A song to listen to: Everybody talks by Neon trees.
Marshall Lee remembers a time when Marceline was just a baby. He remembers when they were still human, when she was still so tiny and when she gurgled his name on her pouty lips. He'd only been 10 years old, getting introduced to his bride. He thought his mom was creepy that day, telling him about they were engaged. Well, isn't that the fucking end.
He remembers when she had just started walking; she would always fall for the vampire magic that danced about his fingertips. She'd watch it with her huge brown eyes, watching those sparks of red light as she'd walk ever so slowly and clumsily toward him. Maddie, Marceline's mother, had been so proud of both of them that day.
Marshall Lee remembers when she had started talking. Her first word had been "Mommy" then "Dada" and then, the greatest word Marshall could hear off her baby lips, his name, along with love. A faint, "Marshy Lee, love yous…"
It was one of the single greatest things a boy of 10 years old could hear out of his betrothed mouth.
Marceline, when she had grown older, maybe about 3 years old, would tug on his pant leg and be so fucking adorable as to get him to give her love. She was very deceiving and very persuasive. He could only imagine what she would try when she got old enough. Soon, she was 4 and he was 14, she was 6 and he was 16 and finally, her 7th birthday came. He had given her a locket, a beautiful thing, with her initials on the inside of the strawberry piece of jewelry. They had pinkie promised; Marceline would treasure the thing with her heart.
None knew what was coming, that awful war that ruin everything.
But everyone was oblivious, as Marceline sat there, giggling at the red magic that twirled toward her, the lovely magic that was meant for her and her alone, the magic from her Marshall Lee. She took his warm, big hand in her tiny, cold one and he smiled and she smiled and an unspoken agreement passed between them to love each other forever.
Marceline wasn't found in the ruin of the war and Marshall thought that stupid gap between his teeth, the one Marceline thought was cute, felt different. Like fangs, or just points. Maddie had died and Hannah had rescued her children. Hunson was just heartbroken at losing his little girl, but Marshall knew she was alive somewhere.
It wasn't until a couple years later; Hunson had found his daughter, in the city, crying for a man named 'Simon' and holding a ridiculous teddy bear. She was still wearing that stupid locket Marshall had gotten her. Her father was proud.
Hannah woke her son, telling him the wonderful news and the newly vampire had stared at her like she was crazy.
Marceline was 10 years old now; her hair was so long, her skin so pale. She had recognized Marshall immediately, running toward him, showing him the locket. He just stared in stunned silence. She told him of her adventures with Simon and Hambo and the zombies. Of walking around the country, thinking about him. About how she learned so much. And the words she spoke before she told him everything were words that would change him forever.
"Don't tell anyone okay? I trust you Marshy Lee"
Damn, the girl was here for not more than an hour and she already had him wrapped around her finger.
She was so excited and her story went on for about 2 hours before she sat down again, a shining look in her reddish-brown eyes. She hugged him tightly and they both remembered everything.
Later that night, they laid together, facing each other, Marceline giggling at the red magic that danced upon his fingertips. The magic meant only for her. The magic that she had seen so many times, yet never tired of. The magic that made her love for him shine brighter than ever, as they laid together, foreheads toughing, magic shining on his hands.
Marshall couldn't wait until she was older.