She floated in darkness. Nothing to be seen and no source of light. Yet she could still see herself. Her light yellow coat. A long, flowing pink mane coming from her head. Delicate hooves and fluffy wings. She looked around, searching for something, anything, to hold on to.
She wanted to cry, but no tears came. She could feel a strong animal instinct pushing against her whenever she tried to move or speak, and she could feel the pain from when it all started still ebbing away at her. The one time she had almost broken free, when she kissed Rarity, she had something drawing her out of the darkness. But then the evil came back and knocked her aside, and she drank her best friend's blood.
She knew that nothing would bring her back to the way she was. But that didn't mean she couldn't try and take control again. And this time, she was going to succeed. For Rarity. For all the ponies who she has caused pain and misery for. She was going to take control again and get rid of the vampire plague surging through her. And nothing was going to stand in her way.