The Immortal Bond
From the P.O.V of Marceline the Vampire Queen(:
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I was lying on my back in the middle of my living room facing the ceiling. I was looking at pictures from way before the Mushroom War. It was funny how they were all of me and my best vampire friend Marshall Lee the Vampire King. It's been 7 years since I saw him last. I miss him so much. I put down a picture of sometime after my 8th birthday when Marshall Lee gave me my axe-bass. I smiled when I picked up the next picture. It was when I was 5 and he was 6. We were playing with our favorite teddy bears.
*Flashback*
I was walking with Marshall Lee on the sidewalk of our neighborhood. It was just a normal neighborhood where we lived. It had vampires, wizards, a family of cats with, a family of dogs, and bubblegum people. We were walking to our favorite place in the world. This was underneath the only apple tree next to the only strawberry bush. We would play with each other all day, we would play with our teddy bears together, and we would talk, and laugh, and sing, and play our axe-bases together underneath that tree.
"How's Hambo?" Marshall asked me
"Oh just fine Marshy, how's Hamba?" I snickered
"She's pretty okay. What's so funny Marcy?"
"Your teddy bears' name is Hamba, it sounds funny."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't hate on her. Actually, Hamba has something to confess…"
"Actually, Hambo, has something to confess too… Let Hamba go first." I laughed again. Marshall put Hamba to his ear, and nodded his head.
"Hamba would like to confess that she has had feelings for Hambo ever since they met, and Hamba has never felt this way to any stuffed toy in her life before. She likes Hambo a lot, she wishes that Hambo would spend more time with her. Hamba wishes that she could spend the rest of her life with Hambo." Marshall Lee said. He looked at me and I had a look of disgust on my face. "Marcy! Don't treat Hamba like that!"
"I'm sorry Marshy, but it's disgusting how this love thing goes on." I said "But Hambo would like to confess something too." I put Hambo to my ear and listened to what he has to say: Tell Hamba that I feel the exact same way, and that I want her to be my girlfriend… I almost threw up. It was so disgusting. But I did it for the sake of my best teddy bear's feelings. "Hambo feels the same way to Hamba, and that he would like Hamba to be his girlfriend."
"I think that Hamba likes that idea very much." Marshall said.
"This is so disgusting Marshall. Promise me something."
"Yeah Marcy, what's up?"
"Promise me that we will never end up in this icky love junk stuff." I said sticking out my pinky. Marshall just looks at my pinky. He looks like he's going to take it in his face, but really he isn't letting his pinky promise with mines. "Well are you going to pinky promise me?"
Marshall lets out a big sigh "W-well Marce…"
"Well what Marsh?" He then wraps his pinky around mines and says "I promise Marcy."
*End of Flashback*
I smile to myself as I put down that picture. I pick up another picture. It's me and Marshall underneath our favorite spot, but there are no strawberries on them, and the apple tree is bare. Seeing this one breaks my heart a little bit. I'm 10 years old, and he's 11. I'm wearing a red v-neck, black skinny jeans, and my old dirty, ripped red Converse. He's wearing his red plaid shirt, blue jeans, and red-brown old Converse. We're sitting down side-by-side at the stump of the tree. I had my axe-bass he given me for my 8th birthday in my left hand, I was raising it to show it off, my right hand had the rock sign out, and my tongue was out. Marshall Lee had his cheeks puffed out and he put up a rock sign. I laughed a little when I saw this picture. But inside I was broken.
*Flashback*
Marshall and I sat at the stump of our favorite tree, which was bare. It was during the fall. I was admiring the axe-bass in my hands that Marshall gave me for my 8th birthday.
"Hey! Let me get a picture of you two!" My mom said.
"Mom! You know I hate pictures!" I blushed
"Lemme, just take 1! I promise!" I agreed with my Mom. I stuck out and raised my left hand which had my axe-bass in it, I showed a rock sign in my right and I stuck out my tongue. Marshall puffed up his cheeks and did a rock sign too in his right hand. My mom took it, and went away.
"You really like it don't you? You're axe-bass" Marshall says
"No, I don't like it." I said plainly
"Really?" Marshall says sounding hurt. I look at him as if I hurt his feelings really bad. I look into his deep brown eyes, and he looks into my light brown eyes.
"I don't like it, because I LOVE IT. I love it with all my heart Marsh! But there's one small problem."
"Oh dang, what is it?"
"I don't know how to play." I lied, I really know how to play, I just... I don't know. There's just something about him that makes my heart race.
"Here, let me teach you." He put his left arm around me, so he moved and kneeled beside me. He put his fingers on top my fingers in the spot of the places to play the notes of Sally's Song from The Nightmare before Christmas. This was our favorite movie, and he knows that Sally's Song is my favorite song. He put his right arm around my right arm, grabbed my hand and taught me how to strum. Each note he played with me, I sang.
I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
He loosens his grip on my hands. I look at him. He looks at me. Our faces just a couple inches apart.
"You didn't need my help… D-did you…?" Marshall questioned
"How can you tell?"
"Because you played so beautifully, it usually takes someone who's been playing a long time play that well."
"Well, I did take a couple lessons, but I stopped because the teacher said I didn't need them."
"So why did you say you didn't know how to play?" Marshall questioned me
"Because…umm, because… I didn't know how to play that song." I took a quick glance at his lips. His face leaned into mine and he closed his eyes. I didn't know what to do. My right hand slipped from his and it strummed notes that didn't sound to pretty. He opened his eyes and realized what he did. He looked down and got up; he stuck his hand out to me. I grabbed it and he pulled me up.
"Look Marce. I need to tell you something." He was still holding my right hand
"Marsh, I have to go. It's getting late." I said… it was actually getting really late. I started walking away.
He pulled me back, he put his left hand on my right cheek and I closed my hand. I raised my left hand and put it on top of his. I felt my face succumb to the pink that raced across my face. "Marce, remember that day 5 or 6 years ago, when Hamba told Hambo she really likes him? Well that's how I feel to you. When I made you that promise, I was tentative; I kinda had a thing for you back then. I still do."
"Marsh, I really have to go."
"No you don't. You just wanna get away from me. Look at me Marceline." I looked at him "Why are you scared?" Just like that, he kissed me. I closed my eyes, and kissed him back. When he kissed me, I couldn't explain it. It was the happiest moment of my life. I dropped my axe-bass and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist. When he kissed me, it was little explosions of happiness on our lips. I can't really explain. It was the best first kiss ever. When we broke off. I only looked for his lips again, but couldn't find them and released a breath.
"I'm scared because I didn't want to break my promise."
"Don't be Marcy. Because we just did…"
I bit my lip and said "Well, yes."
"Yes to what?"
"Remember when Hambo asked Hamba to be his girlfriend? That's my answer if you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend." Marshall Lee's eyes widened. He picked me up and spun me. We hugged. This was the happiest moment of my life.
*End of Flashback*
I started to cry when the flashback ended. I put the picture to my lips and I kissed it. I started to cry harder, I started crying so hard I started hiccupping. I know I don't have a heart, but I could feel it break.
*Continuation of Flashback*
It was around 6, and it was sunset. We were walking hand in hand when we got to Marshall's house. There was a sold sign on the for sale sign in Marshall's lawn. I looked at it wide-eyed.
"Marshall, WHAT IS THAT?" I dropped my axe-bass pointing at the sign.
"I don't know Marceline…Let's go find out." He picked up my bass and we walked into his house.
"Mom? Dad?" Marsh said
"Yeah Marsh? What's up?"
"WHY ARE YOU GUYS MOVING?" I screamed out
Marshall's Mom puts her hand on my shoulder, but I shook it off. My action made Marshall's Mom flinch her arm away from me "M-Marceline, darling, we have to. Marshall's dad got a new job."
"Where are you moving?" I said holding in my tears not looking her in the eye
"To the Land of Aaa" Marshall's mom said
"The Land of Aaa…? THAT'S A WHOLE CITY AWAY!" I screamed at Marshall's Mom and started crying. Marshall started hugging me.
"When are we moving Mom?" Marshall said for me
"Tomorrow night dearie." I didn't hear anything else for my crying was the only thing I heard in the house.
"I had you for 1 day" I sniffled "And you're leaving me." I said over Marshall's shoulder, since he was only ½ an inch taller than me.
"Don't worry Marce. I'm not leaving you, I'm always with you." Marshall whispered in my ear "I won't forget you."
"I won't forget you either."
"Spend the night with me?" He asks me. I pull apart from our hug.
"No, you spend the night with me." I smiled, grabbed his hand and ran toward my house without Marshall's parents' permission. With that, I dragged him to my house and ran straight into my room.
"Marshall, sit." I pointed to my bed. I floated to my closet and floated so I could reach the top rack of my closet. I open my keepsake box and I take Hambo out. I floated back down to the floor and I kissed Hambo on his head and gave him the biggest hug ever. I turn to Marshall, and extend my hand with Hambo to him. He looked at me wide-eyed. He just shook his head and looked down. I lifted his chin to make his tear-filling eyes level with mine and I kissed him. That set off the little explosions of happiness on our lips again and I put Hambo in his hands and I released my lips from his.
"I want you to have him, to remember me by." I said.
"Wait here…" Marshall said, and he went to my window and opened it. He floated to his bedroom window and opened it. I sat on my bed with my legs to my torso and I waited. It seemed like forever when it was only 3 minutes. He came back with no other than Hamba in his hands.
"I want you to have her, to remember me by." He said. I took Hamba, and I hugged it. It smelled like cherries, Marshall's favorite fruit. We scooted to my pillows and rested out heads there and talked the night away.
"Marshall Lee, goodnight" I said when I was about done talking and my eyes were heavy with drowsiness.
"Marceline, goodnight to you too. Sweet dreams my dear queen." He kissed my forehead.
"I love you." I said as tears escaped my eyes
"I love you more." He said as he wiped my tears from my eyes. He wrapped his arms around me, and we fell sound asleep with his arms around me, and his protection and his comforting coldness around me.
*End of Flashback*
I put the picture on top of my heart and I felt it break a little bit more. I raised my left hand and got an idea. I reached for the emergency cutting knife from underneath the couch and I grabbed it. I raised my left hand so it was in front of my face. I took the knife and cut a simple M in the squishy part of my palm that was near my thumb. Then next to the M I cut an L next to it. I squeezed it so the blood flowed out. I watched as a think black liquid dripped down my arm. I put my arm down and let the blood seep into the carpet. The pain didn't even overcome the pain that was coming from my heart. I lifted the knife again, I placed over the bottom my stomach, near my bellybutton I began to press down into my skin when there was a knock on the door.
"Marceline! Marceline are you in there?" the voice said. It didn't sound familiar. But it was a male.
So I said "GO AWAY. I'm not having visitors today!" I looked at my left hand, it stopped bleeding, and the ML I cut, was now a scar. I smiled to my accomplishment. I pressed the knife into the bottom of my stomach and made a line. It hurt, I groaned with pain.
"Marceline! Open this damn door!" the voice said again "I smell blood! Open the damn door! "
"I said I wasn't taking any visitors! Come back another day!" my left hand went to the cut I made. I didn't realize how bad it was until I realized when I lifted my hand and it was covered all in blood. I tried putting pressure on it but the cut was longer than I expected it to be. It hurt when I pressed down so I groaned even louder in pain. This hurt more than my heart so I started crying again scared if my blood will drain and I will die… for good. I lifted my head to see that from my bellybutton down and all around me, everything was drenched in my thick black vampire blood. The cut wasn't thick, but it bled a lot. Like ALOT. I cried even louder at the sight. I was really scared.
"Marceline! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW!" the male voice said again and started pounding and kicking the door
I couldn't yell back, the pain on my stomach was too unbearable to take. I couldn't speak. I could only whimper in pain.
"H-help m-me... I-I'm in pain, h-help m-me..." I whimpered
"What did you Marceline? GET OFF YOUR ASS AND OPEN THIS DOOR.!" the booming voice said
"I c-can't." I stuttered, I started making choppy, short breaths "H-help me, p-p-please. I-I'm in p-p-pain". I took another short, choppy breath. I raised my hands higher to see that it was only covered in blood and I couldn't see my skin.
With that, my eyes closed and the door fell to the ground before I could see who the visitor was. I could still hear and feel what was happening around me.
"H-help m-me..." I tried to continue saying something, but I couldn't. My body was engulfed in pain and I couldn't speak, my hands were shaking.
"What the fuck did you do to yourself Marcy?" the voice said with concern. Then the person rushed to my side. He lifted my head and put it on his lap. He took the knife out of my hand and cut my shirt off of me. I was at home so I wasn't wearing a bra. So my chest was bare. "Oh shit Marcy, what did you do to yourself?" he took his jacket or something off and tossed it aside. He took his shirt off next and he wrapped it over the cut I made. He used my ripped shirt to wipe off all the excess blood on me. He carefully laid my head down on the floor and he peeled off his shirt over my cut and he licked my cut closed. The cold relief from his tongue on my fire-enraged cut felt good. I could still feel that my blood was still flowing, one lick didn't do it. He just licked up the blood, he didn't close it. From the start of the cut he slowly licked it until it closed. He lifted my head back onto his lap. He bent down and started begging
"Please be ok, please be ok, please be ok..." before I could say anything, I felt his lips on mine. My hand went to my lips and I could still feel the little explosions of happiness on my lips. Only one person could give that sensation to me. He broke away from me and we both opened our eyes. I saw his deep brown eyes that I've been waiting for 10 years to see. After 10 years of waiting, after buckets of tears have been spilt, the person I've been waiting for has come. And his face was right above mine.
Marshall Lee the Vampire King has finally returned to me.
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