"Me? Married? Yeah right, Cake! I think you've been spending too much time with Mocro." Fionna laughed at her sister's asking of her future. Cake then shook her head and sighed, "Whatever you say hun." And with that, the feline was off, leaving for a date with Lord monocromicorn.

Little did Fionna know that a certain vampire was sneaking in as they spoke, hurt by her words slightly he left. Not wanting to talk to her or see her after that he even went to lengths to avoid her phone calls that night. He shouldn't care, right? It should be no surprise that she wouldn't want to settle down and get married, I mean she was only nineteen right?

Wrong.

Marshall took a little red box out of his pocket and threw it against the wall, "God DAMMIT!" Marshall shouted at nobody, Shwabelle jumping off the bed and running off when he did so. "Why can't I just- Ugh!" It took him three months to work up the courage to even go to the lengths of getting the ring, Marshall Lee may not be the nicest or work incredibly hard on the things he does but when it came to Fionna… Oh god, when it came to Fionna he was a mess. Going to extra heights just to make sure everything was perfect for a simple picnic, rushing to her house the minute the twilight enveloped the sky, even staying at her house when she was sick. That's been his routine for a long time now, along with casual teasers and hot makeout sessions but, nobody wants to hear about that…

After his phone rang for the tenth time that night, he gave up, covering his head with a pillow and thinking of what could have happened, the best and worst scenarios. Top at the list was if she said yes, they would live a nice happy life together, and Fionna would die leaving Marshall with a bitter sweet memory and maybe if he was lucky, a child.

Coming in at second would be if she was to say yes and get married, Fionna eventually asking him to turn her and they could live a long immortal life together. Marshall shook his head at the thought, he couldn't put her through that, the pain and suffering of losing her friends and family having nothing left in the world but him.

And then of course there was the option of not asking her, eventually breaking up, and not even having a friendship left. That's definitely the worst one. Another outcome being He does ask her and she rejects him, but it's pretty much the same thing.

Marshall sighed and decided he's had enough for one day, within the first two hours of darkness; he was too emotionally drained to continue. Floating off his bed he strips his over shirt, leaving it on the ground and unbuckles his belt, slipping off his pants and hanging them up. "Oh Fio… why are you so difficult."

Through the night Marshall lay in his bed figuring what to do now, play with his thoughts. Eventually the sun began to rise and he didn't feel like facing this anymore so he just tried to fall asleep, and as easy as that sounds, it didn't really work. He got up floating down to his kitchen, finally eating something after his night of torture. "I should probably eat more regularly…" He grumbled, annoyed at his lack of food.

He eventually found a suitable apple and some strawberry soda, and with a sigh he turned on a movie, a classic that he simply loved… even though it was hundreds of years older than he was but, It was Detroit Rock City. Classic movie with classic rock, and I guess it was the fondness of KISS it's self that made him watch the movie in the first place but It was a grade A movie either way.

He woke up several hours later to a loud knocking at his door, looking to his screen to see that the movie was long over he walked to rewind before going to answer his door.

"Marshall?" Fionna called, causing the vampire to stop in his tracks.

He took a deep breath and opened the door casually, leaning on the door frame and looking down at the young human. "Yes?"

"Marshall you didn't answer my calls last night... I was…. Worried." She blushed at her thoughts and the realization of Marshall's missing clothes. It wasn't the first time she's seen him like this but honestly, it's not something she could really get used to. "Listen Fi, I wasn't in the mood, kay?" He sighs and rolls his eyes, unable to really look at her full on.

"Marshall… What's wrong?" Making an advance to take hold of his arm and make him look at her. "Fionna it's nothing okay just some… Family shit." He grumbled, usually at a time like this he'd stuff his hands in his pockets, but seeing as he couldn't do that he just left the room, Fionna standing on the porch.

Quickly floating into his room and picking up the ring box, Marshall brought it to his heart. Guarding it as if that's the thing keeping him alive, the ring, the proposal, no... It was in fact Fionna.