A rustling, all that you could hear. Finn had awoken in the middle of the night having heard unfamiliar sounds in the treehouse. He glanced over to Jake; soundly sleeping. "Hmm", Finn was perplexed. He made as if to spring out of bed when a small yellow-furred hand was placed firmly on his chest. Was Jake up? "I heard it too bro. Whatevs it may be, best not make too much noise. Sneak attack man." Finn nodded, good to have an older brother around. Hero or not, he was one to rush. They slowly slipped out of bed and walked to the ladder leading downstairs. Whoever was there seemed to be at the bottom, contemplating going up. Standing on opposite ends of the ladder's hole they held up fingers, counting down to one. Three, Finn was nervous. Two, who would even think to break into THEIR home? ONE! They launched, the figure slumped to the ground. A faint hissing could be heard, almost snake like. "Whattaya doing in our treehouse", Finn yelled. "Yeah, this be our home," Jake held the intruder, firmly wrapping it in his arms as he stretch his free hand towards a light switch. The sudden light was blinding yet it soon revealed who the intruder was, so shocking that the pair had to announce it in unison. "Marceline?!"
"Yes, you dweebs it's me!", she quickly found her strength and shoved the brothers off. "I didn't want to wake you guys just so I could crash." Her irritation at being suprised swiftly faded into a sly grin, "I usually don't." Finn blushed but held his composure. Why did the Vampire Queen need a place to crash? She took whatever it was she desired, at any given time. "Um, Marcy-", "Look guys, it's almost sun-up and I'm exhausted. No time for witty quips, let' just talk tomorrow night" She floated towards the bedroom with uncharacteristic clumsiness. Finn almost followed her, that is until he heard the familiar sizzle of bacon in a pan. "Makin' pancakes -yawn-, makin' bac...zzzzzzz," Jake was falling asleep at the stove. Finn walked towards the kitchen to ensure that his best friend didn't fry to death. He caught a glimpse of the sky, she was right, almost sun-up. Coming there at this time must have been risky for the Vampire Queen. Something was wrong, but Finn would have to wait until night fall to find out just what.
He had almost forgotten, almost. That was until she came downstairs, asking for- no, demanding shades of red. A few strawberries, an apple, and some jam that was left a nice shade of blue (it was purple beforehand). She seemed satisfied enough to coax into talking. "Yo Marcy, what was with last night," Jake was forward with his questioning. It was all too bizarre, Finn was glad he wasn't pussyfooting around. She sighed and looked so much older in that moment. "You know, there are a thousand things I could say. A million lies I could tell right now. I'm old guys, a thousand years, but somehow I'm scared." There was a silence thick enough to cut and bleed out dry. "For days now, DAYS, I've been smelling her. Almost as if she's here to haunt me until I drive myself insane." The two brothers exchanged glances. What was she talking about? Marceline never hung out with other women, there was actually very little known about her past. Fear on her face was just as unfamiliar. Was she feeling lonely, rejected, judged? She was never this open, why now? Was this about Bubblegum? Finn felt it his duty to reassure his friend. "Marcie, what are you takling about about," he was thoroughly confused. "You're a radical dame!You can kick massive butt, shapeshift! A regular beast!" "Yea Marcie, radical heh-heh," Jake joined in on his brother's pep talk. They dance around the kitchen when suddenly Jake stopped cold. Finn soon followed suit, turning towards the vampire queen and realizing her face was bright red. Was she embarrassed? "Uhh, Marceline," Jake stepped forward, "You okay?" BAM, her fist struck the table, her breath coming in short burst, as if she hadn't been breathing. The brother saw a look about her eyes, she didn't look entirely sane in that moment. "A BEAST?!," she roared the words out, burning hot with the feeling of something unspoken of in years.
Her form began to shift, hide bristling, eyes aflame, her voice melted away losing its melodic quality. Demonic. "I'm a beast huh?! Always just a beast with no sort of room for emotion," flinging the table to the side she pounded her fist against the walls of the kitchen, tearing an only just happy home asunder. "I can't have any sort of issue because I am a monster! I used to have friends, I used to have a family! That can ALWAYS come crashing back into your world, tormenting you! Even hundreds of years later the memories will let you know what you can NEVER have back," her chest heaved violently, and in that moment, since their first meeting, Finn was terrified of her. He looked down and realized Jake had positioned himself in front of him. Hair on end, shaking from fear, his brother stood growling, foaming slightly at the mouth. The only solace Finn had grabbed from the situation was that Marceline seemed to be rapidly tiring out. She huffed and griitted her teeth, but thankfully she shrank back down, normal once again. "They say scent is -huff- is the strongest sense -huff- linked to memory," the vampire was still shaking but seemed to have regained some control. "I can smell her everywhere, it's like someone's trying to drive me off the edge. Why guys? Why was I the only one who survi-", ARF! She had taken a small stepped forward, both her and Finn realizing that, while she calmed down, Jake hadn't. They both jerked back. He lundged at her, barely missing her legs and growing bigger himself by the second. She looked around at the kitchen, seemingly noticing the destruction for the first time.
The next three minutes were a flash in Finn"s mind. Jake snarling, rabid-like, charging at the vampire queen. Her dodging clumsily, kncking down what litle dishes and trinket were left in the cabinets and counter tops. Finn grappling with his brother, somehow knowing Marceline was no real threat. Then him calling her name as she flew out the window as fast as her body would allow.