~My story~ (Sorta like a sequel to my story 'Forgive Me')
Madeline's P.O.V.
My name is Madeline and this is my story.
I was born from love, love that came of two unlikely places. One of those places was from the heart of an adventuress…my mother. She was tough and fearless; she didn't allow anything to get in her way and always believed her way was the best way. The other unlikely place was my father. The son of the 'queen of evil' and born half-evil himself, he was mischievous and often very mean. After becoming a vampire and being immortal for a while, he met my mother. My birth and they're get together was a story I'll never forget no matter what. Thanks to a bet, made by the queen of evil, my mother almost lost her life at the hands of dragons and it cost my father his immortality… but that's another story. This is my story… and just because it's based on them, it doesn't make it any less mine. This is the story of how far I went for revenge.
It was a regular morning. I still hadn't bothered to return to the debris of my old house, my parent's tree house, so I stayed at my father's cave-house. After what happened, I didn't want to return. I wanted to stay away from the painful memories… and the piteous looks the others gave game when I entered a room. Staying at any of my father's houses was a bad idea…the memories haunted my head and the pain followed. I remember the first time he showed me this house… My mother was at aunt Cake's house visiting. Father thought I'd be nice to spend sometime together. I knew that was a lie… he just didn't want to go to aunt Cake's. I always laughed at the memory.
*FLASHBACK*
"You don't want to spend time with me; you just don't wanna get grilled by aunt Cake." I teased
My father, Marshall Lee, just smiled back mockingly. I was only nine at the time and I knew he was older than my mother was by a few years…well physically. He had told me of his vampire centuries… I always found that amusing. He was around his thirties at the time. His hair was long and shaggily hanging from his head. His skin was tanned from all the sun he took. It wasn't noticeable that he was a vampire. That's something I found annoying about me parents…they loved the sun. I was more of a night time person and the glare of the sun often angered me…but then again, they say you don't know what you have until its gone. "Don't tell your mother." He laughed. I loved his laugh…it was like mother's hugs…They made me feel safe. For the rest of the day he showed me the house and the cave. We had lunch and played frizzbe with his Zombie cat Schwalb, who liked me well enough to bring me dead birds. It was gross, but sweet. That night at home, while my mother tucked me into bed, she asked if I had a good time. I didn't lie when I said I did.
*END*
My eyes filled with tears but as soon as I felt them, I furiously wiped them away. Yeah…staying at the cave-house was a bad idea. After stepping out the shower, I draped the red towel over my bruised body and walked out into my father's room. The only bedroom in the entire cave-house. I ignored the sharp pain in my side as I walked over to the closet. Luckily, for me, my father was a hoarder when it came to clothes. He still some of his ex-girlfriend's just like my mother's clothes. Looking through the slightly gothic female outfit, I remembered the first day I met Ashley…
*FLASHBACK*
She was walking past the cave entrance when I saw her. Her pale complexion and two side ponytails made her stand out. She was young… physically anyway. I was playing with Jake and Cookie outside the house in the cave when she walked into the cave. As soon as she saw us…well me… she scoffed "Is this the little half-breed offspring?"
"Umm… We're all half-breed offspring." I teased, looking from my cousin's to me.
Out of the three of us, Jake was the oldest… but his fear of vampires had him hidden behind one of the floor's stalagmites. Cookie, on the other hand, who was Jake's younger sister and my younger cousin of one year, was not afraid. She stepped forward "We're not supposed to talk to strangers. You should leave."
Again, Ashley scoffed "Or what?" She laughed
Cookie, just like Jake, had inherited her mother's powers. She stretched her mouth big and yelled with force "Mommy!"
Almost instantly, aunt Cake, followed by my mother, walked out of the house. Since I was always causing trouble, by teasing and scaring my cousins, my mother came ready to scold me. As soon as her eyes landed on Ashley, her expression changed from calm to confused, to annoyed "What are you doing here?" My mother asked. My mother, named Fionna, was a short blond woman. Under that ridiculous bunny hat, that both my father and I would tease her for, she had long luscious blond hair. My mother wore a light blue dress that ended at her knee and her black flats. As always her shiny sword proudly slung across her back. My mother's sword was to her what my father's axe-bass was to him… a treasure.
"Just came to see what Marshall Lee left his immortality for." Ashley smirked
"You have no right to be here." My mother said calmly, her hand on her waist "Now get out of here before I punch your face in."
"Fionna!" Aunt Cake exclaimed. "Not in front of the children." She scolded through gritted teeth. I smiled as I saw my mother roll her eyes.
"What ever." My eyes jerked back to Ashley. "I'll be sure to visit your funerals." She mocked our mortality as she left. I heard my mother grumbled something under her breath and turn to face me. I flashed a smile and she winked before walking behind Aunt Cake into the house. At that moment I realized my mother had her sword in hand… she really didn't like Ashley.
*END*
Opening the closet door, I flipped through the wardrobe. I grabbed a pair of my mother's old black skinny jeans and her v-neck ¾ sleeve white sweater. Over it, I pulled on my father's red and black plaid shirt and slipped on his red sneakers. Sighing, I walked back to the mirror. As I looked on, I could see my mother's peach complexion, my father's dark hair, and my mother's blue eyes. I had my mother's hair type. It was soft and silky… it always reminded me of her. Gabbing the brush, I pulled my mid-back length onyx hair into a ponytail, leaving my bangs to cover the right side of my face. I put the brush down and headed for the staircase. Slowly climbing down and finally reaching the first floor. The first thing I saw was Cookie's sleeping form on the couch. Through this entire experience she had refused to leave my side…it was annoying…but I couldn't deny I enjoyed it… of course, I would never admit that. Cookie was cream colored with black spot. She had beautiful golden eyes and her persistent attitude could really make her a nuisance. I turned my head to the left and saw my father's old amps and my Axe-bass. Next to, it was my sword. They're mine… my parents gave them to me…
*FLASHBACK*
It was my sixteenth birthday party. My mother was laughing with Cake and Gumball while my father was in the kitchen getting the cake. I never really liked Gumball… it seemed as if he had something against my father. My father did tell about how he and Gumball had a rivalry for my mother… I laughed at the thought that Gumball could even stand a chance against my father. Nevertheless, Gumball married some princess from some Kingdome and they had a daughter. Of course since he was my mother's friend him and his candy wife plus their brat, were invited to my parties and I was invited to theirs. Of course, I would always skip out with my dad… unless he was forced to go too. I was never really a friend of Princess Bonnibel… and I guess she was never really my friend either. We were really just…forced acquaintances. Now I'm getting side tracked. My father walked down the stairs with the strawberry covered chocolate cake. I licked my lips at sight. He grinned my way and set the cake on the table. The rush of teen princesses ran over to the table…again neither was my friend. They were all here because their parents were friends with either one of my parents. I looked back to the forest on our left. I was waiting for my friend to show… my only true friend. He was a secret…from my father. My mother knew of him and knew him personally. Mike the lycanthrope prince. It was because of an old vampire vs. lycanthrope thing that I kept Mike a secret from my father… but I guessed that enough time had passed from my father becoming a mortal and he wouldn't recognize the scent. I watched the forest, intensely…still no Mike. "Mads!" I heard my father call my nickname from the table and I ran over grinning. Next to the cake, and aside from the mountain of presents next to the tree house, lay two boxes. One box was red and black with music notes. It said 'From dad.' In script. The other was blue and green with a pink bow and in print it said 'From mom'. I curiously stared at the boxes, completely bypassing the cake. With pleading eyes I looked at my mother, she had more sympathy when it came to me. After rolling her eyes and sighing, she nodded "only if you open mines first." She teased. I ripped through the rapping paper until it revealed the white box underneath. My curiosity nagged at me. What was it? Carefully, I untapped the ends of the box and gently lifted the lid. I hadn't asked for anything material this year. Just the courage to tell my father about Mike… my mother had told me to do it... Nevertheless, I feared. I feared both my parents. Not only because they were my parents but also because others feared them. Huge twenty-ton Cyclops monsters feared them. After removing, the top I stared wide eyed at the present. It was my mother's sword! The long shiny golden blade that had assisted my mother on her adventures. My eyes slowly wondered towards my mother's smiling face & couldn't help but grin back. The princesses that surrounded me were unsure why I was so happy to receive an old sword, but I was ecstatic. I saw as my mother flashed me her crystal sword, as to say, "Take it. I'll be okay."
Unable to control myself any longer, I ripped open the other present box. Laughs could've been heard from behind me. My mother and father looked on smiling at my excitement. Upon opening the box, I saw it. My father's Axe-bass… it was now mines. When he had taught me how to play, I thought it was because he would give me one of his others… I mean he had three. I would've never thought he'd give me his most prized one. I stared amazed at my new items "I would have never thought you'd give me your most prized possessions." I said smiling
My mother embraced me and my father tussled m hair "You are our most prized possession." She said in to my ear, the smile evident in her tone
"I am a possession?" I asked teasingly
"Of course you are." My father mocked, "We own you."
*END*
A/A/N
New story! This is based off on 'Forgive me' one of my Fiolee stories. Kind of like a sequel except its not.
I hope you stick around to find out what happened to our poor Fiolee couple :-; and what happens to poor Madeline. Heads up she's eighteen. Jake is 3 years older and cookie is seventeen.
When she was born, Fionna was 23 and Marshall Lee was 25… yeah… Fiolee!