"Why, Rarity, I really am glad that you decided to give me a second chance."
"That's miss Rarity too you."
Throughout the lonely night air that occupied the old courtyard rang the crystal-like, eerie sound of the slowly opening door. The space in which the noise found its habitat was absolutely ridden with a cold mist, brushing the grounds of the landscape with its soothing liquid whispers. The subtle wind licked its way through the lush grass, which appeared dead in the heavy moonlight. The curving snake of a breeze twisted, turned, and found itself wrapping around the pure white hooves of two subjects. Through the heavy fog, it would be net to impossible to see them without walking across the courtyard and nearly knocking into them. But the wind found them easily identifiable as it curled its way into their freshly groomed hair.
The moonlight seemed to fight with the long, dismal shadows cast by the large structure that towered in front of the two unicorns. Why they would want to go in was a mystery to anyone who didn't know reason beyond reason. The entire thing looked dreadfully unstable, the vines that slithered from the grounds curling around it like a python. It was extremely tall, the kind of building that you know must be fairly old fashioned to still be standing. It is assumed that old structures of Equestria were more stable, and the tower was somewhat living proof of that. No windows occupied the mass of wall space, the only opening appeared as an opening was a large, heavy stone door.
The subject of the door was emitting the odd creaking noise. And Rarity had to admit, for a royal castle, it looked simply dreary. Not at all what she had expected in the castle of Blueblood. The door finished grinding its way open, the entrance to the castle becoming prominent and clear. Beyond the door lay a long, red carpet putting the silver lining on the long, next to empty hall. The pathway was illuminated by torches hanging precariously on their supports. Rarity nodded her head daintily, making a note of this as she walked past them, head high. Her mane bounced elegantly, half bathed in the flame-light. Following the high society mare was a stallion that knew the name of Blueblood.
The second chance to win the fair lady Rarity was a chance that the prince was taking seriously. He had realized his luck to know a mare that wielded one of the elements of harmony and respected royalty. Mostly, he just didn't want his sister to keep pestering him about finding a marefriend. So by the logic that Rarity couldn't be that bad, he decided to ask her for another chance. After all, she was an eligible mare for a handsome stallion like him. The reason that Rarity had decided to give him a second chance was simple. Simple, but impossible for the reasonable mind to understand. So, by the means of some discussion, a second date was arranged.
"I do hope you are enjoying yourself miss Rarity."
"I suppose."
So far, Rarity wasn't the least impressed with this proclaimed castle. Her view was rapidly altered as the hall faded into another area, which presented itself as a new excitement. The dismal shadows of the hall were quite a contrast to the marble walls, shining brightly as the stars. The walls leaked down into a crystaline floor, so clean that a reflection could easily be seen in its liquid light surface. The room was blessed with a long mahogany dining table that rested in the spot center of the area. Apon the table lay the most widespread and glorious feast that the light could have laid eyes on. In fact, the natural light had and probably never would lay its eyes on the feast, which was entirely its loss. The lack of natural light in the room was slightly discomforting, but the chandelier swaying gently above the table made a good replacement.
Rarity felt the rousing urge to squeal aloud in delight, but her posture was regained in a self reminder that she was to play hard to get in order for her plan to work. She walked up to one of the chairs, her hoof-steps dainty and collected as she heard the tinkling of her gem studded slippers against the crystal floor. She sat herself down in one of the chairs, her eyes scanning the array in front of her as Blueblood found himself in the chair opposite her. He nodded his head politely as he offered her the honor of cutting the bread, raising a knife and a loaf of the highest of quality bread. She smiled graciously and took them, the aura around the utensil and the bread changing color to blue.
And with a blood curdling scream that flurried away and bounced all around the majestic room, Rarity raised her head and jerked the knife into her princes shoulder, her eyes widening in pleasure as an equally curdling scream of matching intensity was raised from Blueblood's muzzle, the floor quickly loosing its pure sheen as blood pooled onto the floor in a wave, accompanied by the falling stallion. His eyes dulled and he thrashed in a panic, trying desperately to get off of the floor as Rarity gathered herself, leaped over the table, and landed straight before Blueblood, her gaze maniacal.
"I GUESS YOUR NAME DECEIVES, BLUEBLOOD! WHAT LOVELY RED BLOOD YOU HAVE!" She cackled madly as Blueblood writhed on the floor in agony, watching in pain as the scarlet blood spilled from his shoulder. "No amount of punishment could make up for how you embarrassed me at the gala. YOU DON'T DESERVE TO EXIST!" Blueblood's eyes widened and wondered across the room, his gaze locking with the angry mare in front of him for a moment, pulse slowly decreasing and the room around him fading. Every muscle in his body slowly began to numb, his fight against the unavoidable becoming harder, his efforts in vain. "That's right. Let do darling." Rarity inspected the knife carefully, her smile becoming thoughtful. "I believe that I will be keeping this.. as a momento of our second date." Rarity slowly walked away from the prince, her glass shoes leaving blood scattered among the floor and the half blood-soaked knife partially reflectin the scene she left behind her. "Goodbye my prince. You'll never forget miss Rarity, will you?"
The triumphant giggle sounded, shaking the very depths of Blueblood's soul as his eyes felt themselves being dragged closed.