Many days had passed since the Metal had fallen. It did not take long for Sun Strike's injuries to catch up to him. To be honest he got very lucky twice. The last talon strike that hit him should have ended his life, but none of the talons had managed to give him more then a gash. All in all however, he needed to recover, and he got the time he needed to do that.

Once Fluttershy had treated them, he and Midnight Fire made a hasty exit. After getting their stories straight, they went their separate ways. Midnight flew off somewhere, Sun returned to his motel room for some much needed rest. He virtually collapsed as soon as he reached his bed.

Fluttershy made sure to tell all of his friends, and made it a point to go check up on him whenever possible. She mostly cleaned and tended to his eye. His burns just needed time to heal. She also made it a point to explain the dangers of smoking, drinking, and pushing ones body too far... every time she visited. He wanted to explain to her that with the monster hunting, there wasn't much of a chance that it would be cigarettes or his love of whiskey that kill him, and that he pushes himself because he know he probably wont get to old age. He doesn't tell her though. She still took away his spirits and his cigarettes.

Midnight visited only once, they agreed then and there that it would be for the best if they kept the "potential end of the world" information strictly to Seekers only. Midnight didn't want public unrest. Sun Strike was afraid of Celestia finding out. Midnight was pretty hurt too, but to him, leg wounds were pretty superficial, after all he could fly. More then anything he was bruised, but he was mostly fine after a few days.

Each girl visited him at least three times. They all gave him worried and concerned looks, gave him some reassuring statements, then perhaps a hug or two. He actually didn't like the attention, he mostly wanted time to think, but he couldn't when they came to see him. On the other hoof, he really enjoyed having ponies in his life that care enough to make sure he is doing well. Too much affection was much better then none at all.

The best and worst came with the Crusaders. The came for great periods of time, and had powerful hugs. Scootaloo and Applebloom both managed to sneak him a care package of whiskey and cigarettes when they came. He was glad for the chance to drink and smoke, but he reminded himself that he would have to talk to them about it. It was his fault. Teaching them how to steal for a chance at their "cat burglar" cutie mark was not the greatest choice on his part.

Zecora only visited once. Mostly to check to see if he was even alive. Also to remind him about that drink he owed her.

It had been days since then. Now he had recovered fully. He hadn't felt this good since before the incident with the Black Dog. His head was no longer wrapped in bandages, but he did wear an eye patch designed by Rarity, which he didn't really understand. Yes it was softer, but it wasn't like he could see it. His scars were now hidden by regrown fur. The only parts of him that had scarred badly were hidden behind his eye patch.

Once he took a step outside, he gave a good stretch and took a deep breath. He enjoyed the outdoors. It made him happy to see all of the townsfolk going about their daily lives completely unaffected by the monster and creatures he dedicated his life to protecting them from. Completely unaware that the world as they know it may come to an end. They lived in blissful ignorance, and he envied them.

He enjoyed the outdoors for the first time in a long time. The fresh air in his mane, he just loved that slight breeze. The sun's pleasant rays upon him. The feel of dirt and grass under his hoof. The smell of trees on the breeze. However, his mood changed quickly when he felt eyes on himself. He looked around for the one he could feel watching him, but couldn't see who ever it was.

"Sun Strike!" Scootaloo shouted "I brought you a care package, I didn't know you were feeling better!" Little Scootaloo galloped toward her hero, her little wings fluttered slightly, a tiny burlap bag on her side.

He looked down at his body, "Well I guess that those care packages are working little Missy!" He wore a happy grin on his face.

They shared a hug and Scootaloo hid a blush.

"I got you more whiskey and cigarettes."

"Now, not that I aint grateful, but how did you get this stuff? You know that stealing is wrong right?"

"Yea... I know, I just wanted to get you something nice..."

"Well, maybe next time get a card."

Scootaloo looked down at her hooves.

Sun Strike reached into the tiny bag, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a big pack of cigarettes. Sliding out a single cigarette, he lit it up and took a long drag.

"Also don't smoke or drink, or else Fluttershy is going to lecture you. A lot."

"You endured the wraith of a Fluttershy lecture?" She exploded in horror and disbelief.

"I though I was going to get some free medical care... girly... I was wrong." he gave a shutter.

Scootaloo cringed, then gave a small giggle. Sun smiled at her. After more hugs, and some pokes to get a look under the eye patch, the other Crusaders soon joined up, again bringing about more hugs and smiles. After briefly catching up, the Crusaders agreed that they should be taken to lunch. They all knew Sun would be paying.

They sat down, ordered, and began to more thoroughly catch up Sun Strike. Things were pretty pleasant. Besides the odd look he was getting for being a grown stallion in a black trench coat, eye patch, and desperado hat, taking three tiny fillies out to lunch, it was rather good. They talked to him about school, and things like that. They filled him in on what their sisters had been up to. Nothing out of the ordinary. Applejack bucked apples. Rarity made dresses. Rainbow Dash... was being awesome. Things were rather normal. However, things got darker very quickly... as things with Seekers tend to go.

"So did you here Twilight and Lyra went missing yesterday?" Sweetie Belle asked casually as she enjoyed her fancy desert.

"Ah don't think so... that's kinda scary, all those mares who went missing and none of them have turned up yet." Applebloom answered.

Sun stood up and slammed a bag of bits into the table. He wore a grim expression on his face."Sorry to cut this short girls, but I got business to tend to." With that he rushed off. The girls frowned as they saw him gallop away.

Sun galloped hard, knowing that Midnight would already have something if this was a case. But first he had to go see if Twilight had really gone missing. Once he got to Library he immediately halted at the sign on the door. "TEMPORARILY CLOSED"

"Shit...."

"She aint here, got nabbed about a day ago." Midnight told him while perched on a tree branch.

"What did you do old man!" Sun snapped.

"Nothing, but something is gunna get to your friend if we don't work fast, we got a real problem." With that he tossed down a number of newspapers. Each had the same headline. MISSING MARES FOUND DEAD. Each was roughly twenty years apart. Sun examined each and every paper. Then dropped them, hating the words falling off his lips.

"...Vampyres..."

"Eeyup"

"Fuck...Vampyres, or Vampires?"

"The bad ones..."

"Fuck." Sun growled. He stomped the ground hard.... he was pissed, he was more angry then he had been in a long time. He blamed himself. If he had gotten back into action just a day earlier this could have been avoided. He was angry. Practically fuming.

There is a pretty big difference between Vampires and Vampyres. The two could get mixed up pretty easily, but there is a very big distinction between the two. Vampyres were significantly worse. Vampires crisp up in the sunlight like worms on a hot afternoon. Vampyres really don't give a fuck about the sun. Vampires have to worry about things like holy water, garlic, crucifixes, etc etc. All you have to do to kill a Vampire is decapitate them. Vampyres however, are completely unaffected by any of those things, but can only be killed by piercing their heart with a wooden stake, after they've been decapitated. The problem here being that they really don't care about if their head gets taken off, they still have full control of their bodies. Staking a moving body through a shriveled tiny heart can be difficult, even for expert Seekers. Vampyres also have the strength of ten ponies, and can move very quickly in the shadows. Vampires were just normal ponies with more then a few big weaknesses. Vampyres were very dangerous creatures.

"Are you sure?" Sun asked

"I got three of the fuckers not far from here. Figure you'd be upset about this, want to take out some pent up... frustration?"

"You got three? How?"

"How do ya think? Dead blood."

This is easily the greatest weakness to Vampyres, one Vampires don't have. Dead blood, for some reason Seekers don't fully understand, but assume has to do with life energies and what not. Vampyres are damaged by dead blood, that is blood drawn from a corpse, roughly at least a week gone. When ingested, it acts like a potent tranquilizer. However, if it were to ever make contact with their blood, it causes a brutal, and painful physical reactions.

"Good, I'm standing again, and itching for some action, not to mention that I'm fucking pissed. I wanna crack some skulls."

"Good, very good, Ah need that, Ah cant crack these fuckers."

"I can."

"That's why ahm here, waitin' fer yer sorry ass, c'mon, let's go, follow me." Midnight said as he glided down and began to glide down the road slowly, Sun following not far behind.

The building was old, and at the far end of town, the only building on the plot of land. It as one of those building everypony saw, but just never thought about. Sun followed Midnight in to the old dank building, it was nearly filled to the brim with cobwebs and other signs of age. Down they went into an old basement.

Within the old washroom, were three ponies, all bound by a comically large amount of chains and bindings. Each sat in a chair that had been bolted to the ground and back wall. The first was a pale green unicorn, however unicorn wasn't a very accurate description anymore. Midnight had obviously been trying to work this one over, his horn was a stub, and he was covered in gashes, bruises, and blood stained fur. There was a drain in the center of the room, sitting calmly waiting to be used. The second pony was a pale maroon bat pony, ironically it was a vampyre bat pony, he was significantly less injured then the others. There was a single light on an old chain, dangling from the ceiling of the basement, it was on, but every now and then it flickered. The third and last pony was a standard earth pony, a pale red, he looked like he had just been beaten recently.

The worse part of this... talk, was that vampyres cant die unless those certain conditions are met, if they had eaten recently, they can actually regenerate very quickly, but these starved vampyres were healing very slowly, but still at a incredible rate for a standard pony of any kind.

Sun looked at all three, then calmly lit up a cigarette, assessing them.

"You foal-napped one of my friends, I want her back. Let me explain that things will go much better if you just talk now. " Sun said flatly, none of them opened their mouths.

"Alright, tried this your way, now it my time, trench knife." Sun said calmly, as he approached the bat pony.

Midnight, let out a slightly audible laugh, then tossed his son his large trench knife, then returned upstairs. Sun trotted to the bat pony, then began to cut free a wing, which once freed shot out and stretched. Once it did however, Sun plunged the knife clear through the leathery wing, and into the white tiled wall.

"Nothing you can do would be worse then what the Mad Doctor will do to us." the bat grunted. Sun slid out his new bottle of whiskey and took a long drink. Then set it down not far away. Midnight happen to trot back in with some kind of radio set on his back. After a brief set up period, the radio began to play some classic rock music that pounded the small washroom. Sun did a little dance to the hard rock, pulling out the knife.

"-TERY REMAINS, FOR THEY SAY THEY STILL WAIT TO BE SEEN! ( a rather amazing guitar solo exploded out.)

As it played the music, Sun danced up to the bat pony again, then slammed the knife into his leg. Midnight trotted up soon after, and grabbed the bat's face. Sun took a long drag on his cigarette. Tapped away the ash. Then got very close. He pushed the burning cigarette toward the bat's eye. The bat instinctively flinched, turning his head way. Midnight pushed, and began to better hold it in place. The second time, the cigarette sizzled as it touched the bats eyeball. The scream came out, but could not win the fight against the raging rock and roll music.

"IT'S NEVER THE LIGHT YOU SEEK! OHHH YEAH! OHOHOHOHOHOHYAAAAAAA!"

Midnight slid Sun a jar of dead blood, and a crudely large syringe. The two closed in on the other eye. The bat pony returned to silence. The other two captured vampyres just watched in anguish. Midnight had to once again hold not just the bat's face still, but hold his eye open. To the bat, the needle crawled towards his eye, getting closer and closer far too slowly. Then with a little push, penetrated his eye. More screams were hidden behind old rock music. In seconds, the dead blood worked it horrible magic on the Vampyre. The eye bloated to the point where it looked like it wanted to pop, the veins on that side of the bats face and neck all bulged, wanting to break, the bat just kept screaming and screaming. His body couldn't hold back, his flesh turned a grim meaty gray-brown, and his veins surged, wanting to burst out all at once. Sun gave a slight sigh of sadness, as he lifted Scootaloo's gifted whiskey, taking one last long drink. Then he smashed it into the bats bloated side, spraying bitter blackening blood on the walls, floor, and nearest companion. Sun held the bottle over the bat, making sure he was coated with the powerful whiskey.

"Hey Midnight?" Sun asked, as the short pause between songs finished.

"Ya?"

"How do you like your cooked vamps?"

"Extra crispy, very very well done."

"Me too! How nice!" Sun replied with a fake smile, as he flicked his cigarette at the bat. It did not take long for the bat to turn into a inferno chained to a metal chair. The bat shook violently in his seat. Sun and Midnight both shared a laugh.

Vampyres can't die unless the parameters are met. Needless to say, they both really enjoyed torturing these ponies. They were both very good at it now. After a good ten minutes of burning and screaming agony. Midnight left and returned with a bucket of water and splashed the fire away, before leaving to retrieve more water. The bat's body was completely devoid of fur. Just a crispy black surface layer of meat. Like when you leave something on a pan for too long, and it chars into ash. Only that the bat was still alive through that process. Sun swiftly pulled out his sawed-off, and blasted the bat's head clean off, normally that could have regenerated rapidly with his being a vampyre, but the level of agony, exhaustion and other conditions, healing was nearly impossible. A stake through the heart was next.

This made the vampyre wither and die like a cut flower. His body, already crispy, flaked away, as he seemed to age two-hundred years in five seconds. His wither, dried, husk of a corpse still sat in the chair, not far from the other two. Sun grinned maliciously. "Ready to talk you two?"

They weren't. The father and son tried out a new technique on the pale red earth vampyre. Vivisection. A process where the two sliced open the vampyre, then removed all of his organs... while the vampyre could still fell all of them. However, this was not enough to break him. Coated in blood, and coating everything with blood, the two quickly came up with a plan of action. Midnight, had been prepared, producing a jar of maggots. After he did, he stepped out to dig a rather shallow hole. Sun couldn't help but laugh as he began stuff the flesh eating maggots into organs, before stuffing them back in to the vampyres body. Then after about seven minutes, Midnight returned, and the two buried the vampyre filled with maggots that would eat him from the inside out in a shallow grave. The two pushed a large boulder over that grave.

The unicorn gave in not long after that, they began removing his face with a trench knife dipped in dead blood. They killed him quickly, one beheading slice, then a stake through the heart. Quick and easy.

They learned that the girls were being held captive in a Vampyre nest in the Everfree. The two face-hoofed, they should have known that. The Vampyres had begun to move into a large destroyed castle ruins. This meant that they would need help. Who better then Zecora?

The two knocked on the front door of Zecora's hut. The door shot open, Zecora opened it in a rush, as soon as she saw Sun Strike, she began to speak.

"We have a very big problem! There are-"

"Vampyres I know, we already found out where they are nesting." Sun cut in, Zecora eye's widened. Then turned hard.

"They have Twilight Sparkle."

"I know..." Sun began to explain what they knew of the situation, most of which Zecora had already known. She grinned when he told her the whereabouts of the nest. She explained that she knew exactly where the ruins were.

They began their way toward the ruins soon after. They all had everything they needed. Midnight had his broad machete, and a lever-action-shotgun. Sun had his trusty machete, and sawed-off shotgun. Zecora had what she called a kukri blade, which just looked like a larger machete with a bit of a curve. Each took a turn dipping their weapons in dead blood before they left. Then it was a matter of sneaking. Their were guards around the ruin perimeter. Large, muscular, pale colored vampyre ponies. Their dead eyes keeping a look out. The Seekers were in a bush, hiding just barely outside the look out's vision.

Zecora reached into her saddle bag and pulled out several throwing knives. Next she opened her jar of dead blood. Dipping each throwing knife in, she grinned. After the Seekers watched the vampyres movements for about thirty minutes, they acted, knowing the general pattern that they walked in.

In a silent gallop they made their way toward the ruined castle's outer wall. Zecora danced on two hooves, then rolled forward, somehow in the process she tossed two throwing knives, that hit their target perfectly. The two vampyres that might of seen them, fell, the knives landing right in their throats, they wouldn't be making any sounds for a while.

Once at the wall, with Midnight's help they began to scale it. Their swiftness made them hardly noticeable. The sun was getting close to setting and a dark chilling breeze began to blow. Laying low, they snuck through the castle. Their hooves didn't make a single sound. They moved carefully, but kept a fast pace, not wanting to in one place too long. While on the move, Sun caught a glimpse of two vampyre, and barely overheard a few words.

"I smell something..."

"Me too." Sun just kept moving.

They entered a large open hall. Full of cages that looked new, sticking to the wall, they noticed two guards in the center of the hall. The building had no roof, and upon closer inspection, they notice that this was actually a old throne room, much like Celestia and Luna's. Only this one was full of cages. Cages full of mares. At least thirty mares were trapped in this place. Half were laying strapped to old mats, tables, or just the floor. Ten looked like they had been here for too long, and five appeared rather fresh, not looking as worn down as the others. Among those five was Twilight Sparkle.

This... this is why Sun Strike hates, just HATES, vampyres. The Vampyre birthing process can be... difficult for the mother. Mostly because they are literally growing a monster inside of their body. It is not uncommon for a baby to just tunnel itself out once it was done developing. Which is a nice way to say that they can very well burst out of their mother's abdomen like an alien from a horror movie where at the end a mare trots around with nothing on but a flamethrower and white cotton panties.

Not only that, but a vampyres only form of sustenance is blood. A mother must give up here own blood for the baby, so it is not uncommon for the mother to die from either internal bleeding, or severe blood loss. This is the only recorded situation in which standard death perimeters do not need to be met. The baby literally steals the life away from the mother. So to make up for this severe potential for population loss, Vampyres found out that their close relation to normal ponies allows them to work around this... kind of. Rather then have their own mares carry the babies, they get surrogates... usually by kidnapping mares, keeping them alive off scrapes, raping them until they are pregnant, then waiting to see if they survive the gestation process, if they do, then it starts all over again.

The very idea of this made Sun... very mad. So seeing the practice was far from good for him. Not only that, but they intended to do this to his close friend Twilight Sparkle...

"You two work on getting the girls free, I'm gunna cause a distraction." Sun stated as he took up his wooden stake, machete and sawed-off. The blade in his mouth, the other in hooves.

"How you aimin' to do that?" Midnight asked

"I'm just gunna... rage for a while."

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Two Vampyres sat looking at Twilight just outside her cage. She sat in her cage, glaring.

"Whatchu you thik the Doc whats with this one?"

"She looks like she'd be a tight fit mate, thats prolly why. Wouldn't mind gettin' a taste of 'er mahself." Twilight's eyes widened, and a smile came across her face.

"You want the Doc's prize pick? That's fukin' crazy mate!" The Vampyre said with a laugh, turning to his friend expecting a head, but only saw the withering bloody stump. BOOM

It became a blood bath very quickly. Sun's blade rampaged as more and more Vampyres flooded into the room. Their focus solely on the Seeker butchering and actually killing Vampyre after Vampyre. Midnight and Zecora focused on getting the mares out of their cages, but they were quickly realizing that escape was becoming less and less of a option as the sheer number of Vampyres continued to rise.

Sun's normally graceful combat style was gone. He was too angry to fight correctly. Instead he just went wild. The Vampyres surged at him, moving faster then any pony could ever move. He quickly dropped his machete and stake and drew Radiance. He stopped caring about killing them, it would take months for them to recover after he was done with them. The Sun wouldn't do more then make an irritating rash for a Vampyre, but the solar powered rapier was still much more effective. He slashed and stabbed rapidly, quickly turning Vampyres into chunks. A flurry of swings, and any Vampyre foolish enough to get close was quickly turned into pieces. He hacked and slashed his way through the herd. This swipe takes a limb, the next took a head, then a big piece of meat, more limbs, more meat. Anything that close enough to land a good hit ate his sawed-off. It's thundering power reduced them to meaty bits. He just kept cutting them down. He was coated in their blood. That stench of copper was all he could smell. His one eye stung. His chest fur was dripping, his mane was soaked save for the spot that his hat did hide. He let out a lot of frustration. He was still angry about losing that eye. Every second he had some distance between the herd, he would stomp down on the growing pile of gore on the floor.

Midnight and Zecora had moved quickly, getting the mare out was easy. Zecora was a good lock picker. Midnight's lever-action made for an excellent lock-picking kit. They finally reached the last cage, nearest to the throne, Twilight's cage. She tried to hold back a scream.

"Quickly! He's coming! Get me out of here! Now! I can't use magic! PLEASE!"

Zecora couldn't beat this lock, it was much more complicated then the others. The cage was definitely made to hold more prized mares.

"Stand back!" Click. BOOM. Midnight picked the lock.

"We need to get out of here! NOW before.... "he" gets.... here...." Twilight said sadly.

The Vampyres had stopped. They now guarded each door. A single stallion stood in the hall. He and Sun had locked eyes. All eyes were on the mysterious stallion, some vamps even bowed. The Mad Doctor. His fur was as white as snow. His mane was long and shaggy, and just a bit darker then his fur, a very light gray. He had on a large black mantle that hid the majority of his body. The mantle stopped at the neck, transforming in to a popped collar. The elegant gold trim embroidering was amazingly done. Yet nothing was quite as amazing about the mantle, then it's silk scarlet inner lining. His chest was the only thing revealed. But that was hidden by what looked like a shirt that Rarity would have designed. Fancy ruffles, and ties held up the shirt. He looked like he belonged at some fancy party, not this old ruined castle. His voice was deep, but rolled off his tongue smoothly.

"You come in to "my" home, take "my" mares, and kill "my" children. This will not end well for you Sunfall."

"YOU FUCKING MAKE ME SICK! DIE MONSTER, YOU HAVE NO PLACE IN THIS WORLD." Sun roared in reply. Sun dashed at the Mad Doctor. Radiance glowed brilantly.

The Mad Doctor didn't move. Sun lunged forward with Radiance. The Mad Doctor poofed into a thick mist, dodging the attack. Rebuilding himself just to the side, a hoof slammed into Sun's throat, then began to lift him up. Standing on his two hind legs, The Mad Doctor stood, holding sun high into the air with a single hoof. For a second, the scarlet inside of the mantle seemed to lift, becoming a pair of large leathery bat wings, but only for a second. Just long enough to make a pony think it was their imagination. The Mad Doctor's glowing yellow eyes were locked on Sun's one eye. Sun tried desperately to break free, his two forelegs tried to pull his throat free. They couldn't.

Using his entire body, the Mad Doctor slammed Sun into the ground. Curling to his side, belly facing the leader of the Vampyres, Sun tried to recover. A powerful kick to his gut that sent him sliding nearly fifteen feet across cobblestone, keeping him from that recovery. Sun struggled to get up. The Mad Doctor slowly trotted toward him. When sun managed to get somewhat on his hooves, a surge of nausea hit him. He vomited, a disturbingly large amount of his own blood came out along with his last meal. Falling to the floor he nearly blacked out. The Mad Doctor just kept trotting for him.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM.

Midnight unleashed a volley of shotgun pellets. They blasted the Mad Doctor into gooey mean chunks. Unfortunately, it was ineffective. The meat burst into a red mist that traveled back up into the air. The Mad Doctor reformed, even his clothes, if a bit messy. He glared at Midnight. Then transformed into a flock of bats that surrounded the father. The screeched as they clawed at him. Their tiny fangs stinging as they ripped into his flesh. Midnight braced, covering himself. As soon as he did the swarm reformed into a pony. Who quickly paced a hoof on Midnight's leathery wing.

And pulled.

"You got blood on my suit."

With a single pull and slight twist, the Mad Doctor ripped of Midnight's Wing entirely. Midnight did't scream. Didn't grunt. He did not react at all. He just fell limp. The pain. The horror. The tragedy of losing a wing hit him all at once. He blacked out almost instantly. The horrible pain, combined with the fact that he knew he would never fly again. That he would walk everywhere. That he was no longer a bat pony. That he was just a pony with fangs. The severe blood loss. He just rag dolled, falling limply to the floor.

Transforming again, the Mad Doctor shifted into a large wolf. He dashed for Zecora.

"I Surrender." She uttered, dropping her weapons.

"Good idea." He stated as his body grew back into it's pony shape. Then he made a skyward motion with his hoof. "Lock them up, don't touch any of them. Unless you want to be skinned alive and hung up."

The Vampyres quickly began forcing the mares back into the usable cages. Twilight gave Zecora a worried look. Zecora's passive and calm state were comforting. To bad they were lies. They had not planed for the Mad Doctor. Midnight was thrown in the same cell as Twilight and Zecora. They did what they could for him.

The Vampyre Lord prodded Sun. "Stay awake we need to chat."

"Fuck...er."

"Watch your mouth boy."

"Fuck... you."

"Never mind the staying awake thing."

The Mad Doctor picked up Sun's head and slammed it into the ground. For Sun, the world went black.

The mares however, watched their salvation get dragged into a dungeon. While being dragged, his hat fell, for the first time in a long time, they saw that streak of color in his mane. After being locked up, the hat sat on the bloodied floor. Zecora was very worried. This was not going to end well.

"What the hell is that guy?" Twilight asked quietly.

"He has many names. The Vampyre lord. Walker of the Damned. Cullen of the Meek. The Mad Doctor... My zebra tribe know and fear him. Legend say he was the first Vampyre. No matter what, our situation could not be more dire."

"But... why do monsters like this have a leader."

"Do not misunderstand, my dear. The follow him not out of homage or respect. No, the follow him out of fear...."

"Oh Celestia... What's happening!?"

"Try not to fall into the fear, tell me what you have seen here."

"Oh Celestia... This is bad, really bad. I was just minding my own business, then I wake up here. In some line up. That freak chooses me. Said I was lucky. That I should be thankful. Then I saw what this place is. They're taking mares and... raping them! This whole section of castle is just a forced surrogacy factory, and a dungeon. That... fucker, he wanted me to be thankful that he be the only one to rape me! This is so ... fucked! If you hadn't come when you did... then I would be just like nearly all of the other mares here. He was gunna...take...me. I was so... and there was nothing I could do." Twilight cried, she was stirred up into a furry. Zecora hugged Twilight.

"The Sun fight with us this day, Strike will save us, he will find a way."

"But he just lost... this is over Zecora."

"He was fueled by hate and rage, With his mind clear, I am sure he will free us from this cage."

"How can you be so sure."

"I'm not, but I have faith in Sun Strike. If anypony can, he will be the one who finally puts that monsters head on a pike."

"He... he has done a lot for us already."

"More then we know, he's done things like this his entire life. I didn't start until I was old enough to understand this strife."

"I know that, but... how... How can he save us from... this"

"I don't know, it times like this, you just need to have faith."

Twilight was more then a bit thrown off by the lack of an end rhyme. But she also realized that, as of right now, she needs Sun Strike to come through. And the more she thought about it. The more she calmed down. There was nopony out side of the Princesses she would rather have to rely on right then. She took a seat beside Zecora. Part of her wanted to cry. To scream. To die. But she smiled. She honestly believed that Sun Strike would come through and save them. Zecora smiled too. They were not worried. They had faith.

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Sun awoke chained to a table. He grinned looking to the Lord of the Vampyres. The side of his head pounded. His body hurt. His stomach was in knots. He hurt. But he still smiled.

"Never thought I'd see you face to face Doc."

"Nor I you Sunfall."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Talk."

"That's it just talk?"

"Indeed."

"I need to be chained down to talk?"

"A precaution."

"Scared huh? I would be too if i was who you are."

"My my, you seem in much lighter spirits."

"I am, I fell much better."

"Why's that?"

"I stomped on your hive fucker. Pretty much single-hoofedly. You men are real pussies now. No matter what you do, I'm winning. Bitch."

The Mad Doctor growled.

"You should show me some damn respect!"

"I've been getting that a lot lately. Funny thing is, I haven't changed at all."

"You are either very brave, or very stupid."

"It's actually both."

"Do not toy with me boy."

"I'm not."

"So can we chat now, or are we still learning how not to be an ass."

"That's offensive! I know some good donkey folk!"

"You do not seem to realize what situation you are in."

"No I get it, I am stuck talking to some motherfucking dipshit who has obviously thinks he is better then me."

"Do you have any idea who I AM. I AM BETTER THEN YOU"

"No, you are not, you really are not. And Yea. Your Dr. Acula."