Mr. Warts arrived a few evenings later, carrying a bouquet of flowers. He was wearing a lime green vest and a bow tie. Fluttershy accepted the flowers with utmost shyness and led him to the living room where Applejack, Scootaloo and I were waiting. I gripped my back chair tightly and rocked back and forth. My legs felt rubbery, and my stomach felt as I’d swallowed a heavy rock.
I still couldn’t believe that Fluttershy invited Mr. Warts into her house! Why not just invite him for a picnic outside? Applejack stepped forward to shake hooves with the librarian. “We’ve been meaning to invite you for quite a while,” Applejack told him, smiling. “We want to thank you for the excellent job of taking care the library for our friend.”
“Yes,” Fluttershy joined in. “It’s really meant a lot to Twilight.”
Mr. Warts glanced at me uncertainly. I could see he was studying my expression. “I’m glad,” he said, forcing a tight-lipped smile.
Mr. Warts lowered himself unto the couch. Fluttershy offered him a tray of crackers with cheese on them. He took one and chewed on it delicately. Scoots sat down on the rug. I was still standing behind the armchair, gripping the back of it so tightly, my hooves ached. I hadn’t ever been so nervous in all my life.
Mr. Warts seemed nervous too. When Applejack handed him a glass of iced tea, Mr. Warts spilled a little on his vest. “It’s such a humid day,” he said. “This iced tea hits the spot.”
“Being a librarian must be interesting work,” Fluttershy said, taking a seat beside Mr. Warts on the couch. They chatted for a while. As they talked, Mr. Warts kept darting glances at me. Scoots, sitting on the floor, drummed her hooves on the carpet.
Fluttershy and Applejack seemed calm and perfectly at ease. Mr. Warts seemed a little uncomfortable. He had glistening beads of perspiration on his shiny round forehead.
My stomach growled loudly, more from nervousness than hunger. Nopony seemed to hear it.
The three chatted a while longer. Mr. Warts sipped his iced tea. He leaned back on the couch and smiled at my friend. “It was kind of you to invite me. I don’t get too much home invitation nowadays.What are we going to do exactly?”
“Eliminate you!” Fluttershy said, standing up and going to a curtained door.
“What?” Mr. Warts raised a hoof behind his hand behind his ear. “I didn’t hear you correctly. What are we gonna do, again?”
“Eliminate you…” Flutteshy repeated, as she opens the curtain and a pair of blades displayed in a pedestal is shown.
“Ullllp!” Mr. Warts let out a little cry and turned red. He struggled to raise himself from the low couch. But Flutteshy and Applejack were too fast for him. Applejack kicked him to the head stunning the guy.
Fluttershy’s fangs appeared and her eyes turned crimson red while holding the two blades. She started to chop him up bits by bits. Scoots laughed gleefully, and I had a big smile on my face.
Scoots and I aren’t capable of doing such thing, since we’re only scouts for monsters who stumble on town. Although, I tend to say monster stories that sometimes give them false information, which is why I need Scoots with me to validate my claim… at least we caught it now.
A moment later, the former librarian is now reduced to nothing but a pile of red meat. “We’ll that’s that,” Applejack said, standing up and straitening her mane. Then she turned to Scoots and me. “That’s the very first monster to come to Ponyville in disguise.” She told us. “Luna said we keep it subtle and hunt those mutant changelings who eat living animals, that’s why she made Fluttershy the main hit-pony for this job.
“And that’s why it took me so long to believe you, Dashie.” Fluttershy added, her fangs and eyes returned to normal. “And maybe, who knows… in a few years, you might learn how to hold one of these…” She waved the blades in the air.
“I want a pair too!” Scoots yelled happily. “Then maybe, I might become a Monster Hunter someday!”
Fluttershy giggled. “Someday…”
“Besides, we can’t let anyone know that Fluttershy is a Vampony… otherwise, she’ll be run out of town! We don’t want that. We love her here!” Applejack said, as she heads out of the door. “Same as the others... No one should know about what we do after dark.... Well, it’s been fun, but ah’ll be leavin’ now… G’night everypony!” She waved, and leaves for home. We waved back goodbye then went to clean up.
Later that night, I was on Fluttershy’s guest rooms upstairs along with Scootaloo. She was all tucked in, and I was telling her a bedtime story.
“…And so the librarian hid behind the tall bookshelf,” I said in a low whispery voice. “And when the little filly named Scootaloo reached up to pull a book from the shelf and grabbed the boy and~.”
“Dashie, how many times do I have to tell you?” I glanced up to see Fluttershy standing in the doorway, a frown on her face. “I don’t want you frightening your little sister,” She scolded. “You’ll give her nightmares. Now, come on, Dashie – no more monster stories.”
THE END