Preface

It had been the first sunny morning in what seemed like ages, and Fionna had been so heartily sick of life indoors that she had jumped at the chance to try out the pre-assumed said weather. Only to find out that a dreadful storm was coming seeing by the sunny sky being replaced with dark clouds and all she could do is beat herself up for it. She went ahead of time and decided to stray further away from the tree house, leading herself to the forest. Of course that was one of the biggest mistakes ever in her life.

She had to trust Cake with the power to know the weather, with the results ending up the same. Cake could not foretell or forecast the weather, so indulging herself in her trust with that, she started to curse the young cat. Her thoughts were briefly interrupted by the lightning that shot throughout the land of AAA and all she could do was let out a shrill shriek. The winds ripped at the kingdom attempting to do damage to the well-built houses. Inside the houses sat the citizens of the Candy Kingdom, ruled by none other than Prince Gumball.

But in all this there was one girl who wasn't tucked under a blanket and watching a movie. This girl just happened to be Fionna the Human. She was dashing through the storm, left and right avoiding debris from the winds. When her beloved bunny hat flew off she decided it was a lost cost trying to retrieve it so she continued forward. She was so angry, she wanted to punch him.

Her ex-crush. Prince Gumball. Unfortunately, the prince had to be an dense of an a-hole and never saw through her apparent crush. So for months she's been wanting to punch the prince made out of ridiculous candy.

Now she was being constantly slapped by her long golden locks that were now soaked all the way through like the rest of her freezing body. Her quarter sleeved sky blue shirt and her navy blue mini skirt were both matted to her body. Her black flats made a sloshing sound when she stepped, they were filled with water and it had bled through her knee-high socks as well. She was miserable and freezing. She was hungry and tired of running through the turbulent and boisterous cloudburst.

She really had no clue to where and which way she was heading, the rain making it impossible for the poor human to see through but she dreaded the inevitable. Her knees were getting weak, and she was starting to lose her composure. Thoughts filled her mind, and for certain she was going to be a goner. For sure she'd faint if she ran more because she knew she was running for what felt like hours. That wasn't a good sight. "Why do bad things happen to good people?" She wondered bitterly, coughing out a few words she was going to say next and shook her head.

"Why wasn't anyone seeing me? Why wasn't anyone helping me?" And fore sure the inevitable happened again. Fiona shrieked when her posterior hit the mud and she whimpered. it was an extremely wet patch of mud, and the force of her landing sent her skidding backwards. She ended up half lying and half siting, where the puddle met the tangled roots of whatever tree oak and she listened to the loud sway of the wind.

She did wish someone had seen her then, but not when she's like a guinea pig playing in mud which she wasn't. She felt her eyes heaving, and the numbing in her chest intensifying. Her heart sink. She was going to die out of hypothermia, in a pool of mud that was slowly sleeping through her shorts (which isn't really pleasant) and haven't even told Marshall that she- That's when she saw it. The cave was right in front of her.

Right in front of her face, and her face lit up with hope. "Thank you so much glob!" The blonde haired adventurer struggled frantically to free herself from the squelching mud, and managed to rise precariously to her feet.

She dashed forward, not wasting anymore time, not caring that her shoes were stuck in the unfortunate filthy puddle. She ran faster than she ever could and dived in. By the time she loped inside the cave, she slide against the big rock and hugged herself. She was shivering.

Like, she was having a seizure. Her teeth chattering, she felt like she spending a night there at the ice kingdom with nothing but her shirt. Fiona felt dizziness, before everything went black. An hour passed and she was woke up by the sound of bats flying around in the cave, and all she could do was let out a scowl. She wasn't feeling her best, she was feeling a little hot, she was soaked to the bone, dropped in mud, and still didn't feel her best.

She took a quick glance around the deserted cavern, trying to look a nice place cozy. To such luck, she couldn't find. The cave reeked of dead rats, and liquid started to trail out of her nose. "I have a cold! This is so...so..." She tried her best to come up with words, but they only ended up in a sneeze. By the sound of the ominous patting against the cave she knew the rain hadn't stopped and the cave was starting to dim as well.

She knew it. She was going to be a goner. In a few minutes, the cave started to close all source of light. Fionna was scared for the first time in her life. Then she heard footsteps walking towards her from inside the cave. They got closer. Closer. Closer. She was so cold, and wet, and filthy, and she knew she loooked ridiculous. She devoutly hoped that the approaching stranger would prove to be female.

She dared not to look until she knew.

She couldn't turn around if she wanted to, Fionna was petrified with cold and fear. But she did notice that the footsteps had stopped, that or she just couldn't hear them anymore.

"Who on glob's green earth would be coming down this nameless track to nowhere in the middle of a storm? Who's there!" The voice rather demanded, and Fionna felt like she actually knew who was talking. Though, the dizziness was making it harder for her. "That's a bit strange. For sure, the scent led me here." There was a questioning juxtaposition in his voice and not even thinking about it, Fionna croaked out words.

"P-Please, don't hurt me! "

"Who's there?" The vampire king asked, his voice full of uncertainty.

"M-My name is Fiona.."The human girl managed out. "I'm Marshall Lee, son of a demon and king of all vamp- wait like Fionna? Like F-I-O-N-N-A, Fionna?" When the vampire king rounded the big rock and spied his friend soaked, filthy, her ankles deep in muck wet, and mud, worry lit his eyes. He gingerly floated closer to her and wiped of the dirty of her hair.

"D-Don't come any closer!" The girl whimpered. "She looks so fragile." thought Marshall. Fionna was muted, scared to death as she felt something come closer to her and she shivered. "Fifi." The voice said to her and that's when she weakly looked up "Fiona, it's me Marshall. Marshall Lee. The vampire king, your super radical friend, Marshy. The handsome vampire who scares the heck out of everyone." Fionna snorted weakly, but Marshall was still worried. He let out a sigh of relief and watched her closely reach for him.

"What happened to you?" His eyes went soft, his tone turning into a loving tone. The girl didn't respond, but only threw her arms around the vampire and buried her face into his cold chest. The undead king pulled away instantly, looking at her from up to down. "Fionna, you're so hot. Your fever, your body feels like it's-Fionna!" That was the last of last, Fionna heard when she fainted.

"Fionna, hold on." Braced against Marshall Lee, clutching his hand and him simultaneously holding her hand, he scooped her gently up into his arms. With a tap of his feet, he floated out of the cave, unbeknownst to them that even during the storm, their hearts were still beating whenever they were around each other.