(Hi there. Here is a fan fiction for Adventure time. Marceline and Marshall Lee were the first fan fictions I ever read, crazy right? Well here it is, hopefully you will enjoy this. It's just a draft but I might follow on with the story.)
The night was still young with the crisp smell of a rising full moon, on Ooo's horizon, lingering in the air. It was strange but these situations almost resembled callings for vampires, like the new moon gives an intriguing aroma. This seemed to be luring vampires from across the land to come out and dance, party and live in the moonlight. Even though they were undead, Marceline had felt like her heart actually beat in these times. Just the burst of adrenaline that a rock in the sky gave was simply captivating for the young vampire. One thousand years old and still youthful, human lifetimes were nothing to vampire years.
This new moon had only managed to drag Marceline to an old oak tree stump, just outside of the cave entrance to her home. Marceline had just woken up, and seeing that she wasn't fit to travel far, the half-caste had only slipped on a red t-shirt lined with grey stripes (that was slightly slipping down on her left shoulder), a pair of brown skinny jeans and her favourite black converse.
The wind wafted and whistled at Marceline's greyish-blue skin as she strummed her notorious bass-guitar. This was the demon's favourite time to write music however the cool, winter's wind blew right through her. Shame being a vampire didn't give the perk of immunity to temperature, for she was so effected by the cold. However that breeze did allow Marceline to sense every object, being or creature. Their scents had been carried through the same relentless gusts and gales. These smells are what would give her inspiration to write melodic pieces.
Marceline loved this.
The queen took a large whiff of her surroundings. A couple of swallows nesting in an ancient oak tree, daisies and dandelions dancing together in a near by field. She even smelt a feint scent of a caterpillar indulging on a sunflower with miniature nibbles. Abruptly a new scent filled her mind. The stench of chocolate and... curiosity. Had the vampire smelt an emotion? Sometimes Marceline surprised herself with her powers.
"Boo." A boy suddenly appeared in front of Marceline floating on his back, a casual look plastered on his face. The Vampire Queen hardly moved an millimetre though a wave of uncertainly surged through her body. Usually nothing would surprise her (for she would always detect them first) but she did not sense this boy for some reason.
The boy looked about nineteen, one year older then Marceline, and withheld two bite marks on the right side of his neck. His skin tone was a very light greenish-grey, she thought this was extremely peculiar. The boy had raven slick hair (that was somewhat ruffled although remarkably clean) under his brown thick beanie. He wore a grey wife-beater shielded by a black plaid unbuttoned shirt and a pair of old tattered jeans. He had light blue Jordan's to cover his feet and his eyes... the irises were blood red. Despite the intimidating appearance, his eyes still seemed to be able to show innocence.
Marceline just turned her head, refusing to remake contact with the blood red ovals. hmpf! Marceline just grunted loudly at his presence. The boy responded bizarrely to the cold act, he inched closer with a very smug face. Marceline shuffled farther away only for the greeted with the same reaction. The process continued for quite some time until she found herself with her back to the stranger, Marceline's knees to her chest and an annoyed look branded on her face.
The Boy flew over Marceline's head, his back facing the ground, he bent backwards mid-air to form an upside-down 'U' shape with his body. Their foreheads were pressed against each others, faces centimetres away from contact. Softly, the boy placed his fingers on her chin and slowly shifted it up so there eyes met.
"W-what... do you want?" Marceline had asked monotonously even though the boy could tell the quiver in her voice. "To get to know you. My names... uh... Marshall." For a moment it seemed as though Marshall had gotten lost in the girl's eyes. Marceline had bland silver eyes, her pupils dark as obsidian. Marshall abruptly dropped her chin when he realized he had been staring at the girl for an uncomfortable amount of time.
After about five minutes of awkward neck rubs and avoiding eye contact, Marshall realized the object sitting in the other vampire's lap. He swiftly snatched it from her light grasp and flew high into the air. "So you play, huh? I heard you from like a mile away." He teased at the figure down below and flashed his fangs in an evil smirk. "Hey! What the hell? Give that back right now!" Marceline quickly took flight. "You fly too? Cool. This will be all the more fun fo- hey!."
Marceline briskly interrupted his mocking speech and threw herself at the thief. They wrestled back and forth for the bass-guitar. At on point they had hit the ground (Marshall cushioning Marceline's fall) and rolled down the hill. Marshall would bet good money that Marceline actually laughed, though she would never admit it. When they got to the bottom of the hill he handed her prized bass-guitar back. They just sat at the bottom of the hill, covered in grass stains and bruises (mostly Marshall beared the bruises).
"Your lucky I didn't feel like murder today. Not many people have touched my bass-guitar and lived to tell the tale." Marceline half-joked to the boy. He cocked an eyebrow, "Oh really. Well it's not like you could kill me anyway. I got the whole undead vampire thing going on, remember?" Marshall gave a half laughed and pointed at his two bite-marks situated on his neck. "I still don't know your name, sweet fangs." Marshall winked at her when he have the complement.
Marceline glared at Marshall. "Don't call me that... ever again." She looked alarmingly serious. "The name is Marceline. No Mar Mar, Marcy Warcy or whatever other crap your thinking." "Is Marcy ok?" "Can I call you Marshy?" She shot him a quizzical yet comedic look. "I can deal with that." Marshall shrugged.
The moonlight danced over the two after hours of talking (and a couple hard punches Marshall took). Finally the sun started to rise, and the two vampires remembered who they really were. "Oh shit." Marshall looked at his phone for the time. "Got to go. Pick you up tomorrow at eight? PM of course." He winked at her then vanished before she could say otherwise. Marceline settled there soberly for a couple seconds, she had time before sunrise. The scent of chocolate still remained in the area, some places stronger than others. Then she hastily flew off before the burning lights of the sun could reach her.
How she loved these nights.
(Ha ha, yay. My first Adventure time fan fiction! Hope you guys enjoyed it. By the way Jordan's are a type of shoe, they are really stylish and crap. Anyway show your support and leave a review. I'm not kidding, when I see someone has written a review I literally fly of my seat... so please review. Until next time, peace out.