We showered together that morning, which was more due to the fact that we both reeked and were covered in gore to the point that neither of us could wait, but it was a very... unique experience. She was looking me over all over, and I don’t think it was because I had an awesome body. There were little marks, and even a few scars, around my body.

She had a few scars of her own, but I had her beat in number and all. The marks, which looked like little discolorations on my skin, were where a particularly lethal strike had landed last night. The most prominent being when I took an arrow in the eye. Now that I think of it, that eye was still kinda blurred even after I had woken up in full. She was gently tracing around it.

“What is it?” I had to ask when her expression became unreadable.

“I know that it can’t kill you, and maybe even that it just doesn’t hurt anymore, but I imagine it takes up so much life force to fix lethal damage to your head like that... I don’t want you to run dry and be really hurt.” She explained softly. I chuckled.

“That cloak of shadow silk has served me well in the past. Very rarely did anything ever get through it.” I said. It was true.

“But if just a bunch of fledgling bandits have blood magic that can get through it...” She started. I froze. She had a very good point. If I had spent the last centuries gathering up life force then I wouldn’t be worried, but what was left in me now was small. There was five years, now probably about five years and a week’s worth of life force in my scythe. My own life force, though, only amounts to around 20 years’ worth.

Now, that doesn’t mean I’ll die in 20 years. Not by a long shot. It means I can take 20 years’ worth of lethal damage. Though, everything I sustained last night was probably enough to kill about thirty people, it only shaved off about a week’s worth of life, Also, feeding off of Twilight replenished it months and even years at a time.

That was just fledglings with weapons enchanted enough to go through my cloak. If I were to have a real fight with a vampire, they could shave off a year of my reserves with one strike if I wasn’t careful.

“Hm, true... What did you have in mind?” I asked. I was interested to see what she thought of.

“Armor, real armor. Like mine.” She said. I smiled and tried to think of myself in a full set of black crystal armor. It didn’t work, though. There was a reason I wore the shadow silk cloak instead of armor.

“Unfortunately no good, that would restrict my movements. Fighting with a scythe needs you to be able to move every possible way you possibly can, at least in a real fight.” I explained.

“Then light armor to go under the cloak, so light and small you’d barely feel it’s there.” She retorted. She really wanted me to get some. It was an interesting idea, though, and it couldn’t hurt to try. Another problem, though.

“Well I’m no good at such fine details like that with black crystal. I don’t trust myself to make something that fits that description.” I said. Besides, while not exactly a viable reason, I do have my image as the Reaper of the Night to uphold so I can’t forego the cloak. Anything I could make would be too big and get caught up in it.

“I know! We can talk to Rarity, she’d be able to design something in an instant!” Twilight exclaimed after a moment of thought. I just laughed and hugged her.

“We can talk to her today.” I said. Who knows, maybe this would turn out rather magnificently. She smiled and, with a tinge of hesitation, kissed me. That brought a stupid grin to my face. We finished the shower and were eating the leftover BLTs for breakfast when the door opened. Spike walked through and it closed gently. He stared at me for a few seconds and then at Twilight.

“Are you alright now?” He asked. Twilight’s expression fell a little bit for a second, but she got up and quickly walked over to embrace him. He returned it and heaved a sigh full of relief.

“I’m actually glad you came... I was just about to bring something up with Luna that you should hear too.” Twilight said, getting off her knees and turning back to me. I have a hunch towards what it is, but I gave her a questioning glance anyways.

“I thought it over, and when I was done thinking it over I analyzed it inside and out over and over again. When I was done with that I thought it over again and came to my decision: yes. I want you to turn me into a vampire.” She said. Spike froze, but I looked directly into her eyes.

There was anticipation, a bit of fear but most of all was the complete lack of hesitation. I had thought up a few different retorts to give her, at least make her think on it for longer, but they were blown away by that look. Pure determination.

“Fine, you know everything it entitles... good and bad. I would like the other elements to be present for it, though... If you suddenly turn into a vampire when you have one staying with you then people get the wrong idea. I also want it to be known how it is a vampire is created, since so many think it’s just a bite.” I explained. Most of that was from experience, actually. Once you’ve got a few mobs chasing after you in the night with stakes in hand, you learn quickly.

“... Everyone’s already on their way... Are you sure about this Twi?” Spike asked. Twilight smiled and put her hand on his head.

“Like I said, I really thought this through. If I want to help Luna make things better I need to be on her level. And also, there’s a few reasons why I’d rather live longer than not... One of them being your incredibly long lifespan. You don’t have to deal with me dying on you in a few decades.” She explained to the dragon. They continued talking like that for a bit before there was a knock on the door.

I opened it and greeted the other elements and explained to them what Twilight and Spike were arguing about. That sparked one with them as well, so I just kind of stood back and let things run their course.

It took nearly an hour, but we were finally ready. All of Twilight’s reasoning had been explained, and part of that led to her explaining our new budding relationship and that just led to a whole bunch of stuff I tried not to listen to.

“It’s not going to hurt her right?” Fluttershy asked when I gathered up my dark magic.

“Only for a little bit... but it will most certainly hurt. I have to drink her dry and then ‘corrupt’ her heart and life force with my dark magic. That will either keep her alive or revive her, depending on how long she remains conscious, and then she will feed on me to regain a healthy blood count.” I explained.

“That sounds like an... interesting experience.” Twilight said. I heard the nervousness in her voice, so I smiled at her. Her friends look worried sick, but they trusted me. I couldn’t be happier about that.

“Remain conscious if you can, it’ll hurt a lot less afterwards.” I said. She nodded and braced herself. “Sorry if I scare all of you, I haven’t drunk someone dry in a very long time.” I continued softly before focusing on my thirst and letting it consume most of my conscious mind. My self control was high enough to the point where I was completely aware, at least enough to let my dark magic flow throughout my body.

In this kind of back-seat state, I could almost see my body and it was indeed rather frightening. All of my teeth sharpened a bit, my fangs becoming more pronounced, and my black wings fanned out. They enveloped us as I bit into her neck. Contrary to my state, it was a rather gentle bite. Then I drank.

And I drank, and I drank. It got to the point where I was literally glowing with magical energy and life force. She was getting more pale by the second, her eyes becoming heavier. One thing remained true, though. Even as her lids closed to slits, they still held that determination, and her paling lips still in a confident smirk.

Initially, a few drops of blood had spilled to the floor, but now there was almost a pool. I had only realized this because I had lowered her onto the ground into it as I fed. I could feel the last of her, so I quickly set the dark ritual into life. A large portion of the energies surrounding me suddenly condensed into what looked like shadows.

I wrenched myself from her neck, gasping for air, and the second my jaws left her body the dark magic rushed into the wound. I looked down at her, she was still smirking and her eyes were still just barely open. Her eyes had glossed over, though. I could sense her consciousness behind them, but it wasn’t aware of anything but her own body.

She was technically dead right now. I tried to wipe the blood around my mouth away, but when I looked down at myself I saw that it was drenching nearly my entire front. I looked around and everyone was looking at me with a sense of horror.

But I could see it, they still trusted me. I would have sighed if at that moment there wasn’t an almost physical explosion of magic, originating from the girl on the floor. The pulse that followed could probably have been felt all throughout the town. I looked back down at Twilight and had to put a hand over my mouth.

Maybe it was because the few people I’ve turned were much older, or less dear to my heart, but I don’t remember this ever looking so painful.

Her back was arched and her face was stuck in a silent, snarling scream as fangs extended. I could see her body almost bubbling as it changed into a slightly slimmer, yet much more toned and powerful frame. Her eyes, which were wide open now, gained a tint of crimson. To my surprise, her hair started fading. The stripe remained, but instead of the dark purple it used to be it was now pure white. It was stained red until halfway up, but it was still white.

She started to writhe a little bit as she rolled over, where I saw something that surprised me further. The bones that made up the frame of her wings were extending out of her back, becoming longer. The frame took on a dragonic look, and even membrane formed between what was left of them.

What was strange, though, was not only the fact that the final product was colored white, but the fact that instead of a leathery texture, the wings had feathers as well. At least she had rolled out of the puddle of her own blood, hear back and back of her head were soaked in it.

She rolled back onto her back, holding her hands over her chest for a bit. Her silent scream had stopped, now her eyes were closed and she looked like she was gritting her teeth in pain as she did so and she would twitch about once a second in regular intervals. It was her heartbeat.

There were tears streaming down her face, but they slowed as her flinching lowered in intensity, probably along with the pain she was feeling. After a few moments her breathing calmed down and she opened her eyes to see me standing over her with concern probably plastered over my face.

“Now that hurt like hell... But I’ve had worse, if only by a little bit...” She rasped out. I chuckled in relief and offered my hand. She took it and I pulled her to her feet, where she shakily stood and needed my help to do so. “Ugh... what’s wrong with me now?” She groaned, holding her head as if she had a headache.

“You’ve got almost no blood running through your system... You’re running on magic at the moment.” I explained. Before she could say anything I kissed her quickly. I made sure to bite my lip before so she got a taste of my blood. When I pulled away she seemed to have just processed it and gave me the most hungry look I’d ever seen on her. I presented my neck and flinched as I felt her bite down in an instant.

After about a minute I heard a thump and looked over with my eyes and saw that Fluttershy had fainted. Rarity was looking queasy while the rest of them were making sure their friend was alright. Spike had a very grim look on his face. Luckily for both me and Twilight, the thump brought her out of the trance her thirst had put her into and she let go. I was about to tell her enough.

As she looked over to Fluttershy I saw that all of the color had returned to her skin and lips, but her hair still remained pure white. Her wings, which were spattered with blood from the less than majestic transformation, folded on her back from where they were hanging limply and I could feel her standing on her own.

“Is she alright?” She asked. We all flinched at the sound of her voice. It wasn’t different, there was just so much power laced into it. She was breathing a little heavy, but Applejack nodded to her and smiled.

“She never was a big fan of blood... I’m actually a might surprised she lasted that long.” The rustic girl said.

“Speaking of blood...” I started, turning Twilight’s head towards me and kissing her. The taste of our blood mixed together and the kiss combined was absolutely magnificently deific. We separated and I continued, giggling at the look on her face. “We need to shower again, and it’ll take magic to get this out of our clothes.” I finished. She giggled weakly and put her forehead against mine.

“Well, that was all fun and dandy and everything, but if you start making out again I’m gonna throw up.” Dash said. That brought a few awkward laughs from the rest, that finally broke the tension on the group. I quickly used a spell to clean up all the blood in the room. I walked up to Fluttershy and woke her up with another spell. She was startled by seeing me in her face, but she quickly got over it.

After about five minutes of talking about Twilight’s changes they all left after hugging her one by one until it was just us two and Spike. Instead of staying to sit there and think about us in the shower he decided to go out and get something for lunch, at least that’s what he said.

That night I had a dream that was more like a Nightmare. It genuinely scared me, down to my very core.

I saw Twilight and nothing else in an endless abyss of black. There was something wrong, though. She wasn’t moving. I stepped closer to her and I was mortified to find that she was encased in a very thin layer of black Crystal, though the dream-me just looked at it sadly.

Slowly a room appeared around us, and I recognized it as a library. The walls were made of wood and looked very familiar, it reminded me of Twilight’s library. It was so big, though, and the crystal around Twilight extended into the ground and up into the roof.

The dream-me walked up to the crystallized Twilight. Even in crystal, she had a satisfied look on her face. It made it seem as if she was giving me/dream-me a look that said ‘hurry up already’. I chuckled softly and pecked the crystal Twilight on the smooth lips and walked towards the large door.

I thought it would end there, but as I walked outside I saw a strange sight. The walls around Ponyville were encased in the same crystal, making it look like bark on the wood. I looked back at where I had left and found a massive tree three times the size of the old library. Some of the branches were crustal while most of them were normal wood, though about half of the wooden ones had patches of the crystal in them.

I was no longer just along for the ride, I found, as I looked down and saw the ground grow transparent. I saw Twilight’s crystal merged with the roots of the tree, and the roots extended out far to the walls. I looked back at Twilight and realized something. There was a wound, nearly hidden by the crystal, seen between the fingers of a hand over her heart.

Something happened, and whatever it was warranted Twilight encasing herself and the town in crystal. Whether it was to protect or something else I don’t know, what I did know is that I hope this is just a dream...

Though, as I woke, I remembered that all of my dreams until now had foreshadowed something happening. I held the real sleeping Twilight close to me, staring at her peaceful face.

I wasn’t going to let that happen to her.

Author's Notes:

so I think the dreams at the end are starting to become more of helping me remember the idea of later plotlines than purely for the story, but hey it works.
This is the most in-depth vampirization I've ever written and I'm rather proud of it, what do you guys think?