Then she walked up to a desk with the cabinet beneath it. Like a hunter who kept its eyes on the prey, Rarity kept hers on a small sample glass. One that was sealed off from the air and held the precious cargo. A slice of pure, vampiric flesh. "So we meet once again, don't we?" the mare spoke up before she looked to her very own flesh. With a huff she charged up her horn with the intention to destroy it. Yet there was something that prevented her from doing so.