The red moon rose gradually in the sky, overlooking the Night of the Blood Moon Festival.

It was what the mare looked forward to every single year. From her perch upon the Town Hall, the svelte and clandestine creature grinned at the full moon in the night sky. The stars were gleaming from on high, thousands upon thousands of distant lights residing elsewhere in the galaxy, but her gorgeous red eyes were transfixed, desire set on one light source only.

What a splendid night, the vampiric unicorn thought to herself. It feels like it has been eons since the last blood moon. It might as well have been. The mare was starving for a good feast. Rarity was one of the few vampires still remaining upon the earth, most having turned to dust generations before her. She had never truly understood how she had become a creature of the night, yet had ceased lingering on it years ago.

Having such a form meant that she would never age, something quite useful for a lithe mare such as herself. This night was truly special for the fashionista, for it was the one night in which she allowed herself to give in to her vampire needs.

Over the years, the unicorn had managed to control her more primal urges and survive off of cooled blood packets. Since Rarity had become a fully realized vampire, the food that she ate lost much of its taste. She could still eat it of course and easily fool whosoever was present at the time with a touch of flair for the dramatic, yet the prospect of real blood always weighed on her as she ate.

Eventually, she had found an outlet in only feeding on animals in the Everfree Forest. With her red eyes, the vampiric unicorn had a much easier time of seeing in the dark than any other creature for miles. She could hide herself within the shadows of the trees and the shrubs and buildings as she stalked her prey. The thrill of the chase was something that Rarity couldn’t live without at that time.

To be honest, I still relish a good chase, she pondered, looking out over her home town and grinning at the wonderful feast that she would soon partake in. Yet I am simply too hungry to put this feeding off for any longer.

For quite a while the monsters of the Everfree gave Rarity the necessary blood for her survival, and pony blood packets, stolen from Ponyville General Hospital, if she felt like something more special; although recently even the packets of pony blood would not sate the vampire’s lust. She knew that her control over her vampire half was fading, yet at this point under the moon she didn’t care.

Her entire body craved real blood and in this dark moment the unicorn was happy to provide the necessary fluids that drove her existence.

Rarity’s red eyes scanned the town, her irises dilated in order to pick up on the most miniscule of details in whatever or whoever fell into her vision. Few ponies were out at this late hour, most safely tucked in their beds, or so they believed, yet there were still some insomniacs wandering about and enjoying the night life.

She saw a few ponies leaving one of the bars in downtown Ponyville and a solitary mare out for an evening walk. The vampire licked her lips at the possible taste of that pony’s blood on her tongue.

Over the years, the taste of wild animal blood had grown lackluster to Rarity. Even the sheer thrill of the hunt was not enough to account for her want of pony blood. She spread her wings from her sides, aroused by the sight of the delicious looking veins coursing through the fit mare’s body. With no further objections to her vampiric nature, Rarity fell from the Town Hall and caught the breeze blowing past. She glided silently to the ground, shrouded in the shadows cast by the buildings on her right.

Her lustful eyes trailed after the mare as she continued on uninterrupted. The longer the unicorn watched the blood flow in the pony in front of her, the further her fangs protruded from her mouth. Rarity could hear the careful heartbeat of her prey and relished in the fact that the rate of its beat would quickly change due to her tantalizing acts.

That in turn would make drinking the life giving fluid that much simpler. She saw her chance as the mare spun and stepped along a darkened alley. Rarity took off with a single flap of her bat-like wings and slammed into her noiselessly, carrying her victim farther into the dark alleyway. The mare merely managed to whimper as she lay upon the ground, belly facing skyward, before Rarity placed her hoof over her mouth.

“Shh, darling, no yelling now; this is something that both you and I will enjoy.” The vampire caressed her free hoof over the mare’s neck, revealing the pulsing vein that Rarity had become so fond of.

Her wings gave an excited beat at what this new blood would taste like, before she brought her glistening fangs down upon her neck. The pony screamed, the sound muffled by the hoof of Rarity. Warmth coated her teeth and poured into her mouth, before she removed her fangs and placed her mouth over the two wounds.

The mare continued to try and call for somepony, yet within a few seconds her silenced shouts turned to gentle moans. She fell against the soil, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Rarity grinned into her feeding, further excited by the pony’s relaxed manner.

From the taste of the new blood type, the vivacious unicorn moaned out of delight; it was incomparable to anything else. Not even the pony blood packets were this scrumptious. She heard the other mare exhale in ecstasy at what was being done to her. The saliva that dripped from Rarity’s mouth and into the wounds was swift to arouse and sedate her prey. The designer learned long ago that vampire saliva glands produced a chemical which mimicked sexual stimulation, allowing the vampire to drink the blood from their intended prey with little struggle.

This is amazing. How I could have prevented myself from experiencing something so delicious for so long is a matter that I shall never understand. Her wings flexed at her sides, her entire body flooded with adrenaline. She needed more. Rarity released her victim with one last swallow of the life giving fluid and licked her lips.

The pony lay on the floor, rendered unconscious from the excitement and fear bubbling up in her body. The vampiric unicorn smiled seductively and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on the mare’s cheek. “Pleasant dreams, darling. You were a very helpful victim this night.” Yet I need more, her primal side screamed at her.

Her fangs were still protruding from her mouth, her long thirst for real pony blood finally being met. She had been like this for years, for as long as she could remember, her body always craving for something more.

No matter how many packets of blood Rarity stole from Ponyville General Hospital, it still yelled at her for a unique taste. I don’t think that you will have to worry about going thirsty anymore. This is too much to pass up now.

She sped off into the darkened streets of the small, unsuspecting town, searching for another late night meal. Her wings carried her through shadows at impossible speeds, intent on locating another vessel of blood.

She ceased in her stride at the corner of a street, spotting a group of ponies hanging around near the Ponyville Market. Her red irises narrowed further as she clung to the side of a building, her heart fluttering in anticipation at the prospect of having three victims to choose from as she remained clandestine within her shadows.

Now Rarity, not even a powerful vampire like yourself could take on three stallions at once. I will simply have to separate one of them from the rest. The seamstress quirked her head to appraise her wings and furled them carefully against her body, fashioning them into a transparent cloak.

She blinked her eyes a few times and felt them change to her once natural sapphire coloration. The final touch, Rarity managed to retract her fangs enough to not be noticeable, her emotions still running high on the elation of the blood now coursing through her veins.

Rarity flicked her mane once before sauntering out into the light of the street lamp near the three ponies, adding a voluptuous sway of her hips. The tall one noticed her first, turning on his hooves to smile at the unicorn. He was handsome, if she were to be honest. He had a strong form, shimmering blue eyes and course black hair. A suitable candidate for a date with the old Rarity, however the Vampire Rarity harbored a darker, more intrinsic plan for him.

“Well, well, what do we have here? You seem to be lost, miss,” the male called.

Of course, Rarity imagined with a grin of her own; a surreptitious and predatory smirk that she allowed none of them to notice behind her frightened façade, while she halted her approach a pony’s length from the threesome, chivalry with hidden intentions behind each smile. This will only make things easier. “Oh my goodness, yes; I am afraid that I have rarely traipsed along this way and I am uncertain whether I will be able to return to my home without some sort of peril befalling me.”

The unicorn with the deep blue mane and tail stepped forward, offering a hoof to Rarity. “Would you allow me to walk you home?”

“Oh, would you be so kind, sir?” she asked, fluttering her eyelashes delicately.

“It would be my pleasure.” He was thin, yet not unhealthy. Rarity could see the blood rushing through his body and to his face; it was enough of an indication for the vampiric mare. “I’ll see you guys later. This beautiful mare needs to get home.”

Chivalry, although I know what he hopes to receive upon his generous deed…and my, my, what another rather practical use for my charms. The two began walking, the stallion already settled close beside her.

“So where might your home be, miss…?”

Rarity smiled sweetly at him. “Oh yes, my name is Rarity. I live in Carousel Boutique, near the Ponyville Library.”

“Oh yes, I remember you. Quite the eye for fashion I might point out. My name is Clear Skies. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise, my dear,” she returned eloquently, yet inwardly the alabaster unicorn groaned. Honestly, how desperate can you be? “Well, thank you most sincerely for walking me home at this time of night.”

The stallion grinned widely at her. “It’s no trouble, my lady; happy to help.”

“So where might you be from? I am afraid that I haven’t seen you around here before.”

Clear Skies laughed pleasantly. “I’m not too surprised. I haven’t lived here for some time. I moved to Baltimare ages ago, but luckily for the both of us I still know my way around.”

Rarity raised a curious eyebrow in response, merely playing the role of the distressed and interested mare prior to having the male within her home. The fact that you have no relatives residing here will be of benefit to me, however; not that a concerning issue has ever arisen due to my feasts. “You moved from Ponyville to Baltimare? That is no small journey. What would cause such an alteration of residence, if I may ask?”

“Oh it’s nothing that you should be worried to ask about. I’m here visiting some friends and their family.”

You dip your head in recognition, flicking your tail this way and that. “Ah, well that sounds lovely, Clear Skies.” As the two arrived at the boutique, Rarity sauntered along the front step to unlock the front door. The fact that his friends saw him leave with a beautiful mare in need will also allot me a time to deal with him and grant myself an alibi explaining why he will not return to their home for at least another day.

“I suppose I should be going.”

Tossing her mane to have it dangle in front of her right eye, the proper lady inclined her head sweetly. My dear male; we both know what you truly wish to say. “Won’t you stay for a moment? I could set some tea on for us; to make up for you walking me home.”

“Well, I…”

There we are, almost there. “Please?” Her eyes flashed red, a sultry and hypnotizing glance falling on the stallion. Rarity stepped over to him, smiling to herself knowing that her combined charms and vampiric nature had rooted her next victim to the sidewalk. The lady placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“O-okay,” he muttered, staring forward in a dumbfounded manner; lips curled upward slightly.

The mare led the hypnotized stallion into her house, sitting him down near her display table in the living room of her boutique. Rarity grinned at the knowledge that she had complete control over her victim, much like when she fed off of wild animals. Yet, something about controlling other ponies was more fulfilling.

“Now you simply relax, darling. I shall return momentarily. I purely need to prepare the tea.” The mare watched Clear Skies, his lack of a reaction other than a nod and a lustful smile told her how deeply she had him. She leaned in further and stroked at his neck with a fore hoof. The pulsing vein could be plainly seen directly under the skin of her prey.

Rarity watched the flow of blood throughout his body, truly relishing in the sight given to her with her transformation. Nothing in the world compares to this, even my sewing. I cannot believe that I managed to stave off this craving for so long.

She allowed her wings to unfurl and her fangs to protrude, excited from the prospect of feeding so quickly after the first time tonight. Rarity had always controlled the extent of blood which she would consume despite the deep protests of her primal self. She took only what she truly needed to survive, yet with the beginning of this night, she shook off those morals.

Her glistening fangs pierced the flesh of her victim’s neck, opened a portion of the blood vessel and greedily drank the red liquid. Clear Skies shouted in surprise and pain for a few seconds, before Rarity’s special saliva did its work. He slumped to the ground, with the fashionista falling on top of him while she continued to feed.

She felt something hard press up against her stomach. Rarity pulled her lips from his neck and glanced between their bodies, producing a vivacious smirk once she realized what it was.

“Becoming enticed, are we? My, my, how many mares must this have encountered over the years?” She drew nearer upon him, rubbing her cheek against his own. “You must really want to enjoy my company, yet I am afraid that you are not my type.”

Rarity pressed herself down on his member, pinning it to his stomach so that she could finish feeding without any unwelcome interruptions. The stallion moaned into her, kissing her neck in an attempt to arouse her. Honestly, I imagined that he knew who I was; a lady of control and refinement. Yet for a brief moment, a distant, impossible thought occurred to her; imagining that a different creature, who the elegant mare truly desired, would appear before her red eyes, comfortably nestled beneath her lithesome form. Her marehood screamed at her to gain some measure of satisfaction from the vision, a heat developing between her hind legs. Her fancies assuaged, swiftly comprehending that this was not who she envisioned, she resumed her original task.

She finished drinking his blood a few moments later, glad that the stubborn stallion had slipped into an unconscious state from the loss of blood. Rarity pushed herself to her hooves with a delicate toss of her tail and licked her lips of the delicious fluid yet remaining there. “Not as good as the first one, possibly due to intoxication, yet still divine; now what to do with you?”

The vampiric unicorn looked to the clueless male, seeing that she had drained quite a bit of his life blood in her need for more. “He was obviously drunk, so I could put him in an alley to be discovered in the morning. He shouldn’t recall what transpired tonight, if I have anything to voice about it. Regardless, no vampire has been documented in over three thousand years, before the princesses and I am quite happy to remain undocumented and unknown as well, thank you.”

Nodding to herself at her rationalization, Rarity lifted the stallion in her magic and meandered toward the front door. Her fangs retreated into her mouth, if through a touch of coaxing by the vampiric unicorn, yet her eyes remained that red coloration that she had grown to delight in and her wings stayed extended.

Once her saliva rapidly performed its secondary task of coagulating the blood of the two bite wounds, concealed well beneath his fur, she found a splendid spot for Clear Skies near Quills and Sofas, placing him in such a way that indicated that he had passed out from drunkenness after escorting her to her abode. Rarity stared at the pony, quite satisfied with how tonight had gone for her.

Yet this is only the first night, she thought with a grin. As she returned to her home with a gentle sway of her hips and a promenade, the proper lady gazed skyward at the moon that was giving her this chance to feed. “What a lovely red moon. This will truly be a Nightmare Night to remember.”

Author's Notes:

It is swiftly nearing Halloween and after holding myself from publishing this tale for likely two years, I have finally decided to add something a touch different from my usual writings.

Happy Nightmare Night!