Description: So I wanted to try yet another Marshall and Fionna story. I figured that the way I usually write would nicely fit into a different type of narration, as in, from the perspective of our little vampire. And since the story basically is told by him, expect many innuendos and various other things. Rated M because of many things already present, as well as things that will come eventually.

Prologue

It was an evening like any other one could say. Dark, gloomy, the way I like it. For a being like myself, those nights were quite the delight. The shadows whisper all the pleasing melodies to my ears, soothing ones at that. Hardly anyone could hear them. Especially the not-so-bright souls in the land of Aaa. Perhaps it was me thinking low of them. Maybe a bit too harsh, from a perspective of someone that lived over a thousand years old. Or perhaps they deserved it one way or another. Yeah, that sounded much more plausible. The clock on the wall ticked back and forth to remind me of passing time. Passing time, hah, like I ever cared about that. Like that ever concerned me. And just as I were about to take a sip of red jui... I mean blood, that's when the doors opened, letting in the refreshing gust of wind. It was she, who else could I expect? Not that pink buffoon, that's for sure. When she entered, the whole room lightened up, almost as if everything in here shouted - 'what a sight, what a sight'. What a sight indeed. The girl in a bunny hat was always a delight in my home, always a pleasing sensation to follow around, to gaze after. Did she realized that. Well, it was hard not to notice the way I looked at her, that's for sure. Still, something troubled her this time around. Figures – she always came here when she was in dire need. In dire need of company? Nah, that would simply be too much to ask for, but I'd like to imagine it to be otherwise.

"Hello." She simply stated. Slick start for someone that was about to ask for help. "Nice to see you Marshall."

"Hello babe." I responded. She wanted to play games huh? Well, I can play along as well from the very start. "Nice to see you around."

"Yeah. Still, I'm not here to just talk, as much as I would like to."

"Well babe..." Not here to talk. Well, that was obvious from the very beginning. But, we were both on the right track with this one – talking with her wasn't on my mind either. At least not only. "...speak out, speak out."

She hesitated for a while. I like that. Hesitation means she came with something big. Something big would indicate that she was about to ask for a huge favor. And, a huge favor would indicate that the reward for it would be grand. I like grand rewards. Especially from those of such beauty. Just imagine, how much she could give.

"Cake went missing."

She finally spoke. So, it was about that little cat of hers. Or the one that lived with her? Same thing, hardly a difference. The little bag of fleas ran off somewhere and she wants my help to find it? Well, a reason good as any to spend some time around.

"She is just a cat after all." I said, as I tried to sound like I don't care. Why? Well, simple. I like the sound of she makes, trying to convince me. Trying to reach to my conscience. Trying to beg? Nah, that's not like her. "Cats tend to disappear for a while. So what?"

"No, not this time. She's gone for three days now. Way too long. Way too long dude..." She sighted just to put weight to her words. The way she manipulated her voice just to match the right pitch, just to make me interested. Charming. "So I'm worried. And I need help. I've searched everywhere. In every place she enjoys to go, in every place she likes to hide. Nothing."

"Have you tried, I don't know... asking around?"

"Yeah, obviously. No one knows, no one."

"Well my dear little Fionna..." That was my moment to shine. Perfectly crafted words and voila. And yes, crafted. Words are a craftsmanship as well after all. You can say when someone is just using them to spew nonsense, and when someone is using them to obtain more, to forge something perfectly refined. To find balance between each and every one of them and then... oh, who am I fooling. Smooth talk, to get this smooth babe. Nothing more, nothing less. "...perhaps it wasn't whom you asked, but how you did it, huh? You need slick words, for slick people. I know a thing or two about it."

"And you obviously know how to ask those questions, huh dude?"

"Well. If I didn't knew that, why I would say such a thing, right?" As I flicked my fingers, I've noticed that she followed my motion in full. Ha. So she felt in my little trap. Perfect. "So let's say I'll agree to help you. What's in it for me?"

"Well." She shrugged in the most delightful of ways, as to show both 'I don't care' and 'I'm all yours'. Or perhaps it was just what I wanted to see? Beats me. "And what would tangle the vampire's strings?"

"Many things."

"Well dude, thought you'd just do it for me."

She know the ways of persuasion obviously. She knew how to tangle the nerves without doing much. Well, she had obvious advantages in doing so, not that I would oppose. Was it the sweet voice that struck the deal? Or was it that delightful blink of those full, round eyes of hers? Perhaps the way she spoke. Nah. Who am I kidding, the way she leaned towards me and pressed her 'attributes' towards the desk was enough to make anyone in Aaa to dance how she played. Can't really blame myself for being one of them I guess. Pretty faces always find they way around guys like me. The fact that not only her face was pretty, also had something to do with it. So I'm not the most subtle type. Bite me. Or better yet – I'll bite you.

"Maybe I will. If you ask so nicely."

"I knew I could count on you." Well, who wouldn't agree on those terms, seeing that smile before him. Seeing that body before him. Oh, no, no, that wasn't a deal that anyone could shrug off. That wasn't a deal that one could say no too. Both to the deal and to those hips. "Thanks dude."

"So, any leads, any clues about what actually happened?"

"Not really. I mean, I asked around, I even asked Monochromicorn. No one knows a thing."

Well, when you live for so long as I do, you know that there's no such thing as nothing. There are some coincidences here and there obviously, but where coincidences end, a well forged plan appears. You just need to find the right route and follow it till the very end. Well, I know that sounds all fancy and smart, but it's just like that. The simplest solutions are the best ones. I like simplicity. Especially if simplicity will net some kind of profit. And she is quite the gain, I must say...

"I bet someone knows something babe." The way she gazed at me, oh she driven me crazy just by that single notion. Those big eyes, shimmering, craving for each word. Or, at least that's how I'd like to imagine it. Was it that way? Yeah, I can safely say it was. "Like I said, it's just the matter of asking the right questions. It's obvious that when you'll ask someone – do you know where she is, he will respond no. That's just the nature of it."

That answer satisfied her. At least I could read that from the look of her face. Obviously, that's not the only thing I would love to read from her. And obviously, that's not the only need I'd wish to satisfy in her. But, small steps, one at a time they say. Even if I'd like to skip some of them and get to the, should I say, more fulfilling part.

"Guess you're right dude."

"Of course I am." Once again she looked at me in awe. Great. All according to plan. "But tell me. Last time, where exactly did you saw her?"

"Well... she went off to the Candy Kingdom. To get some catnip."

"Oh, catnip, serious business."

"You're joking right?"

Of course I were. That should go without saying. Luckily the girl before me was the smart one, therefore she quickly caught the drift. Good, I hate to explain myself. That, and explaining a joke is never a good thing. Spoils the mood.

"So babe... Off we go. To Candy Kingdom and whatnot. There we'll find your cat. I mean, your friend."

So I flew off from my little spot. Time to shake those dusty bones once again. Time to pour some life into them. I love the irony of that statement. Still, her look was everything that I needed to keep me in motion. As I opened the door before her, I won't lie – I thought about that motion. Still, I bet it was a different one that was in her head. More thrusting one would I say. Crude joke, yeah I know. Works for me though.

"Thanks dude."

Some say that it's a simple curtsey to let the girl pass in the door frame. Some say it's a nice act, the one that separates a boy from a true gentleman. Well, I'll leave that to all the wise heads in their high places, deliberating about their little attentions. If someone would as me personally why I do it, the answer would be simple. To look. At what some would ask? Well, when you'd look at the shaking hips and her moving tights, you would quickly catch the subtle nature of this act. Or maybe not all that subtle? I don't know, I don't really care. We all have our little weaknesses. She is mine I guess. But, Glob, does she have the moves. Almost as if she did that on purpose to tease me. Maybe that was the case?