Chapter 2

"Hello"

It felt like being pulled through a washing machine; everything spinning and the pressure building to the point of pain. So Fionna held her breath while she screwed her eyes closed; and gripped onto the solid figure at the end of her finger tips as if her life depended on it. She was pretty sure it did.

But she was slipping. Her fingertips slowly sliding and losing their grip; but just before Fionna lost her hold completely, it stopped. Just completely stopped. The world became solid again and she felt stone under her knees as she knelt and gasped for air.

"My, my Marshall, it would seem we have a tag-along."

Fionna snapped her head up as she remembered where she was, and came eye to eye with Lucy Abadeer. Or she would have, if her sight wasn't swimming worse than Cake's alphabet soup. All she saw was a fuzzy grey and black figure towering above her. She tried to jump into a fighting stance but lost her footing and landed straight back on the floor beneath her. The edges of her sight beginning to darken; she heard Marshall trying to shout past his gag, but she couldn't make anything out of the muffled noise.

Then came the shivering laugh of Lucy, "Well, this could be interesting!" And with that last statement, Fionna's consciousness left her.

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Fionna could feel before she could see. She felt warmth all around her; softness beneath her, and something cold and heavy around her ankle. 'Wait, what?' She thought in spite of the situation.

Fionna shot up in what she discovered was a bed. She threw off the bedding to see a metal chain connecting her to the side of the bed. "What the Glob?" Fionna whispered as her eyes followed the chain to what it was connected to. Beautiful dark wood made up the four posters on the bed that rose up to meet the high ceiling. The bedding seemed to be red and the floor tiles where black with the blood red curtains drawn. And on the onyx colored walls, was the strangest symbols she had ever seen. This was just getting stranger and stranger.

She tugged at the chain locking her to the bed; yanking at it with enough force that she was convinced she'd splinter the bed post. But nothing even budged. "Well fuck," She grunted in a sigh as she fell back on the bed.

'Wait my sword! That would get me out of thi—where is my backpack?' She thought.

Fionna had reached behind her to grasp nothing but air. She knew right off the bat, that this was terrible, absolutely terrible! Where was she? What had happened to her? And more importantly, where the hell was Marshall? So with nothing quite else to do, Fionna just simply screamed.

"For Glob's sake Fi, you're gonna wake the neighbors!" came the words from the doorway. Fionna snapped her head to the side to meet the sudden intruder.

"Marshall Lee Abadeer! Where am I?! What is this?! And WHY THE FUCK AM I CHAINED TO THIS BED?!" She screamed across the room.

Marshall's reply came with a slight smirk, "My house; my room, and Moms idea of a joke. In that order. She called you my 'Pet' so she thought it would be funny to keep you like one." He explained while entering the room and closing the door behind him. He continued, "now, is it safe for me to approach or do I have to worry about losing a limb?" He joked.

"Depends. Are you coming here to get this off of me?" Fionna glared at him.

"Well, either that or I could use this to my advantage." He winked at her.

With his sly comment, he could hear Fionna growl through gritted teeth "You even think about it. If you do, I know exactly what limb you'll lose!"

Fionna didn't think Marshall could become anymore pale, but he turned an even lighter shade of grey and said "Okay, okay I won't!" this caused the girl a rather loud fit of laughter at the poor boy.

The King of Vampires and the mere thought losing his member had him trembling. After she had calmed down, and Marshall had removed the chain with a large CLANK she sat next to him on the edge of the bed. "Seriously though Lee, what's going on?"

Marshalls' shoulders fell and he sighed, "You shouldn't have jumped in with us, it's not safe for you here, Fionna."

The sudden use of her full name caused the adventuress to realize something definitely wasn't right "But I had to Marshall! If I didn't she would have taken you and then—"

"YOU SHOULD HAVE LET HER!" Marshall roared at her as he stood up suddenly, causing Fionna to jump back a little; shocked by his sudden outburst.

"Well shit man! I'm sorry I tried to save you! Yea, maybe I should have just let it slide and then maybe I wouldn't be dealing with an ungrateful moody bastard!" She screamed back. His stance softened. He turned around to Fionna and floated back onto the bed and crossed his legs.

"Sorry Fi, it's just, it isn't safe for you here. I can take it here, this is home. But you on the other hand, even if you're the most mathematical girl in the whole world, can't be here. This isn't a place for humans." He said as he raised his hand to her face and sighed, "Especially not the last one."
Fionna stiffened a little at the sudden physical contact, but let it slide. She looked around the room and said "But where is, 'here' exactly Marshall?"

"Hell Fionna, 'Here' is Hell" Marshall stated bluntly.

This took a few seconds to fully sink in to Fionna's mind. But she swiftly ran to the nearest window and tore it right open, hoping more than anything to just see the hills of Aaa. Instead, she was greeted by a vast garden made mainly of thorn bushes; dark tree's towered into the sky, and a strange mixture of red and swirling grey; lit by a black sun. How that was even possible? She wasn't even sure. As unruly and monstrous as the garden looked, it also seemed maintained, like it was looked after.

Marshall floated up behind her and tried to joke "Pardon all the red and black, mother does seem to like the horrid cliché."

But all this did was causing Fionna's breath to hitch, "No, no way Marshall, this can't be real. I must be dreaming!" She paced back and forth in his room.

"I wish I could say you where Fi, I wish I could." Marshall sighed, feeling conquered while still staring out the window.

Fionna spun around to try and say something but the sudden movement caused her head to spin and her balance to waver. And in a split second, Marshall caught her before she hit the floor.

"Whoa there girl, your body in still a bit drained from the trip," he said, laying her back down on the bed, "And before you ask, it's called 'Shadow Phasing' a bit like teleportation, but special to… My kind."

The pause worried Fionna, she knew she shouldn't ask but, "Your kind?" The second it fell out her mouth, she wished she could take it back.

His eyes turned sad and his cunning smirk disappeared. "Demons, Fionna. I couldn't be the son of Satan without being something disgusting," he just about spat the last word.

Fionna looked at the boy sitting at the end of the bed; he was gloomier than she'd ever seen the rockstar ever before. She crawled across the bed to him and lay her hand on his back, "Listen man, I'm sorry I asked. I'm sorry about all of this. But I just have to know; why did she come get you? Why take you now?" Marshall sighed and shifted back on his bed to face her, again crossing his legs.

"She's getting old. Too old, I should say. And as much as I am the Vampire King, I was Prince of Hell first. And she needs the heir to the throne here to take it when she finally dies."

"But that's amazing Marshy!" Fionna exclaimed, "King of your own kingdom!" She spoke without really thinking of how it would affect her dear friend.

"NO FIONNA. IT'S FUCKING NOT!" Marshall shouted back as the walls shook. Fionna saw the black lacey swirls begin to peak through his shirt up his neck.

Her mind thought swiftly and she quickly grabbed his hands, "Breathe Marshall, deep breaths. It's okay, it's okay." She lulled to him over and over until he calmed down.

"I'm sorry Fi, I didn't mean to snap. It's just; taking over the throne comes with many catches."

"Such as?"

"I'm going to have to leave Aaa, forever." Marshall exhaled.

No, no no no no no. There was no way in Glob Fionna was letting Marshall just disappear on her. She had no idea why she was stressing so about losing him, but the idea of it made rattled her soul. She was about to reply when a cough ran through her body, causing her to shake violently. Marshall's attention was immediately focused on her; he laid her back down on the bed and covered her in the blanket. "You need some more sleep Fionna, seriously. We can talk more about this shit later." She silently nodded, she really was not feeling too math. So she snuggled into the pillows and said to Marshall, "And then you can take us home right, Marshy?"

But before he could reply to her, she was fast asleep. He laid one hand on her cute bunny ear hat and stroked her head, "I wish I could Bunny." He got up to leave and just before he closed the door he looked at the blonde beauty curled up in his bed, and for the first time in a long time, Marshall Lee the Vampire King, felt his heart give a saddening twitch. "I wish I could."

A/N – So hey hi, (I much prefer doing this at the end) I know this chapter is a bit… thin to say the least but I needed a bridging chapter. Next chapter we'll see from Marshall's side and more about the current situation will be explained. Bear in mind Fionna isn't asking too much because she's still not feeling too well, she'll be doing a bit better later on. As always, R&R and a new chapter will be up very very soon.

ALSO! Huge thanks and a large box of special internet cookies to The Loved And Unloved for Beta-ing for me :D absolutely brilliant! (Seriously go check out her fics guys!)

Much of loves!
-Skippster