Rarity worked through the night, as she often did. Most nights it was useful to put up a facade of sleep, but to spend a night working every now and again was just the sort of eccentricity that was expected of an artist. And on this night, of all nights, half of Ponyville would likely never make it back to their beds. There was a scent in the air, of autumn, of smoke, of sweets, which belonged to this night alone, and she enjoyed it even as she refused to partake in the associated festivities.
But suddenly there was a wind at her back, a cold wind that felt as though it blew out of the past, and she swallowed and took a deep breath to calm herself. She almost laughed at that, calming herself with the pretenses of life that she put up to ward off suspicion.
“We were expecting to see thee,” Luna said.
Rarity sighed. Everypony always questioned why she didn’t involve herself with Nightmare Night. It seemed, to them, like a celebration designed precisely for her. They did not realize it was a sacred night and she could not inform them without bringing on further questions.
“Well, I had some trouble with my costume,” she finally said. “I simply could not wear such a dreadful thing in public.”
“Of course. We always appreciated thy desire to look thy best, Arikel.”
Rarity froze at that name. She almost took another ‘calming’ breath before she realized such pretenses were no longer necessary. She turned to face Princess Luna and saw a smirk looking down at her.
She chuckled. “You remember me, then.”
“Those who appreciated our nights were a precious treasure to us,” Luna said. She stepped closer and leaned down, her muzzle inches from Rarity’s. “And those with whom We shared the night even more so. We noticed thee even in our fallen state.”
“Really!” Rarity smirked back. “Well, then you might have done better than flicking your mane in my face.”
Luna pressed her lips to Rarity’s and Rarity felt a shiver travel over her body, but Luna puled away a moment later.
“We certainly wished to do more.”
Rarity felt more than one kind of hunger bubbling up inside her. She bit her lip and stared back up at Luna’s eyes, the memories of nights spend together flooding her mind.
Luna grinned and flapped her wings before turning back to face the window. “Come, Arikel. We shall feed. And with that living blood in our veins we may return to thy bed and partake in the pleasures of life!”
She grinned back and approached the window, standing alongside Luna and shivering all over in anticipation. “So long as we do not feed from my friends.”
Luna pouted at her. “But that pink one looked so delicious!”
But she smirked back and laughed, and Rarity laughed with her. “I’m sure she is. But I shall show you somepony even better.”
Luna licked her lips and the sight almost brought Rarity to her knees.
“Then let us go.”
And with that, the two of them slipped out of the window to stalk the night.
Comments by Kyronea:
Aha! Sexy Lunity/RariLuna shipping, two huntresses out to stalk the night. And Rarity’s older name takes a cue from Vampire: The Masquerade at that, which I totally knew off the top of my head and didn’t have to ask you about. This could easily have segued into a Sexty story, given its nature, and I really like how it scares the reader. Who are they going to prey upon? What ponies will die this night? We won’t know, but whomever they are: WATCH OUT!