“So one of the questions I was going to ask you was where did this wall come from?” I asked Twilight as we made our way to the gates of said wall. I got a great many stares, be them of awe or fear, as we walked.

“Right before they took me, I put it up with a very powerful and intricate construction spell to protect the town.” Twilight answered simply. “What kind of help do they have?” She continued to Spike.

“There’s about three times as many of them.” He replied.

“So what’s their total numbers now?” I asked.

“Around fifty.” He answered. I grinned. I could honestly take care of that many fledglings on my own without even trying. I have a feeling that it’s not going to be that easy, but either way I’m going to try and save this town. A good first step to glorifying the vampires.

The gates opened, to what I originally thought was magic, but when I looked up at the wooden ramparts I saw two men working a mechanism. It was the three of us facing fifty men in armor and weapons that had seen better days.

“We meet again, Twilight Sparkle.” The one who I assumed was the leader said.

“Just get the hell out of here. I’m done with you and your men.” Twilight said. Her tone was incredibly serious. I liked it.

“Or what? You’ll knock us unconscious and stagger through the forest like last time? Where’s those pretty little wings of yours anyways, I always love seeing my work again.” He said. The mood darkened and a rather frightening growl came from Spike.

“Oh, I’ve struck a nerve. How cute.” He laughed. It took all of my strength not to turn this man into a pile of flesh, but Twilight made me promise not to do anything until she said I could. Though, by the look on her face, I have a feeling I won’t need to.

“It was actually pretty fun plucking each little feather before chopping them off with a blunted axe. You don’t remember it unfortunately, but your screams of agony were music to my ears. They started growing back overnight, so I put a little blood poison all over them so they can’t heal, rather nifty black magic if you ask me. After that you somehow escaped and here we are again.” He went on. His men started laughing.

Twilight’s look had darkened.

“Luna?” She said, her voice shaking with built up power and fury.

“Mmyes?” I replied, sensing I was about to be given permission to take a few of these fools down. The bandits grew silent at hearing my name. All vampires knew my name.

“If I swing at you I apologize, so try not to get in my way.” She said, looking up and glaring at the group. Her eyes were glowing, though instead of the white I remember seeing before they were pitch black. It was like a Vampire’s when they fully delve into their dark magic. Not too far off, black crystalline samurai-esq armor suddenly formed on her body. What looked like crystalline gauntlets formed on her hands, but as she unclenched her fists I saw that when held straight it created a very sharp blade.

I imagine they would work like claws and a blade formed around the arm at the same time, while still allowing her to use the bow from last night that was now forming on her back.

This was an advanced form of dark magic only more powerful vampires, and apparently strong mages, could do successfully. A simple set of armor appeared around spike and liquid green magma started dripping from his jaws as he snarled.

“You coming?” She said, looking at me sideways as the group of bandits readied themselves for the attack, two or three of them bolting back into the forest. I grinned. There was an even more advanced form of what she did. She created dark magic crystalline armor and, while it could be light and versatile as leather, was in the end rigid and crystalline.

A certain nickname from the old days came to mind as I delved into my dark magic, baring my fangs at the bandits. Reaper of the Night. A cloak of shabby looking cloth formed around me, seemingly from shadows, and a black crystalline scythe appeared in my hands. I dubbed the cloth ‘Shadow Silk’ after creating it and the only other people that know it is the slumbering pureblood in a distant land and Celestia.

“It’s been too long since I used this, time to let loose a thousand years of hate.” I said. Twilight giggled, though it was the kind of giggle that made all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Twilight struck first. Before anyone could blink, her clawed fingers had gone through the skin of the lower jaw and out of the leader’s mouth. As soon as they all realized what had happened, the jaw was ripped out and bounced off of the now closed gates. In another second she had shoved her hands through his chest and had practically ripped him in half.

I found myself wary of her from that moment on. I can’t even imagine the things they did to her to make her literally rip the man apart. I saw her halfway-decapitate another man before I charged into the fray, brandishing the scythe. At one point I saw spike chomp down on someone’s face and spray his green fire until he stopped writhing. He wasn’t happy with them either.

That thought made me giggle as I pulled my scythe through someone’s skull, the blood being sucked into the blade. It was an ancient and powerful blood enchantment, similar to the blood poison used on Twilight’s wings. Instead of stopping the healing process it siphoned the life force of what it cuts, which just happens to be contained in blood. I can tap into the reserves if need be, and I have probably five years’ worth of pure life force in there, but that’s for a rainy day.

When I had slain the last bandit around me, I looked around to see Spike ripping one’s throat out and Twilight already tossing bodies into a huge ditch.

“You’re going to bury them so close?” I asked, panting, as I pulled my hood down and stuck my scythe into the ground and picked up two bodies.

“The ashes, yes.” Twilight replied emotionlessly as the last bodies were tossed in. There was no fire, no stench of burning flesh in the air. There was a flash, and they were incinerated with magic. She didn’t even bother doing a hand motion to direct her next spell as the mound of dirt floated in the air and filled the hole back in. I looked at her and I saw it. In her eyes I saw a torrent of emotion, I couldn’t even discern them. She turned on her heel and started walking towards the now opening gates. Spike and I followed.

“How many did you kill? I got seven of them...” He asked me, his jaws and talons still coated in blood. His tone wasn’t a boastful or competitive one, though.

“I counted fifteen.” I replied. twenty-two between us. Out of the forty-seven that stayed to fight, that means that Twilight killed twenty-five of them alone.

“This is the first time she’s killed, though I’m a bit more used to it... I can only imagine what’s going on in her head.” He said as we passed into the town. A crowd had formed, though they parted for the three of them. I had picked up my scythe, which was spattered with blood and now slung over my shoulder, and I hadn’t hidden my vampiric nature. I didn’t care, actually.

Wait a minute...

“Used to it? How are you more used to it?” I asked, looking down at him where he walked on all fours.

“I kill animals to eat, and I’ve been out of town alone before. Let’s just say not everyone waited until all of this happened to let their darker sides out.” He replied. That made sense. The five other elements of harmony quickly fell into step with Twilight. They talked until we reached the Library, where I overhead a bit as I caught up.

“I’m sorry girls, I just need some time... Luna will be here if I get like that again, but I don’t want Spike to go through seeing me like that again...” I heard. I looked down at said dragon, but he was looking at the ground and thinking hard about something.

“Jus’ make sure you come over and say howdy to all of us, you know there’s always an open spot at the apple family dinner table.” Applejack said. They all hugged her one by one and left, though Rarity walked towards them.

“Come on Spike, let’s get you all cleaned up. You’re spending the night with me tonight.” She said to the dragon, crouching down and putting her cheek to his muzzle. He seemed to snap out of his trance at that.

“Wait, what? Is Twilight alright?” He asked, looking at the girl who stood at the door. She smiled weakly at him.

“I’m sorry Spike, but I don’t want you to see me fall apart.” She said, her smile falling almost instantly. He looked like he was about to say no, but he quickly turned to me. Standing up on his haunches and looking down on me, no glaring down at me, I was actually a little shaken.

“You better take care of her for me, promise me that. Help her through whatever it is she’s going through, she obviously trusts you.” He said lowly.

“You needn’t even ask.” I said after a moment. He sighed and dropped back down before letting Rarity lead him away. I looked at Twilight, or rather where she had been, and found an open door. I entered and looked around for her and found that she wasn’t on the first floor.

I walked up the stairs, lightly calling her name, before I heard the shower running. I stopped in front of the bathroom door and was about to turn to let her shower in peace before I heard crying. It wasn’t an uncontrolled sob, though, it was the kind of cry you do when you’ve done something you wish had never happened.

That combined with the look in her eyes, her turning away her friends and kicking Spike out made me think that she didn’t just regret it. It was destroying her on the inside. I care for this girl, she saved me from my nightmare and taught me how to be happy again. Now I guess it’s my turn to return the favor.

“I’m coming in, Twilight.” I called softly before opening the door. The shower was running and I saw her stained and sundered clothes neatly folded on the sink. The shower door was open and when I looked in I saw Twilight there, sitting on the ground with her legs pulled against her body. Her wings were were splayed out across the shower floor, which only added to how broken she looked. It seemed that she hadn’t noticed I even came in, though she obviously did.

“I’m a terrible person.” She said.

I don’t know why, but that statement pissed me off.

“No you’re not, you killed those evil people to protect your home.” I retorted. She looked up for a moment and she stared right at me. The look on her face caused my heart to fall.

She wasn’t just broken, she was shattered. Her head fell again and I did the only thing I could think of.

I walked up to her, sat down next to her and gently embraced her.

“Then I’m a monster.” She said. Monster? Not likely, I think.

“And why would you think such a silly thing like that?” I asked.

“I killed twenty-five people out of anger and fury, and I enjoyed every second of it. When I ripped his jaw out, I was grinning like a madman. I was giddy and almost laughing...” She explained softly. I chuckled without thinking. She looked at me, then, still in my embrace as I stared her right in the eye.

“Take it from THE monster, Twilight, it’s not as bad as you think. Everybody is a monster in their own way, some people are just better at hiding it than others. It does not make you a bad person, and it sure as hell hasn’t degraded you in the eyes of those who care for you. That much was clear.” I said. She stared at me for a good thirty seconds before tears started silently flowing again and she turned into my embrace.

Within moments I was cradling her into my chest as she wept silently, the warm water falling over us. I didn’t mind, clothes can be dried and it was calming. And let’s be honest, I needed a shower anyways.

I’ve read a lot of books where something like this happens and the cliche is always that they fall asleep in your arms and you carry them to bed, and then after watching them sleep you get in with them and they smile in their sleep and everything is all better. Right?

She did fall asleep in my arms, but I didn’t move. I simply used a bit of magic to turn the water off, dry us off, clean her clothes and put her in them. That last part was tricky, but I managed it.

It was only about one o'clock in the afternoon, but she slept. It was probably her lack of blood coupled with the stress of the day, but boy did she sleep. At around seven I fell asleep as well.

I had another strange dream, though it wasn’t me feeding off of Twilight. This time it was of a party with a lot of faces I saw today and her friends. I don’t know what the party is about, but we’re all dancing and having a good time. It’s in a massive cathedral, and everyone is ballroom dancing. It’s open to the night sky, and it’s raining.

I realize it’s raining blood, though it neither stains nor dampens the attire of the party goers. I’m handed a wine glass by Twilight and we both drink at the same time. It tastes like blood, but not hers, and she grins at me.

She has fangs.

How did that happen? The question leaves my mind as I find myself slowly dancing with her. I feel a sharp pain as she leans into my neck. She’s drinking my blood, but that doesn’t scare me at all.
The strange thing is, I’m enjoying it, I’m laughing and I’m happily dancing as she drinks my life energy.

Needless to say I was in a very strange mindset when I woke up with her still sleeping in my arms, exactly where we were the day before.

What an incredibly strange dream...

Author's Notes:

Now before you say that this is focusing a lot on Twilight for a luna focused story, it's Luna's experience. Her experiences right now just so happen to be heavily filled with Twilight at the moment.
If there's anything you don't understand then let me know, but look at the comments so you don't ask the same questions. Some things are meant to be explained later, but it's still nice mentioning them so I don't forget about it. If it's because of inclarity in the story then chances are I'll touch on it again in a later chapter to fix it up.
but overall what do you guys think? I think I should probably set this to mature for gore and add a Twilight as a character, though the romance tag won't be needed for a while