Pon3 Spins
Manehattan Safehouse:
With Cheerilee´s flank figuratively covered, the vampire teacher could calmly make her way back to the safehouse to sink into the couch and into her thoughts.
She was very thankful for Pen having stuck his neck out for her at that moment. Berry could be extremely clingy when she was drunk. Something that always was, if not entertaining, then heart warming. She could still remember those times back in Ponyville when Berry would show up half drunk to a Parent-Teacher conference, and yet STILL come off as the nervous one amongst the parents.
Cheerilee turned around on the couch and faced the fabric. Her train of thought was slowly moving into territory that she would not really want to go into: her past.
It felt so close, and yet so far, considering it wasn’t really THAT many years since she had just been… average teacher Cheerilee.
She could still remember when the Smell of Sugarcube Corner´s kitchen caused her glee, not melancholy. When the smiles she had given to the children in her class were directly from her still beating heart.
All of that just felt so far away now.
Rubbing her head a moment, Cheerilee tried to steer her thoughts in a positive direction. There was still her job in Coltenhagen… She could at least teach for a few years there, and see those smiling foals grow into more mature young ponies. That was a slightly comforting thought.
“Yes… Just remember that…” she mumbled to herself before looking over at a nearby clock, affixed to the wall in the safehouse. It was just a bit past midnight.
Cheerilee slowly sat up in the couch to make sure that she had seen it correctly.
‘Huh… How far could Berry´s hotel be?’ she questioned a moment before walking over to the kitchen, opening up the fridge and deciding to help herself to a nice bag of cold blood, from sterilized bag.
Popping the straw in her mouth and turning the valve to release the cold red plasm, Cheerilee sat down on her hindquarters and released a sound of content. It was always such a buzz to get what she knew she always desired. Always craved for.
But before she truly felt like she had reached the utmost high, the bag was empty.
Cheerilee let go of the straw from her mouth, and instinctively licked around her fangs and lips, wanting to soak up every single last drop.
Lifting up the bag and confident that she had not missed anything, Cheerilee chucked the bag in the wastebin, along with the others she had been drinking at their visit.
Still frustrated with the length of time it took her coltish partner to bring her old friend to her hotel, Cheerilee came to the thought that she could perhaps reread a bit of Pen´s papers.
The large amount of files were still lying out in plain sight on the apartment dining table, along with Pen´s unfinished breakfast. Not paying the food much heed, Cheerilee sat down by the table and perused the papers.
Time passed easily by as the ticking of the clock began to be a more monotonous background noise. Cheerilee had found nothing new in the reading that could possibly aid with the spot they were at. All she could do was cross out the Oranges as possible suspects.
Pen had come to the idea that the Oranges had some connectivity, after some perusal of the enemies of the victims. Though it was rather obvious that the Oranges, and Money Bags, never had seen eye to eye. Their visit had concluded with both Cheerilee and Pen realizing they had neither the means nor the motive to somehow get in connection to a supernatural kidnapper.
Annoyed, Cheerilee headed off into the bathroom to take a shower, and relive her thoughts.
Just as cheerilee had gotten that last nice curl on her mane, she could hear the door opening. With certainly an amount of annoyance, yet also curiosity for why as Pen had taken so long to get back from the simple job of escorting a drunk pony back to their respective living space, Cheerilee walked out of the bathroom, already halfway into her sentence as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
“Ok, tell me, how long did she keep you with her speeches about the consistency of oat...meal?”
It was not Pen who had entered.
It was a unicorn guard. Specifically one of the guards that had helped with the detaining of Featherband.
Cheerilee almost instantly turned more stoic and serious as the guard bowed his head a moment and addressed her; “Agent Cheerilee?”
“Yes, that is me... is Pen suddenly sending the guards to bring messages? Did he get held up by Berry that much?” she asked, slightly unamused, but kept her professional stature. The guard however, looked... sad. Cheerilee picked up upon this easily and raised an eyebrow.
The unicorn guard cleared his throat and his horn lit up in a levitation spell.
“I think the situation is much worse than what you think...” he said, before the subject of his levitation spell floated in front of Cheerilee´s eyes: Pen´s fedora.
“Wha- Where did you find this?” she asked in return, a horrible part of her intuition prodding at her worst fears, which were rather quickly... confirmed.
“We found this not far from a completely crashed Ponyhole in the inner city. It looked like a monster had breached the surface of the concrete like it was graham crackers... We at first suspected Diamond Dogs... but... Then we recieved this...” he guard slowly reiterated, before floating a small piece of paper over to Cheerilee. “Addressed to you”.
Quickly snatching the paper out of the levitation spell with her hoof, Cheerilee quickly read it aloud.
“Meet me at the ‘Pon3 Spins Nightclub’ at 3am, Come alone. I believe we have a few things to be discussed, Cheerilee.”
At the bottom of the page, a small red rose was drawn in what Cheerilee could unmistakingly smell was blood.
Cheerilee was staring daggers at the paper, the guard almost fearing that she would set it ablaze with her gaze alone. His fears was proven wrong though, as the same, hard, professional, and utterly terrifying gaze of the vampire teacher met with him.
“Get me all information on the ‘Pon3 Spins Nightclub’, and send my orders on to your superior in exact detail.” she spoke, with a voice as cold as ice.
‘PON3 SPINS Nightclub’ Manehattan; 2:50 Am
Come alone?
By Discord’s beard no, she would not just come alone.
The Fiend had really messed up this time, he had brought himself out into the open, even dictated where she could meet him. Even if it was an elaborate trap for her, she would simply have to trump it with an even bigger trap.
The moment she had read the paper, she had ordered the guards to set up a perimeter around the nightclub, that only would be active the second the clock struck 3am. The guards would be in their civilian clothes, and would then move in to cut off all exits for the Fiend. She had perused the building plans back at the station and knew there was no sewer access in the building, and the exits were very easy to cover. Five guards on the roof, ten by each of the street accesses, and even more up to cut off any wild pedestrians that might step into the scene. The moment Cheerilee would find the fiend inside the Club, she would not be talking. Oh Celestia no, she would be breaking bones and tearing apart flesh. A small nibbling voice in the back of her head reminded her that she still needed him to tell her where Emerald, Pen, Berry, and all the other prisoners were, but she shushed it with saying to herself she would only tear his legs off and break off his horn. That should be enough.
She was standing outside the Club now, in her usual sweet, fake teacher facade, with a pleasant smile to those ponies who were still walking in and out of the doors to the Club.
It was a relatively large building, but most night clubs did need a certain size in order to accommodate all those ponies either drinking themselves into next week or dancing their hooves off.
She looked just like any other visitor to the club. It was rather popular as seemingly it was owned by the famous DJ PON3, giving the club its name, and thus, all sorts of ponies would be walking in and out all night.
Perfect meeting place.
She casually leaned up against the wall a moment, giving a small glance over at a pair of drunkards who were arguing with the bouncer, before lifting up a hoof calmly up to her mane to feel a small hair clip.
It looked like a perfectly normal accessory, designed to keep hair out of the user´s eyes. But it was much more than that. It was a magically connected communicator. The Chief of the Guard had the other half. And if Cheerilee was to crush her clip, the other clip would light up, and signal for the guards to move in. A failsafe mechanism.
Discretely, a gray pegasus, one of the guards in disguise, snuck up besides Cheerilee and whispered “Everypony in position, Agent Cheerilee, You are green to go, everypony is just waiting for you.”
With a soft smile, which to the outsider looked like she was accepting some kind of flirting comment from a completely random stallion, followed by a small nod, signalled the guard off, before Cheerilee turned around, and walked into the club.
The interior of the club was what one would come to expect from any modern Equestrian nightclub. A bar, A large dance floor, A turntable as the center of the attention, clear signs of the exit and fire escape.
But the downside of everything being as expected, was also that the music was obnoxiously loud, it was all some sort of Electronic track with a bassline which actually was so powerful that it was meddling with Cheerilee´s fake heartbeat. For the second time in this city, Cheerilee was cursing her stronger senses, as not only had her nose gone numb the former day from a trip to the sewers, now her ears were throbbing from that overpowering bassline.
‘Sweet Celestia, I am getting old...’ she actually thought to herself a moment as the music kept hammering at her ears, though music was to her a generous term. And the smell of the room was not much better either. It was this huge plethora of sweat, alcohol and sick.
‘Of course the Fiend picks a place that hides his scent... But why then meet me in the open in the first place?’ she asked herself, as she was walking further and further inside the club.
Standing well inside already, yet not onto the dance floor yet, already Cheerilee was mentally running over how she would pull the Fiend out of this club. Perhaps she would smack his muzzle into the bar, and drag him out by his tail. Or perhaps she would break a few of his legs to keep him from running. Perhaps breaking off his horn and stab it through his hoof would be good enough to keep him focussed. But sadly many of these ideas would bring too much attention of the other partiers. She would have to figure out some kind of discrete, yet visceral way of making that blood sucker squeal. Nothing would stop her from that.
“CHEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~”
Or so she thought.
With eyes for a moment as large as carriage wheels in surprise, Cheerilee was once again, for the second time that night alone, Pulled into a cheek to cheek nuzzle with the one and only, Berry Punch.
“BERRY!?!” Cheerilee exclaimed in a surprise that she should have gotten used to by now, but that’s the thing about surprises, It surprises you.
Berry looked harrowed, her hair was all out of its place, even more than usual, and her breath actually drowned out most of the other smells in the club, with its texture of pure alcohol.
The purple mare smiled for just a second as she grasped Cheerilee´s cheeks in her hooves.
“Yes its me silly~ And I got to tell you... I have had a Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzyyyyyyyyyyy night out, Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrll~ Ehehehehe~” she said before leaning more into Cheerilee, almost mashing her muzzle into Cheerilee´s in her drunken stupor, with that silly smile on her face. Cheerilee was not amused.
“I should damned well say!!! I heard that you and Pen disappeared and feared the worst!” She growled at Berry, careful not to reveal her fangs. Berry was taken a little aback by Cheerilee´s sudden aggression, but she just kept smiling.
“Oh Yea, That, Yeaaaaaa There was a bunch of mean dogs who... picked me up and dragged me down to their little den, it was soooo cool~” she said, in retrospective fun, before attempting to get a more serious face on, though the alcohol prevented it from being fully genuine. “Uhm, sorry bout your date though... But It all turned out all right in the end!” She said with a grin of conviction, while pulling at Cheerlee, urging her to come along, up towards the bar. Cheerilee did follow along, but she was agast. And Angry.
“Alright in the end!? What in the name of Tararus do you mean!? You just said you were kidnapped! How did you escape!? And what happened to Pen!?”
Berry Punch just kept pushing Cheerilee towards the bar, but was getting a much more unamused look on her face, as if he was getting insulted by her constant insipid questions.
“Well, I'll tell you if you will tell me why you lied to me, gurl!” she said with a huff. “Why´re you here, if you had to go to some important meetin?” she asked. They had almost gotten to the bar, before she sat down on her haunches and crossed her hooves.
‘Dont... Rip... Off... Her... Head...’ Cheerilee kept telling herself, as the anger and confusion was bubbling within her. How in the wide world of Equestria Berry Punch had gotten herself free from a pack of Diamond Dogs, was beyond her. Where the hell was Pen, then?! And why had she gotten a message from the Fiend!?
“Berry, you have no idea what you are in the middle of at the moment, just tell me how you got away, and where Pen is!” Cheerlee demanded to know in her most insistent voice. She was thankful now for the loud music, it made their heated conversation turn into something much more of the background than if she had been yelling in the middle of the streets.
And yet, through all this noise, she heard one answer clearly, coming just to the right of her, up in the bar.
“Perhaps it would be best... if I explain that to you, Miss Cheerilee.”
Cheerilee turned her face to find the source of the voice, and for a moment everything just stopped.
It was him. That white unicorn from the sewers. That unicorn she had seen carrying Emerald away like she was some kind of downed prey that he would put away to devour later. That same almost shining white coat, which could easily make him be mistaken for one of the guards, if he was not so much more averagely sized. Those same hind legs that had bucked her in the face, and actually caused her skull to crack with a single strike. She remembered crawling desperately out of the sewers, blood seeping down the side of her face, before the wound and bone finally healed up.
That very same pony she had suspected all along was just sitting there casually on a bar stool, leaning on the bar and with a casual smile on his lips.
Cheerilee was not moving a single muscle, even as Berry reacted before her.
“Heyyyyyy there Angelllllll~ Sssssssho nice of you to help me with this... Cheerilee can be stubborn as a mule shometimes!” Berry huffed, before looking around herself a bit. “No offence to mules though...”
The white unicorn gave a small chuckle as Berry quickly added the last comment, and quickly, and of course with quite an imbalance, sat herself on a barstool next to him.
“Of course, Berry. No offence to them.” he replied.
Berry was a bit wobbly on the chair, before she turned to Cheerilee with a bright grin.
“Well, come here gurl! Share a drink with me. Angel here can explain a whole horse better than I can!” she said, without the least bit of shame in her voice.
This was not good, Cheerilee knew this. Nothing was good right now. The evil unicorn was right there. All she had to do was smash his muzzle into the bar and start questioning him right there! But she would make a scene in public, and Berry would begin to ask questions. It was an avalanche waiting to happen.
‘Ok, calm down, when Plan A fails, move to Plan B, if Plan B is out of reach, move on to Plan C, if you don’t have a Plan C, improvise!’ Cheerilee quickly told herself, before her face shifted back into an angry feature. Staying calm didn’t mean staying nice.
“I certainly hope he can come up with a damned good explanation, Berry, or so help me I will somehow get back at you.” She scowled at her friend while calmly moving to take the barstool right next to Berry, still within a hoofsreach of that white unicorn.
“Perhaps you could give her detention, Miss Cheerilee?” he said in a calm, sort of joking tone of voice, while sending Cheerilee a knowing look that she returned with a scowl that only was between the two of them, flying directly over the head of Berry. She instead was aghast at the unicorn´s suggestion.
“Don’t encourage her! She is a teacher, she does that on a regular basis!” Berry declared loudly, as she clumsily fumbled for her glass of cider, taking on some lighter liquor now that she was deeper in the buzz.
Cheerilee wanted to snap at Berry about revealing her personal details, but instead just kept up her glare at the Unicorn.
“Well then, sir? Can you give me a damned good explanation for why one of my friends who was kidnapped earlier today suddenly appears in a bar?” Cheerilee asked.
The unicorn gave off a small amused chuckle before he calmly leaned himself more on the bar and looked over at Cheerilee past Berry.
“Well you see, Miss Cheerilee, I just so happen to work some odd jobs, and one of them was to investigate the sewers today. It is not a fancy job, but it is a job nonetheless.” He spoke with a small wave of his hoof dismissively. “Anyhoof, I was looking around for any odds and ends, when I found the dog´s lair, seeing them drag poor Miss Punch into their little den. I was worried about what they would do to her, so I quickly liberated her from the place.” His expression was casual, mirroring his tone of voice.
“You should have seen him! I mean... Seriously, you should, I only saw when the dogs were running away with their tails between their legs because thats when I woke up, but REALLY! You should have seen him! I bet it would have been awesome!” Berry quickly chipped in with much confidence, even though her sentence only really put even more holes in the story than Swizz Cheese.
Cheerilee knew he was lying through his teeth, and that there was many more details to this, but she could not call him out on it. Not as long as Berry was there. She gave a soft, yet the most fake smile she had done in such a long time.
“Oh, that is very fortunate... But what about Pen? The unicorn stallion with Berry?” she inquired further, peering over at the White Unicorn, with what looked like worried intrigue.
The white unicorn casually shifted himself in his seat before answering.
“Oh, the young stallion sadly got his tail dislocated by the beasts, so I sent him on to the hospital. Most likely why he might not have contacted you, Miss Cheerilee.” he said with a calm, yet superior smile. It was a sort of silent message towards Cheerilee. He didn’t just feel slightly superior, he was the one with the ultimate upper hoof in this situation.
Cheerilee sent a momentary glare in retaliation which once again flew completely over the head of Berry, who was still fully convinced the conversation was nice and civil.
“I see...” Cheerilee finally replied. Before the unicorn could make any sort of retort, Berry suddenly burst out giggling.
“Oh don’t worry about it Cheerilee! He´ll be back on his hooves by tomorrow... I think... Anyhoof, I don’t think you should hold your hopes up gurl, He seemed like a Pony on the other side of the barn, if you get what I mean.” she said, leaning over in Cheerilee, nudging at her and winking overtly, and overly signalling her meaning.
For a split second, Cheerilee was distracted by the comment, but just gave an annoyed sigh.
“Yes Berry, I get what you mean... Now stop nudging me...” she said, as Berry had simply continued to nudge for much longer than necessary.
Berry finally picked up on the suggestion and stopped the nudging, only to lean back on her chair and more onto the unicorn.
“Aaaaaaaannnnyyyhoof, Cheerliee is a teacher, it’s her special talent, she has become more of a night pony, and used to enjoy long walks on the beach, is still single and has even a personal friendship with a ceeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaarrrrrrtain members of the elements of harmony~” Berry summed up in a slurry, which was supposed to sound like a sales pitch tone of voice, but just ended up sounding like a pony with its tail stuck in a door.
The white unicorn chuckled slightly at Berry´s antics, while Cheerilee was laughing in completely false way.
“Beheheheryy... I told you so long ago to stop summing up my private life to perfect strangers...” she spoke in between grinding her teeth in frustration.
Berry just huffed at the notion. “Oh, shush Cheerileeeee, you´re still young, and yet you haven’t been going out with anypony since that Big Mac inchident... And now I find you in town, nuzzling with somepony who most certainly is in the closet... You need some help, guuuuurlll!”
The white unicorn was looking upon the spectacle in sadistic amusement as Cheerilee was squirming within her small confined borders of not wanting to make a scene, yet still having to put up with her friend. Cheerilee ground her teeth again. “Listen, Berry-”
“HEY HEY HEY! WAZZUP EVERYPONEIGH!?”
Suddenly, their conversation was broken by a voice that towered over the music speakers, not really bothering to turn down the volume on the music to speak through the microphone, effectively almost deafening several ponies in the bar.
The group´s gazes shifted up towards the turntables where another white unicorn was now standing there with a microphone. This was a mare though, with a blue striped mane and sunglasses.
“ITS ME! The Ruler of Rock, the Mistress of Music, the Delightful Discjokey, DJ-PON3, And you know that I will always rock your hooves off!” The obnoxiously loud DJ announced through the speakers, gaining a wave of cheers from the dancing ponies. Though only gaining groans of pain from Cheerilee, and a flicker of pain from the unicorn near her at the bar. Satisfied with the response, the DJ continued.
“Now all you wonderful ponies have been out partying all night and rocking the foundation of Manehatten, But you seem to forget that with a great party, one also needs to get your throat wet, so just to give us all some more time to down multiple litres of cider, and knock our brains loose, Here is some music from a personal friend, and personal favourite of mine. It’s a bit calmer, but that will just be the contrast for later when we all are back to strength, Is everypony cool with that?”
Surprisingly there was a seemingly unanimous agreement with the sentiment, and many ponies was beginning to shift from the dance floor and more up towards the bar. Cheerilee thought that finally perhaps her ears could get some rest, but no such luck. The voice continued just once more.
“This number is much slower, so take your time to enjoy it. Maybe bring that Special Somepony out onto the dance floor for just a one on one, I know I am going to~” the DJ declared before lifting up her sunglasses and winking out into the audience, who seemed to all cheer the idea along, and most of the club was now shifting. Many of those from the bar and the corners were getting to the dance floor, and those formerly inhabiting the dance floor was heading for the bar, just as the music started. It was much softer than before, and actually more reminiscent of classical music.
Cheerilee gently rubbed her ears to just ease their throbbing. Supernatural hearing was just not helping the situation, though out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Berry had gotten a huge beaming grin on her face.
“What is it, Berry?” she with a slightly frustrated tone, knowing the mare would most likely speak up, even if she was silent.
“Well, didn't you just hear what the DJ said? Get somepony out on the dance floor!” she said, her head sort of nudging towards the white unicorn. “Take Angel out for a Dance!”
“What!?” Cheerilee asked, both her covering teacher facade and her underlying agent core agast. Get out on the dance floor with the damned Fiend?! How earthshatteringly...
brilliant did Berry have to be.
It just dawned before Cheerilee just as the unicorn that Berry had constantly been calling ‘Angel’, casually got off his chair and smiled.
“Well, Why Not, Miss Cheerilee? I believe that would be a perfect time to... Get some Quality time together.” he said calmly. Cheerilee knew what he meant. The dance floor was emptying, and Berry was going to stay at the bar. It was perfect.
With a quick shift off of her chair, Cheerilee shrugged her shoulders slightly.
“I... guess that would be nice...” she said, being good at acting uncertain, and even giving Berry a small worried glance, who only returned it with an enthusiastic nod, before walking out onto the dance floor, deep into the club with ‘Angel’ right besides her.
Berry was wearing a grin the width of a barn door as she shifted a few seats at the bar, to get to the nearest drinking pony before the seats would be taken.
“I, am the BEST shipper EVER!” she declared as she suddenly intruded on a gray earth pony in a pink bow tie. The gray mare looked for a moment in surprise and confusion, before Berry did a complete U-turn in her demeanor, as she suddenly broke down in sobs, yelling out in drunken frustration; “THEN WHY CAN'T I HANDLE MY OWN LOVE LI-HI-HI-HI-HI-HIIIIII-FE!?!?!?” and then ended face planting the bar.
A few moments of awkward silence (under the music of course) stayed before the other mare awkwardly asked “Another round?”, and Berry lit up like a Hearth´s warming eve tree.
“Yes please!”
Back on the dance floor, Cheerilee had finally found what she was certain was a secluded spot, before turning around to face ‘Angel’ who seemed to take advantage of the secluded spot to calmly flick his mane back a bit, before smirking in return at Cheerilee.
“I must say, your friend is quite an interesting pony.” he said, approaching up to a... Rather intimate distance between the two, their muzzles not far apart, yet Cheerilee did not flinch. She was dropping the teacher demeanor and glaring at him.
“So she is... ‘Angel,’ tell me, is that what they call you before they move on to ‘Fiend’?” Cheerilee asked with a certain amount of venom in her voice. The Fiend just chuckled, though.
“Both are right... In their own ways. I tend to keep to Angel when around the unsuspecting Roan...” the Fiend casually spoke as he took a step back, and gave a small bow, on the outside still making believe that the two were going to be pleasantly dancing. Cheerilee returned the bow.
“The Roan?” she asked with a small raised eyebrow. For a moment, a slightly surprised expression washed over the Fiend´s face, before he sighed.
“Oh yes, it has been so long since you vampires have seen any of us... I should only expect that you have degraded even further...” he mused, before walking closer to Cheerilee again, casually leaning in to the side of her neck, getting a close, intimate dance, yet the two both knew that the other could possibly kill the former.
Cheerilee made a low sort of growl, before the Fiend continued.
“It is a term for the... mortal ponies...” he replied.
“What are you... You aren’t an average vampire, that much I know, or else Emerald would have been another newborn.” Cheerilee growled at the Fiend, while the two were so slowly dancing back and forth, the music drowning out their conversation for any other pesky ears.
The Fiend shook his head and let out small tsks.
“A conversation usually contains answering questions on turn, Miss Cheerilee, you have for now only been asking me things, and I believe you´re getting rather intrusive.” He smirked, his voice just so sadistically confident, knowing that he could drag out the time as much as he wanted.
Cheerilee snorted in return. “This isn't a conversation. I am questioning you... If I wanted a conversation, I would want to be sure that whatever is spoken, is true.” she said with a firm nod. The Fiend just giggled though.
“Oh really? Since when have you had a truthful conversation with your friends?” he inquired.
Cheerilee was taken aback by the metaphorical slap to the face. She had not spoken with her friends truthfully for… years… And she didn't think that Luna counted as… a friend.
Fiend slowly continued to slowly move in sync with Cheerilee.
“Let this then be your first in a long time.” he spoke, gaining Cheerilee´s attention again. “An agreement of truth, between liars.” he offered, with a confident, if slightly suspicious smirk. Cheerilee took a few seconds to consider it, but she could not think of any reason why not. This was most likely the best she could get out of him.
“Alright then… What is your question?” she asked. The Fiend turned his head to face Cheerilee and looked her in the eyes.
“Who is your elder?”
Cheerilee blinked in confusion a moment at the question.
“My elder?” she repeated. The Fiend responded by sighing and giving a small facehoof.
“Sweet Allfather, you beasts have truly degenerated… Who was the vampire who turned you? Who was the one to teach you the rules of the night?”
Cheerilee was slightly surprised how the Fiend seemed to be genuinely surprised and disconcerted.
“I don't believe he could be described as my elder, but a pony named Valiant turned me… He didn't teach me anything, though.” she responded, not wishing to give him every detail. That was going to cost him questions.
The Fiend gave off a low annoyed growl, but not at Cheerilee. He was looking aside before returning his gaze to the vampire mare.
“I hope you have put him down for his lack of responsibility…” he replied before both of them made a small synchronized turn while the music shifted a bit. The one calm track was replaced by another one, again very cello filled. “Your turn, Cheerilee.” he stated, before smirking again, his annoyance having settled, and his confidence seemingly back. Cheerilee took mental note of this.
“What are you? You both speak as if you´re something different, and you didn't turn Emerald into another vampire, even if you bit her. According to our data, that should not be possible…” she slowly stated the last comment, before firmly glaring at the Fiend. “What, are, you?”.
A moment's silence passed between the two, before the Fiend answered.
“A remnant of the past… A stallion out of place… I am superior to you smaller beasts… I am a Kaynite.” he answered, his voice filled with pride, superiority, and darkness. He reveled in a sense of empowerment from the word Kaynite.
Cheerilee froze. Kaynite. It sounded familiar, somehow, she was not certain how it just felt like it was nibbling at the back of her head. The Fiend smirked and leaned more forwards, pushing completely against Cheerilee, leaning in to her ear.
“Now you tell me Cheerilee, does that awaken something within you? Does that not wake a little nibbling feeling? A little sense of... inferiority?” he whispered sadistically. Power and gratification was hanging in his voice like a bad smell, and it actually made Cheerilee want to shiver. How could he know?
The Fiend retracted himself again and could not keep himself from letting out a satisfied, dark chuckle.
“Oh no need to answer me that, little vampire. I know it… its in your nature. Its in your blood.” he said, laying extra emphasis on the last word.
Cheerilee flinched as the Fiend now seemed so intrusive and his words gave away to so many new questions. But she had to make sure to ask the right ones. Biting into her lower lip a moment, she composed herself again.
“Then tell me, what is a Kaynite? As far as I am concerned, you are just another undead bloodsucker like me,” Cheerilee retorted with a small amount of extra confidence which she had dug up. The Fiend looked like he was more amused than insulted by Cheerilee´s incursion.
“Oh a Kaynite is a true nightdweller. One with grace, elegance, heritage, and power.” He smirked before waving a hoof dismissively a moment. “Vampires are like a disease. We are a true race.” His response held an air of dignity and confidence, before moving on to his question. “Tell me, how many have you had to kill in order to sate your hunger? How many Roan have suffered the loving embrace of the final death at your fangs?” he inquired with a low, almost purring voice.
The questions were stinging Cheerilee like long, cold needles. He seemingly knew just what to ask to make her feel uncomfortable. Her fakely beating heart was sinking slowly with each question, the everlasting guilt trip slowly sinking over her mind, yet she kept on her facade of stoic glaring at the Fiend, even as they continued to dance.
“Was that an official question?” she growled in return of the Fiend, before making a small twirl move. The Fiend mirrored the twirl before giving off an amused huff.
“No, I just simply wished to see your reaction,” he spoke with amusement.
“Alright then, here is an official question. Why do you believe yourself so powerful? I still haven't seen anything that makes you Kaynites any better than a regular vampire,” she spat at him, trying to throw the ball into his curve, and keep the pressure on him. The retort was that same, amused giggle that he so sadistically enjoyed.
“My dear Cheerilee… Haven't you noticed already?... Oh of course you haven't… and that's exactly the point…” he purred his words lowly, before suddenly reaching his hooves out and grabbing Cheerilee into a tight, on the outside, dance like embrace, and whispered in her ears. “Why don't you, take another look?” He purred.
Cheerilee was baffled as she felt the strength that was within the Fiend´s hooves, and especially the grip around her. It was as if it was ready to shatter her bones at any command. She was confused and squirmish a moment. Take a look at what!?
But thats when it dawned to her. She looked over his shoulder and finally was able to see his cutie mark.
It was a red, twisted, thorny rose, wrapped around an unknown item, yet what she could see, was that the thorns were drawing blood. They were dripping. It was a bloody rose.
Cheerilee´s eyes widened in realization.
“Why have I only seen that now?” she asked.
“Power, Cheerilee… With the right power, you can make yourself anything… Imposing, inspiring, terrifying… Or as you now see… simply… something you don't notice…” he grinned with sadistic glee, in both seeing, and feeling the puny vampire´s reaction.
Cheerilee looked like she was completely blank for a moment. This was gradually turning out to be a bigger and bigger threat than she anticipated. She had to get him now.
“And now for a very important question, Miss Cheerilee… Tell me, who do you work for?”
The Fiend had gently begun to let go of her as to make the two look eye to eye. Cheerilee was slowly, and casually lifting her hoof up to try and reach for the hairclip.
“Princess Luna,” Cheerilee said casually, and even with a confident smirk of her own, hoping that it would throw off this so called Kaynite. Letting him know just who he had begun to mess with.
But just inches before she reached the clip, her hoof stopped.
In an insanely swift motion, the Fiend had swung up his one hoof to block Cheerilee off from access to the clip.
Cheerilee looked back at the Fiend and realized that his formerly smirking and superior face… had turned to anger.
“You… work for Luna?” he almost hissed at her. It was almost a terrifying flip of a coin.
“Yes… I do,” she replied with as much confidence as she could muster from the sudden surprise shift of demeanor.
The Fiend´s gaze had turned almost feral, as his eyes also began to shine up in red anger for just a moment, before it all shifted back to a small smirk again.
“Well then… that changes everything…” he said, before in just as swift a motion that had stopped Cheerilee from reaching the hair clip, he snatched it out of her mane with his magic, letting it levitate in between the two of them. “I must say, it was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Cheerilee, but if you want any further information about me or my kind, please refer your questions to your boss. Don't be surprised if she has you executed, then,” he said with a wickedly self confident grin. “And do tell her a little thing from me…” he said before taking a step backwards, and letting go of the hair clip from his magic.
“What?” Cheerilee asked, in confusion.
“That an Amour, does not take kindly, to breaking an oath.” he said before his hoof suddenly came crashing down upon the hairclip.
Everything happened so fast after that. The doors crashed open, and the guards that Cheerilee had posted came flooding in, causing panic and confusion amongst the guests. Cheerilee only had a split second to look upon the Fiend before he smirked at her and sprinted through small crowd on the dance floor. He didn't care about the ponies in his path as they were just pushed aside, like it was some kind of rugby game. He was heading for the stage.
Cheerilee remembered the building layout perfectly, and she knew there was an emergency staircase behind the stage, which could lead to both the street level, but also to the roof.
The Fiend jumped from the dance floor to the stage, smashing into, and toppling over a pair of large speakers, which proceeded to smash into the turntable. The unicorn DJ almost screamed in some kind of mix of horror and anger, “MY TURNTABLE!!”.
The Fiend was completely nonchalant though, he just sprinted off behind the stage, with Cheerilee left to deal with the chaos behind him.
Cheerilee set off in a sprint as well, following in the wake of the Fiend created chaos. Leaping from the dancefloor, she followed after him as fast as she could. Getting backstage, she saw the door to the backalley had already been crashed open from the outside, as her guards had been flowing in. But she also saw the Fiend. He didn't seem to care about the guards, as he simply dashed up the stairs, ignoring their yells, and demands of him keeping in place. Cheerilee sprinted after him, only turning her head to call back down to the guards “Its the Fiend! Follow me!”
The guards got the command and followed as fast as they could, but that was like asking a regular pony to keep up with a speeding train, they did, inevitably lose ground on their supernatural target, simply by being slower.
Cheerilee cursed under her breath, realizing that if she were to catch the fiend, she could not rely on those guards. But hopefully, those on the roof would be able to stop him.
The stairs were a large square structure that kept going around and around, the railings in the middle to keep ponies from falling in. But Cheerilee knew she could not be careful with this. The Fiend was already halfway up the stairs, and she could not let him get away. She leapt up upon one of the railings, and set off with all her strength and speed, making the metal shiver from the sudden shock, and sent her self flying upwards, towards the next railing. She mirrored her former leap on the next piece of railing, and got even further up, much like what ponies had seen in those ninja films. However this was much less elegant, and much more urgent.
Finally reaching the top of the stairs, she found the door already smashed open, yet from the inside and the outside world was revealing what could be described as an accursed brawl.
Stepping out onto the rooftop, she did not at first see the Fiend, but the guards she had posted on the roof engaged in a desperate struggle with a pair of large diamond dogs. The guards had snuck spears along, but they seemed to be of little aid against the lumbering creatures who simply swept the weapons out of their hooves/magic/wings. The guards had done damage on the creatures though. While they still seemed to be fighting unwaveringly, large bruises and wounds were apparent on the dogs. One of the guards noticed Cheerilee and waved at her in the heat of battle.
“Agent Cheerilee! Help us!” He yelled, before suddenly getting smashed into the concrete roof by a large diamond dog paw.
Cheerilee was too late to save that guard, she could hear the crack of his skull as his head collided with the concrete, but she knew that she could possibly stop all of this right now. But just out of the corner of her eye, she could see the Fiend was making his escape. Jumping from the Club building over to the fire escape staircase of the next one, heading up to a much higher roof, no doubt to get on to the next one.
Cheerilee was torn. One of the guards was already dead, and they didn't seem to stand a chance against the two diamond dogs, but if she stopped now to help them, she would be letting the Fiend escape. This could possibly be her only chance to get him, and to save Emerald and Pen.
For a split second, the crying face of Emerald flashed in her mind, and she took a snap decision. She would just have to see if she had made the right one later.
Setting off in a sprint, she passed the guards, and the large dogs, before leaping over to the opposite building´s fire escape.
A pang of guilt came over Cheerilee as her hooves clattered against the metal stairs, but she pushed the feeling aside, as she looked up, seeing the Fiend was still moving.
The screams and yells of the brawl below was slowly drowned out by the ringing of metal beneath her hooves as she sprinted up those stairs, constantly keeping her face looking upwards to see if the Fiend got off any earlier than the roof.
Finally reaching the roof, she saw the Fiend was standing on the far edge of the, looking back over his shoulders, directly at Cheerilee.
“You know, I was rather convinced you would stop to help your Pet Roan. Rather cold to just leave them to fight my subordinates,” he said with a smug grin.
Cheerilee let out an almost feral growl, revealing her fangs in fury and anger.
“Stop this now, Fiend. This ends here. I am taking you down!” she said, stepping threateningly forwards, aching to get all the pent up anger out in a good fight.
The Fiend shook his head, though calmly stepped down from the edge of the roof.
“Tsk Tsk tsk, Vampire. This is not going to be the last time we meet. You still have a traitor to visit…” he said with that same sort of smug grin that just made Cheerilee want to rip those lips straight off of his skull.
“Come here you coward! Lets end this!” she yelled before lunging at the Fiend.
To a normal pony, the fight would look completely impossible, as if the laws of physics and magic had been completely suspended. Cheerilee was insanely fast in her lunge, but the Fiend seemed to be just that bit faster as he sidestepped Cheerilee, making her slide forwards along the concrete for about a meter before she turned to try again. She was yelling in anger as she was jumping, yet only getting more and more angry as the Fiend seemed to be just able to dodge her. All the while he was wearing that same smug grin.
“Listen, why do you not simply just surrender, you know in your blood, that I am superior.” he said, before taking a complete halt, looking at Cheerilee who was about to lunge at him again. “Why do you struggle against your blood born master?” he asked, before taking another casual sidestep.
However, he did not not anticipate what happened next.
Cheerilee lunged at him, yes, but instead of aiming to tackle him, she had aimed herself in front of his hooves, so the moment he had sidestepped, she was still in front of him, with a smug smile of her own.
“Because, this,” she said, before shifting her weight onto her front hooves, and putting all her strength into her hind legs, and made a mighty buck that could break the bones of a normal pony.
Her bucking hooves smashed directly into the under the chin of the Fiend, who was flung backwards like a tossed over ragdoll. Cheerilee smirked as she heard the thud of flesh and bone hitting concrete. Turning around to look upon her handiwork, she saw that he was already getting up upon his hooves again, but he for once not had a smug grin on his face, but one of surprise. Also, a small amount of blood was gently dripping out of his mouth. The Fiend wiped it away with a hoof before looking upon it in the same sort of surprise.
Cheerilee smirked and leapt at him again, this was a perfect chance to crush him like the beast he was.
But now she was being the smug one. And smugness often goes hoof in hoof with hubris.
Leaping for the Fiend to tackle him, and get into the perfect position to kill him, had left her exposed to something she had not thought of. A stand your ground counterattack.
The Fiend glared at Cheerilee as she was barely a metre away from him, before he punched his hoof forwards, making it crash directly into Cheerilee´s abdomen, almost halting her like a piece of paper would be halted against a brick wall.
Cheerilee could feel how several of her inner organs had actually burst from the collected energy of her lunge into, and the power of, the Fiend´s hoof.
She collapsed off of his hoof and gasped reflexively for air, even as she didn't need it, before trying to get up again. She didn't get far however as the Fiend shifted his momentum on his hooves in order to let both gravity and energy work together in a mighty stomp down upon Cheerilee´s neck.
Bones cracked beneath hoof, and blood rushed into Cheerilee´s throat as she gasped reflexively for air, and tried to calm her body and reflexes. Even as the Fiend was still keeping the pressure of his hoof down on her throat.
“I must say, rather impressive of a simple vampire to draw blood from its better. Really, bravo, Miss Cheerilee, bravo.” his smug tone still shining through as his eyes had begun to light up in the red flare of blood lust. “I´d have rewarded you in the past… perhaps even considered putting a good word in to your true ruler.” he mused before pressing even harder down upon Cheerilee´s throat, making her writhe and gargle in pain. “But times are different now…” he lamented.
Cheerilee growled and gurgled up at the Fiend, her glare only meeting his smug eyes as she tried to reach her hooves up to push him down, but instead of getting the intended effect, the fiend simply stomped his other hoof down upon Cheerilee´s. Another crunch sounded as bone was shattered beneath the stomp, and making Cheerilee cry out in pain.
Finally, the Fiend sighed and removed the weight from Cheerilee, and stepped off of the vampire.
“Just stop following me… you will see me again soon… but you need to see somepony else first,” he said, before leaning his head down to Cheerilee´s, looking straight into her glaring eyes.
“Now, please excuse me,” he said, just as he lifted up his hoof a last time, and stomped it directly into Cheerilee´s face.
Thats when everything went black.
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Vampire ponies...
*eyetwitches*
...again...
*grabs high-capacity stake launcher*
Kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all, kill them all...
(Vampires suck)
3123156
uhm... alright?
3123169 I like killing vampires.
3123193
I... See?
3123198 You kinda hit my ultimate pet peeve of vampire tropes: the 'superior vampire race'.
I hate that with the same passion that a mongoose hates snakes.
Oh dear.
The guards shall surely fall.
What was she thinking, taking the risk of battling a foe so powerful and possibly doom the entirety of the ponies present during the attack?
She must become stronger if she is to defeat such an opponent!
Awaiting further releases.
3123282
Oh, Sorry
3123395
Anger and hubris can make fools of us all.
I will, again, try to speed up the release
3123447
Indeed.
I stay.
Brilliant, simply briliant
3123443 I never liked it when it first started. Then came "Blade"...
SO MUCH HATE!!!
3123616
Glad you think so
3123624
Is it just a pet peeve, or are you going to explain why?
3123807 It's simply nothing more than yet another power-game mechanism by vampire fanatics, while at the same time any 'mere mortals' are relegated to utter helplessness, completely at the whims of these all-powerful, unstoppable blood suckers who usually can control hundreds of minds with ease, can turn into all sorts of crap, and basically are Cartman from "South Park" claiming he has the power to have all the powers.
Unless one has a vamp fetish, the constant 1-uping of vampire tropes and cliches is nauseatingly dull.
3124315
What if I were to tell you there is a difference between One Upping, and arrogance?
3124347>>3124315 It's different if you're 1-upping like Mario
3124613
OH NO! Dont give them spoilers! They know not yet of the Mushroom!
So Roan is like the word Kine in VtM right?
3129015
Yes, that was the idea. I thought kine would not be fitting since there actually is, Well "Kine" around Equestria. Namely, cows.
3129074
Thanks, I think you chose a good replacement name :)
3133557
I am glad you think so
When I read Kaynite I had a line of dialogue coming from him that said "We popularized autotune".