Whatever gods there may exist, they sure as hell weren't in favour of the poor Vampire King.
Every time he managed to close his eyelids, they fluttered open as vivid images of Gumball flooded his head. As if his own mind was mocking him, they would appear no matter how hard he tried to erase them. The burning gaze in those eyes, the criticizing tone his voice would adapt whenever Marshall did something 'wrong', the faint blush upon those cheeks when the vampire managed to startle him, those lascivious cherry lips inviting him in, …
His own hand hit him hard in order to get his thoughts back in check. Since when had he been looking at the other boy with those kind of eyes? He couldn't remember anymore. It was just natural, despite all the differences they had and in spite of the prince irking him in all the wrong ways, he still l-
Stop it! Thinking about it will solve nothing. There is just me and my idiot mind being carried away. He doesn't even want you in his presence, let alone that!
He turned around again above his bed, his brows creased. How pathetic had the ruler of the Nightosphere become at the hand of the pink-coloured royal. A deep sigh expressing his frustration emerged from his lungs. Trying to sleep was a waste of time and effort. He needed to voice some of the conflicting emotions stirring as an ocean during a storm and there was only one way to do it. Deciding to give it one more shot, he went downstairs again, picking up the old bass where he had previously placed it.
Alright Marshall Lee, shape up. Sing your heart out. What are you really feeling?
His hands started playing automatically as a melody flowing like a river streamed out of his fingers. He drifted upon it, his voice carrying a tinge of sadness as he sang:
Sorry I don't treat you like a god
Is that what you want me to do?
Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect
Like all your little loyal subjects do
Sorry I'm not made of sugar, am I not sweet enough for you?
Is that why you always avoid me?
I must be such an inconvenience to you
Well, I'm just your problem
Well, I'm just your problem
It's like I'm not even a person
Am I?
I'm just your problem
Well I shouldn't have to justify what I do
And I shouldn't have to prove anything to you
I'm sorry that I exist I forgot what landed me on your blacklist
Well, I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you
So, why do I want to?
He felt the words crop up in his throat, his eyes on the verge of something resembling tears. He quickly shook his head and continued:
I'm sorry that it's this way, but I don't know what else to say
Cause I didn't mean to push all my friends away
I'm just your problem…
It felt like some of the pressure had been lifted of his shoulders. Now that he was more relaxed, maybe things could be put in perspective. A pensive smile tinged his face, but only for a moment. There it was again, the muffled thumping of something, the unnatural rustling of leaves. His vampire eyes focused immediately on the bushes just beneath his window.
Someone was spying on me. I knew it.
The temporary peace he had found dissipated into nothing as rage filled his body once more. Whoever it was, they would pay for disturbing him. He lunged towards the window, ripping it open. . A surprised gasp left his transformed mouth. Crimson eyes grew wider as they beheld the mysterious figure who had been hiding in the bushes. "Gumball?"
A/N: The song used is 'I'm just your problem' as performed by Ashe (you should check it out, it is awesome).
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