The mind of Rarity crawled back slow and steady towards a state that could be considered primal and vampiric. She would have descended from the hill in silence and with care in her hooves. The unicorn went even further downhill and into the direction of the wagon instead of the town. But Rarity just couldn't get over her grudges with the other pony. She had a score to settle and the price to be paid would be done in blood. A price none wished to pay for it.