A Series of Unexpected Occurrences
(Sequel to "A Series of Unexpected Events")
I don't own Adventure Time
By: werewolf6780
Marshall yawned and walked out of his cave. "Freaking sunlight." he hissed at the rapidly disappearing sunset. He shook out the lichen from his hair and sighed. He looked around. He was about a mile from Fiona's house, but the adventurer was probably out at the late hour. Cake was usually with Fiona, but he hadn't seen Fiona in weeks. She seemed to be avoiding him. He rubbed his eyes and began the trek to her house. He floated up to Fiona's window (she always forgot to lock it) and froze. There was a note flipping in the cool wind, taped to the window. It smelled very faintly of Fiona and the outdoors. Some of the writing was faint and blurred. The paper was crinkled from being in the rain and dried by the sun, but it was still legible.
Hey Marshall,
I'm sorry. I'll be back soon. If you're reading this, you can come in. We need to talk anyway…but there's cherry pie in the fridge if you want.
-Fiona
Marshall smiled and pulled the note from the windowpane. Some of the ink was runny and faded, and the paper wrinkled from being in the rain, but it was still legible.
"Little bunny…are you trying to trick me?" he murmured, the crisp wind taking his words.
He opened the window and floated in, knowing that she would be out for a while yet. Her home was warm, contrasting with the chill of the frost outside. Marshall felt his body adjust slowly to the warmer temperature.
He sighed and flopped on her bed.
Why are you suddenly so eager to see me Fi? After you avoided me for nearly a month…what changed…to make you miss me? Did you discover my trick to have you all to myself? On the other hand… is it my venom calling to you, making you desire me again? Was I wrong…to inject you…and make you need me…in fear that you would leave me?
Soon the vampire was sleeping peacefully, enveloped in Fiona's scent.
Fiona arrived home, stripping off her boots on the welcome mat to let the snow dissolve. She unwound her scarf, peeled off her gloves, pulled off her backpack, and pulled off her long coat. Cake crawled out from her pocket, and stretching to her normal size with her fur fluffed enormously.
"Giiiirl what is wrong with you? There is nothing fun about the cold and wet and ugh! I'm going to SLEEP. At least my dreams are warm…," she grumbled, crawling up on the couch to curl up, her tail thrown over her face.
Fiona smiled. "Don't be such a wimp. Snow is fun! Besides, you know how Ice Queen gets when it snows. Those snow women might have reached the candy kingdom before spring."
"Hmpf!" was Cake's only response.
Fiona rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. I'm going to my room so that I can get my feet warmed up, if you need me."
She walked up to her room, rubbing her neck. It was throbbing again with that pleasant…want. She stopped halfway up the steps, breathing deeply. She felt her wrists start to throb.
"Damn!" she whispered, crouching on the stair, grasping her wrist.
She whimpered as she felt the throbbing intensify, the ache building unusually high. She groaned, feeling her body warm. Her breath came fast.
"No…no…stop it…" she whispered, pleading with her disobedient body. She scratched at her wrist, desperate to relieve the pressure building her. She pounded up the steps, hissing at the throb. She felt her thighs begin to throb, along with her temples.
"Ungh! It's never been…this…bad…before…" she panted, wobbling up the last two steps.
She stopped dead at the top. Marshall…was in her bed. She stared at him, examining him. He had on ripped blue jeans, his trusty red converse, and a red and black plaid shirt. He was lying on his left side, with his right hand gripping the furs of her bed. His face had the same vulnerable expression she had first seen on him…those weeks ago…when they were trapped in his home by the odd snowstorm. She felt her blood pound, making her fall to her knee at the pain. The need to relieve the pressure was worse than it had ever been before. Her vision blurred at the edges. She groaned and crawled into her bathroom, throwing the wood door shut.
"UNGH! Glob…ah…" she groaned, blindly searching…needing…
Her hand clasped the pointed scissors from the sink, an ephemeral burst of relief surging through her at the feel of the cool metal. She turned, her back to the sink, and held the scissors open, pushing one of the blades against her wrist, next to the other lines she had made…she forced it down, groaning as she felt it pierce her skin…she waited for the throbbing to fade…but it only intensified.
"Agh!" she whimpered, staring as the thin trail of blood dripped off her wrist. The throbbing felt as if she had become her own heart, the heat and throbbing so intense, she felt tears drip, mixing with the blood on her wrist. She felt like her blood was on fire, surging inside her, begging to break out. She let a low moan escape her lips, sounding like a defeated animal. She shut the scissors, so that the blades lay next to each other, and stabbed down, puncturing her wrist. A small bust of relief speared through her. She ignored the pain and viciously stabbed down at her wrist again, and again…until she heard the door fling open. She gasped, her heart pounding. She felt the scissors ripped from her hand.
"No!" she begged, seeing her only relief thrown into the bathtub.
She glared at Marshall, his hands wrapped tightly around her bleeding wrist, her pain remounting.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing Fiona? Do you want to die!" he snarled, his eyes widening as he assessed the amount of blood already pooled on the floor.
"No! I just want the pain to stop! Agh!" She groaned, the throbbing building in her again. She scratched at his hands, desperation driving her to cause his blackened blood to sluggishly crawl from the scratches she inflicted on him.
"PLEASE!" she begged, thrashing in his hold.
"Fiona. Stop." He snarled, his tone holding all the command of a vampire ensnaring the panic-thrown mind of a human.
"I know how to make the pain go away, ok?"
"Please…" she whimpered, a cold sweat accumulating on her already clammy skin.
Marshall hissed and sank his fangs into Fiona's wrist, her body jerking at the icy wash that crawled through her veins, she felt the pressure fade into a pleasurable hum, the feel of his teeth eradicating all her pain.
"Oh…" she murmured, diving into the golden sea that enveloped her.
Marshall watched as the girl's grimace jumped to shock and slowly melted to bliss, before she went limp – losing consciousness to the high he had given her. He pulled his fangs from the girls flesh, watching as his venom covered her glaring wound in a blurry membrane. It would begin healing her within seconds with all the power he had channeled into it. He felt his head spin slightly at the sudden usage of so much power. He stared at the edges of her wound, where the sides of healing cuts could be seen. He pulled her sleeve up…only to see her arm lined with shallow cuts, some obviously deeper than others. He jerked at the sight of her flesh, once so beautiful, now marred by lines that screamed of desperation to escape the pain…pain he had caused her. He had never fed more than once from a human. Had he known the consequences she would face, he never would have pierced her flesh the first time – no matter her appeal. He fearfully rolled up her other sleeve. It was, thankfully, free of marks. He sighed in relief at that small miracle, and gazed at Fiona's ravaged arm. He could see even older lines – lines that were shallow and left just the hint of a pink line. Her first cuts had been shallow, and grew with deepness as her need intensified. He stared down at her wound, his venom was already forcing her body's regenerative abilities into overdrive to close the wound. She would have a bruise there, but it thankfully wouldn't scar. He stared at the line on her arm – some were definitely going to scar, leaving a white line across her peachy flesh, unless he helped her. He held the limp girl's arm and began licking at the shallowest cuts, which faded into nonexistence in mere seconds. The deeper cuts took a few moments, but they closed and faded completely soon enough. He stared down at the girl, the girl whom he had teased, fought, and laid with in his bed for days. He sighed and sat with his back pressed against the door. The room reeked of her. It was making him sick with the scent of desperation and fear at being found out. The blood puddled on the floor masked the refreshing scent of her relief.
"Ugh…this scent…is disgusting." He growled, grabbing a white towel from the small bathroom closet and mopping up the girls spilled rubies. He lifted her, mopping her previous residence with his foot. His task accomplished, he kicked the towel into the bathtub, along with the bloodied shears. He carried Fiona to her bed and gingerly laid the resting girl onto the furs.
"Fi, what have you done to yourself?" he whispered, holding her wounded wrist in his hand. The wound was mostly closed, but still very shiny with his venom.
"This…is not a solution. The good thing to do would be to get that terbonerd Gumball to make a serum or something to eradicate my venom from her...but, I never claimed to be good." He whispered to the darkness, holding vigil beside the mortal beauty. However, deep inside, he admitted to himself that he wanted Fiona to need him, even if it was only to relieve her of himself. He sighed. When she awoke…she would likely accuse him of his crime. He curled up with his arms around his legs, gazing at the only girl to spark his interest since his mother's death. Too soon…he would have to face her, and likely be beaten to a pulp, knowing Fiona. He shook his head and rubbed his face, hating the fact that he would grow weary when the sun rose. If she chose to attack him, he would be at the disadvantage since he wouldn't be able to go near the windows or escape outside without his life perishing. "You've really got yourself into it now." He muttered to himself as he waited for the girl to awaken.
Fiona awoke to a pleasant haze. She felt like she was floating in pool of water so clear and pure that she was filled with nothing but a cool serenity. She sighed and stared at the golden sky, wishing that she could simply exist there…but she could see the sky growing brighter, warmer…she felt hands clamp around her wrist, dragging her into the blackened waters before she could scream. When she opened her eyes, she was under the water, but didn't feel the need to breathe. Marshall was floating in front of her, partially obscured in the shadows from the entrance to a cave. He gestured, crooking his finger to her, before he dissolved from her view. "What?" she whispered, bubbles emerging with each word. She swam into the cave, immediately losing all sight. She went to turn around, wanting the light back – only to realize the entrance was gone, her entryway looking more like the back of a cave than an entrance. She was trapped. She swam quickly in her fear, only to suddenly fall into a bathtub. "Oompf !" She huffed, having the breath knocked out of her. She looked up to see the blackened water she had fallen through seal up...and look as just another part of the stone ceiling. "What?" she whispered, confusion wracking her. She felt two arms snake around her and pull her flush against a body. She opened her mouth to scream, only to have a pale hand strike quickly covering her mouth before she could even draw in a breath. "Shh…don't be afraid my little morsel. I won't harm you…I promissssse… I do want you though…you are so sweet, like a flower caught in the rain. An innocence which, like a butterfly, is so easily crushed." Marshall murmured into her ear, his words like gravel, slithering from his mouth.
"What?" she whimpered, turning to see his face. His face was not the one she had come to know, it was one of voracious hunger. His fangs were protruding from his mouth obscenely, glaringly white. His eyes were a much more volatile demonic presence than she had ever seen. His eyes looked like they wanted to devour her soul. He hissed, his tongue dripping a blackened substance.
"Oh…g…g…"
"No, no we mustn't say his name…he has no place in hell my pet." He cooed, stroking her cheek with his frigid finger, cutting her with its curved claw.
"Ow! Marshall why are you-"
"No, no you don't understand. I am not Marshall, I am simply his venom, his demonic auora pervading your body. Sinking into you. Tainting you. Isn't it delicious?" he crooned in his twisted voice.
"G-get off me!" she screamed, watching as his face contorted with a hiss, flinching away from her, shielding its visage with its hands. She was pulled from the bathtub by a warm but firm hand.
"Quickly, this way!" a calming voice called to her. She stared at this Marshall, struck by his appearance. He was not ghastly pale, nor were his eyes demonic in such a horrifying way. The boy pulled her behind a jagged marble pillar, long ago broken.
"He shouldn't be able to pass beyond here. You're safe." He soothed her.
"Um…." She whispered gazing at this strange side of Marshall. His skin was warm and though paler than she, definitely not his usual deadened tone. His eyes were red, but reminded her more of the red you see when you close your eyes on a sunny day, rather than the chilling blood look of the demonic Marshall. His smile was just slightly too white, his fangs very subtle. His hair was a little longish than she was used to – it hung over his right eye and he kept brushing it back. He smiled at her, making his whole face light up.
"Are you hurt?" he asked, his concern dripping from his tone.
"J-just a scratch…" she murmured, staring at this strange creature. He scrunched up his expression and then smiled, snapping his fingers.
"I've got just the thing!" he said cheerfully and very gently kissed her cheek. Warmth spread from the kiss until she felt like her whole body was gently caressed by the sun.
"There. That…ah, should…augh…do it…" he gasped, coughing and falling to one knee.
"Oh glob! Marshall! Are you ok?" she asked, bending down to the shuddering boy.
"Yeah…ah…'m fine…just…angh…need a minute…" he wheezed, shuddering, as an identical cut to the one Fiona had received appeared on his cheek, three times deeper than her own had been. Bright red blood dripped from the wound, staining the boy's white shirt.
"Marshall seriously-"
"'S not my name…ah…I'm not Marshall, I'm just…ah…his humanity."
"But…that other thing-"
"Was my other half. He's the hate and sadness inside Marshall…I'm the other side. I suppose I should thank you for freeing me."
"Freeing you? But you saved me!"
"Well not really, I couldn't just sit there and let you get hurt…after all silly bunny – you're the only reason I was released from that cage." He whispered, stroking her cheek lightly.
She stared at him, worrying more as the wound on his cheek continued to flow…
"You shouldn't look so worried, I'll be fine as soon as the sun rises. Promise me you won't be too put out with Marshall though, alright?"
"Uh…alright…" she murmured, confusion circling in her mind.
She felt the peculiar boy hold her very close, hugging her gently but strongly – as if he didn't want to let her go. She felt his warm lips brush her ear. "Fiona," he breathed, "wake up." She felt herself being pulled from the boy's arms, lifting her up in the light, as the warm-hearted boy released her, his surroundings grew darker. In the shadows, she saw a flash of rabid red eyes…creeping towards the sweet boy…
"No!" She woke with a start, her heart pounding. She gripped the furs of her bed tightly, confirming to herself that she was awake. "Oh Glob…" she whispered, rubbing her face to dispel the vision. She looked around, surprised to see that it was just becoming dawn…the sun's light peeking over the horizon. At the foot of the bed was a black wolf, curled up, whimpering in its sleep. Its legs thrashed as the whines careened from its muzzle in such a heartbreaking concerto that she shook the beast awake. It jerked upright upon seeing her and looked around. It's dark red eyes were deeply apologetic, reminding her of the boys from her dream…his eyes were dangerous, but the intent behind them was kind. A perfect balance.
"Marshall?" she whispered, fearing he would proclaim himself as some piece in the whole.
He shifted back to his most common form, floating a couple inches from her bed with his legs crossed. He smiled gently.
"Hey. How are you feeling?"
":I'm…fine…I think…" she murmured, looking at her wrist. The wound was gone…she pulled up her sleeve to look at her arm, shocked to see the skin unmarked.
"Did you do this?" she asked
"Yes…I suppose…what you wanted to talk about…?" he said uneasily, glancing at her bedroom window.
"I…was going to ask you…some things…but…now I can see how…conflicted you are. You…need someone…to care about, right?" Fiona whispered, crawling to Marshall.
She wrapped her arms around him firmly, holding him close.
"Marshall…that's ok…that you can't keep the demon inside in check…"
"Don't say that. I can see it in your eyes. You…you hate me. I'm a…I'm what my father always desired me to be – a monster."
"Shh…no…don't say things like that." She whispered, leaning in…stopping with their lips a hairs-breath away…
"Please don't."
"Why?"
"I don't want to…taste you."
"Yes you do."
"I shouldn't"
"Can you actually prevent yourself from the want…?"
"Yes."
"Marshall…don't lie. Don't lie…"
"I…"
"Shh…" she soothed him, slowly melding her lips to his cool and unresponsive ones.
She continue to kiss him gently until she felt his tears drip onto her own cheek.
"Marshall…lay with me."
"No, I won't hurt you again, don't make me, don't let me dose you up again…it might wear off if I stay away, if I-"
"Shh…Marshall…I want you."
"W-what? Why?"
"Because I am the only light strong enough to hold your demons at bay. Let me do this for you…let me…let me save your humanity." She whispered, pulling him with her as she laid back, kissing the darkened tears from his cheeks. "I've been dreaming about you…a lot…lately…," she whispered between gentle kisses.
"Oh really? What kind of dreaming would that be?" he whispered, his tone dark.
"Dreams that make me wake up, aching, remembering you…remembering us together on that perfectly snowy night…did you always intend to make me your prey, or was it the fact that you feared for me, wanted something to protect…but not something that would die easily…" she whispered, running her teeth along his jaw.
"Well you know how it is…when a wolf sees a rabbit…the chase is on."
"Then come and get me." Fiona growled, ripping open his shirt, smoothing her palms along his chest.
"Fiona," he growled "don't tempt me."
"I'm not tempting you, I'm demanding that you fix what you've done! Your venom is inside me, making my blood ache to be drank and my body disobey me…I can't even gain my own release because of you. So…give me, what you're forcing me to need." She moaned, stripping off her shirt.
"Fi…"
"Please?" she whispered
She could see Marshall war with himself, both sides of his soul needing her, needing her for different reasons, but needing her all the same.
"Fiona…I don't know what a continued exposure to my venom will do you, or if due to my venom, your mind will be susceptible to my commands…or my body."
"Then make me yours." She whispered, roughly biting his lip.
"Are you sure…you want that…? Or am I already affecting you, making you think that you need me?"
Fiona shook her head and unhooked her bra, sliding off her shoes, stockings and skirt, hating that she had to squirm to get it off. She felt Marshall's hand grip her ankle and pull her towards him.
"What do you think you're doing?" he purred, crawling between her legs. He gently kissed her lips, groaning at the feel of her heat soaking into him.
"I just…need…"
"I know…I know. I would be cruel…to deny you…in such a state." he whispered, pulling off his pants. He pushed himself against her, the thin fabric of her panties the only thing keeping her from him. He licked her neck, grazing her hip with his nail.
"Why do you even wear these?" he whispered, tearing her panties off her.
Fiona moaned, arching, needing…
"Please…" she whispered.
"Not yet…" he murmured, kissing her ear.
"Marshall…"
"No…" he whispered, sliding himself along her folds, stilling every time she bucked.
She whined in frustration.
He kissed her neck, gently sliding his fangs over her pulse, and held her mounds in his hands. He flicked her nipples, sensitized due to his cooler flesh, making her squirm under him, trying to gain release. He kissed his way down to her stomach and slid his tongue in her belly button, expectantly making her gasp. He slid a finger into her, making her moan.
"Not…enough…" she groaned, bucking against his gentle ministrations.
He slid another finger into her and began slowly moving them in and out of her glistening folds. The fur below her was dampened with her juices. He groaned and growled, hating that she felt so damn good, his memories of the dreams that passed since her departure…all the built up fantasies of having her…
She huffed and grabbed his wrist, pulling his fingers from her. She pushed him back roughly and mounted him, glaring into his eyes. She poised herself above him, his tip twitching at the proximity of her entrance. He hissed at the tease, sliding his tongue out to lick up her stomach. She smiled and slid herself slowly down on him. He gasped, his nails digging into her hips as he writhed with the slow torment. He gasped, feeling her raise and lower herself, using his chest to help her keep her balance. She kept up a slow but steady pace, driving Marshall to hiss and snarl with need. She stopped, her legs shaking.
"I'm kinda tired…" she panted. She felt Marshall flip her over and slide into her again, moaning.
"So…soft…" he groaned, nuzzling her neck.
He pumped into her quickly, moaning at the sensation of her tightening.
It had been too long…
He groaned, hugging her close to him, and sank his fangs deeply into her neck.
He heard her moan and tasted her as she came in his arms. She tasted like a honey, warmed in the sun, and rosy with the petals from which it was made.
He felt himself drowning in her flavor, her essence; he ached as he felt her heart force his heart to beat. He shuddered, thrusting into her, feeling his blood surge through him. He growled and pulled his fangs and himself from her, flipping her over, and sliding into her again from behind. He struck again, his fangs piercing the other side of her neck, making her gasp and buck against the bed at the sensation. He drank deeply, feeling himself pour into her, both his seed and his venom. He pulled his teeth from her and ripped open his wrist with his teeth, holding it to her mouth.
"If you truly desire…to be by my side…then drink." He whispered, feeling Fiona tremble under him.
"Not tonight." She whispered shakily.
Marshall stared as the wound on his wrist and her neck healed rapidly. He slid his tongue along her neck and whispered, "Very well…though I make no promises that you'll continue not to desire my blood…it seems that we shall find out precisely what regular feedings from a vampire…will do to a human…" he whispered, licking her neck gently. "However, if you wish time to take you way, I will respect your decision to remain mortal. To remain…vulnerable…and warm." He murmured, kissing her shoulder.
The lover's fell asleep in each other's arms.
*Later that day*
Cake walked into Fiona's room, staring at her window.
"Why are the curtains shut?" she asked, glancing over to the bed, seeing the lovers together.
"WHAT THE-" She gasped, having Marshall flit over and cover her mouth.
"Shh…don't wake Fiona. She's exhausted." He purred.
She roughly pulled his hand away. "What the hell do you think you're doing with my-!" Marshall silenced her again.
"Silence feline! Allow me to dress and I'll explain…some. But if you wake her now there will be deadly consequences. Am I clear?" he whispered.
Cake felt her fur prickle, his demonic presence raking across her with his threat.
"Fine! But if you hurt her I will-!"
"What did I say? Silence! Wait in the kitchen. While you're at it, make some food. Fiona will need food when she wakes." He ordered, turning his back to her and pulling on his pants, not bothering with his boxers.
Cake fluffed indignantly and grumbled all the way down the steps.
Moments after she had started mixing the ingredients for pancake batter, she smelled Marshall enter.
"Would it kill you not to float everywhere?" she grumbled.
Marshall chuckled. "You don't want to know what happens if my power goes unused for too long. Its safer to use little everyday by floating rather than allow it to build up. If it builds up for too long, I'll wind up killing people."
Cake's tail fluffed monstrously.
"S-seriously? No joke?" she asked, shocked t the trivia.
"Yes. Now then. You want to know why I'm in your little sister's bed with her, right?"
Cake hissed at him and unsheathed her claws.
"I'm sure you remember Fiona speaking of a snow storm, right?"
"Well…yeah…but that was like a month ago-"
"When you and your LM were having some alone time, right?"
Cake turned to glare at him.
"What's it to you bat face?"
"Your little rendezvous sent Fiona to fend for herself. I knew Ice Queen would be fooling around and was trying to ah…catch a late night snack before preparing for the onslaught. I stumbled across Fiona, dripping wet. She had been wandering for hours. I asked if she wanted to spend the night at my place. She agreed. However, Ice Queen's meddling went a bit overboard. We were trapped for days. Stuff…happened…and it's created a problem. She needs me around, at least for now. If you want proof, all you have to do is ask her or you could just look in the bathtub. I showed up last night because she asked me to." He stated, pulling the crumpled note from his pocket, showing her. "Soon after I arrived, I found her cutting herself viciously with a pair of scissors. I stopped her and inadvertently discovered our little problem. If I leave, she'll be driven to cut again or suffer agony if she doesn't."
Cake added chocolate chips to the pancake mix, mulling over the vampire's words and frowned, reading the note. If she had made sure Fiona had somewhere to go, it never would have happened. She sighed and sat the mixing bowl down.
"Fine. I'm checking the bathroom." She huffed, stretching up the stairs and into the bathroom. The first thing she noticed was the stench. There was a stale but still dizzying scent of desperation and fear. She crawled over to the bathtub and looked in. She felt her stomach drop at the sight of the stained towel and bloodied scissors. She has seen Fiona just yesterday with the same scissors. When Cake asked why she had them, she said she just found them left out but…now…Cake looked over to the sleeping Fiona. She was breathing deeply in her slumber. Cake stretched above her sister and checked her neck. Both sides had two pink dots. She stretched back down to the kitchen and stared at Marshall.
"What?"
"You bit her!"
Marshall licked his lips. "She's delicious." He purred.
Cake hissed, slashing at the vampire.
"Don't you dare touch my Fiona, my baby!" she snarled.
Marshall easily dodged her, grinning.
"She asked – no, she begged me to bite her. So before you try to scratch me, try asking her." He laughed, landing behind the scantily clad Fiona who, wearing just an oversized T-shirt, had just emerged from the stairs. Fiona rubbed her eyes.
"What's going on?" she murmured, looking solemn.
Marshall wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him.
"Morning Fi." He purred, kissing her neck, much to the anger of Cake.
Fiona's eyes lit up. "You stayed!" she gasped, hugging him tightly.
Marshall chuckled. "Well it's not like I could leave with the sun up…not that I would want to." He murmured, kissing her forehead.
Fiona nuzzled his shoulder and whispered "Thanks."
Marshall smiled and pulled her against his body until he suddenly felt her go stiff.
"Fiona?"
"Uhhhh…." Fiona squeaked, slowly turning in his arms to face Cake.
"Hey…Cake…" she said nervously.
"GIIIIIIIRRRRLLL! WHAT THE PLOP WERE YOU THINKING?!"
"Uhhhh….that…I…um….needed somewhere to stay and that Marshall was nice and I really kinda wish I hadn't woken up coz my legs still feel kinda like jelly was….um…what I was thinking…"
"Yeah, yeah you getting it on with the vamp is old news – what the plop were you doing with those scissors! Why did you…why didn't you tell me?"
"Oh…I just wanted the pressure to go way…but I feel fine now! It used to happen as soon as the sun started rising or setting…but I feel a lot better thanks to Marshall…no worries…right?"
"What are you gonna do when…you know…you start showing? And don't deny nything coz I can smell him all over you!"
Marshall and Fiona gave her blank stares.
"What? It's not as if you guys used a condom from what I could tell!"
Marshall smiled. "Cake, upside of being technically dead. I shoot duds. No worries. You think I would make Fiona a mom at seventeen?"
Cake stared.
"That's…convenient…who wants pancakes?!"
Fiona smiled. "Oh! Pancakes! I'm starved!"
*approximately 5 minutes later*
"Careful, their hot." Cake warned.
Fiona snarfed down two stacks of pancakes before sighing contentedly
"Ahhh…ok, I'm better." She murmured.
Marshall laughed and sucked the red from a strawberry.
"So…what are we doing today?" Fiona asked.
"We need to see Gumwad." Marshall muttered, throwing Fiona the pallid strawberry.
Fiona coughed and chewed the strawberry before asking "Why?"
"We need to get my venom out of you before it really starts messing with you."
"YOU'RE VENEMOUS? LIKE A SNAKE? I HATE SNAKES!" Cake hissed, her back arched and her fur fluffed.
Fiona and Marshall stared at the agitated cat.
"It's not like she's going to drop dead. My venom is a side effect of my lineage. It's done to allow my power inside of whoever I bite. It's done so that I can erase the memories and heal anyone I bite…if I choose to keep them alive, that is." He explained.
"Yeah. And it doesn't hurt, Cake. I always have really nice dreams after he bites me." Fiona said, smiling.
"Enough dillydallying. Fiona, go get dressed." Marshall ordered.
The girls stared at him.
"What's 'dillydallying'?" Cake and Fiona asked in unison.
Marshall slapped his forehead. "Showing my age I guess. Just…stop messin' around. I'll need to hide in your backpack since you guys don't have anything I can wear outside. Well? Don't just stand there. Go!" he huffed, falling back onto the air, floating. He yawned.
"If you don't want me to help you dress, and mind you I only undress, get your cute little ass up there before I get snackish." He growled, his eyes closed.
Fiona squeaked and ran up the stairs.
"That's what I thought." He huffed.
*At the Candy Kingdom*
"Hey PG, you in?" Fiona yelled.
"Certainly. How can I be of assistance today to my favorite adventurer?" Prince Gumball asked, bowing.
"Shut the curtains."
"Uh…alright. What is this about?" the prince asked, closing the curtains to his laboratory.
"Ok…don't freak out ok?"
"Alright. I vow to remain calm."
"Marshall is venomous…and he bit me…a lot…at least three or four or five times…and now his venom has me all messed up…so, do you think you could get it out of me before his power infiltrates me and messes me up?"
*Silence*
"YOU WHHHAAAAAAATTTT?!" the prince screeched.
Marshall crawled out of Fiona's backpack and reformed. He smiled and waved at the prince.
"'Sup Gumbutt? What's with the face? You heard the girl. We need to get my venom out of her before it starts giving me power over her."
"How could you do this to her? To someone so beautiful and strong and –"
The prince fell back, holding his face. Marshall hissed, making the prince flinch.
"Y-you hit me…" he whispered, holding his injured cheek.
"Marshall! You can be doing stuff like that it's-" yelled Fiona
"SIT." Marshall growled at her.
"What? I'm not going to sit just because you-"
"Iubeo discumbere. Iure meo, quod daemon imperium." He snarled.
(Don't forget to use google translate – Latin!)
Fiona's face went blank as she sat down on the floor.
Cake fluffed. "Woah! Fiona, baby! What did you do to her? Sex is one thing but I won't let you control her like some puppet you demon!" Cake hissed, jumping at Marshall.
"Ego sum a dæmonio liberarem. Audite vocem meam:. Silete a." he snarled.
Cake froze and her fur relaxed. She stared blankly in front of her in silence.
"What…what did you to them?!"
"It's only temporary on the feline. I could keep it up for a few hours on the girl because my power resonates in my body and my venom is simply a product of it. However, I'm not doing this because I'm cruel or evil like you think, I can see it on your face so don't deny it. I'm doing this because we don't have time to argue. Fiona received three doses of my venom one month ago. She received three more last night." He licked his lips, much to the abhorrence of the prince. "So, what I'm saying is, you need to intervene before I wind up making her mine. If I bind her with my blood, and a few muttered words, I'll be able to influence her and call her to me by tricking her mind into thinking she wants to go to me. I don't want to take her free will away. But if my venom stays inside her I won't have a choice because, as I'm sure Peppermint Maid has informed you, a demon's job is to make a contract. If she is willing to give me what I want then I will want to, in turn, give her what she wants by making a contract. The problem is that my venom makes her desire me. I want her. I want her enough that I would give her small doses of my blood over time to stop her aging. If she were to actually die, she would just turn into a vampire…but…she doesn't want that. She…I won't make her…I don't want to make her…DAMMIT she deserves better ok? So just, fix her! Get me out of her! Give her, her freedom back and give me mine so this…this PAIN will go the hell away!"
Gumball rose up from the floor and dusted off his shoulders.
"I'll need sample to know what I'm isolating from her blood stream. I'll also attempt to construct something that could block the effects of the venom…but for now, I'll be performing a lot of tests on the both of you. I don't like you. That's no secret. I also don't trust you in the least around myself, Fiona, or the candy people. Therefore…if you really want to cure her, you'll have to stay in the cell under my laboratory. Is that tolerable?"
The two stared at each other, the Prince, determined, Marshall, baring his fangs.
"…yes."
"Then please proceed to the chamber." Gumball murmured, pulling a small lever in the wall. A panel in the floor moved, showing a small staircase. Marshall squeezed his eyes shut tightly, hating the desire to rip the Prince's head off. He placed one foot on the first stair and murmured "You'll have to either force me to use my power or drain my blood daily…otherwise my power will build and I'll be able to escape regardless of what you do. Also, I'll eventually wind up influencing Fiona…so whatever she says or does…don't blame her." He then proceeded down the stairs. At the end of the stairs were what seemed to be a long hall of cells. The Prince followed him with a torch in hand. At the end of the hall, was a large door. It swung open when the prince solved a mathematical equation and scanned his hand. Inside the room was a wooden plank, floating against the wall. Marshall walked up to the seemingly wooden plank and put his hand through it. It separated around his hand, avoiding the blow.
"It solidifies for exactly three hours every four hours. If you attempt to sleep on the floor, you will receive an electroshock. It's to keep you in a deprived state so that you will lose your physical and mental fortitude over time. The ceiling is lined with lights that can induce UV rays, similar to that of the sun – causing you certain pain or death of necessary. If at any time you become a threat, I will not hesitate to administer pain to you. Are we clear?"
"Perfectly, Pinkie."
"Please open your mouth."
Marshall opened his mouth, resisting gritting his teeth. The prince placed a vial against both his teeth and sneered as the transparent venom dripped sluggishly from his teeth. He took out a needle and took a blood sample. His blood looked nearly black in the syringe.
The prince walked towards the door and muttered "I'll begin testing immediately. Your ration will be delivered tomorrow evening." Before shutting Marshall in the pitch black cell.
In the darkness, two rabid red eyes glowed.