Spitfire jolted with a start and jumped out of her bed. Her heart was racing a mile a second as beads of sweat dripped from her brow. She looked around her cheap Inn room in the small town of Blood Gulch, searching for the danger that lurks in the shadows.

With a flick of her wing, she activated her Air Sight to see what was causing the immense amount of adrenaline coursing through her veins. But when she learned that there wasn't a single pony in her room, or even the town that there wasn't a single threat. She sat down with a frown of frustration for the false alarm, but she still felt like there was something wrong.

She couldn't place her hoof on what was causing her distress, but what she did know was she had to move and now. Where she had to go to, she couldn't tell. Her wings twitched with worry. Her hooves were itching to run. Spitfire fidgeted in her spot as she tried to make heads or tails of the way her body was reacting like something bad was happening. She looked over her shoulder to the nightstand where her clock was and saw that it was: One in the morning. She let out a sigh of irritation and turned on the lights to pack up and leave back to Fleet Foots place early.

Spitfire slowly packed her saddlebags as she wondered what was driving her up the wall. Surely it was just a strange feeling, wasn't it? Spitfire just couldn't understand. With a grunt of annoyance, she grabbed the one-ounce bag of the green plant that Luna asked her to check up on and that her little Rose wanted, she froze and stared at the bag.

"Rose," she said to the air as she stared at the bag, causing the bad feeling to intensify. That's when it hit her. "It's just like the last time!" she shouted as she threw the bag in her saddle bag in the sudden realization that Rose was in trouble. "Don't worry kiddo. I'm coming," Spitfire said as she strapped her saddlebags on and quickly combed her mane back into its usual look of awesome before she bolted out of the window and flew high into the sky.

Spitfire flew as fast as she could to the mountainside city, worried that something bad was happening to her little Rose. She knew that relations with her and all the ponies she relies on to keep Arcadia running was going south and fast. She knew that they would hand her over to her abusive mother at a moments notice, just to get rid of her. What they don't know was what would happen if they did.

If Spitfire found out that they tied her Rose up and gave her to that bitch Teresa, she was going to rip their throats out! Never would she have thought that the ponies that knew fully well that Rose was the one that took the crown and all its weight and did the impossible with it, would think she was wrong. If that was the case—She and all the loyalists that believe Rose deserves the crown she wears; was going to remove a few ponies from parliament.

Spitfire's flew faster and faster over the countryside with the full moon overhead. Her rage grew as fast as her worry with all the thoughts that Rose was in danger. She could see her shadow on the ground follow her as she traveled Mach-one without making a sound. Of course. It's how she was able to fly the Jet Stream. If she were to do a Sonic Rainboom near the aetherial stream of wind, she would cause storms to ravage the entire world, and prevent other Pegasi from flying for a few weeks until it repairs itself. Once Rose figures out how to fly that fast silently, then she and Spitfire would travel the world without having to pay insane amounts of money on an airship.

'But that can wait. The Runt needs me.'

Of course, she knew Rose needed her. She pushed harder as she came up to the city that she now called her home.
The evening streetlights that lit up the cobblestone streets of the mountainside city was a sight to behold. Each light was like a tiny star, and each street was a river of them. Spitfire made a note to bring Feather Flight up here, in the sky on a date, but that would have to wait until everything was smoothed out. Spitfire banked hard towards the castle, sending her into a dive towards Feather Flights room in the castle.

Spitfire knew to check there first as she knew that her mare-friend would know where Rose was if she wasn't in the castle. She landed on the stone balcony just outside of her lover's room silently. She looked over her shoulder to make sure that no guard saw her arrive in such a matter before she opened the glass door and walked inside was she was in the clear.

In the corner of the small room was a four-poster bed and on the bed underneath a white, silk blanket, was a lump of white fur quietly breathing with a smile on her face. Spitfire smiled for a moment as she approached the bed, watching her mare enjoy a dream that she has so few nowadays. She stopped at the side of the bed with a sigh as she was about to scare the living crap out of her mare-friend.

"Sorry, Kitten, but I need your help for the moment," she whispered to Feather as she lifted her hoof and tapped her shoulder.

In an instant, Feather jumped out of the bed like a cat to a cucumber, high into the air. Spitfire held back a chuckle to her lightweight of a sleeper who couldn't sleep through the sound of a pin dropping for the life of her and helped her down from the ceiling.

"Spitfire?! Why did you scare me like that?" Feather frowned at her mare-friend as she sat down beside the bed with Spitfire. Spitfire gave her a sheepish smile and turned on the lamp next to the bed on the simple, brown nightstand.

"Sorry, Kitten, but I am in a bit of a hurry," she replied with worry. Feather's frown lessened as she began to worry too.

"What happened, Spits? Is there something wrong?" she asked as she leaned in for a kiss that Spits left on her cheek.
Spitfire nodded, "Yeah," as she took off her saddlebag and placed it under Feathers bed. "It's Rose. I can feel like there is something wrong with Rose, but I don't know where she is."

"Oh, dear." Feather gasped with a wing over her mouth, causing Spitfire to look at her like she knew something.

"Do you know where she is?" Spitfire finally asked.

"Yes, yes, I do. I was asked by Princess Luna to take little Rose to this strange house a few minutes flight east on the side of the mountain, just outside of the city. I...I'm sorry, but no matter how much I begged her not to go, she went anyway," Feather balked as her wings slumped to the floor.

After Spitfire heard those words leave Feather Flight's mouth. All she wanted to do was scream at her for letting Rose just vanish! She was even more pissed at Luna for telling her mare-friend to take Rose to a place that she wished wasn't what she thought it was. She had a hard enough time already trying to make sure Rose smiles every day. If Rose was in Teresa's care again, she was going to murder an Alicorn, and that was a promise.

She let out a heated breath and slowed her breathing. She couldn't get angry, not yet. It wasn't Feather's fault that she had to place Rose in an area where she was in danger. She could safely assume that even Luna had to do what the corrupt council ordered her to do. If that was the case, then there was going to be a bunch of dead ponies waking up in hell.

She lifted Feathers chin up and looked her in her eyes with the same warmth that she held for Rose. "Feather, it's not your fault. I'm going to get Rose and beat the living shit out of anyone that dares to get in my way so we can be a family again. Okay?"

"Please, bring her home in one piece?" Feather sniffled and nodded meekly with a weak smile.

"I'll try," Spitfire replied as she met Feathers lips with hers for a moment before she turned around and bolted out of the room, hoping that she could save Rose in time.

Spitfire landed outside of large mansion with the lights out. She walked silently up to the door that had the same tree-like design that was a major decoration within the castle while watching the windows making sure that no one was watching her.

She placed her ear against the cold wooden door for a moment to listen in if anyway was waiting for her at the other side. Once she was confident that nothing was amiss, she turned on her Air Sight and unlocked the door. Spitfire snaked her way through the door and quietly closed it behind her. She felt the entire house learn where everyone was and frowned when she found out that the house was completely empty.

"That's not right," she whispered under her breath as she turned off her Air Sight and turned on her Thermal Sight.
She looked around the house in search for any heat signatures in the mansion as she walked down the hall from the main atrium. She quickly learned that she found that there was two sleeping in one room and two in what appears to be an empty wine cellar.

Spitfire frowned at the wine cellar thinking that there was no way that her little Rose was down there. The glowing orange figures were too close together to make out a single shape. She figured that they were just fucking in the basement and moved onto the other two upstairs.

She turned off her Thermal Sight and activated another spell that allows her to walk silently, no matter what she steps on. She couldn't risk being found out lurking in some random ponies mansion like a ghost. If she were to be spotted, she could jeopardize her mission for finding Rose.

Eventually, Spitfire found the staircase through the murky darkness. The sounds of the mansion were her only company as she passed gorgeous statues of creatures native to the Everfree. Accompanying them were wondrous paintings shadowed by the darkness of the night. Pictures of the famous, Picasso, and Leonardo Da Pony. Each one and so much more gave the lonely halls color that was mostly absent of those who couldn't enjoy it.

She knew which room she was looking for from her initial search. It was the fourth room on the second floor, down the hall. There were two ponies in the room, both of them were separated and looked like they were sleeping. She figured that one of them had to be Rose, so she walked with caution as the clouds parted in the sky, letting in the pale moonlight through the line of windows.

Spitfire came up to a pair of double doors that were intricately designed to match the Royal bedchambers in the castle. Inside was where her target should be, but she was worried about the second figure in the room with Rose. She prepped a couple of Air Blades if things were to get hairy in there before she placed her hoof on the silver handle and snuck into the room.

"Rose?" Spitfire whispered as she walked into the dark room with a single bed that was hovering over the carpeted floor. She tip-toed her way towards the bed with two lumps hiding underneath the covers. As she slowly made her way to the bed while making sure no one was looking at her. She could hear soft whispers coming from the two lumps. She stopped at the foot of the bed and activated an audio enhancing spell to listen in on what the two lumps were talking about.

"Don't Richel. I'm not in the mood tonight," groaned a pony that clearly wasn't Rose.

"But Micheeeel, you promised," whined the second pony that also wasn't Rose.

Spitfire frowned that neither of them was the pony that she was looking for and that she wasted her time coming up to this room in the first place, but she didn't move. If these ponies knew something about where Rose was, she should, at least, listen to what they are saying before she moves on the cellar.

"Well...Later. Mommy is tending to Catherine in the cellar right now, and we can't start without her anyways," Michel said sternly.

"Oh, come on. Momma can join in later. After all, she will be even more excited after breaking Rose~" Richel said in a sultry tone, causing Spitfire eye to twitch in pure, growing rage.

"Mmm~ You're right, but I wish I could have had a taste of Catherine's cute little pussy before the main course tomorrow. With her being a girl now. We can show her what it means to be a real girl~" Michel purred back.
"Now you made me even more hard! That's not fair and you now it," Richel whined louder.

Spitfire's had enough of what she was hearing! She couldn't believe that these girls were Rose’s sister! How could they think that touching her little flower in such a way or even thinking about that was right!

Spitfire couldn't hold it back anymore. All her rage, all her hate for Rose’s family drove her beyond return. Arch's of electricity flowed off of her body like water as she stood up. Her eyes were slits from the Thestral Enhancement as she snarled at the two startled mares who were now backed up against the headboard.

"Who are—" Michel tried to say, but she wasn't fast enough to speak her final words. Spitfire watched with sadistic glee as both mares heads fell off of their shoulders with their expressions locked in stone of pure terror.

Spitfire licked her lips with glee as she watched the floor and bed soak up the blood of the two headless mares. Her hunger for going into her own controlled Blood Rage grew the longer she watched the blood pool from the two bodies, but she couldn't partake in the orgasmic red fluid as she had to save Rose from Teresa. Spitfire forced herself away from losing herself to the addictive crimson fluid that came with the Thestral Enhancements, and walked out of the door to the wine cellar back on the main floor.

Spitfire walked down the halls towards the cellar. Each step she took destroyed the walls as the sheer amount of voltage erupting off of her body, eviscerated everything in flashes of blue light. Statues crumbled, paintings ignited. By the time she was at the staircase again, the entire section of the mansion was on fire. She listened as the roof behind her collapsed in a mess of fire and ash. Spitfire hissed in annoyance that she just alerted her prey, and moved faster to save her pup.

Spitfire stopped at the base of the stairs and sniffed the air, and smelled a new scent in the room. She turned around and saw a mare, staring at her in rage as the staircase behind her crumbled.

Spitfire snarled like a rabid fox as the rest of the mansion was engulfed in flames from her rage induced discharge. The mare in front of her backed away from her, afraid of what she was capable of, but was stopped from the flaming chandelier that fell from the ceiling, blocking the front door.

The red and white mare's ears fell back against her head in fear as she looked around the blazing wreckage surrounding her, hoping to find a way out of the death sentence she walked in on. Spitfire instantly knew that it was Teresa in front of her and covered in her pup's blood.

Spitfire stalked closer to the trembling mare that was looking for a way to run for her life, but it was too late . All routes out of the house were blocked by fire and smoldering wreckage. Spitfire knew that even she would have a hard time escaping from the fire once she had her pup back in her paws, but that problem could wait for a moment as the mare in front of her, backed into a wall.

"Please, don't hurt me," Teresa begged as a piece of burning wood fell from the roof, barely missing her face, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as she got a certain spell ready to remove the filth in front of her from existence!

"Where is my daughter?" Spitfire growled like there was a pack of wolves behind her, causing the trembling mare to look at her with confusion.

"Who is your...I don't know what you are talking about!" she shouted in defense like she didn't know what Spitfire was talking about.

"WRONG ANSWER!" Spitfire shouted, causing the mare to reel back into the blazing metal chandelier. Teresa jumped forward away from the white-hot metal in pure agony. Spitfire pounced while Teresa was distracted with her charred flank and grabbed the mare by the throat with her fangs.

Teresa gasped as Spitfire chomped down on her throat and drawing pools of blood with her sharp teeth. Teresa tried to squirm and kick her way out of the death grip, but it was no use.

Teresa couldn't talk as Spitfire dragged her writhing body towards the chandelier. All she could do was choke out blood as her body weakened from the loss of blood. To Spitfire, it didn't matter what she said, as all she wanted to hear was her screams from an Aether Bolt, and ten, white-hot glass covered spikes of a chandelier.

Teresa tried to break free one last time by punching Spitfires side, but it didn't even phase the hardened Pegasus. Spitfire twisted her head back, and Teresa froze as she finally figured out what she was going to do. With a muffled grunt, and blood covered screams, she threw the mare onto the chandelier.

Spitfire watched with sadistic glee as the smell of burning flesh, melting bone, and cooking fur. Teresa couldn't scream as her throat was shredded from Spitfire's Thestral fangs.

Spitfire watched with sadistic glee as the smell of burning flesh, melting bone, and cooking fur. Teresa couldn't scream as her throat was shredded from Spitfire's Thestral fangs, but Spitfire wasn't satisfied with watched the life drain from the bitch's eyes. She backed away from the writhing and twitching mare for a moment and lifted her hoof, and pointed it at Teresa.

Spitfire focused one of the most illegal spells that were only allowed to be used on an Alicorn level threat. Though, it doesn't matter now. Not being controlled by Celestia allowed her to use a spell that only a Pegasi could use that could kill an Alicorn.

Her body stopped discharging lightning as it was now being focused into her hoof. She smiled as her hoof turned black, signaling to her that the spell was ready to use. She looked at the mare one last time who was reaching out to her to spare her pathetic life, and released the spell, sending a bolt of black lightning into the chandelier.

Within a split second and without warning. A ball the size of a shed exploded where the chandelier was, and it was gone just as fast. In the aftermath for the spell, was nothing. The front door was gone, the floor around the chandelier was gone. All trace of Teresa's existence was gone, except the blood that dripped from Spitfire's muzzle, staining the floor underneath her.

"Good riddance," Spitfire spat out her putrid blood before she turned and ran for the wine cellar before the fire could engulf whatever was held within.

Spitfire ran through fire and falling debris as the mansion collapsed in on itself. She ducked under fallen, support beams and jumped over fallen statues to the wine cellar where her daughter was being held, hostage. Spitfire had a short amount of time before it was too late. She bounded around one last corner and saw the door that she was looking for, but it was on fire like the rest of the house.

She pushed herself harder and faster as she placed an air bubble around her head to keep away the smoke. In longer strides, she tensed up her shoulders and plowed through the door just as the entire hall behind her, collapsed, preventing her from escaping back that way.

She landed on the cold, hard stone without making a sound in the dark room. The room was cold, and quiet, despite the building that was collapsing all around them. Spitfire had to block her nose with a wing from the raw stench of blood and urine as she walked around the darkness that even drowned out her temporary night vision, but she knew that Rose was in here.

Spitfire followed the smell where the blood was coming from, hoping to Luna that she wasn't dead. As she slowly walked in the cold and dark room, she tripped on something hard, but she didn't fall on her face. Slightly annoyed, she picked up what she tripped on and learned that it was a leg from an old wooden chair from the shape of it. She let out a sigh of relief and pumped the remaining electricity that she could produce into the chair leg, causing it to ignite within a few seconds.

The small torch she made gave off just enough light to show a few feet in front of her. With her dim light that was no brighter than a match, she continued following the scent of bloody murder to the far wall of the room, with the mansion encasing the cellar in a smoldering tomb.

Spitfire's heart leaped out of her chest when she saw her little Rose wrapped up in a red blanket. She ran up to her quiet form and placed the torch against a small table that was next to Rose, hoping that nothing was wrong, but she knew from the stench of blood coming off of her, that wasn't the case.

Spitfire hesitantly lifted the red blanket that she quickly realized that it wasn't red from the store, and froze in petrified horror. She had to back away holding her mouth closed with a hoof as tears fell from her eyes.

"No," Spitfire begged to no one as she forced herself to pick up the cold, still body of her daughter.

"Please, Winny, please wake up," she begged, but there was no response other than the tip of her left ear falling off.

"PLEASE, WINTER! PLEASE WAKE UP!" Spitfire screamed as she covered the tip of Rose's ear and left wing to prevent any more blood loss.

Still. No response.

"Please, wake up..." she said into a whimper as she wrapped Rose into a little ball and pulled her into a warm embrace, hoping that her warmth would transfer over as the wine cellar became their tomb.

"Please. Don't leave me," Spitfire bawled into Rose's blood stained mane, begging with choked sobs over and over again as she nuzzled her limp body.

"I...I would...Never...L-Leave...Y-You...M-Mom..." Rose struggled to choke out as she nuzzled Spitfire back. Spitfire's eye went wide with shock for a moment as she felt the life return to her daughter's body. She held even tighter that Lunaris returned her little girl to her and mad at her putting herself into this position in the first place!

But that could wait for another day.

Author's Notes:

So, like the last ch. Whoever can find a mistake will have an oc that they made to be put in the story, but only one per person. There are 2 spots left