The unicorn mare allowed her body to drop itself on one of the two maroon red colored chairs and with her hind legs being tucked against her body ever so gently. She then closed her eyes in an attempt to get some much needed rest. Her home was clean again, with the exception of the blood stains that could still be found upon the sofa. She managed to get rid of the body and most importantly: she convinced herself for not being a vampony. With the storm still raging over the world outside, it was the rain that ticked against the window and the roaring rolls of thunder that made her feel utmost uncomfortable. The mare always had been scared for weather like that at night. It truly was a fear from her foalhood where she never had grown over. Rarity tried to calm herself down by humming calm tunes to herself but such a thing was easier said than actually done.