Alright! Fine! I'll eat her! I can't take it anymore!

     30 sin added...

     You walk up to her as slowly as you can...but the closer you get, the more you want to eat her.

     With each soft pump of her heart you can feel each individual blood cell swish along through her tender body. You look onto her from above with empty eyes. You feel nothing but hunger...hunger...hunger...is that sympathy? No. That's congestion. Where was I? Oh, right, hunger...hunger...hunger.

     Carefully, you crane your neck as to lower your jaws onto her neck. She feels your warm breath on your neck and stirs ever so slightly in her sleep...but even if she were to wake up right now, she would have no time to react. She's just another meal to you now.

     You place the tips of your fangs on her neck for a moment, not applying any serious pressure...you want to savor the meal. It isn't every day you get a live, sleeping pony to feast on...oh, those arteries, those juicy arteries...they're all yours.

     Just as you're about to bite, you start to think for a moment...maybe if you woke her up and scared her, her blood would start moving faster. Yes, that way you wouldn't have to suck as hard, per-

     An ear-splitting scream cuts through your sensitive ear drums, "Aaaaiiii!"

     With evident fear in her eyes, the pony stares up at you, wide-eyed, and scrambles to the other side of the bed. You leap onto her and chomp on her. Your don't bite with all of your jaw power, because then blood will be EVERYWHERE and you'll have to lap it all up like a dog. You want a few controlled puncture wounds where you can drain the blood from her body with minimal effort.

     Her screams of terror become muffled as blood fills her throat from the wounds. Your top two teeth are in her jugular, and your bottom two are in her windpipe. Excellent precision. She flails wildly, but starts to lose energy after a short while. She looks up at you with fearful eyes...then hopeful...then fading...and then...nothi-

     GrrrRUFF! a loud canine barks as it tackles you off of its owner.

     It sinks its fangs into your jugular and shakes its head wildly, tearing off a bit of your flesh and letting it hang off your skin limply.

     You cry out in pain and leap back, retreating to a nearby corner for a moment or two while your wound heals back up. After a few moments, however, you soon realize that the rest of her horde has made its way into her upstairs bedroom. Different deadly animals of all shapes and sizes. A bear, yes, a BEAR snorts steam as it stares at you with red eyes.

     There is no escape; all eyes are on you and the animals have sealed off the exit. There is no escape.

     Just as your wound finishes healing up, you prepare for an epic battle of supernatural versus completely natural, when suddenly another scream, louder this time, and it sounds more like pain as opposed to terror, like before. All of the animals, instantly startled, look back to their owner.

     She rolls on the ground, writhing in pain as she clutches her neck wound. Oh dear, this isn't good; she's turning into a vampony. Vamponies can carry vendettas...dead ponies can't. But you can't just ATTACK her, you'll get swarmed by a wave of defensive animals! Not like you have much of any other ch-

     No, wait, you can slip away through the ground as a rat, they're distracted by their concern for their owner.

     Hmmm...animals can be deadly, but, then again, so can a future vampony...

     What will you do?

Choice:

1. No, I can't take them on. I'll never make it to her in time anyway, I just need to get away. Click here

2. I'll just run in and maul her quickly; then I can fight my way out if I have to. A vampony is smarter than a group of animals, however inexperienced! Click here