Chapter One:
It was a warm summer evening, the crickets were chirping as fireflies opened their eyes to begin their night flight. The moon was raised high in the sky along with the sun and as the sun began descending, the evening was turning darker.
Nightmare Moon’s return was odd. It didn’t seem like there were any ponies panicking for Celestia’s return, and even Celestia’s pupil wasn’t fazed. All of the ponies looked almost spellbound. As if Nightmare Moon had cast a hypnosis spell on them. They just cheered in such a way that it seemed like Celestia had done the sunset.
Nothing sat well here with the batpony in the far back end of townhall. His pulse began to quicken as he darted his eyes throughout the room. He was hoping for anypony, any unicorn pony for that matter to at least cast an attack spell. Nothing happened, and the room fell silent after many hoofstomps and cheers died down. Nightmare Moon gave a speech, and it was a drawl of what the male batpony had read in books and the old fairytales.
It was true. He could just stand up to the mare. However, when her guards were his species, he thought it would be an even fight. He wasn’t looking to test his strength tonight. As he yawned he heard a gasp and saw a blue unicorn stallion looking at him out of the corner of their eyes. Why were they shocked? Had he done something indignant? All he had done was yawn, and he was tired after all. Him and his organization were sent to retrieve the six miracle stones to get rid of the unworthy tyrant. However, to find them, he would need to find the keys to them; whatever that meant.
Soon enough, Nightmare Moon had vanished in a puff of smoke and all ponies were left to do their own “after-the-sun-celebration-fun” as one pony called it. He turned his eye to the left where the doors were and with bored eyes started walking towards them. Until, a blatant force tugged at him. He let out the first emotion in years and showed some fear in his eyes, until he felt a hoof on his back. He turned and it was the same blue unicorn stallion. His eyes then went emotionless again. “Oh, you again…” He trailed off. His voice was gravelly, but then again he hadn’t eaten anything in a long time either. Let alone drank something, but most of the ponies in the room were too sweet for his liking. Also, a certain pink pony was making him gag a little.
The blue unicorn just glared at him. “Yes, me again!” He growled. Was he angry at him? What could he be angry at? Then it hit him, the force must have been him levitating him back. It kind of made sense, but that would have to be his guess for now. “You are very rude! Yawner! How dare you yawn during the Princess of the Night’s grand speech?” The pony paused and he got a glance at the unicorn’s eyes. Yup, they were glazed over: definitely entranced. “Who do you think you are?”
The batpony sighed and looked at the poor stallion. “I am sorry. Let me introduce myself,” He paused giving the entranced pony time to absorb his sentence. He was speaking more clearly than he had in months and it was taking up all his strength to do so. “My name is Night Vision.” He tried to smirk but it seemed like the pony had just gotten a headache. “Pleasure on meeting your acquaintance.” Vision finished, holding out a hoof.
On a closer look, it seemed like the stallion looked faint. Suddenly, their eyes rolled up into their head, and then he was suddenly on the floor.
All Night could do was look in shock at the pony on the floor. “Well, that never happened before.” He looked at around at the other ponies and then his eyes went back to the stallion. He sighed, and his conscience fought with him.
“You can’t just leave him here unconscious, everypony knows what happens when you faint during an entrancement spell. It. Wears. Off. If Nightmare Moon finds him without the spell, she might annihilate him.”
“He’s just a pony, I don’t know, him. He does not know me. It’s probably good that he fainted.”
“Good? You want him to die?”
“Well, no…”
“Then pick him up, and take a bullet out of here. Plus, you felt that force earlier.”
“That was levitation magic.”
“That was not levitation magic. That was something else entirely. Something pulled you back into this room.”
“Yeah, the stallion…”
“JUST GET HIM OUT OF HERE!”
With swift movements with his hooves and wings, he somehow got the stallion onto his back and then flew out of the town hall with a trail of blue behind him.
When he got far enough away, he found himself near a single lone apple tree on a path to a farm. He set the stallion down and flew up and bit an apple off of the tree. Its juices trickled down his neck and some even dripped onto the stallion’s face. “Oops.” Night mumbled. As he munched on the apple he was sitting next to the stallion and he decided to actually take a look at him.
He walked in front of him, and laid down, he noticed the stallion did have some eye popping features. He wasn’t a strong one, but in the moonlight his coat kind of sparkled. It was so clean and shiny and the shadows outlined his muscles well. His eyes went to his mane and it was fairly cut to the length any “normal stallion” would cut it at. The mane was almost a dark grey with a streak of purple going through it. He remembered seeing his eyes back at the hall and they fit his scheme real well, warm yellow eyes to go with the coldness of the blue. Now, if only they would open up.
As he finished his apple, as if on command, another apple fell from the tree. Vision swiped it out of the air with his hoof as he caught it in a blink of an eye. This time he didn’t bother eating it, and just sucked the juices out with the help of his fangs. However, he accidentally spat the apple in the wrong direction and it landed in a dry heap in front of the other pony.
An hour had passed and it seemed like the stallion would never wake up. “Come on!” Night mumbled. “Just get up!” He tossed another dry apple at him and by now he was drunk on apple juice. Mostly all the apples were off the tree and Night didn’t feel as good as he did before. He could almost say he was nauseous but he didn’t want to cause a fuss. “I’ll biiitte you…” He slurred. Then, he scooted over to the stallion and put his muzzle to his ear. “I wi- hic! Biite you soo harrrdd, you neever- hic! Seen iiit-hic! Comin’.” He whispered in his ear.
Next, the moment went by in a blur, Night found himself biting the stallion’s ear, and then the stallion went and shot so far in the air, his horn sparked. “What in Celestia’s name?” The stallion shouted. His blue ear was now dripping blood and he looked at Vision to find his lips had some of his blood on them. “What-“ The stallion breathed and noticed that the batpony’s eyes were now pinpricks, and he looked more like a hungry cat than bat. “No-no, no, no no-“ The stallion’s pleads were cut off by a stinging bite to the right foreleg as the batpony sunk their fangs down into his coat. “NOOO! OWWW!!!” The pony roared.
The next half hour was followed by tiny mumbles from Vision and screams and howls from the blue pony. Then, it seemed in the next minutes, both ponies fell asleep.
Vision awoke to find himself drooling on the stallion’s foreleg as the stallion looked at him in utter shock and disbelief.
“Polaris Night…” Vision breathed. “I feel sick…” He trailed off.
The blue stallion recoiled and shot him a disgusted look. “You feel sick? You drank what?” The stallion paused fidgeting and knocking Night off of him. “-You drank almost a pint of my blood!”
“Sorry…” The batpony replied. “…but I hadn’t tasted that kind of blood since-” He stopped mid-thought. Why did he just apologize? He never apologizes to ponies for drinking them. Why was he telling this stallion this? When did he have that kind of blood? He then froze, his eyes shrinking as he realized what he had noted when he awoke. “Polaris Night?” He looked at the stallion.
The stallion just gazed at him with cold, confused eyes. Oh, how those yellow eyes of his looked cold. “I’m Quick Glance. Who’s Polaris Night?” It had to be him though. Unless, he was a relative of Polaris, but that would be impossible because Polaris had died at an early age.
“Did you experience a strange dream whilst sleeping?” Night grumbled as he sat on his haunches. “Anything that didn’t make the lick of sense?” He prodded.
Quick picked some grass with his magic and levitated it to his mouth, chewing on it while in thought. “Well, I can’t remember most of it…” He trailed off. “I thought Batponies being carnivores was a myth!” He shouted.
Vision had to sneer about that. “That is a myth, my good stallion.” He patted him on the head and smiled cheekily at him. Why had he done that, he had no idea. “However, I think you are thinking about the myth that batponies drink blood, and that my sir, is what you just witnessed.”
“-But why? Why did you bite me?” He asked.
Night’s eyes went half-lidded as he stared into Quick’s eyes. “…because you smelled delicious, and I was drunk on apple juice.”
The unicorn’s jaw dropped open at that. “You…you can smell me?”
“Not now, I’m not thirsty anymore.” He deadpanned.
Quick’s eyes went small and he started shivering. “Oh my Celestia, they do exist… Vamponies… they’re real!”
The batpony rolled his eyes and stood up. “No, I am not a Vampony. I am a batpony. Vamponies can’t even eat apples…” He told him. “Two different things.” He stated waving a hoof in the air. “Now, don’t talk too loudly or Nightmare Moon might hear you.” He hissed.
“What.”