The Former Vampire Queen
Scaling an 870-foot building had not been in the Vampire Queen's plans for that night. Well, former queen. Now, some asshole had taken her place and just about everything else belonging to her. She glanced down at the ground, stretched about 700 feet below, and gave an exasperated sigh.
Being the vampire that she was, Marceline should have been able to fly up. Unfortunately, thanks to the new king that was not going to happen.
Muttering aloud, the scantily clad woman voiced how the Vampire King should do something quite not anatomically correct to himself."Almost there," Marceline grunted out, panting as she attempted to reach the penthouse.
Although she was very much so physically inclined, when she finally grasped the top window of the building the ravenette thought she was going to hurl."That. Was. Exhausting," She panted out. Her eyes traveled up to the large, glass pane window secured by a heavy metal lock.
Crouching down, Marceline started crawling towards the lock. If she still had all the benefits of being a vampire, getting in would be easy. Millions of different options flooded her brain, most including doing some major damage to this window. However, she settled on a special flaming red lighter to burn the lock.
"Crow bar, pole, baseball bat, battering ram, stick, knife, hockey stick, bowling ball, chainsaw, glass vase, a can opener, and just my damn-" Marceline paused to start melting the metal lock- "fist could bash this window into pieces if I still had my immortality." Glaring at the lock, Marceline questioned the pent house's security. Within seconds, the metallic lock burst into a billion tiny pieces, blowing up in her face. The ravenette winced at the minor explosion; after all, if her cover was blown she would be screwed, figuratively, of course.
Gently, Marceline slipped herself through the window, landing silently on the shimmering glass floor. She glanced around the room for a few seconds, catching glimpses of shiny wooden cabinets and a glimmering glass stove. "Someone expects me," murmured the young woman, hesitating with every step taken in the enormous room.
Placed on top of a marble counter sat a bowl full of juicy, red strawberries. They appeared freshly washed, glinting in the little light given by the moon. Bending down, Marceline retrieved from her stiletto thigh-high boots a hot pink revolver, automatically fingering the trigger as she raised it with both hands towards the bowl.
She exhaled deeply, and then counted. One: the glint of a knife in the distance; two: the shuffling of feet; three: the knife hurled towards her at an impossible speed. Swiftly, she fired, followed by a hasty duck from the knife.
"You bitch," Seethed a feminine voice in the darkness, then a moan.
"Would be a lie if I said I hadn't heard that before Jessica, why the hell are you doing your man's dirty work? Tied him up again, huh," Mocked Marceline, fingering her pistol in hand. Confidence bubbled up in her as she strutted towards the moaning figure.
"Water bullets, Abadeer. Had that been necessary," Groaned the voice, hissing in pain as smoke seared of her skin in the pitch-black room. Her breath hitching as she asked.
"Sweetie, you threw a knife doused in holy water at me. I think we were both prepared." Searching the room, her eyes scoured for any sort of rope."Do you have any curtains around here? I need something to tie you up well I find your damn oblivious husband."
"NO!" The voice screeched. "NO! If you touch him, I will burn you alive. Scorch of your scrawny vampire ass and then throw you out into the sun for additional pleasure." Her voice quivered, yet passion and deep loathe ignited each threat Jessica gave.
"As much as I just love this little love fest, I got to warn your husband about his ex-girlfriend. You know, the one you traumatized and forced into hiding?" Replied Marceline dryly.
"Screw Bonnibel, and by that I do mean literally-"Began Jessica in a groggy voice.
"Huh, didn't know you were into that Flame." The ravenette snickered. "Well, although you're lesbian love stories are very interesting. I have to go have a little chat with Finn."
"THE VAMPIRE KING ALREADY HAS HER, YOU ARROGANT BITCH! YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SAVE HER ABADEER, ALONG WITH YOUR THRONE," Cackled the Flame Queen, choking on her laughter every few seconds.
Something broke in Marceline, her self-control snapped in half and all she could see was red. She stomped over to the wounded woman and shot another bullet in her gut with the pistol, then another targeted where her sparkling crimson gem lied.
"You know Jessica how you can't even kiss your husband for more than a few seconds without his entire face burning? Well, I had sex with him." At this statement, a smug grin played on her lips for a few seconds.
"So just, imagine that when you slowly suffocate to death. Okay?" Spat the livid, young woman; pausing only to kick at the moaning bitch. Briskly, she turned on her stiletto heel and sashayed out of the kitchen, towards the master bedroom. Smirking to herself at the reaction the supercilious Flame Queen had.
Awaiting Marceline appeared an enormous, wooden door; decorated with a sparkling doorknob. Gradually, she turned the doorknob and entered the room.
A king-sized bed covered half of the room, with a mirrored closet door on the other. Oddly enough, the room appeared simplistic and modern with little clues to the extravagant kitchen outside.
She tiptoed to the bed, and then lifted aside a plush white comforter to reveal the face of the Flame King. He had a tiny close-lipped smile on his face, the corners curving upward only slightly. Messy, golden locks surrounded his face, reminding Marceline of some sort of angel- or hero.
Sighing, the ravenette reached out and twirled one finger around a single lock of hair. "Finn…"