Chapter 8: Friday

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Filthy Rich watched as his daughter walked off to school. He wanted to send her to Crystal Prep, but his wife had insisted he send her to Canterlot High. As soon as his daughter left, he immediately went towards the secret cellar below their basement.

He kept a few civilians hostage for when he needed to feed. He had been careful to soundproof the cellar, along with making sure it was concealed properly.

He undid one of his five padlocks. He undid them all only to be greeted by his high-tech scanner for face recognition.

He waited until his face was scanned. Once that was finished, the thick steel door opened with a hiss of air. He walked in, smelling the dried blood which tainted his victim's clothes.

"So who is going to be my meal for today?" asked Filthy Rich, thumbing through a set of keys.

He finally set his mind a blue colored key. He went to the cell that it opened.

Inside was a young teenage girl, curled into the fetal position. He smirked as he saw the fear on her face. He knew she couldn't be much older than his daughter.

He grabbed her thin, frail, arm as he yanked her out of the cell. He then sat her on a metal chair with restraints in the arms and the legs.

"Now are we going to behave? I don't want to cause yet another injury," said Filthy Rich.

The girl squirmed against the tight restraints. She saw Filthy Rich's red eyes fixated on her jugular vein. She nodded yes, knowing she was never going to escape.

As she soon as she agreed, she felt two sharp fangs pierce her neck. She didn't feel as much pain as last time, but it still stung as his saliva seeped into the wound. She saw the edges of her vision getting hazy as she gave more of her blood to Filthy Rich. After five more minutes, she passed out from blood loss.

Filthy Rich felt his fangs retract as his eyes shifted back to their normal light blue color. He took the unconscious girl and laid her back in the cell. He then laid out a plastic wrapped plate with food on it. He might drink her blood but that didn't mean he was completely heartless.

Meanwhile, back at Canterlot High, Sunset was dropped off by Starlight.

"Thanks for the ride," said Sunset, closing the car door afterward. She saw her friends waiting by the wondercolt statue for her. She smiled as she walked towards them.

"Hey, guys I am glad to see you," She noticed that Twilight wasn't with her friends. "Where's Twilight? Has something happened to her?" asked Sunset.

Rainbow Dash placed her hand on her neck, nervously rubbing it. She avoided looking at Sunset as she said, "She may have busted us for lying. We confessed and she hasn't said anything since then. But we had to admit that you had a secret that was not ours to share."

She looked up to see Sunset's expression change from happy to complete and utter fear.

"I am truly sorry, Sunset." apologized Rainbow Dash.

Sunset sat down against the statue. She rested her head on her arms which sat on her knees. She felt her eyes glow red as her vision became blurry for a second. She managed to keep her fangs from extending. But anger boiled underneath her skin.

She was mostly angry at herself for letting Twilight get close. She should've known that the lies would make Twilight suspicious. She wondered where Twilight was. Getting up, Sunset told her friends that she was going to look for her.

She wandered around the campus till she found an almost empty bathroom. She walked in, her gut instinct saying that Twilight was here.

As she entered the bathroom, her sense of smell was flooded with Twilight's sweet, almost rose-like scent. She was completely overwhelmed by it. She let out a soft growl as her fangs extended. She looked at herself, seeing her red eyes glaring back at her. She was shocked to see the sinister look in her red eyes.

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