The Immortal Bond Chapter 2: Those Horrid 7 Years, an adventure time with finn and jake fanfic

The Immortal Bond: Those Horrid 7 Years

P.O.V mostly of Marceline the Vampire Queen, but Marshall Lee has one in this chapter (:

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Here goes Chapter Two!

After 7 year of waiting (felt like 10) Marshall came back. MARSHALL LEE CAME BACK. I just lay here on my back with my chest bare, and we're just looking each other in the eye. Him looking into my light brown eyes and me looking into his deep dark brown eyes. I look into those eyes that I was best friends with, those eyes that I played with my teddy bear with, those eyes I looked into before I had my first kiss, those eyes I played my axe-bass with, those eyes that I saw last of 7 years ago. 7 whole years ago. Those eyes stared at me with love, friendship, happiness, and the fact that he was happy to see me and he missed me. Still staring into those eyes, I move my hands to my cut. It's a scar. When I see those eyes, those eyes I haven't seen for 7 years. I get a feeling. It's not happiness ... It's not forgiveness... It's not love... It's not friendship... But it's something else. I missed him, alot... More than I can take… But this feeling I have in my heart is something that makes me wanna attack him. It's a feeling that makes me wanna rip his face off. It's a feeling that makes me yank out his heart and make him feel the way I felt. Then I realized what it was. It was anger, madness, wrath, furiousness, rage, and vengeance. I feel my eye brows come together in a mad gesture. My eyes give Marshall the death glare. All I can see is Marshall's look of confusion on his face. I put my hands on his shoulders and I shove his body away from mine. I float away furiously as fast as I can up my ladder to my room. I open my bra and underwear drawer on my dresser near my bathroom and I rip it out of the dresser and let it go so fast and hard it crashes and breaks on the other side of the room. I float over to the scattered bras and wood and I pick up a random bra and I put it on. I turn to my right, face and slide it open so fast I break it off with madness and I chuck it over to the side where to my bedroom ladder is and I cover the ladder door. I find a random old long sleeve shirt out of my closet pull my hands and head through the holes and shove it on my body. I go back to my dresser and look myself in the mirror my eyes have are tinged a bit red I close my eyes and think to myself.

WHY THE HELL IS HE HERE? AFTER 7 YEARS IN MY LIVING HELL HE DECIDES TO COME TO MY HOUSE. HE SAVES MY LIFE. NOW HE THINKS AFTER LEAVING ME FOR 7 YEARS, AFTER SAVING MY LIFE, HE THINKS IT'S COOL BETWEEN US?

I open my eyes and look at myself again. I think: Well he did save your life… I mean, it was just 7 years… YEAH! 7 YEARS OF HEARTBREAKING PAIN! My hand lifts up my sleeve, but I dare not to look. Indulged with fury I shove all the stuff on the top of my dresser off of it. I shove my lamp, my hair ties, my unanswered letters to him, my books, my picture frames, EVERYTHING off the top of my dresser and onto the floors hiding in the big heap of mess that I call my room. I yelled on the top of my lungs in my shrillest high pitched voice:

AHHHHH! WHAT A MOTHER******* IDIOT! HOW DARE HE COME ONTO MY PROPERTY AND THINK IT'S COOL BETWEEN US!

I flipped over my dresser so hard that it broke into pieces when it hit the floor. My clothes, my personal items, my underwear, and my socks go flying everywhere. I lay down on my back on my couch. I got right back up 5 seconds later. I storm into my bathroom. I look myself in my mirror again. I immediately go straight to the toilet. I throw up, I haven't eaten anything, and all that comes up is my own black vampire blood and my own vampire venom. It was a mixture of black and neon green. I go to the sink and wash out my mouth. I look in the mirror once again; my eyes have turned bright red with anger. I start screaming again

HE CAN GO TO HELL! HOW DARE HE TREAT ME LIKE THAT! I AM ABSOLUTELY PISSED OFF! HE TELLS ME HE LOVES ME AND LEAVES MY HEART HANGING THE NEXT MORNING TO SULK IN NOTHING BUT MY TEARS! NOT ONE VISIT! NOT EVEN ONE PHONE CALL! HE DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO VISIT ME!

Indulged with even more anger I send everything in my bathroom disarray. I shove everything off the counter and sink. My toothpaste and tooth brush end up in the toilet; my brush and blow dryer end up in the shower. My sleeves go up, but I refuse to look at my wrists so I just pull my sleeves back down… Everything else is spilt or broke I look myself in the mirror again. My hair is going in all directions and my eyes and cheeks covered in red from my anger. I punch the mirror and it shatters into a million pieces, my right knuckles are bleeding, but I really couldn't care less. I already have tons of scars anyways…

I walk out of my bathroom and stand looking at the complete mess I made through my fury. I look at my TV; I yank it off of its table and threw it in the direction of my bed. It makes a big BOOM noise and I turn around to see that it hit my amps. I groan with annoyance. I pick my TV up again and I throw it into my closet I laid on my back on my bed. My TV hits the wall of my closet and I hear a box fall and open up and the smell of cherries fills to room. I turn around to see Hamba out of the box I put her in 5 years ago laying on top of broken glass, my clothes and bras and broken wood. I calm down and I float over to Hamba, I pick her up, and I stare at her for the longest time.

Marshall Lee's P.O.V

The last thing I see of her long onyx hair is floating fast up her bedroom ladder. I stand at the bottom of her bedroom ladder and I hear a huge CRASH and BOOM happens as if she thrown something and it breaks. Then 30 seconds later a big SNAP and CRACK comes from something unknown. Next thing I hear is the crash of glass and her screaming:

AHHHHH! WHAT A MOTHER******* IDIOT! HOW DARE HE COME ON MY PROPERTY AND THINK ITS COOL BETWEEN US!

I move to the bottom of the ladder and I see that ladder door is covered… by her closet door. I float up under it and I push it up a little bit just to see what she's doing. Her room is a mess. Like there's broken wood and glass everywhere. Her clothes, her bras, her underwear, her everything is scattered around the room. She flipped her drawer to its right side and it broke to pieces. She lies on her back on her couch, she stays there for 5 seconds and she stormed into her bathroom. She throws up, I smell blood again… plus vampire venom too. She starts screaming yet again:

I can hear her push all the things off her sink and counter. She punches her mirror. She comes back out with her right knuckles bloody and she throws her TV in the direction of her bed, but instead, it hits her amps. She turns to see the damage she done and she groans with annoyance. She makes it over to her bed and throws her TV to her closet. A box falls downs and opens. No other than Hamba falls out. She floats slowly to Hamba and picks her up. She stares at Hamba for the longest time.

*Marceline's P.O.V*

"Marshall, I know you're there." I let out a sigh still looking at Hamba "You can come out now."

"Have you stopped throwing, breaking, and punching things? Have you stopped yelling too?" He says slowly

For now… I think but I say "Y-yeah, I-I think so." I hear Marshall push the closet door off the opening and he floats through the top. He floats to my side. He pushed down my hands and replaces Hamba with Hambo.

"You kept him?" I asked Marshall without looking up.

"Of course I kept him Marce. What would you think I would do with him?" Marshall asked

"I don't know? Abandon him like you abandoned me, you sick freak." I shoved Hambo into his chest and floated away down the ladder. I sat down on my couch with my legs crossed and my arms crossed too. I saw Marshall out the side of my eye come down the ladder.

"What did you say Marce?" He questioned me

"You heard what I said, you sick freak." Still not making eye contact with him

"What gives you the right to call me that? You ungrateful bitch." Marshall Lee spat out, I could sense the fury in his voice. He stands right in front of me.

"Ungrateful bitch, huh." I shrug my shoulders and raise my left eyebrow "Never heard that one before." I look at him glaring "It gives me all the right to call you that, because you leave me after you tell me you loved me!"

"Because I was moving!"

"YOU NEVER TALKED TO ME!" I stood up, fists clenched

"I wrote you!" He got up in my face

"YOU NEVER VISITED ME!" I got all up in his

"I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE THE HELL YOU LIVED!" He grabbed my arms

I shook his grip on me "THEN HOW THE HELL DID YOU SEND ME THOSE LETTERS WITH THE EXACT AND CORRECT ADDRESS? HUH! ANSWER ME THAT! HOW DID WERE ABLE TO SEND ME LETTERS WITHOUT KNOWING WHERE I LIVED."

"Because…b-because…" Marshall stuttered

"Yeah! Exactly, you sick freak. You didn't even call." I said lowering my voice

"Stop calling me a sick freak! I have a name!"

"NO! BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT! YOU LEFT ME! YOU LEFT ME WITH NOTHING BUT YOUR STUFFED ANIMAL! YOU LEFT ME WITH NOTHING BUT THE ABSENCE OF YOUR PROTECTION IN THE MORNING! YOU LEFT ME WITH NOTHING BUT MY TEARS AND BLOOD! YOU LEFT ME. YOU LEFT ME!" I started to get emotional again; my eyes swelled and teared up. I balled up my fists again, and lowered my voice down, "You left me. And I was stupid enough that I waited for you, I waited for you to come back underneath our tree and our bush! I waited for you!" I started hitting him on his chest and his arms. Every time I would say something I would attack him. "I waited for you under that tree countless of times!" I hit his chest "You never even came back!" I hit him "I waited for you through winter!" I pushed him away from me, he came back. "I waited for you through spring!" I tackled him and mounted him sitting on him mounting my legs on each side of his hips. "I waited for you through summer!" I hit his chest again "I waited for you through fall!" I smacked him "You never came back! The only thing I was able to see to see your face was stupid pictures! Stupid pictures that have no meaning to them!" I smacked him again, I was bawling my eyes out "I played my bass; I played so much I broke the strings! But it didn't feel the same! I played my bass for so much people, playing for them as if it meant something to me! BUT IT DIDN'T! It only felt normal when you were there! It only felt normal when you were by my side! It only felt normal when you…*sniffle, wipes my tears* When you told me you loved me. When you smiled at me, when you made that cocky grin that I love so much. But NO! You left, and you never came back!" I smacked him again. "You never came back, you left me, I waited for you, and you never came!" I hit his chest; I wiped away my tears that were streaming down my face like a river. I used my sleeve to wipe away the snot that was slowly making its way out of my nose. "You left and you left me to this!" I lifted my sleeves to show him the laceration of scars on my forearms. From my wrist to my elbow joint. Big scars, small scars, old cuts, new cuts. "And this!" I lifted my shirt up enough for him to see the new, scar I had under my belly button. I lifted my shirt up even more up to show my rib/abs area. My skin hung to my ribs, tracing them perfectly. You could count and see my ribs perfectly, well only the ones underneath my boobs. You could count 6 perfectly underneath my boobs on each side. His hands went up to my ribs; his cold fingers silkily traced my ribs. I shivered at his touch.

"Marcy, what did you do to yourself?" Marshall said looking at me with eyes of pity

"I starved myself, I cut myself, I made myself throw up, and when I drank red I stuck my finger down my throat." I said for the first time without yelling at him, or attacking him. I simply leaned forward and laid my face on his chest and blubbered even harder.

"Marcy, I'm so sorry. I didn't know I meant so much to you…" He put his arms around my back. I lifted myself and rested my forearms on his chest. My hair cascading down my left side of my face brushing Marshall's face. "What?"

"You didn't know how much you meant to me?"

"Yeah Marce. That's what I just said…"

"You didn't know how much you meant to me? Is that what you just said? I said, my voice rising

"Yeah….?" Marshall said, insecure of what his next words were going to be like.

"YOU MEANT THE WORLD TO ME! I BROKE OUR PROMISE WE MADE WHEN WE WERE 5 OR 6 YEARS OLD FOR YOU. I made you spend the night with me before the morning I woke up and you weren't there! Marshall, I loved you… and I still do. I loved you once, love you still, always have, always will. Marshall I love you, with all of my un-beating heart." I lean back down to him and start bawling my eyes out.

"Now I know, and forever will I know Marcy." He puts his arms around my back "I'm sorry Marcy, for anything and everything I did. But for now, I'm here to stay." He tightened his grip on me

"For now? And Marshy, that doesn't make up for what you did to me. A simple sorry won't do… you left me for 7 years. Sorry doesn't do it this time Marshall Lee."

"Thanks for ruining the moment Marceline." He said is a laughing tone

I look up to see him smiling his cocky smile I love so much "I'm sorry Marshall Lee."

"Well Marceline, sorry doesn't it do it this time…"

"Get your original line, you sick freak."

"Get your own original line, you ungrateful bitch."

We look each other in the eye, and we laugh our asses off.

"You're still not forgiven…" I said taunting him

"I know… I know…" He says "What will I have to do?"

"That darling… you have to find out yourself…" I get off of him and I walk and climb to my bedroom ladder and I enter my bedroom on the second floor of my cave house… I take off everything but my bra and my underwear and climb into my bed and cover myself with my covers. Marshall sees my clothes on the floor and starts walking toward my bed. I toss him a broom and a dustpan.

"What the hell is this for?" Marshall Lee asks

"Well your sorry starts with cleaning up my room, without waking me up. Because I'm tired, and I want a nap…" I give him my slyest smile. "Enjoy, sick freak."

"I will indeed, ungrateful bitch." Marshall Lee looks at me with his cocky grin. I go to sleep with a smile on my face, but with a broken heart that's being mended, but with anger feelings still in my system. I think I might have to smack him a couple more times to get my point through… Yeah… I think I like that plan. I can't believe I showed him my scars... Well, that weren't even half of them… He was gone 7 years, that means I have 7 years' worth of cuts… good thing I was wearing pants today… I then drifted off to sleep, and I slept as if I never slept in 7 years.

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