"Just what are you, 'darling'..?" she spoke in a soft tone to herself. Yet her eyes just stared to the world visible through her windows. "...What is it that you truly are? One of the demons..?" Through the strain of thought it was the fear for both Rarity and vamponies alike that became ever more present and slowly turned into a phobia of the pegasus. A phobia that would have dominated her life from the night on and was created in mare seconds. Yet the seeds had been planted hours ago during their last meeting. "The stories were never stories or rumors then," she added.