There was nothing that could be done before the fangs of the vampiric and dream-haunting Rarity sank themselves into the neck of the sleeping filly. The image of her nightmare drained her bit by bit and with every bit that was swallowed, there was something that happened. For each swallow destroyed a little bit of the dreamworld. It made parts become black or they got filled with a deep purple mist before everything got turned into nothing but the eternal darkness. A darkness one would love to escape from... but she was never allowed to do so. She had to suffer.