By Marcus L. Rowland
Harry watched, horrified, as the black-hooded creature sucked the unicorn's blood. Somehow it sensed his presence, looked up, and glided towards him. He knew that if it touched him he would be destroyed.
Suddenly a golden-haired figure slammed into the monster from the side, grabbed its head, and twisted. There was a loud "crack" and the creature crumbled to dust, a hideous spectral form rising from it and flying away.
"Oh you poor thing," she said, kneeling to examine the unicorn's wounds.
"That was amazing," said Harry, "you must be a vampire slayer."
"Half right, kid," said Harmony...