that stood in the opposing side as the sofa. The violet eyes of the librarian fell upon the red rims of Rarity before she continued to speak. “But the reason why I am here, is because I wish to discuss some things with you, maybe a little personal things, but they still need to be discussed.”

“Hm? What do you wish to discuss then, especially at this hour,” the vampony questioned as she kept her own eyes in contact with those of Twilight.

“Well, your condition mostly,” she replied.

“This again Twilight? Didn't we already discussed this before?” spoke Rarity under a gentle grown of discomfort.

“We have yes. Because earlier today, I spoke with Rainbow and a couple interesting facts surfaced.” Twilight said as she looked even deeper into the eyes of Rarity. “Facts about you.”

“And... facts like?” Rarity questioned after she gained a curious gaze within her own eyes. Even though the possible fact that she could be discovered by one of her friends, still caused her to be curious to her words.

“The fact that you never, ever, wore your glasses for eyesight reasons, thus it couldn't be replaced with contact lenses.” Twilight confessed without any form of shame.

Rarity just looked the other unicorn into the eyes and gave a gentle chuckle. But as the words left her mouth, the tone of irritation could be found within the undertone. “Fine, you wish to know why? Well, you probably know that genes create a pony’s eyecolor right? I am having a rather, rare, gene which causes to switch my eye colors. It happened at young age, that my eye color changed to sapphire blue. But over the course of time, they changed back to their original color. These red rims are my real eye color. There, happy now? Happy you know a long lasted secret of mine?”

In response to the spoken words and some thinking of her own, Twilight gave a small nod of acceptance. “I see Rarity. But there is one more question I have for you.”

“Go ahead, Twilight.”

“A-Are you, by any chance, a vampony?” Twilight spoke with a shaky voice before she leaned a bit more forward in the sofa.

Rarity gazed at her friend with a confused gaze before she erupted out in a polite laughter. “Oh dear goodness darling, everypony knows they do not exist. They are just a myth, a ponytale meant to scare you.”

“Well then, can you explain to me why you did wanted those books on vamponies and also, explain this?” Twilight said in a bit more of a serious tone. She followed it up by charging up her horn and threw the newspaper which Rainbow and herself had been reading earlier that day on the table. She simply pointed to the article about Mixmaster and Rarity caught the signal of it.

“The books are explained easy enough. I got an order to make a vampiric or gothic styled dress and needed more information on the subject. And what is..?” the vampiric unicorn pleaded for herself before she took the newspaper with her own magic. She read the pointed article and it didn't came as a true surprise that it had made the front page. After a loud exhale she spoke the words in her defense. “Yes, I did leave the place with him yes, that is no lie. But after we got here, our ways parted and I went to bed, Twilight.”

The other mare gave her another nod and seemed to be taken the lie that was spoken. “I see, but I’m afraid I have to go now. The time is getting a bit too late for my comfort and Spike isn't home either, so I am all on my own... And my bed is at best at this time. We probably see each other tomorrow again.”

Rarity nodded to her words with a lip curled smile and followed Twilight to the door where she simply left the boutique. The ivory unicorn stood in the doorway and waved over to her friend as she made her way back to her own home.


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After the door of the boutique had fallen down in its lock for the last time of the evening, Rarity charged up her horn once more and all the candles in the building extinguished themselves before she made her way up the stairs. But her mind rambled over the events that happened.

You need to be more careful, Rarity. This only happened what, three, four days ago? You must keep this secret at all cost... Hide your ways better, hide your secret better, that is your way of survival now. Hide, remain in the shadows and deny every, single, thing, she thought deeply in herself while she reached her own bedroom. Rarity simply dropped herself in her open bed and she curled herself up on the mattress. She used her mane and tail as a pillow and closed her eyes in order to get some much needed sleep.

With the whole day and part of the night being awake, it had been wearing deep on her mind and within minutes she found herself in a peaceful slumber. As the moon kept showing itself over the land it had maintained its light red coloring around it. Something that it would keep for the rest of the night and show in the fullest of glory’s.

But unknown to her was that an even bigger danger was waiting for her in the future. Something that wasn't her secret being leaked out, nor the possible fury of the princesses. It wasn't even her friends breaking their friendships with her because of her conditions. Something that could be considered equally as terrible.