Music of the Night

by Bakmah Genesis

Intro: A Cry in the Night

"You be careful out there, Octavia. You know I don't like you heading out on the streets after dark." A brown earth pony stallion stood in the doorway of the back entrance to the auditorium. "You should at least get yourself somepony to take you home on of these days."

Octavia, a mare of average height, laughed as she hoisted her cello up over her shoulder. "Fredric, I've been up and down these streets since I was a filly. I will be fine." said Octavia, smoothing out her red dress with her hands.

"Still, with the recent string of brutal murders, I don't want to hear your name among the dead." Fredric shook his head. "Just promise to call me when you get home safe, please? And call me when you don't feel something is right, I'll run over to you as fast as I can."

The grey mare chuckled. "Will do, Fredric. You get home safe, too. I'm sure your wife is getting worried." said Octavia with a wink as she turned around, starting off into the night. Fredric chuckled before closing the auditorium doors.

Octavia gave a small shiver, wishing she brought a coat for the evening. She had hurried out the door for her concert that night that she nearly forgot to tune her cello and completely forgot the need of a coat at night. It was fall, after all. The difference in tempatures between day and night was growing larger as winter approached.

The earth pony casted her gaze to the sky, finding the moon eerily red that night. Despite her self-reassurances that she would be fine, she was starting to grow scared of the shadows around her. Octavia took a deep breath before continuing forward.

For the past month, there had been an increase in brutal murders, bodies turning up torn apart on occasions. Usually, it was filled with bullet holes or decapitated. The worst part of it all, the Royal Guard didn't seem overely worried about it all. Neither did the three princesses.

Octavia herself had seen a few ponies she knew come up in the list of dead. While she wasn't fully aqcuainted with them, their deaths still shocked her. No pony deserved the fates that they were given.

Octavia sighed as she turned down into the alley way she used as a short cut to her apartment. Fredric would have thrown all sorts of fits if he ever found out that she even went near an alley way on her daily commute.

Octavia froze in her tracks as the lights in the alley suddenly were blown out. "Fredric, if you end up being right, I will haunt you." muttered Octavia, carefully continued down the alley way. She bit her lip as she scanned around her.

There was a low growl and the sound of claws on pavement behind her. Octavia whipped around, finding nothing. The mare took a deep breath, walking backwards slowly. She froze as her back came against a broad figure, fur tickling her back.

Octavia turned to find herself with what looked like a six foot wolf, except with hands and standing on two legs. The wolf stared at the mare with glowing red eyes, it's teeth barred in a snarl as a low growl slowly rolled from its throat.

"G-good p-puppie?" Octavia backed up. "Damnit, Fredric, I hate it when you are right." gulped the mare. The wolf growled before pouncing on her. Octavia could only watch in horror as it descended upon her just before her world melted into darkness.

"Lady." Octavia groaned, her eyes screwing shut as she squirmed. "Come now, wakey wakey~". Octavia muttered something, eliciting a sigh from the unknown voice. "Wake the fuck up, lady!"

Octavia's eyes shout open, the mare letting out a choked gasp before coughing up blood. She fell back onto the pavement, trying and failing to get air into her lungs. A dark figure came into her view, silhouetted by the moon.

"Look who decided to wake up." said a clearly female voice. The figure looked over her body, tasking as she took it in. "You don't look so good, Cello Lady."

Octavia lifted her head just enough so she could see herself. Her breathing intensified as she saw the chunks of flesh missing from her body, blood pouring from the multiple claw marks on her body. Her left leg had even been completely torn off. The mysterious mare shook her head.

"Such a shame when ponies go and get attacked by werewolves. Nasty bastards when not tamed." The mare grinned, her fangs flashing brightly in the pale light of the moon. "Oh, but this is still very good for you, miss."

The figure leaned closer to Octavia's face. "You got two choices, as I see it. You can choose to stay here and die from major blood lose after hours of pain and suffering, or I can heal you. Now, there is a catch to this package." The mare's face was now right in front of Octavia's. "Once I heal you, you must do what I tell you to do. I say jump, you jump. I say duck, you duck. I say kill, you kill. I say die, you die, and no doing otherwise." The figure sat up, her fang's flashing as she grinned. "Now, what would it be missy?"

Octavia attempt to speak, but only gurgling sounds came out as blood filled her throat and caused her to cough it out again. "Alright. Reach to me if you want to be healed, stay out and close your eyes if you want to die, got it?" said the mare with a sigh.

Octavia swallowed, her throat amazingly dry as she extended a hand, tears forming in her eyes. The figure grinned. "Look here, we got a volunteer." A pair of bat wings spread out behind the mare as she placed her hands on either side of Octavia's head. "Once I do this, there is no going back. No refunds. Are you ready?" Octavia slowly nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The figure grinned before opening her maw, revealing her fangs as she descended onto her neck. Octavia closed her eyes as she waited for her fate.

Octavia blinked as she found herself no longer in the alley or torn apart. The area around her was plain white. It stretched for miles in all directions. Octavia looked down over herself before quickly placing her hands over her chest and crossing her legs with a blush.

"How does it feel, Cello Lady?" Octavia whipped around to find a yellow Pegasus floating cross legged in mid-air. She wore a leather jacket and black jeans. Octavia could make out a smirk behind her pink mane as she took a bite of an apple. "Well, how does it feel?"

"Wh-what does w-what feel?" Asked Octavia. Chuckled before turning her head, revealing her blood red eyes.

"Being dead, of course."

"Wh-what?! I thought you said you would save me!" Shouted Octavia, completely forgetting her lack of clothing as she threw down her arms in anger. The mare laughed, bat wings spreading out on either side of her.

"Relax, will you? Yes, I said I would save you, but you had to die for me to do just that. So, I kept my promise." The mare chuckled before taking another bite of her apple.

"That doesn't make any sense." Octavia rubbed her temples. "What did you do to me?"

The Pegasus was suddenly in front of her. "Do you believe in the supernatural, Cello Lady?" Octavia backed away.

"My name is Octavia, and no, I do not believe in the supernatural. What does this have to do with anything?"

"Easy! I'm a Vampony and you, Miss I-Never-Get-Any, are one too, now!" Said the mare with a grin. "You asked me to save you, I did."

Octavia looked at her with a blank expression. "A...a Vampony? Those don't even exist!" Octavia fell onto her bum, grabbing her head in her hands in fustration. "None of this makes any sense."

"Well," The mare crouched down and placed her hand on the earth pony's cheek. "I feel realm I look real, I sound real, and I sure as hell taste real." She laughed. "And after your run in with that werewolf, you are in no position to say supernatural doesn't exist, especially since you are a Vampony."

"What now?" Asked Octavia softly, looking up in the mare's eyes. The Pegasus grinned and grabbed her head with both hands.

"Wake up!"