So I'm back from a huge break, again. Hopefully for good this time and again with a new story that I actually hope to finish for once. I'm doing something a little different aside from my usual anime fanfics. True Blood, who doesn't love it? I know the first chapter is pretty brief and leaves you questioning a lot of things. Like why she's in his care and just who he is (though it is pretty obvious who it is). It's supposed to! Things will be explained soon though. I'm planning on doing something a little different with this fanfiction. It will alternate between a few flashback chapter to explain everything and the present. I'm so pumped to write this and would love any feedback or suggestions you may have.

~Morgan

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Marceline, pronounced (Marse)(uh)(Lean) or Marce, (Marse)(ee)


There are some souls that never get put to rest, cycling through the living world lifetime after lifetime. These are old souls bound to this world for whatever the reason or purpose.


The news of vampires 'coming out of the coffin' hadn't exactly come to much of a surprise to Marceline. It had been the exact opposite actually. Of course she'd always known of the existence of vampires ever since she could remember, not to mention she'd practically been raised by them, well one. Her very first memories are mostly all of him besides the occasional flash. That was so many years ago, for her at least. After nearly ten years of being with him he still looked exactly the same as he had in her very first memories. And when she looked back on the years he had never changed, not once. She'd done all of the changing and that was beginning to scare her. Another sixty years would be nothing to him, but by then Marceline would be an old woman, or even dead.

Surely she wouldn't still be his companion even then. The thought of them ever parting ways pained her though. He was her home, wherever he was she was and always wanted to be. He'd live for an eternity, forever and Marceline would eventually only be a brief memory to him. That sweet attachment she'd once shared with him had grown into something far more. Marceline loved him, and not just in the way you would a caretaker. Sometimes she found it strange, to care for someone like that who'd watched you grow up; They were technically the same age though, well physically at least. It hadn't taken her long to realize the attraction she felt towards him, it was more the coming to terms with.

Still she ignored it, but what could she do? Better yet, what was she supposed to do? Why couldn't she be content with just being at his side as she was. Even so as much as she tried there was still a painful yearn, a want. The feeling that something was missing.

Maceline let out a deep sigh, scribbling down the notes on her paper messily. Emerald green eyes stuck out behind red bangs, raising to the clock at the front of the room, just five more minutes. 'Thank goodness.' she thought in relief ready to go home. These past few weeks had been absolutely terrible with all the talk of vampires. Never once had she questioned his existence, but why would she? He had always been there, caring and looking after her. How could his existence be wrong? Apparently enough of her kind though it was though. Many thought vampires were wrong and unholy and that they should all meet the sun. Many of these people being her friends as well. How could you not feel uncomfortable or like the odd one out around all of that talk when you lived with one of these apparently terrible creatures. Or when you loved one.

The dings of the bell ending her last period of the day and school tore Marceline from her thoughts. Shuffling her papers into her notebook she gathered her things shoving them into her tote bag. Slinging the heavy bag over her shoulder she headed out through the dense crowds of students rushing to do whatever. A few friends saying a 'See you Marce' or whatever along the way. Marceline wasn't in a hurry, she never was; rushing just wasn't her cup of tea. She preferred a relaxed pace, her own pace, which happened to be incredibly slow most of time.

Making her way through the school she finally found herself outside. 'Even in December it's was still warm in Dallas...' she thought to herself. Marceline had always wanted to see the snow, living here her entire life she'd never had the chance though. Even so this was her favorite time of the year. When the days were shorter and the night grew longer. Walking along the sidewalk she followed the path that she took every day. No she didn't walk home, he'd never allow that for fear of her safety. A school bus was also out of the question. School let out when it was still daylight though, so she had always had someone who drove her to and from school or to anything she had to attend when the sun was out.

Pulling the car door open she plopped down into the seat. "Hey, Natalie." she said to the woman with a smile, dropping her heavy bag to the floorboard with a thud.

"How was school?" she replied as she put the car into drive leaving for home. Over the years Natalie had become a close friend and a motherly figure to her. Plus she'd practically been the only human in her home life.

"It was school." Marceline said with a shrug. "And no, I don't have any homework." she added before the woman had a chance to ask.

"Well, then. are you hungry?" Natalie went on to ask. Only shaking her head in response she turned the radio on leaning back into the seat. Though she didn't live far from school it always seemed to take her forever to get home. 'Thank you rush hour...' she thought sarcastically. Hunched over, her forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window her eyes tightly shut.

"Alright there?" a worried voice said over the music. "I'm fine, just tired." Marceline mumbled back.

It took long enough, but they finally made it home. Exchanging quick goodbyes Marceline sauntered down the pathway and up the steps two the door. Pulling out her keys she unlocked it, twisting the knob, the door creaking open to a painfully silent home. That would only last for a few more miserable hours though. Once again the red-head let out a deep sigh throwing her bag to the side. It was finally the weekend, but she was so worn out. Maybe a nap would do her some good. Dropping to the comfy confines of the couch Marceline stretched out comfortably. Curling up on her side she let her heavy eyelids fall shut. It didn't take long for thoughts to go black, her body being pulled into unconsciousness.