Chapter 1
Author note: This is a spinoff of my story, A Dream. It’s not required reading, and changes several details. This story is rated teen for mild swearing and internet humor.
Happy reading.
The Adventures of Vampire Cheerilee
“I’m Sweetie Belle. This is Scootaloo, and this is Apple Bloom. Our current events presentation is on the Changeling invasion of Canterlot.”
The white filly stopped speaking for a moment to let her two companions get their notes ready. She continued. “And our special guest today will tell you his own perspective on the event.”
On cue, an orange-coated earth pony walked into the room. He moved with the slight swagger of someone who knew that he was the center of attention.
“Good afternoon, kids,” he said. “I’m Valiant. You all probably know me.”
The students did. Valiant was regarded as Ponyville’s resident nutcase.
The stallion went on. “You all probably heard that something bad happened in Canterlot last week. I’m proud to say that I was there and helped stop it.”
Apple Bloom put a slide up on the projector. It was a picture of a Changeling.
Valiant gestured to the screen. “These ugly guys tried to take over the city. How they operate is to transform into a duplicate of someone you care for and then feed on your affection. Lucky for me, I’m incapable of love, and I was able to stop the attack. Could I get another slide please?” he asked. “Thanks. What you see here is a dramatization of the final battle.” The slide showed a cartoon drawing of Valiant posing with the head of Queen Chrysalis.
Cheerilee had been watching from her desk at the front of the room. She glanced at the clock and stood up. “Well, we’re running out of time now. I’m sure you all wouldn’t want to miss the end of the day. See you tomorrow!”
The students collected their things and began to file out of the room. Valiant walked over to Cheerilee’s desk. She noted that his black mane and tail were groomed more than usual, which is to say he probably had run a brush through them once.
“You know, they could have gotten you to talk about the Battle of Canterlot instead of me,” said Valiant as the last few students filed out of the room. “You were there, too.”
Cheerilee glared at him. “I was lying in a pool of my own blood in the caves beneath the castle.”
“You say that like it was my—okay, I guess it was my fault. I didn’t force you to come on that adventure, though.”
Cheerilee sighed and looked away. “I just don’t understand how all this could have happened.”
“We’ve been over this before, but let me lay it out for you again,” said Valiant. “One, Blueblood was a vampire. Two, he bit Rarity. Three, Rarity bit me. Four, you ended up bleeding like crazy in a cave. Five, I had a sip because I thought you were already dead. Six, in the midst of the Changeling chaos, I killed Blueblood, which for some reason turned Rarity and me back, but not you.”
Cheerilee’s head dropped to the desk in frustration. “It’s not fair.”
Valiant shrugged. “Vampire biology is not a science that’s understood very well. Rarity, Twilight and I can be your little support group. We used to call it Vampires Anonymous.” He frowned. “I never really liked that name because Twilight wasn't one. Oh well, you’re still lucky that only the three of us know about you.”
“Lucky?” shouted Cheerilee. “I’m a monster! If anypony found out about this—”
Valiant cut her off. “Just be as normal as possible. If the day comes that you can’t stand it anymore, I’d be happy to apply euthanasia.” He smiled and left the room before she could retort.
Cheerilee sighed, cradling her face in her hooves. Valiant never failed to infuriate her. There was definitely something wrong with that pony. He said things like everyone and anybody. The machines he managed to build were giant and terrifying. He kept insisting that he was actually from another universe. Nopony took him seriously because they thought he was crazy, so he was able to get away with just about anything.
Well, there was no point in sitting inside an empty school. Cheerilee collected some papers to grade and placed them in her saddlebags for the trip home.
She walked through the market on her way home, glancing around. It seemed strange that things in town could be so…normal. The Changelings had damaged Canterlot, but Ponyville looked exactly like it did the week before. The only thing different was her.
Cheerilee looked the same as always. The only thing she had to be careful of was smiling, but there had been precious little to be cheerful about lately. She felt like a traitor to her happy-flowers cutie mark.
While nopony gave Cheerilee a second glance, she couldn’t help but feel that she was under intense scrutiny. She was very careful, wary that any small thing she might do could give away her condition. The few ponies who had noticed her different attitude thought that she was merely preoccupied about something.
Cheerilee ran her tongue around her mouth, feeling the two sharp points that grew there. By her very nature, she was not conditioned to hate anything, but she felt no other emotion for the fangs. She hated them. She hated what she was.
Cheerilee turned off the main road and wound her way back through the quiet streets of Ponyville. Her house was a decent size, and just for her. She glanced for a moment at the exterior before going inside. It was not a particularly noteworthy place. The last time anypony had knocked on the door was Nightmare Night. She sighed. Next year, she wouldn’t need a costume.
After checking the mail, Cheerilee sat down at the kitchen table to grade papers. It was the most tedious part of her job. She didn’t get paid for it, either. Her salary was based on the time spent in the classroom. Anything else was done on her own time.
She glanced at the refrigerator. At least she hadn’t needed to spend money on food since last week. There was still a bottle of milk and some fruit in the fridge. She couldn’t consume it, but she couldn’t bear to throw it out, either.
There were a couple of assignments to be graded, a spelling test and a history exam. Cheerilee was done in a few hours. She relaxed a little and read the newspaper. Her eyes kept straying to the window. The sun was almost down.
It felt like there was not very much in Cheerilee’s life that she was still in control of. She could sit quietly in her own home and do what she pleased. That was about it. As the sky began to grow darker, however, she felt a rising sense of anxiety. She was getting hungry.
Just a walk, Cheerilee thought, vaguely aware that she was lying to herself. She exited the front door and headed out. The streets were largely deserted by this time of night.
Passing by the library where Twilight lived, Cheerilee saw Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo coming out. They climbed into a large machine that had legs instead of wheels. It was one of the older designs of “robots” that Valiant had built. If he was willing to trust such a dangerous piece of equipment to those three fillies, maybe he really was crazy.
Cheerilee saw the pony himself come out to say goodbye. He usually hung around the library and slept on the couch, as he had no place of his own. Cheerilee thought that Twilight was unusually gracious to let a pony like that stay around.
The fillies waved to Valiant and rumbled away in their robot. He glanced across the street and spotted Cheerilee. She didn’t stop as he came walking over, so he fell in step beside her.
“Where are you going at this time of night?” Valiant asked.
“I’m just out for a walk.”
He grinned. “Oh really?”
Cheerilee clenched her jaw and said nothing.
“Do you at least dispose of the bodies?” Valiant asked.
“Yes!" she snapped. "If I eat some poor rabbit or squirrel, I’ll give it a proper burial.”
Valiant shrugged. “I don’t particularly care if it’s proper. We just don’t need fang-marked corpses piling up and making the townsfolk nervous.”
"Who's 'we'?" Cheerilee asked.
"Twilight, Rarity, and I decided to rename our group the Vampire Protection Agency. Currently, we've only got one vampire in town to protect." He shrugged.
“How can you live with things like this?” muttered Cheerilee. For her, it was difficult just making it through the day knowing what she was capable of.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Rarity likes to be all proper and uptight, but you should have seen her when it came to small mammals.” Valiant grinned at the memory.
Cheerilee glared at him. “Whoa,” said Valiant, “that's some serial killer stare you've got going on. They say it’s always the quiet ones. Anyway, good night.” He broke off and headed back to the library.
Well, there was no longer any point in pretending that she was just going for a walk. Cheerilee sighed and changed direction, her steps carrying her towards the Everfree Forest.
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I haven't read it and I'm already faving it.
EEEYUP faving.
one again, another fine start from a fine writer
She just needs to think of it like a second job. In one, she's a bloodsucking monster, the terror of children everywhere. And her other job is a schoolteacher.
My God this story is actually happening. I have a McDonalads Cheerilee on my desk, and I swear it keeps looking at me...
The Proper term is Vampony
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-_-
494554 Don't you mean "One where she's a bloodsucking monster who inspires terror in children and adults alike, and another where she's a vampire"
494602
FEGELEIN, FEGELEIN, FEGELEIN!!!
but no, this is an interesting concept so I shall read it now :U
Yea, I favorited it instantly when I saw it come up. So yea, What is this about staking a vampire only restoring the following two tiers of vampires? I suppose if we want to bring logic/physics/biology into it, It might have something to do with a virus which mutates when it is passed on, and after two jumps it is too different for whatever effect kills it to happen. Or maybe its the plot convenience dragon again :P
Sounds interesting, tracked.
494540 a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/e/tealcindeedplz.jpg
494775
We may go there in a later chapter.
I remember the vampires... 'course, they were called 'Great Vampires' back then, and they had the mass of a small mountain, but close enough.
Also, there was that one time, in Venice...
Suspended In Dusk - Type O Negative
RIP Peter "The Vampire" Steele
494808
What, not Reign in Blood?
494817
Because I am not a fan of Slayer. Besides, whats more relevant than The Vampire himself?
494824
I wish I knew. I pretty much just throw out names of stuff I've heard of and hope nobody notices the fact that I'm spewing bull.
Interesting. Now I'm going to have go read that other story of yours.
I want more. Plus, I want this featured.
494876
Tell your friends. I'd be okay with a feature.
Really, Really, okay.
Well, at least she doesn't sparkle.
494642 No, I deliberately subverted a bait-and-switch comparison as a joke.
495305
A bait-and-switch deliberately subverted by a bait-and-switch? That's pretty hardcore.
495759 Thanks.
494880 EVERYPONY! GET THIS MAN FEATURED!
495305 That's, like, a whole 'nother level of irony. Like, six level deeper than I could ever hope to comprehend.
494554 Same thing.
You did it!
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still better than twilight(by stephnie myer not sparkle, sparkele>twilight)
I've always been a fan of dark humour, and vampires are brimming with potential.
Especially brightly-coloured pony vampires.
That teach fillies and colts.
You, good sir, have earned a thumb and favourite. Looking forward to reading more of your work.
She couldn’t consume it, but she couldn’t bear to throw it out, either.
-My first thought: Well, if it is still fresh, she is right not to throw it away, she might have guests. Second Thought: Oh, wait, it is implied she almost never has guests.
hmmmm, I was reading a vampony fic, that was written by a guy i watch on here, it was amazing, and it was about Rarity
I'm not sure if it has anything to do with the vampire Rarity in your story
and for some reason, this fic seems to be a bit weird with your OC in the mix
well, that's what i gotta say, and i feel I gotta read on
I like this, but i still want to slap Valiant right in the $%@#.
Now you will know why you fear the night.
494540 Sir, I bow to your CSS.
Vampires Anonymous, a group that Twilight was part of. Twilight's not a vampire. I see what you did there.
Varying degrees of want here. One the one hand, we have a story about Cheerilee being a vampire. On the other, we have an OC (who may or may not be an author avatar) living with Twilight (definitely the kind of thing an author avatar would do, whether or not something is going on there), helping established canon characters do things they normally wouldn't (again, the kind of thing AA's do), and introducing ideas and technology that established canon does not have, nor is likely to have (again, the kind of- you get the idea). I feel conflicted here, but as the writing is fairly good, will continue and hope my fears are unfounded.
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The story really is a spin off, I actually have read the fic being referenced and remember the characters, so I can say while that OC is an author avatar, it's not this author's avatar lol.
2810019 it's not like I dedint say that already so YOU Don't say
Why? Why would he give the CMC of all ponies, a Metal Gear?!
So, I was just taking a walk, MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS
7172785 The gratuitous ultraviolence appears later in the series.