The sun shined down on the Land of Aah. On any normal day like this Princes were Princing, Trolls were Trolling, and Adventurers were Adventuring. Even though most enjoyed their fun in the sun, one did not. He despised that fireball in the sky. It had kept him away from everyone and everything. This was because Vampiric blood flowed freely through his veins. Truthfully he hated being a vampire more than he hated anything else. He never asked to be turned, it just happen to him one day.
Now he stood inches away, within his desolate cave, from the suns light. He could not venture outside into this light without some sort of cover from the sun, but most of his protection made him look ridiculous. So instead stayed by himself within his home. His eyes stared forward, out into the world. He could see the joy that everyone was having, without him. He wished that when the night would come nothing would change in the attitude of the world outside, but to no avail. Night was nothing but darkness and loneliness. He was always alone due to his sleeping schedule. While he was awake, others slept. Even when he did meet someone, he would push them away, because he was an immortal. He outlived everyone, except Bubba the Candy Prince and Ice Queen. What was the point to making friends if they would just die and he would be alone, as usual? He even outlived the world he knew. The days the bombs dropped and ended the Mushroom war was the day his loneliness had begun, until he met Simone, who now was gone but not dead. He wondered the world alone for the last thousand years. He watched his world end and a new one begin. A world with Candy people, talking cats, and a whole lot of Magic.
Over his one thousand years walking the Earth he made some friends and loves. Most of them died, some got pushed or pushed away from him, and few stayed around but weren't the same. He would forever be an immature eighteen year old boy. Even though this was all true one person never pushed him away or held his actions against him. Fionna, the last Human alive, was an adventurer who had always been good. While He was a Vampire who wanted to be evil, but did not have the heart to cause pain and misery. The two were an odd friendship. He pranked everyone and was a joker while Fionna saved everyone and was THE hero of Aah. She always tried to pull the good out of him, and it slowly began to work, until she met her boyfriend, Flame Prince. Since then she spent less and less time with him. He was back to being alone, and it had begun to take its toll on his moral. He once thought about being more than just friends with Fionna, but she would never date a vampire demon like him. Even though he was considered a "good" vampire due to the fact he drank red instead of blood.
He looked down at his bluish arm. The lack of blood and sunlight had changed his skin tone, drastically. The sunlight was warmth and he wanted warmth once again on his cold body. His arm began to extend itself towards the light. He felt the heat for a split second before he pulled his arm back. He fell to his knees screaming. His arm was burning and the pain was too intense for him to stand. He gritted his teeth together to stop him from screaming more. He spoke through his teeth "Why can't I just be… NORMAL!? Why God?!" He stared into the sky. He looked back at his arms. Boils and blisters ran down it. What to do now, he though. Go into his house and sit and wait for night, as usual? Life had become so mundane for him. He wished he could sleep, but over his last thousand years alive he saw, and experienced things, that would never let him sleep. Everytime he tried to his nightmares got more vivid and ripped him out of it. In a week he, maybe, got sixteen hours of sleep, at best. Life sucked for him. Life sucked being Marshall Lee the Vampire King, Prince of the Nightosphere.
