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(Continued from: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/38701405/ )
Fullerton finally allowed himself to relax after he finally made it to his home, locking the door behind him. He drew a few deep, calming breaths, doing his best to slow down his racing heart as he trotted into his living room and slumped onto his old, dusty couch. He wrinkled his nose at the musty smell coming from it as he flopped. He really needed some new furniture, but where was he going to get money for that? He didn't even have money for lunch tomorrow at the moment.
Looking around the room at his sparse belongings, he took stock of which of his meager possessions he needed to sell next, just to keep food in his stomach. What would it be? What would sting the most? Would he sell the last painting his wife made before she passed away? Perhaps their wedding bands?
He had rolled over on the couch, about to descend into a fitful sleep when he heard a soft, polite knock at the front door. He rolled onto his hooves with a thud, too deep into his own self pity to give much thought as to who it could be.
Looking through the peep hole in his door, he spotted the pale mare in the red jacket, her dark hair still done up neatly in a bun. He felt the familiar icy chill around his heart as he called out, “Y... you can't come in here! I didn't invite you!”
There was a loud CRUNCH as the door was flung inwards. Fullerton was flung backwards through the air, landing in a tangled heap. Brushing the brown mane out of his eyes, he gazed upon the form of the formerly friendly seeming mare striding over the threshold and into his home.
“Did I ask?”
The stallion whimpered, curling up into a ball as she closed the door behind her. A large chunk of the door frame had be torn away by the locked deadbolt when she forced her way in. She rolled her eyes before snapping at him, “Pull yourself together. If I was going to hurt you I could have done it a dozen times over already.”
He blinked and slowly uncurled from around himself. Sitting up in the middle of his floor, he looked at the beautiful mare once more. The scowl on her face made her slightly less attractive to him than she had been before, but she still had that otherworldly beauty about her.
“I'm here because I can't have somepony running around like an idiot spreading rumors of a vampire in town!”
Tilting his head in confusion, he blinked as he looked at the mirror above the mantle, and as before sow only himself. There was no reflection of the mare, just him in his mostly empty, dusty home. “But.. then... what ARE you?”
She sighed softly, hanging her head, “Truth be told, I don't know. I'm not a vampire, I don't drink blood. I don't age, either and sunlight just gives me horrible headaches. The reason I have no reflection near as I can figure is that my soul is... elsewhere...”
He blinked at her, genuinely confused now. “What do you mean your soul is elsewhere? How is that even possible?”
She looked up at him with a deep sadness in her eyes, along with an exhaustion to belied her apparent young age. “Years ago, a powerful necromancer captured me and used me in one of his experiments. He pulled my soul from my body, trapping it in some sort of black gemstone. He then dumped me in the middle of the Everfree to die.”
Fullerton swallowed hard, listening closely. “But you survived.”
Nodding, she continued, “I found that most of the beasts of the woods ignored me. Those that didn't, well their attacks did very little. Snake venom had no effect on me, nor did the gaze of a cockatrice. Even wounds from falling healed in a matter of moments. For all purposes I felt like myself, other than not.. FEELING like myself. My emotions felt disconnected and weak.”
Nodding, he thought aloud, “Without your soul in your body, I suppose that makes sense.”
“When I got back to town, though, I was overwhelmed by emotion. Not mine, but those belonging to everypony else! I felt like I was being filled up and would explode as every emotion I was missing threatened to come out at once. It fueled me. I felt better, faster, stronger than I ever was before. The ponies around me, though. Their emotions seemed to dull a little, their thoughts getting clouded.”
The unicorn was feeling confused by all that he was hearing, but he managed to suss out one thing. “You were feeding off of them without knowing it..”
Nodding, she continued, “I found a way to stop myself, to only feed when I absolutely needed it. I could feed from a crowd and barely anypony would notice. If one did, though, I could take them aside and feed more fully from them and they would forget everything that had happened for the past few hours.”
Fullerton blinked, shaking his head as he tried to pay attention to what he was hearing. His tongue felt heavy as he tried to respond, “Why are you telling me all of this.”
“Because you won't remember it anyway.”
**********************************
Fullerton looked around his living room, unable for the life of him to remember what he had gotten up to do. He shrugged and turned back towards the couch to get some sleep when he froze. A large bag of gold bits was propped in the middle of his couch, actually heavy enough to sink into the springs beneath the cushions. Attached was a simple note in elegant writing.
“Sorry about your door frame.”
(concludes at: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/38963146/ )
Fullerton finally allowed himself to relax after he finally made it to his home, locking the door behind him. He drew a few deep, calming breaths, doing his best to slow down his racing heart as he trotted into his living room and slumped onto his old, dusty couch. He wrinkled his nose at the musty smell coming from it as he flopped. He really needed some new furniture, but where was he going to get money for that? He didn't even have money for lunch tomorrow at the moment.
Looking around the room at his sparse belongings, he took stock of which of his meager possessions he needed to sell next, just to keep food in his stomach. What would it be? What would sting the most? Would he sell the last painting his wife made before she passed away? Perhaps their wedding bands?
He had rolled over on the couch, about to descend into a fitful sleep when he heard a soft, polite knock at the front door. He rolled onto his hooves with a thud, too deep into his own self pity to give much thought as to who it could be.
Looking through the peep hole in his door, he spotted the pale mare in the red jacket, her dark hair still done up neatly in a bun. He felt the familiar icy chill around his heart as he called out, “Y... you can't come in here! I didn't invite you!”
There was a loud CRUNCH as the door was flung inwards. Fullerton was flung backwards through the air, landing in a tangled heap. Brushing the brown mane out of his eyes, he gazed upon the form of the formerly friendly seeming mare striding over the threshold and into his home.
“Did I ask?”
The stallion whimpered, curling up into a ball as she closed the door behind her. A large chunk of the door frame had be torn away by the locked deadbolt when she forced her way in. She rolled her eyes before snapping at him, “Pull yourself together. If I was going to hurt you I could have done it a dozen times over already.”
He blinked and slowly uncurled from around himself. Sitting up in the middle of his floor, he looked at the beautiful mare once more. The scowl on her face made her slightly less attractive to him than she had been before, but she still had that otherworldly beauty about her.
“I'm here because I can't have somepony running around like an idiot spreading rumors of a vampire in town!”
Tilting his head in confusion, he blinked as he looked at the mirror above the mantle, and as before sow only himself. There was no reflection of the mare, just him in his mostly empty, dusty home. “But.. then... what ARE you?”
She sighed softly, hanging her head, “Truth be told, I don't know. I'm not a vampire, I don't drink blood. I don't age, either and sunlight just gives me horrible headaches. The reason I have no reflection near as I can figure is that my soul is... elsewhere...”
He blinked at her, genuinely confused now. “What do you mean your soul is elsewhere? How is that even possible?”
She looked up at him with a deep sadness in her eyes, along with an exhaustion to belied her apparent young age. “Years ago, a powerful necromancer captured me and used me in one of his experiments. He pulled my soul from my body, trapping it in some sort of black gemstone. He then dumped me in the middle of the Everfree to die.”
Fullerton swallowed hard, listening closely. “But you survived.”
Nodding, she continued, “I found that most of the beasts of the woods ignored me. Those that didn't, well their attacks did very little. Snake venom had no effect on me, nor did the gaze of a cockatrice. Even wounds from falling healed in a matter of moments. For all purposes I felt like myself, other than not.. FEELING like myself. My emotions felt disconnected and weak.”
Nodding, he thought aloud, “Without your soul in your body, I suppose that makes sense.”
“When I got back to town, though, I was overwhelmed by emotion. Not mine, but those belonging to everypony else! I felt like I was being filled up and would explode as every emotion I was missing threatened to come out at once. It fueled me. I felt better, faster, stronger than I ever was before. The ponies around me, though. Their emotions seemed to dull a little, their thoughts getting clouded.”
The unicorn was feeling confused by all that he was hearing, but he managed to suss out one thing. “You were feeding off of them without knowing it..”
Nodding, she continued, “I found a way to stop myself, to only feed when I absolutely needed it. I could feed from a crowd and barely anypony would notice. If one did, though, I could take them aside and feed more fully from them and they would forget everything that had happened for the past few hours.”
Fullerton blinked, shaking his head as he tried to pay attention to what he was hearing. His tongue felt heavy as he tried to respond, “Why are you telling me all of this.”
“Because you won't remember it anyway.”
**********************************
Fullerton looked around his living room, unable for the life of him to remember what he had gotten up to do. He shrugged and turned back towards the couch to get some sleep when he froze. A large bag of gold bits was propped in the middle of his couch, actually heavy enough to sink into the springs beneath the cushions. Attached was a simple note in elegant writing.
“Sorry about your door frame.”
(concludes at: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/38963146/ )
Category Story / My Little Pony / Brony
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 116px
File Size 42.3 kB
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