Fangs: The Order

by Sapphic

Family

*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*...Octavia...*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*~~~~*

"Mom?" I repeated the words of Vinyl, not quite wrapping my head around the idea.

The figure seemed to ignore me, reaching their hooves up to their cloak and beginning to remove it. The first to go was the lower half, which upon being removed revealed a sleek, pure white coat that seemed to almost shine despite the lack of light currently inside the room.

The next, and last, was the hood.

She pulled it off slowly, having to pull it upwards thanks to her horn being in the way, though when she did it was quite a sight. Her hair was similarly styled to Vinyl's, though at the same time not at all. It was swept off to a single side, like Vinyl's, though where Vinyl's hair was feathered her mane was sleek and wavy. It wasn't long necessarily, only coming down to the back of her neck, though she wore it in a way that made it look longer. Though I guess the biggest difference between the two's manes was the coloration; Vinyl's being two toned as it was while this mare's was a solid, dark blue.

Though the one thing that, quite easily, caught the majority of my attention was how young this mare looked.

Vinyl had mouthed "Mom?" to her so I assumed it was her mother, but this mare could easily pass for Vinyl's sister of the same age.

She looked nearly as young as I was.

I noticed one other detail about her. She seemed to be keeping her eyes shut, though she wasn't clenching them tightly or seemingly intentionally at that. It looked like the type of closed eyes you'd expect to see on someone sleeping. I wondered briefly if she kept them shut for when she was taking off the hood, though after a few seconds I decided that wasn't the reason. And also that I should just not question it.

The figure took a calm step forwards.

Vinyl took a disbelieving step back.

A surprised look crossed the mother's face, as if she had seen everything Vinyl had done despite her shut eyes. Even her brows jumped up higher as if her eyes would have widened. Her mouth had gone into an 'o' shape as well.

"Still don't believe me?" She asked.

If there was thing motherly about her, it was her voice.

I turned back to see Vinyl almost feverishly shaking her head. She seemed suspicious at this point, though I could still see the faint pulses of panic go through her narrowing eyes.

The figure looked to me.

"May I?"

I was still in too much shock to make a coherent response, so she simply smile warmly at me. It was an oddly comforting feeling that filled me after that.

She walked forwards, and I found myself moving out of the way.

She walked past me and closer to Vinyl, who had at first backed up at a pace equivalent to the mare, though her pace slowed down until she she was stopped while the mare closed the gap.

They were oddly close to each other, Vinyl's acclaimed mother putting her hooves on Vinyl's shoulder and holding her in place while she leaned her face closer to Vinyl's.

I wondered briefly if they were going to kiss - a rather perverse thought now that I think about it - but to my relief the mare stopped just short of Vinyl's muzzle.

I watched Vinyl's face closely, and it was currently that of a powerless child looking up at the mare in front of her.

A word didn't exchange between the two, though something was.

Vinyl's face quickly melted from that of scared and almost frightened, to a positively excited look.

"Mommy!"

I was completely stumped as to what it could be they exchanged without the use of their hooves.

The sudden cry from Vinyl was followed by her lurching forwards and wrapping the mare - that I guess was now actually her mother - into a massive hug that brought the both of them down onto the floor. They toppled backwards, Vinyl's mother's head coming just a few feet away from my hooves. Vinyl was pressed as tight as possible against the mare's chest, a euphoric smile on her face.

Her mother had a face that could only be just that. It was kind, loving, and everything about it screamed maternal. She gently patted Vinyl's mane, ever proving the point of her apparent stance over Vinyl.

"W-What?" Was all I could stammer.

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"S-So you're Vinyl's mother?" I asked, what for the second time.

I had currently sat down with Vinyl and the new guest of my home in the living room. I had served up a bit of tea for the lot of us, though she didn't seem particularly keen on drinking it, and neither did Vinyl.

She seemed to have an astounding sense of manners - a near polar opposite of Vinyl in fact - and sat on the couch with in a lady like manner. Though, Vinyl's head served to make it a bit of an awkward process, what with being in her lap and all. She had went after the mare like a cat might to its own if in search of a good spot to sleep.

"Yes, that would be right." She repeated, not really caring about my apparent disbelief about her maternity claim.

"Wow." Was all I could say.

"Oh!" She yelped, doing the thing with her eyebrows jumping again.

She gently nudged Vinyl's ear, waking her from what I had failed to see as slumber.

"Huh?" Vinyl questioned, looking clueless.

"Mind introducing me to your friend here dear?" She asked sweetly.

"Oh yeah!" Vinyl said, raising from her mother's lap.

She trotted over to me, gesturing to me like one would at show and tell.

"This is Tavi." Vinyl said simply.

"Um, Octavia." I corrected.

Vinyl chuckled sheepishly.

"Yeah, I just call her Tavi though. It's a lot easier." She said, trotting back over to the couch and this time sitting in a proper position, though still close to the mare.

A silence began to sweep over, though the two sitting on the couch had the same content smile about their face as it began.

'I guess that's one thing they have in common.' I mumbled internally.

"I never quite caught your name either." I suggested, a bit curious about what this mare's name was.

"Oh, of course." She said happily.

"It's...uh, let's see..." She mumbled off, her eye brows furrowing as if she went into deep thought.

'Does....Does she not know her own name?' I asked myself, a bit concerned for this mare's mind.

"Ah, I - uh - can't seem to recall it. That won't trouble you too much will it? I apologize deeply." She gave up, "looking" dead at me with her closed eyes and a sincere looking brow line.

"I - uhm - of course." I admitted.

'This might be troubling.' I mumbled internally through my outward smile.

We spent the next few minutes - and by we I mean solely myself - introducing ourselves. I basically gave the gist of what I did, my hobby of music and composition, and Vinyl had served to go ahead and tell the story of the castle to her mother. She had treated it like a child telling a story to a mother, adding in little "Oh?"s and "Really?"s every here and there, though one thing in particular seemed to strike her a little wrongly.

The second the mention of "the master" had come up and how she had treated both me and especially Vinyl she seemed to lose the faint little smile across her face. It turned to a small frown, similar to how Vinyl would frown whenever something didn't exactly work with her. Though unlike Vinyl, where it didn't look right, on her mother it just looked downright chilling.

Vinyl seemed to pick up on it.

"Clam down Mom. We're fine now." Vinyl, for once, sounded a bit worried of what might happen if her mother didn't calm down. She said it with a nervous laugh as well.

She looked at Vinyl and her frown melted back into a smile.

"Of course. I'm sorry dear."

We continued on, speaking a bit more about me and Vinyl's relationship - at which she seemed to be paying extensive attention about the details. She seemed happy, well her outward appearance seemed to suggest it at least, as Vinyl seemed to take over the story telling about a few other things that had happened. I smiled at Vinyl's descriptions of the events, though I felt the cups of tea beginning to take their toll on me and decided to excuse myself.

"I'll just be a moment, please excuse me." I said, choosing a good point to not be too much of a nuisance.

They nodded to me, and I began my journey to the bathroom.

I made quick work of what I had to do, leaving the bathroom just in time to see the door to my bedroom creak open slightly.

'Odd.' I told myself.

I knew that there wasn't much inside of my bedroom - draft from windows and all - that could move that heavy door. Not to mention that it opened outwards, so a draft from the hallway would be illogical anyways. I wasn't too worried, considering I had both Vinyl and now her mother sitting in the room not but a few yards away from me, and decided to give it a quick look.

I tossed a quick glance towards the living room, catching both Vinyl and her mother sitting on the couch still. I couldn't help but smile at the sight, seeing Vinyl with a smile like hers was just simply infectious.

I turned once more and made my way to the room.

Logically, the room was dark thanks to the curtains being drawn, though I seemed to be able to see a little bit thanks to the light from the hallway. I made out the faint silhouette of my cello case laying on the ground.

So it was the culprit.

Thankfully I only used my cello case when I was going somewhere and I needed to take my instrument and left my actual cello on its stand, so my cello wasn't inside the case for the fall.

'It's still odd that it fell though, I usually prop it up at the back wall and not so close to the door.' I thought to myself as I picked it up and walked a bit further in and propped the case back up against the back wall.

I gave it a brief look over to be sure it was propped steadily enough, and gave an unconscious nod of approval.

The room got suddenly darker as the shutting of a door rang out - though thanks to the time of day I could still faintly make out the figures of things around me.

One of which, made my stomach twist.

I had turned over towards my bed in the attempt to see if I could make out a lamp or something of the sorts that might let me see. Thought what I did see, was a pony standing stock still at the corner of my room, from what I could tell, looking at me. They were separated from me by my bed, which was almost impossible to get to from the door without making a noise, and simply looking at me from the opposite side of the room. I couldn't see the reflection of eyes though, and I felt my heart rate begin to rise the longer I looked at it and the longer it remained silent as it seemed to watch me.

I had never been this scared of something doing nothing. Though I guess that's what scared me. It wasn't doing anything, only watching me, judging me maybe.

I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was the strangled beginning to some sentence.

After my failed attempt to speak, one thing did shine out from the figure, even through the dark room.

A faint smile.

"So you're my daughters new...companion, aren't you?"

The disturbingly calm voice and the implications of the sentence led me to believe that the figure in front of me was Vinyl's mother.

The sound of hoof steps rang out in the dead silence as the figure began to walk around the bed.

I couldn't even breath at this point.

Her face became clear as she came within an inch of my own. Despite herself being a little bit shorter than me and having to "look" up just a tad to meet my eyes with her shut ones, I felt like I was the smaller of us two.

"I....I...." Was all I could manage.

"Tell me..." She said, raising her hooves to my shoulders and forcing me onto my hind legs, gently pressing into the wall with just enough strength to let me know that she could very well put me on the other side of it if she so pleased.

"...what are you really after?" She asked.

'What is she talking about? What I want?' I asked myself internally.

"W-What?"

She chuckled at me.

"Don't think I haven't seen your type before. You know of my daughter's condition, stick around; what do you hope to use her for?" She asked again harshly.

"U-Use her?" I asked her.

I heard her grind her teeth a little.

"If you've even paid attention to my daughter for more than a few minutes you'd know she's a bit....simpler than others. She's easy to take advantage of. And is almost - no, is blindly loyal, which doesn't boast well with her 'gift' of making 'friends' so easily." She continued, pressing the rest of her body into mine.

"Wh-What are you do-" I stammered,blushing before being shushed by a quick hoof.

"My daughter doesn't bond with people over looks. She's past that. But she really did manage to get one that's easy on the eyes." She said, taking on a whole new tone with me that made me blush harder.

She got closer to my ear and whispered huskily,

"I'm assuming she's fed off you?"

Her tone sent shivers down my spine and made me gasp sharply.

I all but felt her smile.

"Lucky you."

I felt soft lips hit a familiar spot on my neck and an involuntary moan went into the mare's hoof, effectively muffling it.

I heard her laugh lightly.

"How adorable. I'm guessing that's another reason she likes you." She cooed.

"P-Please..." I began to beg through a muffled hoof, only to have another light kiss be plant on my neck and silence me.

She did this teasing for a solid minute or so, serving to do nothing but frustrate me more and more, before she finally made a move.

I felt something sharp press into my neck, not enough to break the flesh, though enough to let me know it was there.

"V-Vinyl..." I tried and call out, though it was hardly loud enough for myself to hear. It was more like a prayer in a way.

"She won't hear you dear. Don't think I can't put my own daughter to sleep. I'm her mother after all." She said, dashing what small hope I had left.

I whimpered a little.

I knew it wouldn't end here - well, I guess hoped would be a better word than knew - but couldn't help but think otherwise. Vinyl's mother, from the small implications Vinyl's treatment had given off, was in complete control over what she did. Neither me nor Vinyl could stop her, even if we truly wanted; I couldn't do it because I physically couldn't, Vinyl couldn't do it because of her relation.

I felt the sharp point begin to press deeper into my neck.

I clinched my eyes for the puncture, and the inevitable drain that would follow.

And waited.

And waited more so.

"You can ease up now." A soothing voice spoke to me.

I peaked a single eye open to see Vinyl's mother in front of me, smiling almost cockily.

"Wh-What?" I stammered. Was she not even going to do anything? Just scare me senseless. Not even feed, which she had so heavily implied she was going to do,

"Oh? Were you expecting this to go further?" She asked, giggling at me and making me feel stupid; as if I was the one whom was stepping out of line.

"Don't worry, I'm sure that we will get to know each other much better. Unless you plan on kicking your lover's mother out onto the dangerous streets of Canterlot?" She asked innocently, as if she couldn't handle the streets at night despite being a mythological being of blood lust.

I couldn't even stammer an answer and just stood their with a slack jaw.

"Though so." She said cockily, lifting off me and dropping down to the floor, wordlessly heading towards the door as I slide down the wall and onto the floor.

She spoke as she walked.

"I may not trust you, but I'll give you a chance. If my little Vinyl picked you out you're definitely not outwardly manipulative and evil. And you seem to be intimate with her, so you can thank her for the blood still coursing through that delightful little neck of yours." She cooed.

I still couldn't come up with anything to say, so I simply just kept looking at her with what had to have been a dumbfounded look on my face.

Her tone suddenly changed to one of deathly seriousness as she stopped in her tracks. Yet it also had this sound of distance, though of care at the same time.

"But know this,"

I felt a cold chill run across my skin.

"So much as breath the wrong way at my daughter and I will make sure you don't get the chance to do so again."

I felt myself tense at just her threat.

She turned back and and looked at me with shut eyes, brows squinted and a small smile running across her face.

"Do I make myself clear?" She asked intensely.

I realized she expected and answer, and began nodding dumbly.

Her face broke into a cheery smile as she turned away, opened the door, and left.

I was left to my thoughts after that, and only one thought could make itself surface.

"Vinyl's mother is scary."

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It was about thirty minutes or so before I managed to shake the effects that Vinyl's mother had on me. It was as if I had watched my life flash before my life - quite literally in some instances - and lived to think about it. A scrape with death one might say.

Now I was walking out of my bedroom with trembling legs as I looked into the living room, spotting only one resting Vinyl.

Though I could hear voices.

"Ah, so you just arrived here too?" One was deep, gruff, and belonging to a stallion - so something was already out of place. Only mares lived here.

"Yes, just coming into town to see my daughter. I was lucky enough to get stay with her as well." This one was already well recognized by my conscious as that of my personal grim reaper: Vinyl's mother.

The stallion's voice finally registered in my head as the large stallion from across the hall.

I began to creep through the hallway, making my way up and peaking around the edge to look out into the living room at Vinyl's mother who had answered the door in my temporary shock.

"Well, good to know I'm not the only one in unfamiliar territory here. Anyways, I was just coming to ask your daughter and her roommate if they'd like to accompany us to a late lunch. You're welcome to come along."

Vinyl's mother seemed to turn the second my eyes met her body, turning and looking at me with her ever shut eyes.

I felt my heart jump first, then my body as I dove back into the hallway and into safety.

There was some hesitation before she began speaking gain.

"I'm sure she'd love to." She said, somehow I felt like she was talking about me.

"Aye, I guess we'll come get you lot when it's time." The stallion said.

"It was a pleasure to meet you."

"Same to you." The stallion replied.

I heard the door shut and the sound of dainty hooves make their way back inside of my house. Vinyl's mother came into my view as I saw her sit down at the couch and place her hoof over what I could only assume was Vinyl and began almost petting her. If one thing was certain about her, she was very protective and caring of her daughter.

I took a chance and made my way into the living room, slowly creeping back over to my seat at the table. I only imagine I looked like a dog whom had done something bad, and quite honestly I felt like that.

Vinyl was sound asleep, her mother smiling as she slept and I couldn't help myself form joining her as Vinyl's legs twitched ever so slightly.

"It seems as though we have lunch plans now." Vinyl's mother said softly.

"We do?" I asked innocently.

"Yes, and they also seem to be under the impression that I'm your mother." She smirked.

"What?"

"Yes, so I hope you can behave yourself at lunch daughter." The way she said it gave me the impression that there was going to be consequences if I didn't behave myself, yet I also couldn't seem to shake the feeling that she would dish out those same "consequences" whether I acted well or not.

Not to mention that this mare had all but taken control over my love - and now some of my social - life within an hour.

Comments

[ppg1998]

Best fictional mother ever

[Backlash91]

Ohohohoho....love vinyls mom!

[Twiggy Vampony]

I can't help but feel that something is seriusly wrong about vinyls mother...
I wonder how this will turn out :3