Orange's ears were trained on his companion, following the quiet noises of her pacing and each and every book she leafed through. "I have a question." He spoke without looking up at her, "Are you hungry for fruit, or blood?"
Wolf met his curious gaze. "Would either answer make you... nervous?"
He swallowed audibly, but shook his head in defiance. "Vampire or pony is alright."
"Would you really think that?" She approached him. "Would you lean your head to the side and let me take a little sip?"
Orange's attention on his book was shattered and he began to tap his forehooves. "Don't tease me like that... I mean, yes! Yes! If you had to drink blood. I wouldn't let you starve."
She smiled, her fangs displayed in the motion as she leaned in. "You're a gentle...pony."
"Vampony," corrected Orange, his wings flaring outwards in all their batly glory.
"Right right. I'm sure the produce quakes in fear of your coming."
"So?"
"So?"
"Fruit or blood?" Orange smiled briefly. "I want you to be fed."
"What are ya, mah mother?" She smirked at him before she slumped into a seat beside him, only to jump up. "Damn tail!" She reached back and sat down more carefully. "Stupid movies always make it look easier than it is. What's it even for besides getting people to stare at my backside?"
Orange put a hoof down in front of her on the table. "Wolf, answer me."
"Make me."
"Answer. Me." He glared at her defiantly, his ears pinned to his head.
"Right right." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Don't blow something, fuzzy geek." She leaned in on him. "Got an apple or orange or somethin' to test wit'?
Soon an orange and an apple were set before Wolf. Orange gave a fanged smile at the two. Both smelled delightful to him. "Alright, two options here."
Wolf pointed at Orange with a clawed finger. "Three."
He tensed a moment. "Ah, right... three. So which will it be?"
She lifted a fruit in either hand, giving a delicate sniff of each, then leaning in close. Her breath washed over the neck of the mildly shivering vampony as she let her fangs be felt on him. He went rigid as if to prepare for the attack, but it never came. His eyes only opened when he heard a crunch. She took a big bite out of the apple and was chewing it with a soft appreciative noise. "Damn things never tasted so good before."
Orange let out an explosive breath before clopping his hooves. "You're one of us then, um, keep that a secret from the Master for now, if you would?"
She plunged her sharp fangs into the fruit and it imploded, becoming a husk of its former self as she shuddered with a new pleasure. "Mmm, he can go stuff 'imself for all I care. At least you pretend to care about a lady."
"What? Pretend?" Orange sat up. "I have not been disingenuous."
"Look at who's bustin' out the big words." Wolf rolled her eyes. "I know your kind just fine, but you're easier to swallow than that dusty jerk."
"But I'm not! I've been completely truthful to you." Orange clopped a hoof, a pout on his lips. "You're the one that's been hiding things and playing evasive."
"Maybe." Wolf flashed her fangs. "Don't you have readin' to do? I'll let you know if big and creepy comes back." She stalked towards the door, tossing the orange up and down as she went. "I'm trustin' you to figure this out."
So his attention returned to the book before him and he flipped through, soaking up the information. Most of it felt off the mark, until he found one. It was the last chapter, of course it was. Vampires could give other vampires curses, if properly insulted, and only in death. Orange raised a brow high. What vampire might have the master angered, and likely destroyed? Well, from what he knew of him, any vampire he didn't like could have been treated that way... But why ponies? He flipped the pages back and forth. They didn't go into much detail into the actual nature of the curse, apparently being personal to the dying vampire.
"But how do you break it..." He flipped forward with a scowl until he could find a section, a tiny, small, pathetic section about the breaking of such powerful curses.
Fortunately for you and yours, a vampire is unlikely to shake a curse once laid. Most methods require access to places vampires do not easily travel. Barred by purest water and accessed during the day they hate so much, most vampires are simply doomed to labor under their curse until they are finally destroyed.
Orange felt closer than ever before. "Where is it?!" He demanded of the book, but it was quite rude, and stubbornly refused to offer a spoken reply.
"I think he's coming." Wolf closed the door she had been peeking through. "Whatever you're doing, finish it up."
"Minion!" Richard's steps could be heard outside. "Attend me. There are important matters to discuss. Bring the new convert with you, the one that actually looks like a vampire."
Orange said an unkind thing under his breath as his wings closed the book and tucked it away on a shelf to be found later. "We'd better go see what he wants. It won't do either of us any good to try anything with him right there."
"I won't argue that." Wolf shrugged softly. "He's still a jerk."