"The Bird of Hermes is my name. Eating my wings to make me tame."
The guard's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. The room, which earlier that day had held living, breathing slaves ready to be sold on the black market as well as their guards, was now littered with corpses. The air was misted red, and every surface was slick with blood. In the center of the carnage, covered in blood, was a single pegasus mare. Through the parts of her that weren't covered in blood, he saw a yellow coat, and a flowing pink mane. Gripped by fear, he gripped his crossbow, a top of the line repeater model, in his telekinetic grip. "Who are you?! What happened here?!"
That got the mare's attention. Slowly, she turned and looked at him, and the guard faintly noted a warm, wet sensation flowing down his hind legs. The mare's eyes had slitted pupils, and her blood red irises seemed to glow in the shade of her mane. As the light of the full moon came through a window and illuminated the mare, her lips parted to reveal her teeth, and a pair of fangs that glinted in the light. "More blood..." she muttered as she licked some of the blood around her mouth and grinned an animalistic grin.
The guard turned and tried to bolt out of the room, but found the mare in his face, still grinning. Scrambling back, his hooves struggling to find purchase on the bloodsoaked floor, he whimpered as tears of absolute terror flowed down his cheeks. "Stay back! Stay away from me!" he screamed as he fired a bolt at her. The bolt's path was true, and it buried itself in her chest. At first he thought he had slain the mare, but then watched in horror as she looked completely unfazed. Lifting her right hoof, the end of the appendage gruesomely split into a hand with four fingers tipped in vicious looking talons. Gripping the bolt, she ripped it from her chest. To his horror, there was no splatter of blood. In fact, the wound didn't bleed at all, and his gaze was drawn to her fangs as the wound repaired itself, leaving not even the slightest indication that she had been injured at all. As she grinned wider, he tried to back away further, but found himself against the wall. "Please... Please spare me..." he whimpered as the pony, no, monster approached him at a sedate pace, seeming to relish in his terror, her talons scraping against the floor and the sound echoing off the walls in horrifying concert with the sound of her hooves.
The mare stopped several feet from the guard and watched him for several moments. His crossbow lay forgotten in his terror. She'd had her fill during her unfortunate frenzy*. But there was another belly to fill with vitae*. "Schoolgirl. Come here. It's time for you to feed."
"Okay. Master, my name is Moondancer," a young mare said as she entered the room, clearly having some trouble ignoring the blood and corpses. This one was a unicorn with a white coat, purple eyes, and a flowing red mane with highlights the same shade of purple as her eyes. And like the pegasus, she had fangs. "And do I have to?"
"You do," the pegasus said. "The Beast* won't let you go without vitae. Either you feed, or it eventually takes control and feeds for you. And we can't have you on a feeding frenzy."
"Like what you did here, Master?" Moondancer asked.
"Mine wasn't a feeding frenzy, schoolgirl," the pegasus said. "Now feed."
"Alright, Master," Moondancer relented before approaching the guard, fangs bared. Pinning him with unnatural strength, she bit into his neck, lapping up the warm blood that flowed. She couldn't hold back a moan as she felt it flow down her throat. Drinking her fill, Moondancer released him and licked the wounds, sealing them as her sire* had taught her.
As she stepped back, the guard slumped down as he felt the effects of having some of his blood drained. Looking up, he saw the two creatures turn to leave the room. He had survived. He was going to live. As he got to his hooves, he noticed that they had stopped at the door. "Master?" he heard the one called Moondancer say. "Just a moment, schoolgirl." He saw the pegasus turn to him, and froze as her gaze fell on him, his burning terror returning. "Just need to..." her pleasantly smiling face split into a feral grin as her teeth erupted into pointy fangs. "Snip a loose end!" The guard only had time to scream as the monster leapt across the room and pinned him down, her talons ripping open his gut. Pain erupted from his body as he felt his organs partially spill out of him before those fangs tore into his right foreleg and ripped it off. Several organs were torn out before her fangs sank into his throat and tore it out in a splatter of blood.
"So that's your field report," the unicorn mare on the board of directors for the company known as the Cheiron Group said, a cigar between her lips as she stared at the two vampires before her.
"Yup," the pegasus said.
"So you broke into the warehouse," the unicorn mare continued.
"Yup," the pegasus chirped with a grin.
"You slaughtered all the slavers."
"Dead."
"And the slaves as well after you went into a frenzy."
"Unfortunate, but ultimately merciful."
"And scared the shit out of the last slaver before having the schoolgirl feed on him."
"It was good for her."
"And then you gave the slaver a spot of hope before violently mutilating him to death."
"A little kindness before snipping a loose end."
The cigar smoking unicorn stared at the pegasus for several seconds. "You need to stop going on walks, Fluttershy."
So I'm sure you're wondering how all this happened. Well, it all started a thousand years ago, on the night that Nightmare Moon was defeated. I was in the woods at midnight calming the animals when I was attacked by somepony. The next thing I knew, I had woken with fangs, and the one that attacked me explained that I was now a vampire of Clan Gangrel* He showed me the ropes and introduced me to the Ordo Dracul*. I've been with them for the last thousand years, and am now one of the most powerful vampiric agents the Cheiron Group has. About a week ago I saved a mare named Moondancer from a vampire attack. She was mortally wounded, so I embraced* her and made her into a new vampire.
(The evening after Moondancer's transformation.)
Moondancer groaned as she lay up in her bed, taking stock of her surroundings before seeing the smiling pegasus on her bed. Startled, she let out a quick scream.
"Tell me, schoolgirl. What's it like to be dead?" she inquired.
"Dead?" Moondancer asked in confusion.
"It was your choice to walk the path of the vampire," her visitor said before getting her a mirror.
Moondancer looked in the mirror and grinned as she looked at her new fangs before recoiling and letting out a horrified scream.
"You're too loud, schoolgirl," a new voice said.
Turning, Moondancer saw a unicorn in a business suit with a blue coat, green eyes, and a cigar between her lips.
"I don't care if you are a vampire. You're still a unicorn. Have some manners."
Moondancer looked sheepish. "So where am I, exactly?"
"This is the Canterlot branch of our headquarters," the unicorn said. "We are the Cheiron Group. To the public, we are a company that specializes in technological and pharmacological advances. Behind the scenes, we fight against the hostile creatures of the night, a duty charged to us by Princess Celestia herself. We're the monsters that protect Equestria from the other monsters. And we have no qualms about employing such entities to do our work, like Fluttershy here. She's been on the payroll for centuries."
"And who are you?" Moondancer asked.
"I'm a member of the board of directors," the unicorn said. "My name is Integra. And you may eventually meet my fellow directors, Fairbrook and Wingates. As for the near future, given your condition, you will be working for us from now on."
"But my studies!" Moondancer protested.
"You'll be given a similar arrangement as your sire*," Integra said. "We've already prepared a vessel for you to use while your true body sleeps. This vessel will allow you to go out in daylight and be a part of society. It'll be as though you were never embraced. And at night, you'll do work for us and study in your spare time."
"But..." Moondancer muttered before feeling a hoof on her shoulder. Looking at its owner, she saw Fluttershy's smiling face. And it was a genuine smile.
"It's a lot to take in, but you'll adjust," Fluttershy said. "Or you won't. In which case, I'll put you down quickly and painlessly." That last part got a nervous chuckle from Moondancer.