Day All Hallows Eve in Canterlot High
>Another year, another Halloween.
>What's not to love?
>Candy, skimpy and/or creative costumes, parties, and all the freedom to wander at night a teenager could want.
>Your parents insisted you go out with your friends while they stayed behind handing out candy to trick-or-treaters.
>They haven't arrived, so you figure you may as well search them out in the dark streets and snag some candy on the way.
>They're probably in the vicinity of Pinks' house a little ways away.
>With your trusty whip in one hand and a bottle of Holy Water in the other, you set out to find them.
>Be Simon Beaniemont.
>It's a dark night, filled with fiends. As perfect a night as there ever will be for the resurrection and downfall of Lord Dracula.
>You grip your whip tighter.
>You must be ready for his minions.
>"Yo, Norman!"
>Nay, you are Simon of the Beaniemont family of vampire killers!
>"Bradical outfit, bro. You look like an 18th century Indiana Jones."
>Dammit Brad, don't you have any sense of wonder and imagination?
>Band boy had his hair slicked back and was wearing some rectangular shades. His shirt was a purple button-up that was open at the top.
>It looks like he was aiming for Johnny Gat.
>Not too shabby. He can pull off the looks.
"Hey Brad. Have you seen the rest of the gang?"
>"Yeah, they're not far from here. They said they're headed to Sugar Cube Corner or something. I told them I'll catch up later. I'm prowling these mean streets for good treats, ya know?"
>You nod as you eyeball his half-full pillowcase.
>"Well, gotta hurry if I want the good stuff. Catch you at SCC."
>He pats you on the shoulder and hurries off.
>Looks like you have your destination set.
>Wonder what the others are dressed as...
>Hell, you wonder what Nolan thinks of that costume...
 
>Not much later, you find yourself treading a particularly dark street.
>No cars. No people. Not even a stray cat meandering about.
>Spooky.
>Oh well, it's shortcut, and you won't be here long.
>"HALT!"
>You freeze and grip your whip, not daring to make the first move lest you be left open to the enemy.
"Show yourself, fiend of the night!"
>"A bold accusation, herr Norman...Or should I say...Simon?"
>Out of the shadows steps a lone figure.
>Dressed in an ornate cape and very noble clothes stands your arch nemesis.
>Dracula.
>Or...Aryanne dressed as Dracula.
>You knew this moment would come. You just didn't think it'd be so soon.
"Dracula! I knew we'd meet tonight! Under the pale light of the full moon, you shall meet your end!"
>"Ohoho~ Someone is looking for a fight tonight~ Sehr gut. I was hoping to enjoy myself."
>She gives you a wry smile that sends a shiver down your spine.
"Have at you, demon!"
>You charge forward and attempt to ensnare the she-vampire with your whip.
>However, she is too fast, and in a flash of her cape, she's gone.
>You recoil your whip as it starts to fall limply to the ground.
>She seems to have really disappeared...
"...H-hello?"
"...Aryanne? ...Dracula?"
>She really was gone. What was that about?
>You can feel the tension in the air. She's watching.
>This isn't over...
>But for now, you better hurry to Sugarcube Corner.
[STOPPING POINT]