(Woo hoo! Hello everyone, I had almost jumped to the wall on the other end of my room when I saw reviews. Thank you guys! You can also leave your account name in there too, and if you want to chat just PM me. Now let cometh the writing of our favorite couple, Marceline and Marshall Lee and their journey to inevitably convene with each other in modern day romantics. Huzzah!)
I do not own Adventure Time at all. If I did I would be airing it.
Today was a bad day.
Today was a really bad day. Marceline doesn't have many 'really bad' days lately but the last twenty hours were just like living in the Nightosphere all over again. The teenage vampire had been caught in another pointless argument with Princess Bubblegum. The dispute mostly consisted of the princess raising her voice, in an orderly manner, and propelling polite insults at Marceline. Marceline had 'borrowed' the princess's beauty equipment without asking, and apparently the vampire's pink acquaintance felt she 'had enough.' The vampire grunted loudly to show her aggravation and snickered at the princess. For Marceline these quarrels were a usual, however she was not in the mood for disrespect. The vampire brought old habits back into the feud.
"You always do this! Always telling me what to do, when to do it, how to do it. It's like I'm just a problem... your problem!" Marceline threw her arms up in the air. "Well you know what? Screw. it. Screw your fancy manners, screw your royalty bull crap and most of all, screw your fucking hair colour. God that pink looks like an ogre threw up and wiped his ass on it! Do you ever care changing it every once and a while? Look, the curler works for my hair, is that a bloody crime? Bubble Bonnie?"
Princess Bubblegum was fuming, she hated that nickname. Princess Bubblegum was almost burning a hole threw the floor. "Fuck. You." The, once known for her manners and etiquette, princess stood her ground and glared icily at Marceline, dark reddish-pink filling her irises. The pink acquaintance's eyes were like bullets, piercing the vampire and travelling straight though the wall on the opposite side of the room. The pink royal had lost her temper and wasn't finding it anytime soon.
"You think your right here don't you?" The words stung like venom when Princess Bubblegum spat them. "You want to know why I always treat you like a problem? ...Because your a fucking nuisance! You scare my citizens, you deface my land and steal my possessions like a rodent stealing something shiny. Well, that's what you are... a fucking animal! Your a disease riddled rat who learnt to fucking talk, that is the only thing you seem to be good at." Marceline physically shrunk ten sizes.
"You say your a thousand years old, that you don't need a moral code. Bull shit. Animals don't have morals, you don't have morals and never had them!" Rage flowed from Princess Bubblegum and coated Marceline in misery. All the vampire could do was stand here position, frozen in time, like a statue. Was this really true? Was Princess Bubblegum lying? Marceline wasn't sure.
The vampire just turned her back, tears brimming her bloodshot eyes. The pink princess visibly softened. "Wait... I... I d-" The vampire didn't let her finish the apology and flew out a window of the room, fighting the urge to look back. After twenty minutes of flying as far as she could, Marceline descended down to a clearing of a dense forest. There, she finally let her tears break through the tough emotional exterior Marceline has built over many centuries.
There Marceline lay, with her knees to her chin, sobbing lightly into the green pasture. Letting her tears stain the natural, mossy rug.
Many hours drifted past Marceline, or so the vampire thought. She couldn't be sure, whether it had been hours, days or simple minutes. The vampire was oblivious to time, oblivious to state of matter and oblivious to the space her own being created. Marceline had just hovered in the moment, not bothering to make an effect on the present.
Eventually Marceline had wept all her tears, and had nothing left but her own soulless self. The fanged teenager found enough energy to lift herself up and dully made her way back home.
Click, the lock produced quite a satisfactory sound as Marceline open the door to her house. While floating towards the stairs leading to the second story of the creaky old building, she spotted someone in the mirror. Correction, it was herself however she seemed different. The person she saw appeared severely dehydrated and paler then paper. The figure had lost all confidence, and frankly looked as she had lost all hope.
Disgusted by this image, Marceline hurried her way to her bed and fell face down in the crusty pillows. Marceline's bed maybe be callous and uncomfortable but it was hers. Besides, Marceline decided it wasn't her fault she hovered in her sleep.
As the vampire relaxed into her blood red bed covers, thoughts began to emerge in her mind. 'Your an animal, a disease riddled rat!' The insults toiled in Marceline's mind like a snake. The vampire attempted to push the thoughts down but her efforts merely fed the thoughts.
However, Marceline was exhausted.
The teenage vampire couldn't handle the war raging in her head. As she tried to calm her mind of the situation, darkness consumed her. Shortly after, Marceline let the dark seep in and her problems marginally subsided. Sleep washed her mind, calming the vampire immensely.
Marceline fluttered her eyes open, wiping away the sleep that had built over her slumber and narrowed her eyes at the clock placed neatly on her bed room wall, "Seven O'clock. How long have I been sleeping for?" The vampire questioned herself, releasing Hambo from her tight grip and placing the stuffed toy on her messy bed.
Marceline raised her arm above her and lowered head, sniffing her armpit thoroughly. "Ugh, when was the last time I showered?" The Vampire Queen stripped off her clothing and strolled into the bathroom. After fifteen minutes of lather, rinse and repeat, Marceline emerged from her bathroom feeling fresh and clean although still slightly aggravated from former events.
Marceline skipped down her staircase, feeling to much energy to simply fly. With a hop in her step, the vampire walked towards the kitchen a rare smile plastered over her pasty face. Tonight she was going to treat herself.
Red Cordial was an uncommon beverage in Marceline's house, though she did thrill herself to it when the fanged teenager felt the need. Marceline whipped the refrigerator door open, with a flick of her finger, and began the tedious task of locating the cordial.
Many moments later, Marceline found her beloved drink. The vampire prepared herself a greedy amount of cordial and plonked herself down on her lounge room chair. The seat made a creaking eerie noise, from the lack of use, that echoed throughout Marceline's lonely halls. This never did bother Marceline.
After shrugging off the uncanny sensation she abnormally felt, Marceline brought the cordial to her mouth. Just before the fanged girl consumed the sweet goodness, a loud knock was heard from the door.
"Can't a girl get a break around here?" Marceline blurted out a rhetorical question toward whoever were on the other side of her front door.
When Marceline reached the entrance she gripped the doorknob and swiftly opened it, expecting Princess Bubblegum to stand before her ready to apologies.
Marceline mouth gaped open.
"W-why are you here?..." The vampire spat.
(Yeah guys, we did it! The second chapter is complete. Sorry it took so long, the website thought it would be cool to delete my finished version and I was dumped by my girlfriend. Harshly. Anyway its done, yay! Love the reviews everyone, so keep them coming. Show your support by leaving a review and I'll keep this series going. Until next time, peace out.)