"Th-that's... Pretty... Great..." Narrowleaf wheezed. "B-b-burns, Rosy... The burns hurt..." He slowly tried to get up, his face burned and charred in a few places.
"Oh, dear. I had almost forgotten about your injuries." Rosy looked around desperately for anything that might help, but none of the plants in the garden were of any use. "I had heard stories of Celestia's hatred for our kind, but I never thought..." She sighed. Any hope for a peaceful mortal life had been shattered. Celestia knew her as an enemy. "Come... let us find you a meal."
"Right... Stick to the alleyways... S-safer." He mumbled, smiling. Narrowleaf limped into an alleyway, and waited for a while until a rather 'plump' mare walked past. As she passed, he dragged her into the alleyway and sucked her dry. He eventually emerged, his burns healed. "So delicious..." he murmured, smiling.
"It is good to see you at full strength." Rosy was unsure of what to do next. She had never encountered a foe as dangerous as Celestia. "We need a plan. It is obvious to me now that we will never make peace with the Sun Princess."
"I say we go find the Crystal Empire. It's our best chance of getting help." Narrowleaf suggested. "Any idea where it is?"
"It's in northern Equestria, in the very north."Silent said emerging from the shadow's of a tree in a full black cloak he walks over to Narrowleaf and Rosy and asks "Are you two alright? Did that Forsaken princess hurt you two?" he asked with sincere words and looking around to see if any guards were around.
Narrowleaf fell backwards, startled. "D-Don't do that!" He screamed. "B-But yes... She burned my face by touching it. I've healed, though."
"It pains me to say this, Brother Silent, but... you were right. There can be no peace with the Sun Princess." Rosy sighed. "There is a train from Ponyville that goes to Crystal Empire. We can rent a private car, and blend in with the mortals. Our biggest problem will be obtaining fresh blood. I suggest bringing a thrall with us to feed on."
Narrowleaf gave a deep sigh. "Maybe we could go raid a blood bank. There's one here somewhere. And except for my bite wound and my fangs, I do still look like a pony..." He suggested.
Rosy nodded. "That would be a far simpler solution. It also saves us a few bits, as we will not need to buy an extra ticket."
"And b-besides, I refuse to drink from those poor ponies. The thralls deserve freedom." Narrowleaf mumbled in response.
Rosy frowned. "No. They do not. I chose ponies that would not be missed. Murderers. Thieves. Corrupt businessponies. Every single one of the House's thralls was far more monsterous than the vampires that enslaved them." Rosy sighed. "I do not spill innocent blood, young one."
Narrowleaf shook his head. "Still wrong." He muttered. "R-Right... Blood bank. Follow me you two." He ducked into an alleyway and motioned for the other two to follow.
Silents follows Narrowleaf and keeps his face hidden in his hood and looks around again for any guards and any hunters following them or near them "I agree with what Sister Rosy said, like it or not young brother the thralls we had have done far worse things then I could describe in a day or two trust me when I say this, you'll feed off the corrupt and evil of Equestria in the name of survival."
Narrowleaf led them to a small, abandoned building. "Th-That's really odd. I was just here a week ago how could it..." He stopped himself and sobbed. "How long was I asleep? I-It's impossible. I-I-I..."
Rosy was confused. Narrowleaf was acting very strange. "What is wrong, young one? What do you mean, 'asleep?'"
"W-Well... I just woke up in the House o-one day and was told to go to the mess hall." Narrowleaf explained. "I-I was dragged to the House and I passed out as soon as I entered, r-remember?"
Rosy remembered her initial confusion at Narrowleaf's sudden arrival. "Oh dear... that does explain much. What is the last thing you remember?" (How long are we talking about, here?)
(100 years or so.) "I remember me and Silver Bell walking home from the unveiling of a "train" thing. And... And... I've been asleep for a hundred y-y-years." Narrowleaf recalled. "Oh... Gods no..." He mumbled, shocked.
"I had thought you were rather... young... to remember the Silver Bell incident." Rosy frowned. "I need time to think. For now, I suggest we find another blood bank."
