A Late Goodbye
"That's it! I'm cutting it off!"
"OH GOD NO PLEASE I WANNA STAY A BOY—"
"Vinyl, I said put those hedge clippers away!"
Why do we even have those? We don't have a garden to trim!
"Damn straight, I'm using the safety scissors this time!" Vinyl hollered back, a pair of safety scissors in her deadly magical grip. "Whaddya mean you don't know where Silver Streak is?!"
"I can't tell you because I don't know!" the colt shouted back. "I don't think we even have a meeting place!"
"I'm gonna give you five seconds to spill before I spill your guts!" Vinyl bellowed, holding the scissors at his neck.
"Vinyl, not on the carpet!"
"Right, right, we'll move him to the kitchen. The blood'll be easier to clean!"
"We operate as cells!" he yelled. "Little groups, parts of the Silver Hooves, sprinkled all over Equestria in different cities, different districts!" When he saw that Vinyl wasn't going to eviscerate him, he spoke more calmly. "We get our orders through discreet methods; business cards, napkin letters, things like that!"
"If you're lying..."
"I'm not!" he sputtered. "I'm the courier of the cell who retrieves our orders! I swear!"
"Then tell us where your little friends are hiding," she hissed.
"I don't know that either! It's all secret! We don't even know each others' real names! We all go by codenames!"
"What codenames?"
"Gah! I-I'm Silver Stone! Okay?!"
"Vinyl," I sighed, pushing her off. "Go cool off."
Vinyl begrudgingly tore open our balcony window, slamming it shut. I sighed.
"Silver Stone?"
His ears perked.
"Why did you even join the Silver Horseshoes in the first place?"
Silver Stone slumped a little. "I-I have my reasons." He let out a heavy sigh. "I miss him so much."
"Oh boy, here it comes," Vinyl said, rolling her eyes. "What sob story do you got for us now? Bring on the waterworks!"
He sniffed some more.
"Vinyl, have a heart!" I scolded.
"Newsflash, I'm a vampire, remember? We don't have hearts. At least, according to these guys," she snapped, jerking a hoof at him.
"He's a...bunny," Silver Stone admitted.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
"My pet bunny, Angel," Silver Stone began to sob. "My best friend!"
Angel? Where have I heard of that name before?
"Oh brother," Vinyl snorted.
"So what happened to...Angel?"
"A lycan ate him."
"Do you know this for a fact?" I said slowly.
"Absolutely. What else could have broken into my house and gobbled poor Angel up! There was even blood on the floor! And I know it wasn't ketchup!"
"That has got to be the stupidest story in the world, if it even is true," Vinyl said.
"Why are you so mean to me?" he sniffed again.
"Because you tried to kill us with a," Vinyl paused. "What is this?"
"Vinyl that's a—"
Vinyl continued to hold the blade in her sizzling hoof, despite the fact that she had a horn on her head. "A silver knife? Really? That's the best you could do?" Sniff sniff. "Does anypony smell something burni—OUCH, OW, HOT, HOT, HOT!" She waved her hoof around.
He blew a raspberry. "Serves you right."
"That's it! That's it! Where's my torture kit?!"
"You have a torture kit?" I watched her trot into her room. I turned back to the pale colt, reassuring him. "She doesn't have a torture kit, I promise."
"HERE'S VINYL!"
He squealed, seeing the white mare levitating several objects in her magical glow. Our doorbell rang several times. I jumped up, snatching the devices from Vinyl. Opening the front door, I met with one of our neighbors. He looked particularly peeved, with bags under his eyes and in need of a shave.
"Can you keep it down in there? What in Equestria are you two doing?"
I glanced down at the whip and gag in my hoof. I was sweating and my face was flushed.
"Uhm."
His eyes arched, glinting with a revelation. "Oh. Oh!" He grinned lewdly. "Can I watch?"
I slammed the door in his face.
"My nose!" he cried.
I huffed. "The nerve."
"You're so hot when you're assertive," Vinyl grinned, leaning in a little, throwing a hoof around my neck.
"Not now, Vinyl," I giggled as she pulled me closer.
She rolled on top of me, our chests pressed close...
A cough.
Well, that kills the moment.
"Uh, erm! Keep going! Just pretend I'm not even here!" Silver Stone sputtered sheepishly. "You can go ahead and kiss...if you want."
Beep, beep, beep.
WHAM.
I slammed my hoof down upon the alarm clock, shattering it into pieces. I rubbed my temple with a sigh before becoming acutely aware of the pony next to me in my bed. I wasn't even going to bother asking why she was in my bed.
"Vinyl?"
"Mmgh."
"Did we do anything last night?"
Vinyl smacked her lips. "Nope, not tasting a thing."
My head was throbbing. Mainly due to Vinyl's speakers, currently put at a reasonable volume, blasting out a song.
"Are you listening to Sapphire Shores?" I asked incredulously.
"Remixed, of course."
"Ah."
There were several muffled cries from the living room.
"He still there?"
"Uh-huh." Vinyl's head followed the beat of the song.
"I'm surprised nopony's come to get him."
"Luna's guards'll be here eventually." She clucked her tongue. "Eventually. What a waste of time."
"We learned something, didn't we?" I tried being optimistic.
"Nothing useful," Vinyl said bitterly.
"I know you're frustrated."
"I'm more than frustrated," Vinyl replied. "And if it weren't for my limited vocabulary, I'd be able to convey it to you in a much more refined manner."
I stared. "I've never heard so many words with that many syllables come out of your mouth." I shook my head. "Anyways, I'm sure everything will work out. We'll find Silver Streak and put her in jail."
"No."
"No?"
"She won't be able to rot in jail."
"Why is that?"
"I'm going to kill her."
The eyes of a killer.
I glossed over Silver Streak's public records, flipping through the manilla folder. She was young, almost as young as us. Her coat and mane seemed to be natural, and not dyed like the rest of her organization. I felt a little uncomfortable staring at her mug shots. Her gaze was sharp and cold, devoid of any happiness of joy.
"I'm assuming that by her mug shots, she has a criminal record?"
"Not at all," Luna replied. "Everypony has their face and side profile on record."
"Right, right. Well, this is very short," I noted.
"Correct. Obviously because according to this, Silver Streak is an upstanding member of society. Not a single misdemeanor, not a single infraction. Not even a littering ticket."
"Perhaps we could look into other things," I suggested, tracing my hoof over the page. "It says here her family is deceased, both sides."
"So it seems. I am afraid there is no pony to look to if we want to learn more about Silver Streak."
Another dead end.
"I'm so sick of this bureaucracy," Vinyl snapped. "We've got all the evidence we need!" Vinyl spat. "The photograph, the note on our door! Why aren't we grabbing this hayseed?!"
"We cannot prove it was her on such flimsy evidence. At most, we could connect her name to the note, but then what? She'd look like a friendly neighbor dropping a newspaper off at your front door."
"There's gotta be eye witnesses. Octavia's one of them! She met her face to face!"
"In a nightclub, yes, in which an exchange of a compromising photo that we cannot even show to the public took place. Vinyl, I understand you want to end this nightmare, but you must be patient—"
"I'm done waiting around, Princess! All we're doing is sitting on our fat flanks waiting for something to happen!" she shouted.
Vinyl Scratch was the only pony I ever knew who had the gall to raise her voice at the princess. In a way, it spoke volumes about her.
"Just think, Vinyl Scratch. Just think for one second," Luna snapped, putting her hoof down. "We apprehend Silver Streak. Then what?"
Vinyl remained silent.
"We detain her for a few days, at most before her minions come to pay her bail."
"Talk, talk, talk," she muttered. "No action. Nothing's getting done." As she trotted away I could hear her mumble. "Want something done in this town you gotta do it yerself..."
"Vinyl, you are not to go after her yourself!" Luna bellowed, stamping a hoof, leaving a crack in the floor. "Do I make myself clear?!"
Vinyl waved a hoof behind her dismissively.
I sighed. "May I have a copy?" I asked Luna.
"Of course."
"And do you think you could get me a copy of her bank statements?"
Luna raised an eyebrow. "Yes, although I fail to see what they would reveal. I shall request the papers as soon as possible."
"Thank you."
Our little impromptu meeting with the princess had made me late for rehearsal. I found that those hours spent with my group were a brief respite from all that nonsense about secret societies and whatnot. I was feeling better as of late, and it reflected in my music.
Late into the evening when the day was done, I'd expected to catch Vinyl on her way down the stairs going to her job. I usually did see her leaving.
I twisted the key in the lock, spitting the bitter copper taste out. The door creaked open slowly. The apartment lights were dimmed.
"Vinyl?"
I dropped my bags, beginning to trot a little faster around the room. Something was missing. Not something, a lot of things. The entire apartment looked off.
"Vinyl!"
Her room looked bare. Her bed was still there. Her records, her set. A quick glance at her room revealed some clothes missing. A few pairs of shades.
On a napkin on our kitchen table there was a message scrawled in sloppy printing with an ink pen:
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man good chapter it was worth the wait
Why did she write goodbye?
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Vinyl, you are gonna get yourself killed at this rate.
And now they sleep together. I still can't wrap my head around why they decided to take time off in the first place; doesn't seem to me like much about their relationship has changed.
Wow, later? I guess.
I giggle-snorted at the ball gag and whip joke.
Shit just got real. Keep it up!
sweet new chapter,
Vinyl going rough cant wait to see what she gets herself into.
ooohh man
cant wait to see what Octavia does! 
this is so awesome 
Oh shit, Vinyl really fucked up with this one.
Nooo! Goddammit No! Why?!? Why do you do this to me?!?!?!?
All I can say is HOLY MOTHER OF BUCKING CELESTIA WHY THE BUCK IS IT SO SHORT?
I can NOT wait to keep reading this.
Alright, now that that's out of my system, great job. But if you take forever to write the next chapter again, I will find you, and I will kill you.
Octavias house has been emptied.
OH GOD I'VE SEEN THIS OCCUR BEFORE!
Octavia don't kill the old guy!
I still wished you made this chapter sill a another good one looks like my therory of derpy bei g a spy may be wrong
That song makes it like someone is chopping onions.
And now I have to wait for next chapter to have that cliffhanger resolved.
G-Goodby-NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOooooooooooooooooo.... (Spike ref.)1129710
BTW, I'll bit right here and now Silver Streak is a vampire. Or any type of night creature.
F....Ffff.... NO! NONONONO!
VINYL GET BACK THERE I SWEAR TO
GODCELESTIA!!GAHHHH!!
...I love this story
In case you didn't realize that..
~Rosalynn~
I'm confused about this Silver Stone guy. He's like a genderswapped Fluttershy or something.
This is just soo amazing. You good sir should get a medal!
Vinyl, you stupid mare. You're acting like a little foal who isn't getting what she wants. Letting rage drive her actions like this, she's going to get herself killed by the enemy making her trip on her own hooves. She has as much tactics and temperament as a serial killer with a gun in an orphanage.
Someone stop her!
... wait, a pet rabbit named Angel?
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1129593 Ditto.
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Gender swapped Fluttershy my ass!He obviously was such a horrible caregiver that Angel faked his own death and ran away to live with Fluttershy.EDIT: WHY?! Why do people keep editing their posts to make my responses sound nonsensical!
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It's too late to post a witty comment.
So I'ma just crank up Lost on The Moon, and read more pony!
I swear these cliffhangers will kill me one day
Goodbye? phhlease, Octy's a . . . dog? just follow the sent. Simple chapter is good chapter.
What?! Nooooooo!!! Eleven days is too long to wait for a cliffhanger!!!
CLIFFHANGERS. SHOULDN'T. EXIST.
Huh. The silver hooves prove they know what they are doing, Vinyl proves that she has no clue what she is doing, and a pointless torture scene.
Remind me why the silver hooves are the bad guys?
Vinyl! Nooooo!
But I am curious, since Celestia knows what's going on as well, will she get involved?
I hate to be negative, but for the past few chapters, I've really started feeling like the plot got a little lost somewhere. We've suddenly jumped from a vampire romance plot to some sort of a supernatural action-adventure plot, and while it isn't necessarily bad, it really does feel like it's a different story than the one we started with.
Still reading, and I still like both parts, but I think they'd work better as different stories.
Oh my god, S**t got real! :O
Dear Dennis The Menace,
Why Does Vinyl need A Torture kit Or Other Stuff When She could just have Used Her
Octavia's got this whole serect sociaty thing down, shes gona smart about finding silver going through all her banks accounts and money tranistions n such.
Don't you dare leave her Vinly!
In the next chapter, Octavia's gonna go on a badass search for Vinyl and do some badass badassery all the while having this badass music as the background theme:
Octavia's got this whole serect sociaty thing down
*Removes The "s" *
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Vinyl, don't do it!!!
she should've cut it off, just sayin
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When did I say the guy was a gender-swapped Fluttershy?
Vinyl's gone insane
, Octavia go and sniff her out before she doe kill somepony.
Oh, God, why again?!
Saw an update.
See it is "4 the lolz" kind of story.
Begin reading said update.
Finger accidentally slips, hitting the back button.
Oops, haha, forward button.
Story is gone.
...
I understand both why they can't walk up to Silver Streak and shoot her and why Vinyl wants to anyway.
Stupid justice-based laws getting in the way of justice.
Shit's going down and it's gonna be big.
Message on a napkin? It's clearly a trap.
Fluttershy kidnapped Angel!!