It was the day after her coronation, her first ball. Marceline hung off of her kings' arm, her floating was still a bit shaky, as he lead her to their thrones. She grinned as he kissed her hand, she smoothed out the black pleated skirt of her off the shoulder gown, hands feeling the extremely tight corset, expecting to feel suffocated. Nickoli was smiling at his bride as he leaned in and whispered, "You look wonderful, now quit worrying." He fixed the white gold and onyx crown on her head.

Glob, she was so giddy.

The night went along almost perfectly. Their guests were having fun, her king was too busy mingling to dance with her. That was fine by her though, she hated when he touched her, it felt wrong. Towards the end of the night Marceline was standing by a pillar, watching her subjects dance elegantly.

"Now, why're you standing all alone my queen?" A rough, husky voice cooed behind her. Hands rested on her hips as another body invaded her space. Marceline looked over her shoulder at Nickoli and smiled softly. "Come now, I think I should have at least one last dance with my wife before the night ends."

Marceline took his hand and he floated her to the dance floor. She felt dirty as they waltzed in the air. He whispered in her ear sweet, romantic and sensual one minute, then obscenities the next. She hated him.

She killed her husband later that night.

"Marceline!" Princess Bubblegum shouted, "Pay attention for Glob's sake."

"Huh, yeah sure." Marceline replied flatly. "Sorry, what were we talking about?"

"We're trying to tell you that you need to control your subjects. They're killing all of the mathing livestock."

"What am I supposed to do, would you prefer them feeding on people?" Marceline snapped. She was tired of this. Sitting in Bubblegum's stuffy meeting room, cramped with other Ooo royalty, her sun hat on because of all the Groddamn windows, being berated. "Would you prefer I sick 'em on an unsuspecting town? Maybe some Fluffy Friends, or the Soft People, is that what you want Bonnie?"

The room was silent. Marceline was standing, hands on the table, she'd be huffing if she breathed. Bubblegum sat stunned with wide eyes.

After a few, agonizing minutes, Marciline flew out the nearest window. Stupid Bonnie, stupid meeting, stupid everything. She growled lowly and flew off to her cave house. She let out a disgruntled scream and threw off her gloves and hat.

Marceline flew up to her room, ready to fall face first on her bed when a gleam caught her eye. She looked on her dresser in her closet and saw it. Her crown. She floated over and picked it up, admiring the intricate detail and small rubies on the band, and the shiny onyx stone on the tallest of the three prongs. She did really love it.

At sundown she made her way to the vampires domain, decked out in her most regal attire, the crown placed perfectly on her head. She marched into the town, daring people to question her authority. She made her way to the balcony of the small castle, ignoring the gathering crowd and the whispers.

"Aye!" Marceline shouted from the balcony looking down at the crowd. "Listen up, everyone you need to stop killing livestock, alright? If I hear of one more attack, heads are going to roll, alright?"

"You have no right telling us what to do!" A voice from the crowd screamed. Others rose up, agreeing with him. Marceline fumed.

"I. AM. YOUR. QUEEN!" She screamed, half-morphed. The crowd went quiet. "I still rule over you, got it? I'm a lenient ruler but you can't go running a muck, alright? You're giving us a bad name.

I gave you freedom, and I can damn well take it away. And I know you don't want that, do you?"

There was a collective no and Marceline flew down from the balcony. The crowd bowed and parted as she came towards them. She felt awkward, it was unusual. She turned and cleared her throat. "Well, since I'm here, why don't we put this castle to use and have a party?"

The crowd cheered.

It took an hour or so, but the ballroom was cleaned and in party condition. All kinds of red foods were laid out on a long table against the wall, including some meats and wine, the black-and-white tiled floor sparkled under the romantic light of the large chandelier, and the pillars were once again their pristine white. A gunmetal and crimson throne over looked the room from a raised red platform. Red, black, and grey drapery decorated the windows and parts of the white-washed stone walls. She smiled softly to herself, it really was a great place, she should stay more often.

Marceline called in a favor from a DJ friend of hers, she wanted some pre-war music and he was the man for it. The party began, some of the vampires had invited their wizard friends, a few ghosts showed up too. The DJ was pumping out a mix of pre and post-war music, mixing them perfectly.

For the first time in decades she mingled with other vampires, and it was awesome. She hasn't had this much fun since she first started bugging Finn and Jake. "You're the best queen we've ever had, Marceline." A young looking vampire boy commented from the buffet table.

"Hey, hey guys, three cheers for Queen Marceline!" A guy said into the microphone. "Hip-hip-hooray!"

"Hey guys!" A voice called from the back just as a portal opened beneath Marceline. She screamed and everything went black.

Hello, hello. So... this is my first foray into the AT fandom. It's going to be a long-ish story, and a Marcelee fic, there may be possible lemons in the future, may be not. Depends on the flow of the story.

But let me know what you guys think, is it worth continuing? Do I totally fail at AT? What the hell is some slang I can use in the dialogue? Please let me know in a review!

SugarQuill