The shrunken eyes of Rarity grew back to their normal size. Yet there also was a natural reaction that erupted in the cloaked mare. She just took the hoof of the other being and in one strong swing, she managed to toss it over her own body. The mysterious figure landed straight in front of the gravestone of the deceased stallion and during the lading did it crush the bouquet flat to the ground. It just laid there and it was finally revealed just who happened to be spying on Rarity. The wings of the cloaked mare were uncurled at a slow rate and even raised up from under the cloak. They then showed themselves to her prey in their fullest of glory whether it would be intentional or not.
Rarity’s head lowered itself while her body took a pose that was ready to attack. A dark hiss left her lips while her sapphire blue eyes turned slowly into the red coloring. “Why are you spying on me? What is it that you want from me. And above all, who send you?” she spoke against her curious watcher. The mare wasn't in the mood to play games and wanted her answers directly and straight to the point.
Against the tombstone laid another unicorn mare. One that was having an even whiter coat then she had which went accompanied by a pinkish mane and tail. Her elongated body made her almost as big as the princess of the moon, if not a bit bigger. Though instead of fearing the monster that had fallen in her eyes, she allowed a soft chuckle which was soon followed by a moan of pain that left her mouth.
Her eyes scanned the other unicorn from mane to hoof, Rarity recognized exactly just who it was as she wrapped the wings back around her body in an instance. The action allowed the cloak to conceal her body again once again for the other set of eyes. She hoped for the fact that the mare hadn't seen her yet, but fate always went the other direction then one desired.
“F-Fleur Dis Lee? W-Why are you, are you here?” managed Rarity to bring out. The feeling of regret boiled up in her once again. She wanted to help the unicorn against the stone but was held back by her mind for it was this mare who suddenly came to her. Another matter of mind over heart happened and the mind won as she didn't move a muscle.
“Darling,” replied Fleur in a calm manner as she just laid against the stone. She winched from the crash against the hard stone and had little to no idea of just how bad her injuries were. Her visible eye locked itself upon Rarity before she continued to talk. “There is no need to hide what you are around me.”
“E-Excuse me?” said Rarity in pure confusion as she sat down once again on the ground while not willing to be seen as a threat of some sort. The words of Fleur interested her to a certain degree for she was hadn't even the slightest of idea just what the mare could have meant with them. And given the situation, the other unicorn wasn't the biggest threat either.
“I know what you are, though I never quite understood just how you became... an alicorn,” the mare managed to reply. She released another groan of discomfort afterwards and tried to get up. Being the snobbish pony she was, she wasn't used to physical exhaustion and she wasn't used to the fact of being thrown against something. Physically she was weak but since she was a unicorn, she knew magic. But how much she knew it remained to be a mystery for almost everypony who spoke against her.
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Upon the speaking of the one simple but mighty word did Rarity her eyes grew smaller than ever before once again. The lids sealed them off from the world before she shook her head from side to side. Her thoughts kept pounding that one word into her brain. Alicorns, ponies granted with the horn of a unicorn and the wings of a pegasus. Holy beings and bringers of harmony. Spirits from other realms where no mortal ever had gone to. Rulers of the very day and night.
Though she was everything but that. Rarity was dark, unholy and a harbinger of both death and pain. An undead body doomed to wander the earth for eternity unless put to a violent, final rest. She gently shook her head in a disagreeable manner. “No, I am not an alicorn... Never even wished to be one. I, I am quite the opposite, Fleur,” she spoke. Though saying the words did she broke her promise to never speak of that what she had become. It just had to be done against the other mare, it was the least she could possibly too for the fiancé of the stallion who died by her actions. A daring move, one that might have cost her her life.
Then it were the eyes of the bigger mare which grew small as she ever so carefully asked a question that was on her mind. “Is, is it true then? T-The children of the night, e-exist?” Her tongue spoke genuine words that were spoken in utter surprise and even hinting towards fear for that what just was revealed. The eyes of Rarity opened once again and just stared over to Fleur’s light grayish, violet rimmed eyes.
A set of eyes that twinkled in the fires of the torches that kept the cemetery lit. A mysterious force was its origin but neither of the two cared at the moment. The cloaked mare wanted to speak the truth as it was, right in the face of the other mare but she couldn't. She couldn't just speak the words. Instead Rarity gave her a small nod to confirm the thoughts. “Sweet Celestia, how, I d-didn't know this,” the other unicorn spoke in response to the revelation that was made to her.
“I killed him, Fleur. Mindless for my everlasting thirst for blood, I forgot what happened for the longest of times. Until, until the dream that was given to me only a few hours ago. For my mind painfully let me relive those cursed couple of days,” said Rarity right into her face. She was confessing her terrible deeds to the mare that loved him ever so much. A dangerous combination to begin with.
While those words entered her ears, the very heart larger unicorn was literally shattered into tiny fragments on the spot. Yet she managed to keep her temper under control as she nodded in an understanding manner. With the rain which continued to just fall down in gentle drops, Fleur spoke her reply after she had wiped a tear and raindrop out of her eye. “I, suppose... that he was at the wrong time, at the wrong place...” Though deep in her body, on the place that once was her heart was the storm of rage both crawling and brewing. A rage that wanted to drive a stake through the heart of the vampiric unicorn ever so badly and as soon as possible.
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But the larger mare wasn't as uninformed as Rarity had thought she would have been. For the fancy mare played the game of being dumb and it was only the very first part of the game. A game out of where only one would come victorious. Fleur couldn't do it at the given moment because her position didn't allow it. Her next move had to wait until a more appropriate moment in time.
“I, I understand it if you hate me, or even wish to kill me. But allow me to tell you this. The words I spoke, are all true, I wished it rather was me than him,” the vampiric mare spoke. Her eyes closed themselves for more bloody tears to roll down her cheeks.
Fleur wanted to help her so much as her eyes looked saddened over to Rarity, to grant her the wish with all of her heart. She tried to stand up but there was a terrible pain that went through her body. Through that very shock was she finally going to inspect what her injuries were. Her head turned over to the parts of her body that made contact with stone before looking up on terror.
She found out that she was bleeding heavily just below her cutie mark. A sharp piece of loose stone had managed to find its way into her soft flesh and was the defendant of the deed. “N-No...” she mumbled softly to herself, but loud enough for Rarity to hear it.
The words entered the ears of Rarity and she opened her eyes. Her gaze was placed on the mare. Under a sniffle did she wipe her tears away with a gentle motion. “What is it, i-if I may ask?”
“L-Let’s say, my injuries are bigger than I expected... Y-You confirmed the legendary race, c-could another myth be c-confirmed, as well?” replied Fleur. She gained a more desperate look within her eyes with each second. She had laid out a plan for the vampony. A plan that had to wait as the situation she found herself in, was unexpected to say the least yet could play into her advantage.
“And the one you speak of, being?” Rarity asked out of pure curiosity. The unicorn of generosity was blinded by her own regret. At least far enough to not even question the words that were spoken. She had suspected nothing so far, unless the cards were reversed, but that chance seemed highly unlikely.
“V-Vampiric blood, o-on a mortal... s-supposed to heal their wounds a-as well,” answered Fleur. She tried to move herself afterwards. Under a groan and yelp of pain she released her body from the rock and held a hoof upon the wound. She could only hope that myth was true, or Rarity would have even more blood on her cloak then she already had.
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The vampiric unicorn stood up from her position and trotted over to the other mare and she brought her left foreleg to her mouth. Rarity just stood a couple seconds there. She was waiting and wondering if she was going to do it or not. But under a deep inhale, she sank her sharp fangs into her own leg and allowed it to bleed heavily as she swallowed some of her own ever so vile tasting blood. Her lips had turned red as she removed the hoof out of her face and brought it over to the mouth of Fleur. “D-Drink,” she then spoke up.
The other unicorn was watching a little in surprise to the actions before she took the hoof to her mouth and started to lick up the blood that left the wound. Every lick done was done under the moans of desperation, disgust and pleasure. For when the liquid raced into her mouth, the taste was literally unbearable but the legends did confirm themselves. Almost directly after the first swallow did Fleur remove the hoof from her flank, in order to hold the bleeding leg of Rarity.
When the second swallow took its turn, her wounds were starting to heal and seal up. But the vampiric blood had another and rather unforeseen side effect on her. For it made the mare stronger. She felt like she could take on the world there and then. Feeling to get revenge on the creature that killed her love whenever she liked. Everything was just too perfect to be true.
Fleur’s eyes kept themselves peeled upon Rarity while her horn charged itself up a little bit within a purplish aura. The vampiric mare noticed it happening and thought it to be a response of the body. That it would be filtering the blood she had given to her. But if she only knew the true reality about the magical charge.
For the magic was in fact searching for something. And after a bit of it, the magic had found a branch that laid a little further away from them. Though the branch alone wouldn't be enough to act like a stake, it needed to be broken. Deeply against her will began the mare to consume more blood under a moan of pleasure. The sudden action surprised Rarity by a lot and her ears missed the sound of the branch being snapped in half as she removed her bleeding foreleg. “Hey! You don’t get to drink everything,” she spoke to Fleur while the wound on her leg was almost sealed again.
The horn of the larger mare discharged itself again before she looked up to the other unicorn with questioning eyes. But Rarity was inspecting her hoof and thought about how long it would take before she was fully back again. In that little gap of time given to her, it was the larger unicorn who did a very quick and unexpected move. One which caused the tables to be turned around.
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Rarity was all of the sudden thrown against the gravestone as Fleur stood before her. The posh and larger unicorn held her head low as small puffs of steam left through her nostrils. A loud roar of thunder did its turn through the skies as the rain came falling down heavier and heavier upon them.
“W-What in all heavens!?” was all the disorientated Rarity could bring out while she was looking at her current situation. After a second of thinking she understood exactly what was going on. But it was too late already, for the deadly branch could be found in the right foreleg of Fleur. The broken branch that would be used as the stake and thus help Rarity to truly die for her crimes she had committed against ponykind.
“One wrong movement, and this here meets your heart, am I understood, demon?” the mare spoke in both a demanding and threatening tone. The vampony was driven in a corner and could try all that she wanted, but deep within her heart knew it was a lost cause. For the time being at least.
Rarity heeded the demands that were given to her while the enraged mare’s right hoof began to shake. Fleur was more than ready to just do it, to get revenge on the monster that killed her fiancé all those months ago. To end her weeping and continue on with her life as she wanted it to go. The desires were great and could be seen ever so clearly around the grayish violet rims the larger unicorn had.
The drops of rain continued to pour themselves over them and the land like the ones from the encounter with Trixie. They made their way down to the green grass while bolts of lightning kept illuminating the blackened skies. The waters of the skies caused the torches around the cemetery to lose their wonderful lights. Which meant that they were left alone in the dark. Something that played out rather helpful for the vampony.
With the lightning being the only true source of light that could be used by either party really see just what was going on, since the sun had set and the moon was blocked. But their eyes were adjusted to the darkness rather quickly and Rarity was still holding her position against the gravestone as Fleur her eyes stood on a kill. Yet somehow she managed to herself sane, even if everything had worked as she wanted and with the vampiric blood coursing through her veins, everything was too good to be true. A little bit too good, even. Yet a tear of pure sadness made its way down her face next to the rain.
A tear that was lost in the drops of rain that ran down her cheeks as well. “Months we were happily together, he never hurt a single fly in his life, the perfect stallion for any mare,” she spoke up in a saddened tone. Her mind was recalling all the days she had spent with him, loving and cherishing him like no other ever could before more tears were rolling down. Out of nowhere her tone changed again. It became one that was filled with anger, hate and despise while the blood vessels in her eyes widened themselves. “All gone because of you, you slaughtered him, I might return the favor to you, just as you wished it. An eye for an eye you know.”
“H-How do you know, it all?” the vampiric mare asked out of utter curiosity because Fleur wasn't there when Rarity did her pleading. Yet she was also praying to win herself some time in order to figure out a way, if not any way, to talk herself out of it.
“Patience, you piece of filth. Waiting on this nightmare forsaken graveyard day in, day out. For months I have spent here almost day and night, watching ponies who came to his grave to honor him. I tried to find it out, puzzling the pieces together. Until you spilled your words about him. Both against him, and me.” She was becoming more angry with each word she spoke.
“Shame honestly, you were such an amazing mare, almost as wonderful as me. I even considered letting you make my dress... But don’t worry too much though.” Her eyes moved over to the stake. Her mane were soaked from the downpour and she grinned like a madmare. “For it only hurts a lot. I suppose, the same amount of pain you gave him. What goes around, comes around.”
Rarity was just speechless and baffled about the spoken words. Though no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't come up with an excuse or plead for any of it. She had fallen for the trap that was set up because of her own moral and mortal feelings.
Yet instead of coming up with an excuse, despite the fact that she felt herself weak from her own blood loss, she allowed her mind to fall back a bit. To let it go back to the state of a hunter. All while she tried to turn the tables back into her favor. It was then the vampiric unicorn who would have started to wait for the right moment. The right moment for her great escape.
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In her mind it appeared to be minutes that were crawling by. But in reality it were mere seconds before the perfect opportunity revealed itself. There was a bright flash of lightning that came rushing down to the earth. The bolt searched for the closest point of impact and made contact with a tree. When the bolt of energy hit the branches, it caused a loud rumbling noise of impact.
That was only before the deafening sound of wood being split under moans filled the area and not even a second after it was accompanied by the loud roll of the thunder. The two events played into each other like a sick symphony that could be arranged by nature alone.
Fleur turned her head towards the sounds. Her initial response and tried to discover if it could do any harm. But Rarity took her full advantage with it. The unicorn rose up from her position and let out a deep wheeze. She just charged at Fleur and tackled her to the ground with ease. Under a yelp of her own, Fleur hit the ground below and her body covered itself in mud after she had dropped the stake out of surprise from the charge.
“G-Go ahead, end me, allow me to be with him again. Kill me, child of the night!” she begged to her attacker in a mocking and saddened tone. The vampiric unicorn looked down into the eyes of Fleur with a near death stare as deep exhales could be heard almost all the time. Rarity would have done it, if she didn't lock the beast up again.
Yet much to Fleur her surprise did the unicorn left her body without doing anything to it. The vampiric mare jumped back while she used her wings to glide a little bit before she allowed her soaked cloak to drop itself to the ground. It sucked itself upon the still dry, fur covered hips of the vampiric unicorn. And with that, it showed their fine lines which made every stallion fall for her.
The rims in her eyes were as red as blood itself. They were starting to have a hypnotizing effect on the larger mare as she looked in them. Upon feeling the pull in her body, Fleur set everything on everything to not look in them as Rarity spoke her ever so desired words. “No, you versus me. Let’s see how well it goes. The prize...” A deadly grin of sadistic joy took form below her muzzle. After that would she have spoken the final word in a tone of twisted pleasure. “Survive.”
Fleur shook her head in order to break out of the hypnotizing hold and didn't make a second go to waste. She managed to crawl back upon all four of her hooves. But before she knew it, she found herself and Rarity galloping towards each other.
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Then the rage just erupted between the two of them. The both of them rose upon their hindlegs and were dealing punches out with their forehooves. Their hooves made contact with the face, the belly, the forelegs of the other and ever so rare, the charging hoof of the other. A terrible sight to behold as the unicorns were battling it out like true barbarians of times that were from long ago. Yet there wasn't even a single magic spell was used which made it a battle of pure willpower and physical strength. A thing one had a lot of and the other near nothing.
Moans and groans could be heard from either mare as their hooves kept punching the other. “Why don’t you just die!?” Fleur shouted before she received a punch in the side.
“Because, I am living a curse!” snarled Rarity back. All of the sudden she felt a hoof in her throat. A punch that was meant for her chest, landed upon her throat. It caused the smaller mare to be knocked back by a great distance. Even with the pain, she returned to the fight and continued like nothing happened. With her wings uncurled was Rarity able to thrust herself forward at a greater speed and thus deliver harder punches but lost the speed within them.
Everything just kept going while the rain came pouring down only harder over them. It made the grassy ground to turn into an even bigger wasteland of mud. Though neither was sane enough to notice that and end the fight by allowing their magic to do the job for them. Fleur received the hardest blow that Rarity had ever given to a pony in her belly. Yet the vampony received a blow of the same force right into her face.
Under the sound of bones that were cracked and snapped that could be heard loud and clearly and as the hooves stayed in their position, the both of them fell backwards without moving another muscle for the passing seconds. Each of them fell within the mud in which Fleur had bathed in before.
The two just laid there for seconds upon them before their muscles were unlocked one after the other. They dropped their body parts down to the ground in exhaustion. Both Fleur and Rarity had given everything they possibly could already but the end was nowhere near in sight. Both of the unicorns could simply pray that they would be the victor of the pointless brawl.
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Rarity had regained the power over all of her muscles and she struggled a little bit in order to get back up on her hooves. Her wings were the true pain and were to be seen as obstacles of her body that prevented her from doing so a lot easier. But Fleur, despite the burning pain in her chest that felt like a rib was broken, managed to call upon some of her magic as she crawled back up on her hooves. She found the branch again and picked it up with no remorse. There was no doubt on her mind that she would avenge her fiancé and she would get her revenge. For she would become the one who would survive the struggle.
Out of the corner of her eyes did the vampony took note of the incoming projectile. Just before impact had she managed to get up and used her wings to take off into the skies. But the deed was already done. For the sharp point of the stake had torn open half of her underbelly. Not enough to kill her but enough to make her blood run freely out of her body. Rarity then crashed down into the pool of mud before she let her head just rest in it. She was ready to give it all up while she roared in pure pain.
Fleur erupted out in a pleasant chuckle to herself as her revenge was nearly completed, she almost had it done. Almost. For there was one thing that had to be done and that was finishing what she started. Her magic picked up the branch again and brought it over to her while she walked through the mud and rain. Her perfectly styled mane was nothing more but one muddy mess which hung before her left eye. “Seems I survived, lady Rarity. Are you ready for the final blow?” she spoke with a sick joy in her voice.
But the vampony didn't had the desire to die. Not by the hooves of the heartbroken and mentally incapable mortal. The real Rarity had lost herself in the grasp of the primal predator that housed in her once again. The roaring had died down and she spoke up in a demanding undertone. “Look me in the eyes when you do it...” And then she turned her head over into the direction of the larger unicorn.
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Within second did their eyes made contact and Fleur could feel the pulling of them, they pulled her towards the vampony. Not in the physical manner of the word but in a mental manner. Her mind got filled with just Rarity and it made her forget everything around her. Her plan, her hate, her desires, her regret and sadness. Fleur tried to struggle herself out from the hold, but everything she did just failed. After a couple of seconds she just stood there, tranquil and tame while letting herself to be soaked from the rain.
Rarity erupted out in a snicker to herself before she stood up under a painful moan. “Hmhmhmha, not so tough now, are you?” she spoke under some struggling of her own. Soon enough had she found herself back on her all four of her hooves and made her way over to the mare. When Fleur was in reach, Rarity slowly reached a hoof for her cheek to stroke it. “Seems I win, my slave,” she said in a triumphal tone.
“Y-You do, my m-mistress,” was the only reply she got out of Fleur.
What truly had happened was that the primal beast of Rarity had hypnotized Fleur. The mare was brought down so deep that she was locked with her. It was something she had done to a prey before, but never as powerful as then. Myths would say that Fleur was chained to the grave in order to serve the vampony until she either got released or one of them died. Their minds were connected with each other. Rarity could give her any mental order and she would execute it. “I always win darling, and call me ‘lady’ from now on please,” she spoke in a pleasurable yet dark manner.
The larger mare only gave a nod as a response before she took note of the injuries her lady had and dropped herself onto the ground almost out of instinct. “My lady, y-you are hurt, c-come and drink f-from me,” said Fleur before she presented her neck. Rarity made no time to waste and she lowered herself before the larger mare. She scanned the exposed neck after she placed a forehoof under the jaw of Fleur. The stone cold hoof sent a stone cold shiver through her and under a soft hissing sound did the vampony allowed her fangs to have sunk themselves into the body of her new found slave. A bite that allowed the red liquids of life to be gushing into her mouth. They were being swallowed and soon enough processed into her veins, it began to heal most of the wounds she had gotten from the fight as the storm kept raging its destruction while Fleur only released a couple moans of pleasure and pain.
With the passage of time Rarity released her slave and regained some of her more normal mindset. She looked upon the pinkish maned mare and spoke her words with lips that were covered in her blood. “You are mine, and mine alone.” It was in that moment that she began to question herself just how to tackle the situation then. What impact the mare, a slave of hers, would have on her life. Changes that were either for the better and the worse, was for certain.
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Many new aspects were being brought to light within that moment while Rarity then continued to drink from the larger unicorn her blood. Thoughts ran free of both the beast and the lady but the pony gave them no heed. She had won her duel and claimed her prize as she had earned it. Even if it was considered cheating.
Fleur her spirit was just crushed by the sheer ability of Rarity and et her mistress drink from her blood. The larger unicorn had sustained some serious injury from their pointless brawl and most notably, it was her broken rib. Winces of pain from both places did their turn ever so gently through the air. Of course they were caught by the vampony but she discarded them almost directly.
Yet with the mixed blood did create a cocktail for Rarity that had the same effect as beer. It was addicting as all hell. A dangerous combination for a mare of her calibers. The vampiric blood that still could be found in the body of Fleur was being used to repair the bone structure with. Even though it went slow, there was progress in it. It would take time before she was back to the perfect health state but she would get there.
Moans of pleasure were being made by Rarity while she kept continuing to feed off of Fleur’s blood and her wings flapped themselves a couple dozen times during it. She was in her true heaven but knew in the back of her head she had to be careful and this was only the beginning. But of what, she couldn't truly tell.