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Title: The Hardest Lesson
Summary: Marceline's first month after becoming a vampire is... difficult.
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Marcy would just like to say that everything is going to be okay.
Well, actually, what she'd really like is for someone to tell her that everything is going to be okay, but she can't afford the luxury of human company right now.
But that's okay. Everything's going to be okay. This'll all get better soon.
She'd been hopeful that the demon blood would have counteracted the turning, but she'd known deep down that it wouldn't work that way. Thanks, dad. You could've given her some advice, or some cooler powers besides soul-sucking, but no. You had to play it cheap. You had to leave her hanging.
Whatever. Moving on.
There's more than one way to cure a vampire... she hoped.
No! Marceline shook herself. Happy thoughts, Marcy. We'll fix this.
Right. She didn't survive this long just to end up a stinkin' vampire. The Vampire King had another thing coming if he thought she was going to bow her head and accept this without a fight.
Okay, optimism aside, there was only two real ways to go about this. Magic... or sunlight.
(She's not above admitting that she's too scared to stake herself. Happy now, world?)
Marceline tended to avoid magic- too unstable after the bombs, if you ask her- and the sun was just beginning to rise.
She swallowed, took a deep breath, and carefully hid her guitar behind some bushes. The thought of leaving the instrument behind to the elements was more horrifying than walking into the sunlight as a newly made vampire. What? Marcy has her priorities perfectly in order, thank you very much.
"Okay, Marcy. You can do this. It's for the best." She hovered, mid-air, on the edge of the treeline, the shadows blanketing her against the newly discovered evils of the sun, of which there was plenty in the open field stretched out in front of her. "Do it for the humans."
Why bother? A voice that sounded eerily like her father's said. You're not human. You're a demon.
Not true. Half-human still counts, as far as she's concerned.
Okay, so she's a little scared of the sunlight right now, too. Which is a bit ironic, considering she used to yearn for it to escape night-time predators. (She always was technically a predator, but she sympathized more with humans more than the other half of her family). As far as Marceline is concerned, she's actually one of the nicer vampire hunters. Some of them actually tie vampires up- to trees, or to the ground, or to a religious sacrificial table of one variety or other- and leave them for the sunrise. A stake takes a second. Sunlight takes a full minute, at least.
But that's okay. She's lived a pretty good- albeit short- life. It's over. She's had her time. Insert more cliche sayings here.
Marceline slowly puts her shaking hand into the sun. It blistered and rashes almost immediately. She shrieks and yanks it back into the welcoming shadows. It heals as quickly as it was hurt. Thank goodness for sister Moon's soul.
"Ugh." Marcy puts her head in her hands with a groan. "I'm such a coward."
She can't bring herself to stick her body into the sunlight either, then. Fine. But she's not going to be some crazed blood drinker. She hunts crazed blood drinkers.
Magic it is, then. Retrieving her guitar- she's incredibly happy she didn't have to leave it next to a pile of ashes-, Marceline starts the long, slow float to the nearest city, and hopefully the nearest witch or wizard.
She's got time. Technically, she's got until someone stakes her. Eternity.
She's going to make this right.
It's going be okay.
Author's Note: Hello, new fandom!
I just finished some stories, so I thought it would be safe to finally write and post this one. It's a short one- six chapters, at most- so it won't take too much time. Gotta warn ya'll- I don't know all of the lore involved with Adventure Time. If I get something wrong, don't be afraid to correct me. =)
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