Hey readers! So this is only the first part of this story, and I will be updating soon. Reviews are really appreciated, hope you like it. Oh and by the way the computer I'm working on has neither page break or spell check... so bear with me, haha.
Chapter 1
"Hey yo Fiona."
I tossed a little in bed, more than half asleep. The tapping on the window continued. "Hey! Fiona!" I sat up in bed, and looked at Cake who was sound asleep. Then I took a look at the window, to find Marshall Lee floating behind the glass. I got up, irratated and tired.
"What?!" I whispred loudly, "What do you want?!"
He smirked, "Well if you aren't busy, I was wondering if you wanted to take a ride,"
I was alarmed. "Yeah I was kinda busy sleeping!"
"And...?" He said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, but opened the window anyway. I went to grab my hat on the night stand, but Marshall grabbed my arm. "Leave it," he said, "You actually look like a girl with your hair down." I glared at the rude remark even though i knew he was joking. Although I knew it was irresponsible, I got onto Marshall's back. It's not like he was a stranger. Maybe a creep, but not a stranger.
He flew me out the window, and I clutched on tightly to his flannel top. Once we were a fair distance from the house, I yelled against the wind, "What the math? What are we doing? It's the middle of the night!"
He turned his head slightly, "What? I can't have a night out with my favorite adventurer? Or does she need her beauty sleep?"
I scoffed again. It wasn't a real answer, I knew, but I didn't really need one. As for the time, I didn't really care how late it was. Marshall gave me this... rush, when I was with him. I didn't even know what that meant. And I didn't know why, but I couldn't tell Marshall that. The Vampire King isn't one to talk about feelings. Or anything personal for that matter. He was the kind of guy you would take to a concert, or a guy you would use to help pull a prank on someone. Not the kind of guy you would fly across Aaa with, alone, in the dead of night. That's why I was so startled by all of this. But I wasn't going to argue.
I felt safe. His firm muscles, his scent of peppermint with a hint of strawberry, and the way he would never let me feel uncomfortable. I loved his- wait. No. This was Marshall. Marshall Lee the Vampire King. What was I thinking? He would never take me seriously, even if I put myself out there... It wasn't until after my pondering did I notice how high we were. I looked down to find the cloud kingdom under my feet.
No creature was awake in Aaa, except for maybe the Why-wolves. This made me nervous, and I held onto the vampire king's waist a little tighter. He must have noticed this, because he looked back at me and grinned, "Nervous?"
I gulped, "W-where are we going?"
His grin widened, showing off his sharp, white teeth. Not a fang out of place. It made me feel self-conscious about my teeth. "Don't look so scared, Fi. You're starting to sound like Prince Bubba-butt. I just figured we could chill back at my place. Go for a walk or something. I can tell you'd rather walk than fly." I nodded my head in agreement, trying to keep my face from turning green. I put my head down on his back again, so he couldn't see my face.
Then he did a strange thing. He moved his hand up to mine, which was clutched to his waist, and gently rested his hand on mine. I didn't react to it though. I was more focused on not vomiting on his back.
