Chapter 1

Finn struggled, trying to break free from the vampire's deathly grasp. She had NO right to vilate him in such a way, and he would sooner fall dead than let the queen take her prize.

"Cut it out, Marceline! Seriously, this isn't funny!"

Marceline laughed in a sinister tone, continuing to tighten her hold on the boy.

"Geez, calm down, nutbag! I just want to see what you look like without it. No stop squirming!"

Against the boy's better judgement, Marceline torn the white hat from the helpless boy's head. Her eyes grew wide with excitement, and she began to giggle at the blonde tuff of hair behind it. Finn turned bright red, trying to hide it behind his sweaty palms.

"I know, I know. It looks ridiculous. You don't have to rub it in my face."

Marceline playfully slapped the boy's cheek with his stolen hat. Finn pulled a hand down from his forehead and rubbed it, glarring at her in frustration. She giggled again and pulled his hands away.

"Relax, Finn."

She gently pressed her chilling lips against his blooming cheek, leaving a slight pale imprint.

"You look cute."

Finn stood there, his whole body paralyzed by shock of her advance. Did Marceline just…kiss him? And even more intriging to him: did she just call him cute? She had done so before, but it had always felt different. It had always seemed more of a jest than as if she was actually serious about the manner. Yet, this time…this time…

Marceline took a swing at his arm.

"What's gotcha there, day dreamer? Are we going pixie slaying, or are you just gonna sit there like a lump all day?"

Finn fell back down to the ground and shook his head, trying to clear his mind. What the heck was he thinking? The undead girl was just messing with his head again. For some reason, despite the numerous times she had pulled it in the past, Finn still continued to fall for it. Why did this girl love to mess with him so much? Why was she so persistant on driving him to the edge of insanity?

""Huh…NO!"

Finn snatched his hat back from her the cold grip of her hands and retied it around his head.

" Now let's go slay some pixies!"

Jake watched their exchange from afar. He felt nearly sick with pain, and he could no longer feel the beat of his own heart. It was broken. His own buddy- his best friend- had lied to him. Jake had never slayen Marceline that day. No, instead Finn had saved her. He had rescued the damned beast. And now… now he had the audacity to go behind his own brother's back to be with her.

Jake turned away from the scene. He couldn't bare to watch it. He couldn't bare to see the meloncoly of betrayal that was so eagarly laid out before him. SO he walked away from that bush. With every step he could feel the heat of black vile brew beneath him. Now, more than ever , he wanted to see Marceline dead before his own eyes. He wanted to see her screaming for mercy at his very foot, begging for help. And he knew just the person for the job.