A/N: Not much to say. Still working out where this is going. Enjoy. Am trying to work in a lot of implied lore from the series into my story.
Until the End - Part 2 [Adventure Time]
'Marshall Lee...'
Even his name sounded so like hers... It was as if the fates were playing some sort of cruel joke on her.
Bonnibel narrows her eyes at the vampire, her jaw rigid. She says nothing, for the emptiness within her has been replaced by a deep, roiling anger whose heat could have rivaled the very flames of the Nightosphere itself.
A lazy grin tugs the corners of Marshall's lips and he steps toward her, two hands tucked behind his head.
"Aw... Does my presence offend you milady?" He asked, amused; arching an eyebrow at her as he witnessed her shoulders begin to shake somewhat. "Silence is no way to greet a fellow monarch you know."
After a long, tense moment, the queen looks into his eyes, her face studied into a mask of indifference.
"Yes." She said bluntly, her deep violet orbs flashing dangerously. "It." She stepped closer to the king. "Does."
In the span of less than half a second the queen whips out a handgun and shoves the barrel roughly under the vampire's chin. In these dark times the queen never went anywhere without a weapon holstered at her hip.
"Ooo I hit a nerve didn't I?" He chuckled somewhat despite that his head was being forced into an awkward angle by the gun.
"Do not think for one second that I will hesitate to splatter your brains all over these walls," The queen said darkly, cocking the hammer of the gun with an ominous click. "Now tell me, how did you get past my guards and why are you here? ... Murderer."
"Murderer?" He feigned a look of confusion as he shoved his hands into his pockets. After another insistent shove of gunmetal into his flesh he snapped his fingers as if he figured out the answer to a game show question. "Ahh! You mean Marceline... Oh that poor girl. The end wasn't kind to her you know... But such is the fate of traitors."
"Answer the question you son of a bitch." She ground out, finding her composure slipping with every moment that passed. It didn't help that despite the promise of death looming over him the king was acting like they were having a damn tea party.
"Temper, temper..." He tutted. "I came to see you of course, since you refuse to respond to any of my official correspondence. Beyond that, you should know that this property lies in the bounds of my Kingdom's territory. 'You' are the intruder here... As far as your guards, let us just say that they are- Indisposed."
"I do not negotiate with tyrants nor do I recognize their illegitimate claims to the territories of Ooo." She hissed, unsettled that one man was able to fight through an entire contingent of Royal Wardens. Still, if this man had a death wish she was more than willing to oblige in the wardens' stead.
"Look lady, I'm not an unreasonable guy, I'm sure we could talk this out in a more 'civil' manner." He said, red eyes glinting impishly down at her. "Besides... I think we both know that before you even pull that antique's trigger I could snap your neck six ways to Sunday."
"I'll take my chances." She said. "And as far as 'negotiating', the only terms I will ever agree to is the complete withdrawal of your demonic spawn from my lands," Her teeth glinted a harsh white as her lips drew back in a snarl. "... And your head on a pike at the Candy Kingdom's gate."
A thoughtful look crossed the vampire's handsome features and his smile faded somewhat. Bonnibel felt her gut twist uncomfortably... Even his expressions were a dark facsimile of the deposed Vampire Queen.
"Then I am afraid we are at an impasse aren't we?" He mused, his eyes trailing sideways. "However, I do have a certain trump card in my corner... Finn?"
Suddenly, a dark silhouette materialized above them in a crouched position on the ruined roof.
"Finn, come and greet our esteemed guest." He called out, a smirk twisting his lips as the man jumped down into the room, his boots resounding heavily on the scorched floorboards.
"What...?"
Bonnibel's heart sank as she beheld the teenaged adventurer. His skin was blanched almost white and his once brilliant blue eyes were dull and lackluster. A helm made of polar bear fur had replaced his white head wrap. But above all this, the most disturbing change was what now sat on top of his ursine helm.
"The crown of the Ice King," Marshall says, gesturing to said object with his thumb. "... Brilliant thing really, brimming with deep magic even older than me... I knew you would be seeking it after we got rid of that old fool."
"What did you do to him?" Bonnibel shrieked, her gun betraying the anxious tremor in her body as it shook somewhat against his chin.
"Oh you mean the Ice King? Oh the demons had a fine time with- Oh you mean Finn. Of course." A dark sneer alit the vampire's face as he stared down the barrel and straight into the Queen's eyes. "... You see, the crown is already cursed with the spirit of an ancient monarch of the the Ice Kingdom. It calls to humans in particular." He snickered a bit at that. "That same spirit speaks to them, changes them and infuses frost magic into their very bones until they become no more than its vessel for this world."
"Finn is of a noble heart, he would never willingly succumb to such trickery," The queen spat, feeling her chest constrict painfully when Finn said nothing to his defense.
"Humans are of the gullible sort... After my sources got wind of your quest for the ancient artifacts of Ooo, we knew the Ice King's crown would be one of the most obvious to obtain, after all he was already dead. Cursing the crown and leaving it for him was laughably easy..."
Bonnibel's eyes flicked to the crown. Ghostly tendrils of frost rose from intricate nordic runes carved deeply the angular planes of its golden surface. The red rubies that once adorned its fore had darkened to a sinister black.
It was true... But was the hero truly too far gone?
"You... You can't leave me too Finn!" She croaked, "You're the last Champion... And my friend. You promised you'd come back..."
Not so much as a flicker of recognition appeared in the hero's blue depths as he stared at the scene before him impassively.
The vampire king raised an expectant eyebrow. "Do I have you attention yet princess, or should I have your beloved champion fall upon his own sword?"
Her stomach twisted painfully at the idea of the adventurer's death. A strangled growl tore free of her throat, her fingers tightening on the trigger until she was mere millimeters from firing a bullet straight through the vampire's skull.
"... Bastard..." She was practically trembling as her rage and frustration reached a sudden crescendo, then abruptly ceased. "You'll pay for this with your blood."
The gun dropped with a resounding clank against the blackened floorboards.
"Ooh, I like it when you talk dirty to me."
His fangs glinted in the pale grey light, his lips twisted up into an expression that might have been a smile if it hadn't been so terrifyingly predatory. She barely had time to contemplate taking a step backwards before he had her shoved against a wall, her hands pinned above her head. Air was propelled roughly out of her lungs with the sudden impact and she grunted in pain and surprise.
"Now... This is what's going to happen Bonni," He purred, tucking his lips behind her ear.
"Don't call me that-" Her voice came out as a low, spiteful hiss through her teeth as his cool breath sent disconcerting prickles of goose flesh to rise on her neck. "Don't you ever call me that."
In a low and husky rumble, he opines. "I really don't think you're in a position to tell me what to do my lady."
She was about to spit in the vampire's face before he suddenly bent down his head and rasped his fangs against her delicate neck. His tongue soon joined; sliding languidly down the column of her her neck, pausing over the Queen's jugular.
Bonnibel glared as an angry flush rose to her cheeks. The most humiliating part of this was that he knew... That the sensitive nerves of his vampire tongue would tell him of the thundering of her heart. He would feel the shuddering of her breath as well as listen to the way it quickened in her throat.
He even smelled like her... And if not for the stubble on his chin lightly scratching against her skin she would have sworn it was-
"Enough!" She growled and kicked out her legs, to which he simply tightened his hold on her hands and floated upwards, dangling her in front of him with supernatural strength.
"... And here I thought we were having fun..." He said with mock regret in his voice .
"Just get to the point you-"
"We're getting married. Aren't you ecstatic?"
With that, he nodded to Finn, to which the cursed human had no reply but to turn off and disappear into the dank shadows of the house.
"I..." Bonnibel was at a loss for words as her stomach churned in displeasure, bile rising to the back of her throat. "... You really are a crazy psycho aren't you
?" She asked wearily.
"Darling, you have no idea."
Marshall's voice was smooth as velvet but held an edge that could cut glass. Without another word he loosened his grip on the queen and let her drop, but before she hit the floor the vampire scooped her into his arms and took off for the entrance of the cave.
End Part 2
A/N: w00t