How do you become a king or a queen? A prince or a princess? Do you think that it’s all bloodlines and birthrights? No, you have to earn your title through hard work, tears and more bloodshed than you could ever imagine. You earn your title, be it through a sword in the chest or a knife in the back.

Nowadays, though, it seems that the nobility are nothing but figures, prancing about with their hollow names and ‘sophisticated society’. They aren’t true royals like they think they are.

Though, I guess that’s why they’re called nobles and not royalty.

There is only a single one among them fit for her title of royalty, of princess. Celestia fought her way to her title, earning it in full. It was good to see that my sister was still respected thusly.

I can’t say she’s gone soft, no matter how much I want to. I know that she simply changed with the times. Long ago were we the proud sisters, the two warrior princesses. Now, my dear sister is the loving and caring ruler of a peaceful nation. I can’t begrudge her for that, and I can’t begrudge the people for getting used to peace.

What I can begrudge the people for, though, is forgetting that peace isn’t the only possible solution.

What I can begrudge my sister of isn’t something so simple.

My banishment to the moon was just and I can’t be anything but thankful she didn’t strike me down those thousand years ago.

What preceded it, though, was cruel and disgusting. While she never had a direct hand in it, she allowed the killing and hunting of my people.

Let me explain. For starters, how do you think my sister and I have survived for all these years? There’s two different answers, since we’re not exactly sisters. At least by blood. Celestia is nearly a century older than I.

To this day, I do not know how she lives and the memory of it was burned from her mind by someone we don’t know. But my ‘immortality’ is rather cliche when you think about it.

I’m a Vampire. And no, I do not sparkle in the sun. I fixed that problem nearly a century before my banishment. Time does not touch me, though my strength ages. I feed on the life force, contained in the blood, of my enemies or sometimes on whoever is willing to combat this fading of strength.

Ah, and now we’re back to hollow titles. When you earn your title of royalty, there is so much blood shed. What if a rather thirsty creature of the night decided to drink all of that blood up? She lives for a long time, that’s what. And she gains followers, who walk by her side in the night.

Most of those followers were hunted shortly after my banishment, but some survived in a deep slumber in catacombs and graveyards and sometimes their own graves.

Though all that time without pure vampires gave fledglings power.

Ah, another thing I have to explain. You see, a Vampire can turn another with a bit of their dark magic of the night. It enters through a bite, usually from feeding, and works its way through the body in that manner. This creates a fledgling, a minor vampire. Fledglings can create more fledglings of equal power, though the more diluted the bloodline the more ravenous and bloodthirsty the creature becomes.

Only a vampire of pure blood can create another pureblood, and even so only a few knew how. I’m the last one who can do so now that those few were hunted down and slaughtered like cattle. The difference between the two is that a pureblood has unlimited potential, meaning that they can always get stronger. The fledgling is limited to only grow to half the strength of the one who turned them at the time of turning.

It was a group of fledglings that originally caused all vampires to be seen as terrible creatures of death and evil. A single fledgling, his vampiric blood so diluted and warped, ripped apart an innocent peasant in a village. That was all it took for my kin to be branded as evil creatures to be feared and avoided.

A similar event, though involving a great many maddened fledglings instead of one, caused us to be hunted. They consumed and pillaged many a village because I personally slew them hundreds of years ago. It was actually one of the many things leading up to my rule as princess.

Ah, back to the Princess part. You see, we may be strong and influential, but when your entire nation finds out what you are... well...

Uprising, rebellion, attempted assassination, riots just to name a few. Apparently when the people are riled up enough they stop caring about the power you fought and bled for to earn. They imprisoned Celestia and last I heard the people were discussing rather dark things. Funny, what a thousand year old fear can do to a peaceful nation.

Celestia refused to fight her people, she worked too hard to get them to where they were. Apparently they thought the same of me as they barged into my quarters.

They forgot or didn’t know something.

You remember what I said earlier?

They forgot I’m a warrior Princess, and they’ve just shattered the peace my sister worked so hard to cultivate. because of that hard work she put in, though, I resigned from killing anyone.

Funny how what seemed like a little rant about politics turns into something like this, eh?

I am a Princess of Equestria, Queen of the Night, Vampire being pursued and persecuted for no reason other than fear, and I’m heading towards the one girl I know I can count on no matter what.

I hope Ponyville is easier to hide in than Canterlot because I think I finally lost my pursuers. I’m sick and tired of always meeting fear and hate just because of what I am.

My name is Luna, and I think I’m going to do something about it.

Author's Notes:

as the description says, this may fail or it may soar. This is the first time I'm writing in this style so bear with me, the rest of the story will not be in this style if it turns into that
this is what happens when you see awesome cover photo at 2:30 am