Hello out there! This is my first posted fanfic; not my first to write. I hope I do great with my readers. I am a strong believer in the Fiolee army and I'm excited to finally do this fanfic! Of course, I don't want to do a long fic at first, but if you think it's good enough, I'll probs make a sequel. :) Please help me out. Guide me.. Shape me.. to become the Fiolee writer you want to read from. Thank you! I'd also like to thank my bestie Kayla for inspiring me to do this.
Enjoy!
Intro
Marshall Lee was an average teen. Aside from the fact that he was an 1,000 year old vampire, he's frozen at his handsome age of 18. His raven black hair that stopped at his eyes and stopped an inch or two under his ears had all the girls drooling for him. He had "the vampire charm". The only girl in Aaa that saw him as his bud and nothing more was his blonde pal, Fionna. She was turning 17 in a few months and lately, he hadn't seen the same adventuress like he used to. Last time he saw her, which was about one week or so ago, when they hung out to play video games, it hit him. She was stunningly beautiful. He had never crushed so hard on a girl before. It was most of the time the other way around. He doesn't feel the need to tell her. Ever. He doesn't want to ruin the friendship they have.
Chapter 1: Waking To An Annoyance
Marshall woke up in his abode, in his cave, to the sound of a scuffle coming from downstairs. His pointed ears were acute to hearing well being the vampire he is, but he couldn't tell who was on his property. He opened the door of his bedroom that led to the stairs to the living room. He rolled his eyes when he saw that Ashley was on his couch. Instead of worry of an intruder, his emotion changed to an irritated annoyance.
He couldn't stand her. "Ugh. He needs to replace this couch. It kills my back" she said mumbling, guessing that the vampire was still asleep at this time of day. She was unaware of him creeping down the stairs in the "Spooky vampire walk" he taught Fionna when he was pranking her with his old friends. 'She knows she's not suppose to be here' Marshall thought as he began to float into the living room behind Ashley. 'We are done. I don't love her anymore, so why is she here?!'
Ashley smelled Marshall in the room. She wasn't a vampire, but Marshall has his own scent. Like how everyone else does. He smells like the cologne before the war. Something called Abercrombie. She didn't know what it was, she only found out when they were dating and she stayed over many times to hang out.
She turned around, but shrieked to see an angry demon face to scare her. Sharp, pointy teeth jetting out from every angle, black eyes with large red pupils, and bony hands with terrifying claws spooked her skin pale and her hair to black. "What are you doing here, Ashley?!" the vampire demon almost yelling the question at the witch. Fixing her white hair, the greenish skinned girl just grinned at him, "Hey Marshi-Poo!" she wiggled her fingers at him in a childish wave. He sighed and stared for an answer from her.
"Listen. I was just thinking we could get back together. With my new witch powers and you going to rule the Nightosphere, your mom would be proud of our combination as King and Queen. I've already asked her and everything. So, please, will you take me back? I'm sorry for being a butt-of-a-gf to you. I really do love you Marshall. I've always loved you." she said with a caring smile on her lips and pleading eyes towards the Vampire King.
"No Ashley. We've talked about this. I don't love you anymore. You sold the only thing I ever cared about growing up to an evil wizard. You broke my heart. You cheated on me with guys you never knew." he said looking at her as she looked down at the floorboards guilty, her purpose to see him now crushed. "Now get out of my house before I throw you out like last time" Marshall finished with a hiss, clenching his fists at his sides.
Ashley turned towards the door, stopping at the doorway. "I still cannot get over the fact you'd trade a stupid old doll over the only person that cares for you, but now, no one cares about you. You're alone.. and you always will be.. for eternity." the young white haired witch said with a punch in her voice that hurt Marshall. He let her storm off his property. He was still clinging on to the words she spoke before she left. "Eternally alone." He looked through the kitchen window and not a single dyed silver hair in sight. 'She leaves sorta' fast' he thought to himself 'Good.'
Sunlight faded away into darkness. Marshall decided to get dressed and go out for a visit. Dusk was his morning, so at night he's active. He went upstairs and saw Hambo sitting on the desk beside his bed. "You're not a stupid doll. You're my friend." He went towards the bathroom and got a shower. Marshall dried his hair and made sure he looked attractive enough. Brushing his teeth, he realizes he wasn't dressed yet and was standing at the sink with a towel around his waist. After rinsing his mouth, he floats towards his dresser and picks out what to wear.
"Tonight's gonna be fun" he says thinking about his plans. The Creature of The Night loved to create a commotion.
Hello there! I see you must have read Chapter 1. I'm glad! Thank you for at least getting this far. I hope you enjoy Chapter 2. I want your opinion, your love, your help, your support- anything it takes for me to get better at writing this lovely story. Thank you again! :)
Go Fiolee! :D
