"What? You mean you've never seen it?" Cake and Fiona were in the tree house talking over an old horror movie Fiona had found in one of the old dusty boxes down in the basement. "No, I never really watched movies or television when I was little." She explained. The two just sat in silence. Suddenly, Cake made a deep growling noise in her throat and proceeded to burst out on the ground rolling and laughing with tears coming out of her eyes, and for quite some time she couldn't control herself. "It's not funny!" Fiona yelled, her cheeks went red hot from embarrassment. After standing in humiliation with her friend laughing at her expense, Fiona angrily left the treehouse and went off to find someone to help her with her newfound problem. Who could help her though? She could watch it by herself. Nah, it would be too scary. Prince Gumball would no doubt give her a lecture about how she shouldn't be wasting her time with such things anyway and proceed to do royally boring work. Cake would laugh during the whole thing. Maybe Marshall. Yeah! Marshall Lee, the Vampire Prince! He would have experience with this kinda stuff! After all, he was prince of the night and other scary things. She dashed on over to seek out her friend in the darkness, Marshall Lee.
Marshall stood, well floated, alone in his house. It had been quite a regrettably boring afternoon. He had done almost nothing and he couldn't remember were he'd placed his guitar. A loud burst came from the door as Fiona helped herself in. Marshall turned around smiling, happy to see someone he actually liked showed up on such a gloomy day. She came up behind him with a happy smile yet red cheeks. It seemed like she was embarrassed. He couldn't quite see what she held behind her back but he was just glad she was here right in front of him. "Hey, Marshall!" She said excitedly. "Hey, Fiona. Whats up?" His deep voice replied. In a split second she held up an old video tape of a classic horror movie. It was decades old, in fact he could see were the dust and cob webs had found their way to the forgotten flick. Marshall smiled with a light hearted expression of confusion in his eyes. "Where did you dig this up?" He asked. "In the basement of the treehouse. It belongs to Cake. I thought maybe we could watch it." She had a hopeful look on her face. "This one?" Marshall asked, silently hoping she'd change her mind and they could proceed to watch a more modern movie. "Well, can I tell you a secret if you promise not to laugh?" She asked. Marshall grinned. For a moment he thought he'd say something funny but hesitated. "Sure." He was kinda surprised he had said that. Her eyes gleamed at bit. Wow. He never realized how beautiful they were. Her voice snapped him back into reality.
"Well, it's just that.." Her voice trailed off. Soft, like a whisper. "What?" Marshall found her eyes again. "It's just that, well, I've never seen this movie or any movie really, and Cake laughed at me for it. And...I'm scared to watch it alone, okay?" Her cheeks went bright red. Fiona could feel the heat rise to her ears. Marshall smiled, she was cute when she humbled herself, which of course her being Fiona, was never often.
He placed a hand on her head, her soft hat with the white bunny ears felt warm against his cold hands. That was a major downside of being dead. You were always cold, except she was always soft and warm. He stroked her hat and smiled kindly. "Yeah, sure. We can watch it. I promise, I won't laugh at you. And I'll protect you from all the bad monsters." He said adding a joking edge in his voice. "Thanks, Marshall. I guess."
Marshall set up the television for the video. He tried hard to remember how to set up a video player. As he brushed off the spider webs and dust he placed the film into the player and plopped himself down on his couch. He heard Fiona rummaging in his kitchen for a bowl and popcorn. Searching for the remote, he finally found it under the couch seat cushion. Just in time. Fiona entered the room with a large bowl of popcorn and she set herself down next to him on the couch.
The bowl of popcorn was set in Fiona's lap, and Marshall pressed the button to begin the movie. He noticed the look on Fiona's face, she seemed tense and nervous. "If you want to pause it let me know, kay?" He said. She smiled. "Kay." And so it began.
About half an hour into the movie, Fiona was flipping out. In one sene she had gotten so scared the bowl of popcorn leaped from her lap into the air and scattered on the floor. Marshall couldn't help but laugh, he bursted out screaming as his laughter filled the room with Fiona's screams of terror for a movie that wasn't even good nor realistic. Her screams were so funny and the entire movie was a joke. But he could't quite say, yet for some reason it was better than he remembered. Watching it with her made it quite a bit more enjoyable. He couldn't put his finger on it, but her screams made it funny. Her fear of such a lame flick was hysterical. He found it rather amusing she was so dramatic.
Finally, her screams had stopped and so had his laughter. Marshall's eyes suddenly lit with an idea. He looked at Fiona with a spark in his eyes and his brow arched. She had found another lap buddy, his couch pillow, and she was shaking with fear. Yes, his plan would earn him pain later, but it would all be worth it for the look on her face. Everything for the expression of fear. No, it was her fear. He didn't care about anyone else but her. She was his reason, she was his motivation, he was no longer bored.
He turned his head. A questionable look on Fiona's face sent the message she had no idea of his plans. For a moment she thought he was scared too. After all, he had been screaming more than she had. It was rather scary. She had faced giant oozing monsters, fanged faced creatures, life threatening trials, been inside the belly of a monster, dealt with dangerous wizards, a guy with only his skeletal figure showing, and teen hormones and yet this was by far the scariest thing she had ever seen in her entire life!
His body was shaking, his shoulders tensed, his movement rigid. Fiona swore she heard a sort of cry escape his lips. Was this movie really scaring the Vampire Prince Marshall Lee?
Out of no where, Marshall went berserk and jumped on her. His eyes were crazy and his figure shaky. His eyes were only filled with psychotic amusement, her friend was no longer there. Was he about to drain her? She let out a yelp of fright as Marshall dove for her neck. A hair from her skin, she could feel his breath against the exposed part of her neck. Suddenly she felt his tongue lick her neck as he then jerked back with a harsh bit of laughter. Fiona, furious and red again, replied to his little joke with her hand.
The movie was nearly over and Marshall sat quietly on the couch. He realized Fiona's screams had ceased. His cheek stilled burned from her slap, it was still blood red. Just cause she was a girl didn't mean she couldn't pack one heck of a slap, punch, kick...Silence. The only sounds were the static of the television and her breathing. Suddenly he felt a warm softness on his shoulder. He looked down to she her face. Eyes closed, her chest rose and fell softly as she let out small and quite breaths. Warm. So warm against his cold flesh. Her cheeks were slight red and her blonde hair hung in her face.
He raised his hand to her face and lifted the gold strands away revealing her closed eyelids and slightly open mouth. Now he could see her beauty. Warm, soft, and gorgeous. Her cheeks slightly red, her lips were pink, her hair was like thin gold but soft like her warm skin. He pressed his lips softy against her forehead, he paused. He could hear her heartbeat. The sound of blood rushing through her body. He could taste her essence, she smelled so wonderful like rose petals in water. His lips removed themselves as his arm slid silently over her shoulders as Fiona's unconscious body laid over his chest. He stayed still so he could hear her breathing. The rhythmic pattern of life. In, pause, out. In, pause, out. He relaxed and let himself fall into a deep slumber, his arm wrapped around her, her warmth filling his desire for more than the cold. And there he fell asleep right there next to her.
He was one step ahead of him already. He figured borrowing Marshall Lee's guitar would earn him points so he could impress her with his newfound musical skills but no such luck had occurred. He figured he'd keep the axe/ guitar anyway just so Marshall couldn't play anything for her and it would anger the bloodsucker, the boy found this reason to be the most rewarding. After finally realizing Fiona was gone, Cake went to the Candy Kingdom to find her. She had found Prince Gumball, attempting to play Marshall's guitar, and they went in search of her. They both hated and feared the dark prince, the neck biter, the Vampire Prince, the one called Marshall Lee. No doubt they should've looked there first, but they hated his place so much. Now he was one step ahead. Cake hated how a horrid monster was with her best friend. Gumball despised Marshall altogether, and the fact he was moving in on Fiona, his Fiona, really got his rage. He never thought about it, but he liked her. Really, really liked her. He also really, really hated him. He and Cake meet each other's eyes. They nodded. Yes, they knew the plan. In order to protect Fiona, their precious Fiona, Marshall Lee had to die.