Hey Everyone, just thought id let you know that this is my very first fanfic, just testing the waters a bit you know? Anyways, id love to hear your feedback, let me know if you like the story so far, and how it can be improved for the future. We'll see how these first bits do, and if enough people are into it, ill keep it going. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time or any of its character, they belong to the mad genius Pendleton Ward and Cartoon Network. I DO however own Anthony, who you will be properly introduced too latter on.

P.S. Fedoras are awesome.

P.P.S. Marceline is the by far my favorite character, sorry Finn and Ice King, you can't compare to the awesomeness that is Marcie.

The cool wind rushed by her pale grey face as she flew across the grassy plains. Her long black hair fluttered behind her, forced back by the speed at which she flew.
The sound of the wind in her ears, the twinkling stars dotting the night sky above, it was perfect. She smirked slightly, enjoying the night. It was nice; exploring gave her a sense of adventure she craved, much like her human friend with the silly white hat. She was Marceline, the self-titled vampire queen, and she was content, floating there high in the sky, searching for something of interest. A long, drawn out howl caught her attention, her pointed ears flicking towards the sound.

She smiled wickedly, the wolves sounded like they had found new prey. She tracked them by the occasional howl, until the howls came to a hill. Marceline sniffed the air, and retched as the smell of rancid meat assaulted her senses. The wolves howled again, this time much closer. She gently flew up to the crest of the grassy hill, and gasped at what she saw. A small shack, shattered and broken, with smoke rising from the wreckage stood out against the landscape. The wolves had gathered in a small pack and where combing the shack, growling and sniffing everywhere. They moved slow and deliberate, searching for something. Just to the side of the house, a fence surrounded a small, ruined garden with a tombstone in the center of it. A tall oak stood guard just outside the fence. The grave looked fresh, the dirt hastily piled on top.

One of the wolves broke off from the pack and sniffed at the grave. It began digging at the grave, slowly clawing its way through the soft earth. Just before it reached what lie beneath, a young man leaped out of the tree on to the wolf's back, pinning it beneath him. A dark blue hoodie covered his body, but the hood had flopped open when he leapt, revealing his snow white hair. The wolf didn't even have time to yelp before its neck was slit with a small knife, ending its life. The man's daring impressed Marceline as she watched the scene unfold. Unfortunately for him, the leap had spread his scent into the air, catching the other wolves' attention. They dashed around the corner and snarled at their prey, their fangs hungry for flesh, and vengeance for their fallen comrade. The man stared them down, his demeanor cool, but cautious. The alpha of the pack pushed his way through the others and came up to the man, growling, but its teeth remained unbarred. The man garbled out some strange broken growl to the alpha. He stared at the man and howled loudly. The pack dispersed, with a few stragglers dragging their paws as they left.

Marceline floated, dumbfounded as to how this man hadn't ended up wolf chow. The man turned towards her, his eyes narrowing to the spot she had occupied moments ago. Marceline gasped, the man was a human, a real, live human. His eyes a deep brown color, he looked to be only around nineteen years of age. As far as she had known, Finn was the last human in existence. The man scanned the area once more, before turning back to the wolf. Marceline thanked the stars she could become invisible, her vampire instincts thirsting for this human's blood contorting her face in pain at resisting. The human scanned the area once more, before looking to the wolf, and the grave it had been digging. He looked down at the grave sadly, pain clear on his pale face.

His cool demeanor faltered for a moment, as he re-covered the grave, blinking back tears. With a final sigh, the human went into the ruined shack, and came back with a worn messenger bag on his shoulder. Lifting his hood, he started walking; right in the direction Marceline was hidden. She quickly flew upwards to avoid him. He slowly disappeared behind the hilly landscape. Marceline hastily flew back towards her old tree house; she couldn't wait to see the look on Finn's face when he found out about this other human.