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IF YOU HAVEN'T READ RESCUE...please read it, for your own good (it's only 13 chapters, 33,949 words), OR take the easy way out and PM me for a summary.

IF YOU HAVE READ RESCUE...thank you for all your wonderful support, and I hope we keep seeing more of each other as Unholy goes on! I couldn't believe how many of you said you couldn't wait for this! I have never had such wonderful feedback in my life...and that means a lot to me.

Oh yah and if you can overdose on fluff…I'm afraid you might at the end of this chapter. I am not responsible for any fluff-related deaths caused when you imagine the scene I am speaking of…the scene reminds me of the song My Heart by Paramore :3

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Chapter 1: Heartbeats

Finn (his wounds healed with the help of magical cyclops tears) was playing Ninja Duels on BMO against Jake (totally winning, by the way) when Marceline floated in, a seriously murderous expression on her face. Finn felt an involuntary gulp rise in his throat and set down the controller, right as Jake accidentally killed himself.

It had been a week since the...ahem...incident in the arena. Finn and Marceline hadn't seen each other since they'd gone their separate ways. Actually, Finn had been flat-out avoiding his vampire friend—and the talk he knew was bound to happen. And now she looked seriously peeved, which suggested the she knew exactly what he had been avoiding. Finn bit his lip. He was, in all honesty, terrified. He knew that he definitely felt something powerful for the vampire; something more than friendship. But what if she had simply been caught up in the moment when they'd kissed? Finn knew that he wouldn't be able to bear it if she rejected him. It would be Bubblegum all over again...only worse, because this was no princess. This was Marceline the Vampire Queen he had fallen for, and she held his swiftly beating heart cupped in her hands. Maybe she didn't know it...but she did.

"I'm gonna go grab me a schnack," Jake said awkwardly, hopping off of the couch and carrying BMO out of the room. Marceline crossed her arms, floating indignantly in front of Finn.

"You've been avoiding me," she said flatly. This wasn't a very good way to begin a conversation…especially this conversation.

"I know, but—"

"For crying out loud Finn, we kissed! Refusing to talk in front of Jake and Bubblegum, okay I get that, but not coming and talking to me? Dodging my calls? Hiding when I came to look for you? Did that kiss mean nothing to you?" Finn sat there, openmouthed. Marceline...she didn't think of him as a friend anymore. He was relieved, but also terrified. He had made a huge mistake. "And for an entire week! A week, Finn! The first couple of days, I wondered if it was just your nerves. The next couple I was getting worried, then scared. But now I'm beyond terrified, and I'm furious," she stuck a finger in his chest, "all because of you," Finn was in shock. He had...scared the vampire who couldn't be scared? How? "What is it, huh? Is it...is it my attitude? Huh? Am I just too me for you or something?" Finn tried to shake his head, but it wouldn't move. "Is it my looks? Am I not pretty enough? Is it because I'm not pink and perfect or young and fiery?" he tried to tell her that she was beautiful, but his mouth wouldn't work. "Or is it just because I'm a vampire? You don't dig the whole 'undead' thing?" she was growling. "Well that's just plain racist. I used to be human, you know," Finn tried to force words to come, but only silence fell from his lips. "I really thought you were different, hero," there were tears in her eyes, and Finn couldn't raise a hand to brush them away as they fell, "but I guess I was wrong," as she turned to go, he found his strength. In a burst of passion, Finn jumped up, roughly grabbed Marceline's face, and slammed his lips onto hers. Her eyes flew open wide, Finn saw before closing his own. There was a tense moment during which the vampire did nothing, and Finn's confidence dwindled. Was he too late? Then he realized that she was melting into the kiss, her arms wrapping themselves around Finn's neck. He laid his hands on the sides of her familiar waist and opened his mouth just a little, extending an invitation.

"Whoa!" Jake was back, and his exclamation shocked the two into pulling apart. "I leave for two minutes and you two're makin' out? I'm goin' to see my Lady," he stretched out a window, shaking his head and muttering under his breath.

"Okay. That was weird," Marceline looked at Finn strangely. "One minute I'm mad at you, the next we're kissing. Why are we so darn confusing?"

"I have no clue, but I kinda like it," Finn wrapped his arms more tightly around her waist.

"Ah ah ah!" she put a finger to his lips and pushed him away. "We have to talk a little more first. Because we can't just rush into things; too messy."

"But why?" Finn whined. She smacked him upside the head.

"Because we need to be careful, you weenie. We don't want to ruin our friendship because we moved too fast."

"Oh..."

"Yeah. Oh," she laughed and floated in a sitting position above the couch, pulling him down beside her. "Anyhow. Finn, we've gotta take this nice'n slow. I know we've already done a lot of stuff that most couples only do after a long time," Finn blushed as he remembered the cuddling in the Caverns of Endless Darkness, "but still. We're not going past that for a long, long time. Understand?" he nodded. He would have never dreamed about going beyond that point, not now. "Good. Second point; when do we inform my father about this?" Finn's jaw went slack. He hadn't even thought about that! "I'll give you some time on that one. My third and final subject; your aging. Believe it or not, you're going to grow up, Finn. That'd make a relationship a bit...awkward. If we plan on staying together that long, we need a solution."

"Bite me," Finn said immediately. Marceline laughed.

"Bite you? Finn, I'd love to, I really would, but I can't. For more than one reason. One," she held up a finger, "you'd never adventure freely again, and I can't take that from you. Two," she held up another finger, "I'm afraid I might get caught up in a blood frenzy and accidentally eat you. Three, you'd have to watch everyone around you die, and I can't bear to put you through that. And last but not least," she wiggled four fingers, "you'd never look at me the same way again."

"Marceline, if we were to stay together long enough to encounter that problem, I know I'd do anything just to be with you. I'd hang up my sword forever if it meant I'd get to spend an eternity with you. I'd trust you with my life; I know you'd never really hurt me. I'd watch lifetimes pass me by, because as long as you're there, I'll be content. I'd never look at you the same way because if we got that far, I'd love you," he told her. She blushed, and he cleared his throat. "If we got that far," he clarified.

"I assumed. We're not in love yet; there's no freaking way," Marceline laughed. "But I think we might just get there. I'm not sure...but maybe," she smiled at him, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her in, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"We'll get there," he said firmly. "I can feel it."

"Good," she leaned her head on his shoulder. "I thought it was just me," he chuckled.

"Nope."

"Good," she repeated. "Otherwise I'd feel stupid, soft, and sentimental. Vampires aren't stupid, soft, or sentimental."

"Marceline, you're one of the smartest girls I know," she snorted in disbelief, clearly thinking of Bubblegum. "Instead of smart smarts, you've got adventure smarts, which gets way more cred with me. You're also completely tough; I'd never think you'd gone soft, no matter what happened. And as for sentimental? Even vampires have to be human sometimes," there was a long silence.

"...Thanks, Finn. I needed that. Nobody's talked to me like that in a long, long time," she finally said softly. Finn gave her shoulders a squeeze, momentarily pulling her into him so hard that he felt his flesh yield to her.

"I'd say it again in a heartbeat," he replied just as quietly. Her expression shifted to something angry but mournful, and he wondered if he had managed to misspeak.

"Whose heartbeat?" Marceline asked darkly, as though it was a trick question. Finn shifted slightly so he was facing her and took her hand, feeling for her fluttering pulse. It was faint, but oh so there. He moved her small hand to his own heart, holding it over his chest.

"Both of ours. Don't you see, Marceline? You have a heart. It's right..." he moved her hand to her own chest, "here," she looked down, then back up at him.

"I guess my heart beats for you, Finn," and as he heard her, he realized that their hearts were perfectly in sync. While he wondered at this, she placed her other hand over his heart again and clearly made the same realization. Finn allowed the hand he was holding in place to slip away from him, and they sat like that, leaning their foreheads together and taking in the mystery, until a camera flash went off. They then jerked apart and looked at the dog who was in the window, holding up a camera and chuckling.

Wait, wasn't he going to see Lady? Has he been spying on us?

"JAKE!" they roared, leaping up.

"Eep!" he scrambled away, pursued by the very wrathful pair of human and vampire.