He then considered the pony he had fought, the one that had basically robbed him of his blood. She had kept up with him easily and had been much more powerful than her fellows. Evidently blood gave the vamponies a power boost, which only raised more questions. Why didn’t all of them drink blood before engaging in the fight? ‘Maybe it was just your blood that did that…’ He didn’t like that thought. It meant he had something the vampires wanted that they couldn’t get elsewhere. Fortunately for him, and he licked his lips at the thought, the position was mutually held.