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i'll keep you safe when worlds collide
Chapter Two - what little peace I have
by. xxBurningxx

The sun's never comin' up.

"Thanks for bringing me my clothes, you guys," Bonnie says from the edge of her bed while taking the pile from the blond girl's hands. She looks at the outfit, fingers running over the fabric: just a plain pink t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans (as well as a bra and panties, of course). Because her dress from before is ruined—a shame, it had been one of her favorites—she had requested that her friend stop by her house to get an outfit for her. As her best friend, the blond was more than happy to comply.

"No problem, Bonnie," Luna says with a warm smile. "I didn't know what you would want to wear on your big day out of this place, so I decided to just grab something simple; I hope that's okay."

"Of course, it's great. Again, thank you," Bonnie says, returning the smile. She really doesn't know what she'd do without her friends.

Jake comes in and joins them then, moving to stand alongside his girlfriend. Putting an arm around her shoulder, he looks at Bonnie and asks, "Luna and I are gonna get some lunch and see a movie later, do you maybe wanna come out with us?"

"Ahh, no, I appreciate the offer but I think I just want to go home and get some rest—proper rest, I mean," Bonnie says, glancing between the two of them. A part of her wants to go with them, if anything to pretend for a little while that nothing's changed, but her body is still aching terribly and the idea of that much walking and moving around in general makes her stomach hurt just thinking about it. A small twinge of regret flickers through her chest nonetheless.

"Totally understandable," he says, nodding.

"Anyways, we're going to wait outside, alright? We'll see you in a bit," Luna says, placing a friendly hand on Bonnie's shoulder. Because her car had been completely totaled in the wreck, the couple were going to give her a ride to her house too.

"Sure thing. It shouldn't be too long."

As soon as the pair leave, Bonnie begins to change out if the hospital gown; she's sick of the flimsy piece of material, even if she's only had to suffer wearing it for a few days. Her eyes linger on the injury on her stomach right before she pulls her shirt on; the stitches glare up at her, as though laughing maniacally at her distaste for them. And that's exactly how she feels, despite how ridiculous the notion is; she dislikes the nylon weaved into her skin because in a way, they are a constant reminder that somehow she's managed to /sell her soul/ to some otherworldly creature. The entirety of all three days she spent in the hospital were used to mull over the events that had occurred. Every little detail did not escape the scrutiny of Bonnibel's analytic brain—although in the end she never really came up with a conclusion, only settled into this weird place of kinda-sorta acceptance. Even then, that's not quite right; it's one of those things she's not entirely okay with but doesn't really know what else to do.

She hates the uneasy feeling that's perpetually rumbling in the bottom of her stomach as she thinks about the Vampire Queen. Just what exactly has she gotten herself into? Bonnibel keeps asking herself that, but every time her mind draws a blank (and it pisses her off a little, making her want to grit her teeth in frustration).

As she finishes changing—so glad to be back in regular clothes now—Bonnie checks in with the nurses and a short while later she's standing outside the hospital's sliding doors. Spotting Jake's Mustang idling near the entrance, she hobbles over and slides into the backseat, mindful of her stomach. Luna greets her and they make small-chat as the car takes her toward her home, but the entire time she doesn't really pay much attention to her friend. Her brain is still too busy trying to work out the impossible.

By the time she's thanked Luna and Jake for the ride and dragged herself to the front door, Bonnie is ready to do nothing but collapse into the comforting sheets of her own bed. The short walk from the car to the house is enough to make fatigue swamp over her. Hazily pulling her keys from her bag (thankfully of which was salvageable from her car and relatively undamaged), she makes a beeline for her bedroom the moment she's inside, barely even stopping to kick her shoes off at the doorway.

Her pink comforter greets her with warm arms; Bonnie falls back on her queen-sized bed, arms and legs sprawled out lazily. Just as sleep is beginning to wrap its tendrils around her, something pokes her in the shoulder. The girl groans and somewhere in the back of her head she vaguely notes how strange and definitely not normal that is. Then she receives another poke, this time painfully in her cheek. Slowly blinking her eyes open, she is greeted with bright crimson staring intensely at her, floating directly above her face. "You have got to be kidding me," she drawls out, bringing a hand to her face.

"It's good to see you too, Bonnie!" the Vampire Queen chirps, grinning at her.

"Please go away."

"Make me—oh wait, you can't!" She burst into a fit of laughs, like that was the funniest thing she's ever said, backing up as the pinkette began to sit up. All traces of sleep and exhaustion have left her body, leaving in their wake annoyance and a rather venomous bout of irritation.

"What do you want, Marceline?" she growls, running a hand through her hair. It desperately needs a brush, especially since she'd neglected to pay it any mind during her hospital days. Bonnie notes the way the vampire floats in a carefree manner above her, wondering what kind of science is behind the "magic" there. Despite the swarm of frustration that clouds her thoughts, she can't help but be a little fascinated. "Wait, how did you even get in here?"

"I'm the Vampire Queen," she chuckles a little. "I can do a lot of things that would be considered extraordinary to a mortal, yet you're asking me how I broke into your house?" More giggles rise from her chest at the look of horrendous shock the girl gives her.

"You broke in?" she hisses, voice bordering a shriek. "Did you break anything? How'd you find out where I live? And I thought vampires had to be invited into a place that isn't their own."

"Sheesh, calm down," Marceline says, raising her hands in mock-surrender, smiling slightly at the onslaught of questions. She's slowly starting to see that the girl doesn't like to be in the dark about things. "No, I didn't break anything; I just worked some of my lovely dark magic and unlocked the door. And I have resources, you know? Bonnibel Bauermeister isn't exactly a common name you see every day. Also, to answer your last question, yes, that's true. But technically I own you, which means I own everything you own and technically this house is mine. So yeah, no invitations needed."

"Great," she sighs in response, sarcasm tainting her tone, coating her words with it. "Really, that's just fantastic."

"Aww, don't be so bummed out Bonnie. I'm not that bad to be around!"

And once again that smile that's slightly different from the others flashes across her face, the one that makes Bonnie's heart sink a little because it's so full of mischief and the unknown; it almost appears to border malicious, and that thought makes Bonnie a little queasy. It's that grin that causes a spark of dread ignite in her chest, making her wonder what's in store for her.

As it turns out for Bonnie, being around Marceline turns out to be the complete opposite of what she had said. She's bad to be around. Very bad. The Vampire Queen all but shoves her way into Bonnie's home and life, interrupting just about every important thing she had going. Never has she wanted to go back to work—scientific research at the university downtown— so badly than now, but per the doctor's orders she wasn't due back until at the very minimum of two weeks. An excruciatingly and painfully slow to weeks, in seems.

Working with beakers in the makeshift labs she's created for herself in the spare bedroom, intently focused on one of her personal experiments, she nearly drops the corrosive substance as a voice calls out from behind her. "What'cha doing?"

"Marceline, what did I say about surprising me when I'm working?" she growls, setting the container down a little too roughly and turning to send the woman a heated glare.

"Not to?" she says, grinning in an infuriating way that shows off her fangs. It makes Bonnie want to retrieve the beaker and splash it in her face just to get the point across that this was not the kind of stuff to be messing around with.

"Ugh," she sighs, "I should have just died. Nothing down there could have been worse than having to deal with you!"

A look flickers across Marceline's face, her expression falling ever so slightly, the smile faltering a bit. "Don't say that."

The sudden change in attitude catches Bonnie's attention, making her quirk an eyebrow.

"The Nightosphere isn't a fun place for people like you, Bonnie. I could elaborate but then...no, I'm not even going to go there."

"People like me?" she asks narrowing her eyes, purposefully ignoring the last part.

"So full of life and curiosity, Bonnibel. They're the ones that suffer the most." Bonnie stares at the vampire, blinks, and says nothing as her mind twirls the words around, trying to understand their meaning. She's brought back to the real world as Marceline's usual chipper voice returns, "Of course, you won't have to worry about that since your under my care now. How great is that?"

The snarky reply that otherwise would have fallen from Bonnie's lips doesn't come out, instead she only smiles slightly. "I suppose it's not entirely bad then."

"Alright, so what's this?" she asks, snatching a vial of unknown substance and giving it a swish.

"Don't touch that!"

Then there are the moments that really aren't so bad.

"So...so you don't drink blood, just the color red?" Bonnie asks, fingers running over the apple. It looks just like a regular apple, except its original vibrant hue had been drained from it, leaving behind a dull grey. Marceline nods, smirking at the look of pure bewilderment on her face.

"Do it again," she mumbles, grabbing another piece of fruit from the table and shoving it in her direction. The vampire chuckles at her child-like eagerness, but complies. Bonnibel watches with fascination as Marceline sticks her fangs into the apple and slowly pulls the scarlet from its surface. A million questions rest on her tongue, her brain demanding to know how it works, where the color goes, if it's a kind of magic, everything. "Wow," she mutters under her breath, unable to contain her fascination.

"Yeah, it's been a while since I've had real human blood. It's much tastier than the color red, but it provides the same amount of energy. I've ordered the others of my kind not to feed off mortals; causes too much ruckus and then I end up having to deal with it."

"That makes sense," Bonnie says, observing the second pale apple now. "Are there many others? Of your kind, I mean," she asks, momentarily glancing up. The vampire's face darkens.

"No, not many. A couple hundred, maybe, I'm not really sure. A lot of them offed themselves when I killed the Vampire King—they were very loyal to him," she pauses, looking away from Bonnie's scrutinizing face. "But that's a long story that I don't want to talk about." The pinkette only stares at the vampire, her attention moving from the fruit to the vampire's face. She wants to ask about her history and what everything she just said means, but she holds her tongue; its not her place to do so. You have to respect boundaries, Bonnie, even if she hardly respects yours, she thinks to herself.

Marceline is a little stunned, for the first time realizing how cerulean the mortal's eyes were. She can see the way they scan her, picking up every detail and storing them away for further evaluation. Suddenly she finds her skin crawling under Bonnie's gaze and she stands up abruptly, more than a little thrown off because a mere human has never made her feel so uncomfortable before. "Whatever," she mutters, floating off into the kitchen, desperate to get away.

Bonnie blinks, unsure of what just happened. She follows the vampire into the kitchen and finds her hovering by the sink and doing nothing but simply staring into it. "Hey, umm," she starts awkwardly. "I'm sorry if I offended you?" The last part comes out as a question because she really isn't sure what she's done, but apparently something is wrong. The Vampire Queen doesn't answer for a few moments. Finally she sighs and looks at Bonnie, her usually bright red eyes containing something a litter darker than normal.

"It's not your fault, Princess. It's just been a while—and I mean years—since I've even thought about that incident. I'm not even sure why I mentioned it, really."

"Oh," Bonnie says slowly. She puts on the softest smile she can muster that hopefully masks all the questions hidden underneath. "I won't pry."

"Thanks."

And just like that Marceline's annoying antics are back in place and not even minutes later she's grating on Bonnie's nerves again, laughing and smiling like she had been before.

But Bonnie can't help but wonder just how much the Vampire Queen keeps locked up inside her.

It's about a week after Marceline's self-insertion into Bonnie's life that the pink-haired girl truly realizes just how strong their contract runs; just how real the fact that Marceline owns her soul is. She's sitting at her computer desk, going over recent data she'd collected, when the vampires increasingly familiar voice calls out from somewhere else in the house.

"Yo Princess, we're out of red to eat!"

The voice hardly registers in her head as her eyes run over the endless strings of information, trying to piece them together. Marceline on the other hand is rummaging through the kitchen, desperately looking for something to munch on. She figures she could probably make it a few more hours before she absolutely needs something, but the incessant feeling of being short on energy puts her on edge. The lack of response from Bonnie makes her fingers twitch in irritation "Bonnie! Come here, I said there's nothing to eat!"

The response she receives sends a spark of something fierce tingling up her spin. "Not now, Marceline, I'm busy!" Bonnie calls from her lab room.

"Bonnibel, I said get in here, now," the Vampire Queen barks, her voice lowering an octave to an intimidating level.

Bonnie, whose hands were in the middle of pouring one liquid into a container, stopped. Her entire body freezes and she puts the vial down. It's as though she's lost reign over her limbs yet at the same time she still has control; in a weird way she finds her legs carrying her our of the room and down the hallway, but she can't tell if she's doing it herself or what exactly is going on. Halfway there she tries to stop and go back, but she only makes it about one step before her body commands her otherwise. Unsure of what exactly is happening, all she knows is that Marceline's order rings clear in her mind, compelling her to move.

As she ends up in the kitchen, she splutters out a confused, "Marceline, what's goi—"

"Listen here Princess," the vampire growls, cutting her off and taking a menacing step towards her. The dark look Bonnie receives makes her blood run cold and she goes rigid, alarmed at this version of Marceline; the one that isn't grinning or messing around. Her tone of voice alone is enough to make a small child cry. "Let's get some things straight, yeah?" The vampire takes another step closer. Bonnie wants to shake her head, because no she doesn't want to set things straight, she wants to turn-tail and flee. Instead she finds herself unable to move.

Marceline shoves a hard hand into Bonnie's shoulder, making the girl stumbled back a little. "You belong to me, mortal, whether you like it or not."

Suddenly finding her nerves, Bonnie takes a step away from the vampire, her fingers trembling slightly. This is something new; it makes her really think for a moment that holy shit this is the fucking Vampire Queen. The queen in question only moves closer as the pinkette tries to escape. "You do what I want, when I want you to. Bonnibel, I literally could control every nerve in your weak little body if I wanted to." The vampire keeps invading her personal space, getting far too close for comfort. Before she can ever attempt to step away again, Marceline shoves her into the fridge, her back hitting the surface roughly. "Bonnie, you don't understand how lucky you are."

"L-lucky?" she barely manages to squeak out, unable to draw her eyes away from the intense crimson ones baring down on her. Marceline pulls her wrists above her head—she hadn't even noticed the vampire's grip on them before—pinning her so that there was zero chance of escape.

"Yes, lucky," she drawls. "There are plenty of douche-face monsters in the Nightosphere that would have already done a million terrible things to a pretty little thing such as yourself, if they owned your soul like I do." Then the vampire leans in closer, her mouth mere millimeters from Bonnie's ear.

"After all," she whispers quietly, her tone moving from angry to something much, much darker. Bonnie can't stop the way her breathe hitches in her throat as she feels Marceline's tongue run over the edge of her ear, barely ghosting over the delicate skin. "I can make you do anything I want." A shiver runs through Bonnie as the words travel through her head, their implied meaning very hard to miss.

But then suddenly the vampire releases her wrists and backs away, a frown settling in her face. "But I'm not those douche-faces, and I don't want to be like them, so yeah. I'm not going to force you to do anything you truly don't want to. Sorry for freaking you out or whatever; I'm going out for a bit. Be back in a while," she says, the last bit coming out as a mumble as she adverts her eyes, almost a little sheepishly. All traces of the previous fire in her voice are gone. Bonnie stares as the figure floats off, eyes still wide from shock.

She doesn't move from the spot against the fridge for a while, even after she hears the front door open and close, signaling Marceline's departure. Instead a curious blush merely refuses to leave her face as her fingers trace the spot on her ear where the vampire's tongue had been. Eventually the girl closes her eyes and sighs, the last traces of adrenaline flowing out of her body.

"I guess this means I'll have to keep the place stocked with apples and strawberries twenty-four/seven."

A/N: Sorry that this chapter is a bit shorter than the first. It's more of a filler to lay the story down―something like that anyways. The next chapter will be much more eventful. I don't think there will be any more chapters quite as long as the first though. They're, all going to be roughly the same as this, 3000-ish words I figure. Maybe a smidge shorter or longer, give or take.

So yeah, like before, please point out any typos if you see any! I am sooooo sorry for the time it took to update. I'm ashamed really. This chapter has been finished for ages, and it's just sat here for weeks as school has passed. But it's here now, so. Chapter three should be out in a few weeks hopefully. It's done too, just needs some heavy editing, haha.

Till next time!