Confessions of the Dark Audio Reading

“Vinyl. You awake in there?” “Well, I'm going to be heading out to get breakfast. So you have two choices. You can either get out here and come along, or you can find whatever is left in the fridge.” "You think I'm joking? I'm not going to pick you up anything if you don't tag along.”

 “Being an airhead I see. I was trying to tell you that you've got the apartment for today. I have concert practice this afternoon and I won't be back until ten tonight. Now I don't want you having any wild parties while I'm gone. Okay?”

“What's the matter? You sound like you don't want the entire apartment to yourself. Afraid of being alone with a psycho pony on the loose?” *the sass!*

“Oh, hush. You know you like me hanging around you. Even if I still don't understand your choice of music. Or why you haven't bothered to pick up an instrument. And don't say your DJ table is an instrument.”

“If you have such a big secret, wouldn't it be more painful to keep it to yourself. Seriously. She has a mare friend that she's known her… For a long time. Does she not think her friend would understand?”

“But don't you think her friend would understand her pain? They've been friends for years. Wouldn't she be bound to find out at some point? Especially since her friend hasn't seemed to age. Wouldn't it be better she was told, rather than finding out herself? ARG! And now you've got me going on this. It's just a movie. Why are we getting so hypothetical right now?”

“It's. Alright… A part of me. Always knew. Please. Go. I don't. Want you to. Pay for his crime…” *speak as if partially gurgling, as that's about how she would sound since she's like dying*

“Now be a dear, and go the fuck back to hell.”

“Give me a break. Do you know how hard it is to translate your messages while trying to avoid authorities?” 

“I could go for ‘cheap’. But what are we going to about our apartment? I'm still kind of dead to them. It's not like you can just look at a normal pony and change their memories…” “You never used that on me did you?”

“I can't tell if you're joking. Are you joking?”

“Oh. Yeah. I’ll take just take a café mocha. Please.”  “And could I get a newspaper. I like to stay informed.”*low, shy tone for this one*

“Don't see what you all of the mares need to practice on. You're already the best cellist in Equestria. If anything you should stay home. Give the rest of the group some time to breathe outside your glory.” *more sass*

“That… That wasn't what I meant. You know what, enjoy your practice. I’ll make sure I enjoy myself without you.”

“Instrument: Noun. An object or device for producing musical sounds.” “So as long as ponies enjoy and listen to my work, it will be music. Therefore, my DJ table is an instrument.” *you know what must be done*

“She must have a reason. Think about it Tavi. If you've lived as long as she has, imagine the number of friends she's lost over the countless centuries. The number of lovers she's watched die in front of her. The pain she must have felt for so long. She doesn't want to tell her friend because she doesn't want her to worry. The path she walks isn't for a faint of heart. If she told her, she’d want to share the pain, and that's the last thing she wants for her. A life of darkness. Of loneliness. It's unbearable just thinking about it.” *imagine she's talking about herself, to herself. there should be a sense of pain in her voice*

Curse that bastard stallion. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be like this. I would have died in that alleyway to that unicorn. I should have died. I… I would rather have died. Than to live as I am.”

“I thought I made myself clear the night I left. I despise your methods. And your reason. I did then and I still do. So what makes you think I would join you now?! And give me one reason I shouldn't just smear your vampiric ass across the floor!”

“Stop calling me dear! You've seen me as nothing more than a tool since the moment I woke up. And if you were so eager to give me what I wanted, you would have given me my freedom. You would take away this curse! And let me live my life with the pony… The mare that I love!”

“I'm sorry Octavia. This. This is all my fault.” *points for actual tears shed*

*agonized wail*

“No dear. I swear I have never used my wonderful vampiric power to alter your memory and get away with anything.” *oh the sass*

“Look what you've done. This could have been avoided. Now I’ll be seeing you soon Vinyl.” *added echo effect would be nice*

“Melody Song.” “Or would you rather I address you as Vinyl Scratch, the alias you so rudely took to hide yourself. It has been awhile. Hasn't it.”

“When I saw you dying there, in that alleyway, I couldn't help but kill that unicorn that stabbed you. After that, it was already too late to save you. The only way you were going to live, was for me to turn you. I know I had no right to do it, but I couldn't just let a beauty such as yourself perish in an alley.” *spoken with actually sincerity*

“Why can't you see the gift I've given you? Why did you always have to find everything wrong with what I've done?!” “Very well. I'll give you the freedom you ask. But not right now.” *anger that quickly gives way to apparent kindness*

“I will need to take care of a few things before I can do it. But I can do it. Just for you.” *hint of venom under his kind words*

“Enjoy your freedom Melody. I hope it's all you ever wanted.” *echo effect*

“There’s no need for such vulgar words. If you wanted me to come to you...” “All you had to say was please.”

“Octavia? Oh. You mean that earth pony mare you lived with. Quite the fighter she was. I see why you liked her. I don't see what you're so upset about. You wanted freedom. So I gave it to you. After living for so long, you all of ponies should know that nothing comes for free. And now at sunrise, you’ll no longer be a vampire. Shouldn't you be happy? Now you get to live like a sheep, unaware of the wolves among you.”

Lila
"Well. If it isn't the wonderful Octavia Melody." 

“Welcome to the Sunny Mare. My name is Lila, and I will be taking care of you today. Could I start you both off with something to drink?”

“Umm. Excuse me. Did the two of you like to order anything else?” *spoken with mild annoyance*

“Here you go. Two orders of pancakes and blueberry muffins. I hope the two of you enjoy your meal. Musicians can't perform on an empty stomach.”

Crazy Fan Mares (see description)

CFM 1
“Hey. This is going to sound very weird, but… You wouldn't happen to be DJ Pon3?” *spoken with sincere curiosity*

“I don't believe there's a killer in Manehattan. Probably just the newspaper companies pulling some Nightmare Night prank this year. You know, to get everypony in the mood.” *sassy disbelief*

“Girls. You are not going to believe who I ran into on my way here.” 

“What are you talking about? We know you love this attention. You’re just being modest Vinyl.”

CFM 2

“So we can call her Vinyl?!” *overly excited*

“Don't worry about her. She just stepped out to get some air. She should be back soon.”

CFM 3
“Can I call her Vinyl too?!”

Blood. Blood was all she smelled. It was all she ever smelled. For countless years, that smell welcomed her. And now, it was most prominent. The wail of sirens and flashing lights were the only thing in motion, as Vinyl Scratch wiped the blood from her mouth. What laid at her hooves was the blood-soaked body of her roommate, still clinging to life. It would only be a matter of time before the door would be bucked in, and Vinyl would be forced to live with her choice. She wasn't going to run from them. Not anymore. Her eyes remained fixed on Octavia, who met her eyes. Octavia wore a saddened look. Not because her closest friend brought her to this condition, but because Vinyl didn't feel that she could trust her with the truth.

The heavy trotts of armed ponies echoed as they made their way into the apartment complex and towards their apartment. Octavia motioned Vinyl to lean in close. She whispered something into her ear, bringing Vinyl to tears. Loud shrieks of agony were heard shortly before the apartment for door flew open, followed quickly by the shattering of a window and the trotting of hooves.

The officers who came in were greeted by the remains of the late Octavia Melody. Her cause of death was ruled to multiple puncture wounds to the neck and upper torso, leading to a quick loss of blood, and death. The only strange part about how Octavia looked, was the fact that, despite her numerous fatal wounds, she seemed to bare a slight smile across her face. With no apparent suspect, the officers were now on the lookout for her roommate, Vinyl Scratch. A witness confirmed to have seen her fleeing the scene only moments before the officers broke down the door. How she survived a fall from a fourth story window was unknown. Whether or not she is the murderer, she was the only pony who knew what happened.

She smirked at the fact she finally got to throw the argument out. Octavia didn't know what to be more startled by; the fact Vinyl actually did research, on her own mind you. Or the fact that it was a solid argument. Vinyl’s words left her sitting there with her hoof up, trying to find some form of retort.

Her words continued to echo in Vinyl’s head, even after she left the apartment. She almost wanted to tell her at that moment. To tell her the truth. Her little secret. Her unconscious thoughts brought her in front of the bathroom mirror. She stared blankly at the mirror, and Vinyl Scratch, the DJ pony from Manehattan stared back. Her purple shades reflected the ceiling light, giving the mirror a tinted glow. Vinyl closed her eyes, slowly removing her shades, placing them on the sink. She opened her eyes, locking eyes with her own reflection again. Pinkish red eyes brought back long-repressed memories. Those eyes in the mirror didn't belong to Vinyl, but to a mare who died long, long ago. The innocent eyes of the forgotten Melody Song peered onward from behind the mirror’s walls. How long had it been since she had seen those eyes? Since she lived a, peaceful life? How many centuries had she now hid herself, afraid of what the world would think? And how long had she lied to the pony she loved, afraid of losing another.

With a small light burning from her horn, Vinyl got an idea of the interior. The inside was just as bad as the outside. Graffiti littered the walls and broken floor from the floors above covered the ground. Nothing could be heard outside of the rain now rattling outside the building. It was at that moment Vinyl picked up on the familiar scent of blood, and the line of it leading away from the entrance. She followed the blood, leading up to the next floor. The trail was an obvious trap. It didn't take much of a pony biology expert to know no pony could bleed this much. This trail was most likely from many ponies. All of this to get Vinyl’s attention. And it was working. The level of senseless murdering of ponies made her angry. It didn't take her long to find her way to the fourth floor, and into a large room. Her light couldn't illuminate the much room, leaving a lot of it in darkness.

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