The night has always been calming for me, no matter what. If it weren’t for that then my little escapade on the moon would leave me a mad woman. And if it weren’t for that now then I probably wouldn’t be flying towards Ponyville right now.

I would have slaughtered the rebellion.

I shook that thought from my mind and just flew faster. Every now and then I would send out a magical pulse to see if the group of people that were following me were still there. They weren’t and I sighed in relief as Ponyville came into view.

Funny how much a peaceful nation can change in a week. It seems that the people in that nation harbored many much darker and sinister thoughts and feelings behind their smiling faces. Within the second day of the rebellion, murderers and bandits sprouted up everywhere. It was no longer safe to travel without knowing how to defend yourself, the night was a very dangerous place and the creatures of the night that caused the rebellion weren’t even the biggest threat.

At least not until recently. Of my purebloods, only three remained. One of them remained in Canterlot as a sort of informant, another was off in some distant land sleeping. The last, though, the last was a power hungry fool who came to me right before the rebellion. Spilled his entire plan to the one person that could stop him, at least that’s what I thought.

He wanted vampires to reign supreme over all other races and peoples. Right before I decided it was a good time to strike him down, a contingent of guards and nobles burst in screaming for my incarceration. Right after my return, Celestia made me promise that no matter the situation I could not kill a citizen of our nation. She put emphasis on the our part.

Traitorous guards and rebellious nobles were still citizens, but good lord it took all of my strength not to end them... I knocked them all unconscious, though, and visited my sister in her room. She wasn’t there, though, and after a bit of searching I found her in the dungeons. The dungeons!

We talked for awhile, but the last thing she said still haunts me. I had suggested I go to her pupil, who has solved some of the biggest problems in the nation’s history.

“I know you’re going to try and fix this, I know you’re going to try and put what’s left of your people in a better light... but so help me if you use her to do so it had better be her choice because if her life is destroyed or snuffed out and she was forced into it I will never forgive you.”

Those words stung my very being.

It wasn’t even what she said, it was how she said it and how she looked at me. She glared at me and I swear there was a bit of malice in her tone.

She really cared for that girl.

She forgot something, though. So do I. That girl is the reason I’m here to tell you this story, and the reason Nightmare Moon isn’t reigning over a permanently dark Equestria. I wouldn’t cause her harm if I could help it.

Unfortunately, I can’t help it. If she agrees to the proposition I have in mind as I soar over the new fortified walls of ponyville cloaked in shadows, she’ll be subjected to much pain and suffering. If she agrees, she will have to kill or be killed.

But if she agrees, I’m going to do everything in my power to bring her happiness in the hell her life will become.

My train of thought is knocked astray as I’m suddenly enveloped in a lavender magic and, with a flash, I’m no longer flying. I thought I felt a detection spell when I went over the wall. Now I was staring at a very different Twilight Sparkle than I remember.

She had bandages soaked in red around her abdomen, which were peeking under a loose tank, and her body looked more tough and fit. While the latter could have been over a large amount of time living in a village where you have to pull your own weight, the former was definitely recent.

She also had a very strange bow of black crystal with an arrow aimed straight at her head.

“What is my name?” She said, no, demanded. I immediately recognized the situation, she was trying to make sure I was who I looked like.

“Twilight Sparkle.” I answered.

“Who am I?” She asked again. It took only a second to glean what she meant.

“The bearer of the Element of Magic and student to Princess Celestia.” I answered once more. She pulled the string back more, as if she was about to fire.

“Tell me something to convince me you are Princess Luna.” She said. That took me more than just a few seconds to think of. After a full minute I remembered something.

“For Nightmare Night one year I came to Ponyville, where I was feared and rejected until you helped me have fun again.” I said. She looked unconvinced. “And you had a spot on replica of Starswirl the Bearded’s outfit.” I continued. A light smile creeped onto her face and she loosened her grip, only slightly though.

“Last question, are you here to drink my blood or are you here to try and fix what happened?” She asked. I got to my feet slowly from where I had crashed into the ground from the sudden teleportation and fixed my wings with a shake.

“Mainly the latter, though that could lead to the former.” I responded. That seemed to satisfy her, though, as the bow and arrow disappeared and she let out a hefty sigh and sank down on a chair.

“Well we can get to that later then... Right now, tell me how you plan to fix this. My last plan obviously didn’t turn out so well.” Twilight said. Now that she wasn’t ready to put an arrow through my head I saw that she was exhausted.

“I’m not entirely sure, what did you try?” I asked, not wanting to repeat her mistake. She made a strange noise, something between a snicker and a laugh.

“I tried resolving all the violence that sprung up peacefully. Nearly died. The only reason I didn’t is because you pick up a few things when your brother is captain of the royal guard. I hope the crystal empire isn’t getting any of this.” Twilight said, sighing again.

“I don’t plan to go about this peacefully... You know of Equestrian history, do you remember anything about the Warrior Princess Sisters?” I asked, my tone rather dark. She gave me a strange look, as if she suddenly understood anything.

“Everything recorded... Celestia always told me they were stories and legends, were they true?” She asked. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Not exactly, they were rather light. We were really warrior Princesses, and we earned that title through a sea of bloodshed. Celestia obviously changed, but I haven’t. I promised not to kill any innocents, though that shouldn’t hamper us. Bandits are no longer citizens of our nation and Vampires are my people. I plan to destroy the vampires that caused this and bring my race into the light so they can be seen as more than just monsters.

As for all the violence, that can only be changed with more violence. Snuff out the biggest threats and make people afraid to be bad. That fear will turn into true peace after long. In my time, it took about five generations. This land is used to peace, though, so it should only be a few years if we pull this off.” I explained.

“Waaaait wait wait wait... That was a hell of a lot of information you just gave me... Your plan is to slaughter bad vampires, kill a few bad guys to make everyone else scared to follow in their footsteps, wait a few years until that fear turns back into peace and all of that is all hinging on if we can do something neither of us know what it is?” Twilight asked. She looked troubled.

It was a very accurate paraphrase if you ask me.

“Pretty much.” I said simply. I almost laughed at her expression. it was the kind of expression only a girl as obsessed with scheduling and planning could give when faced with something so scattered and incomplete. She was silent for a good five minutes before she spoke.

“At the start, you said that the plan could lead to you drinking my blood, what was with that?” She asked. Ah, I had almost forgotten that part.

“Well, you see, a thousand years without feeding leaves me fairly weak. Imagine you can’t starve to death or die of thirst, but you can’t sate your thirst and hunger for a thousand years. If it weren’t for my incredible amounts of self control I probably would have fed for days on the unsuspecting in Canterlot.” I explained.

“Then why my blood?” Twilight asked after a moment. It was a complicatedly simple answer, really.

“Any old person’s blood would do very little, I’d need to drink up a thousand years’ worth of it, and a normal person is only worth about a week to a month on average. Your blood, on the other hand, is so saturated with power and magic that it would sate my thirst after only a few feedings.” I explained. It felt odd explaining this to her, but luckily she seemed to take it well. She wasn’t freaking out or anything, even though I just said I really want to drink her blood multiple times.

Apparently she took it as any old information.

“Would I turn into a vampire if you did that? All of the more realistic legends and myths say that a bite can turn the victim...” She asked. O-hoh it seems she’s done some research on my kind. That should make things much simpler to explain.

“A simple bite or even a full feeding session won’t turn you unless the one sucking your neck knows a particular set of dark magic rituals to do so, and even then they have to have the intent on turning you instead of just feeding. I can feed from anyone I want and not a single one of them will turn.” I explained. She seemed to take that in for a moment and I was wondering something.

“Tell me, what myths and legends do you find ‘more realistic’?” I asked. She adopted a thinking pose for a while before she spoke.

“Mostly their dark magic and the difference between fledglings and purebloods, though I have no idea how to make either of them. I have actually learned and mastered a bit of the dark magic, but only things like shadow walking and black magic weapons. That bow was made from it” She answered. I thought that material looked familiar.

Shadow walking, though, was an advanced form of transportation magic that shrouds you in dark magics to allow you to melt into the shadows or even the night sky. You can then travel, it’s rather like teleporting in slow motion now that I think about it. Wherever there are shadows you can go, and it also masks your magical signature from all but the most advanced senses and spells. This means that you can teleport from one shadowed area to the next without being detected. Very useful.

The fact that she knew and mastered this without instruction was incredibly impressive. I had to know how she managed it. She seemed to sense my question, though.

“It took a long time, but Celestia taught me a few things about dark and black magic before so I wasn’t going into it blindly. All she showed me was how to use dark magic like my normal magic.” She explained.

“I see, impressive as always.” I said with a smile. She smiled back before yawning. She really was exhausted, and a forced teleportation through a hiding spell takes a lot out of you apparently. We both stayed silent for a little while until I noticed that she was barely fighting off sleep. It was three in the morning.

“Well I imagine you have a lot of questions and I have a lot myself, but it seems we are both exhausted... Could I perchance stay here tonight? I don’t know where else to go.” I asked her. I really didn't know where else to go. She grumbled something before pointing to a couch and heading for the stairs.

“Spike will be up in a few hours. Help him out in the morning and and I don’t mind.” She said and before I could respond she was up the stairs.

It’s been awhile since I’ve slept on a couch, much more comfortable than I remember. I had a very strange dream that night. It involved Twilight, myself and a rather appealingly dreadful feeding session.

Author's Notes:

so first chapter, how is it? Don't bother commenting anything if you're not going to give a reason why. Even if it's positive, telling me what you like let's me know what you like and letting me know what needs work does just that. Don't just say "this is good" or "this sucks ass".
I have the framework of the storyline in place, at least for the most part, but as always anything is subject to change at a moment's notice so if it happens let me know if it's a good change or bad change.
and on a side note, everyone's screaming at me to get an editor, even though they've never worked for me, so fuck it if you want to be an editor for me then send me a message.
Rules: you need to have at least one story on fimfiction and it must be linked in the message, you must also have a lot of time and a skype because as I've said many times before my writing is either scattered or like a printing press at random.