I Get What I Want
Marshall had never been the kind to wait for things. It wasn't that he didn't have patience; he just didn't use it to wait. For ANYTHING. Because damn waiting, he was the King of the Vampires. Sure he has the time to wait, he has time for anything. But screw that, Marshall Lee wants it NOW. And right this instant, Marshall wants Fionna. Bad.
It had only been a short time ago that Fionna was that innocent little pipsqueak he picked on and occasionally hung out with. But now…now she was a woman. Fionna, his Fi, was a woman. She was nearly twenty years old! When had that happened? Gone was the cute little girl that tugged at his shirt and stuck her tongue out at him. She held her head high and was proud of who she was.
Marshall had no real recollection of a gradual change. She was a youngster one day, and an attractive woman the next. He was beside himself. He took one look at Fionna in her newfound glory and decided he wanted her. She was a vision of perfection, and she had always been his friend, the perfect companion. Even if that butt Gumball seemed to steal her attention most days, Marshall wasn't exactly a shy guy. When he brought the charm, the ladies lined up. That's what being the Vampire King was all about.
But even working his charms would take too long. Fionna was used to him and his games. No, this was going to have to be different. After a couple days musing to himself, Marshall made up his mind. He would go and snatch up his Fionna, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it.
So here he was, just floating outside the window of her tree house, the one he had lived in so long ago. Marshall had floated under his old tattered umbrella for probably an hour, waiting for Cake to leave and visit her precious Lord Monochromicorn. Like clockwork, he watched her leave and decided it was time to spring. Levering the window open, Marshall drifted into the kitchen where Fionna sat. She looked up nonchalantly at him.
"Hey Marshall. What's up?" She looked bored. Perfect. She probably wouldn't even resist…much.
"I'm kidnapping you." He said it plainly, holding up the brown burlap sack he had brought. She looked at him and giggled, raising an eyebrow at him.
"No, but seriously Marshall. What-" She couldn't finish her sentence, as he had thrown the bag over her head and bundled her up. With hardly an effort he hoisted her over his shoulder and went to the window. The sun had set, and he floated to the window, his parcel struggling and kicking with more confusion than anger.
"Seriously Fi, I'm kidnapping you. How cool is that?" He cackled a little, and then soared into the twilight of the new night.
Ignoring the cries of indignation and the little kicks and jabs that came from the bag, Marshall continued to his quiet little house. Landing on the deck with a little thump, the Vampire King opened his door and proceeded inside. Once he had closed the door and locked it, he dumped the contents of his bag onto the carpet.
Fionna was a sight to see. The ride had not been good to her, and she was quite the mess. Her hair sticking out at odd angles from beneath her hat, she looked as if she had just…well…been dragged halfway across Ooo in a bag. She frowned at Marshall, a look of irritation spreading across her face. Clearly, this was not how the adventuress had planned to spend her evening.
"Marshall! What the hell? If you wanted me to come to your house and hang, you could have asked! Or called, you wouldn't have even had to leave the house!" She is miffed, and Marshall Lee does what he always does: Plays it cool.
"Come on Fi, how lame would that have been? Besides, if you'd have said no I'd have to drag you back here anyways, so we skipped a maybe step. But we're here now, so just cool it." He hovered over to her, and gently tweaked her ear. She still looked irritated, but Marshall wasn't about to give up on her. He was determined to have her.
"Look Marshall…it's not that I don't want to hang out with you. I'd just rather have a choice on how I get over here." Her annoyance was dwindling, and she seemed to have already forgiven him for at least part of his deeds.
"Well," Marshall replied slyly, "I'm the King, aren't I? And the King does what he wants, and gets what he wants." He smirks at her with this, and she throws him a pouty face. Finally getting up off the floor, she walks up to him and looks straight into his deep red eyes.
"Marshall Lee. I am NOT anyone's plaything! It's not happening. I kinda wanted to hang out with you at first, but now I don't just cuz you said that!" With a sigh she throws her shoulders back and marches over to the door. Finding it locked and not understanding how she can't unlock it from the inside, she storms off to the window and tries this. She fails. After several attempts, she looks back to Marshall. He hasn't moved, but has instead picked up a bass and has begun strumming. With a sigh she returns to his side and plops down.
"You done?" It's more of a statement than a question, but Marshall lets it sound like he's asking for her benefit. She lets out a little sigh of resignation, and leans her head on his shoulder. He flushes a bit, and tries to hide his obvious delight.
"Yeah, I'm done. I'll bite, let's hang dude." She looks up at him, and he shoots her a little smile. After a moment or two, she returns it.