(Author's note: Hey guys! I read your reviews and loved them. Again, the continuation of this fan-fic depends on ya'll and how many hits this gets. No sense in working on a fan-fic no one likes right? And sorry for the short chapter. I'm working on some requests right now so I haven't had a lot of time to work on my fics. There might be some mistakes I this because again, I wrote this in one hour so it was a bit rushed.)

Marshall Lee let out a low groan, his body trembling as he slowly fell back into consciousness. His head was swimming, pounding, like someone had taken a hammer to it. He could also feel nausea biting at the back of his throat and was finding it very hard not to vomit. The vampire couldn't believe the state he was in.

What the hell was going on?

The symptoms he was experiencing were akin to a hangover, but he immediately ruled that out. The last time he drank was when he was with the party gods and that was nearly over a decade ago. No, the feeling he was experiencing was strange. He could describe it as feeling overly full, almost bloated. He felt like an over gorged leech that just dropped off its host.

Dully realizing he was lying on his living room floor, Marshall lifted his head and looked around. Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, his attention settled on what looked like a dark motionless mass lying on the floor in front of him. The first thing that came to his mind was that it was his pet zombie cat Shwabble. The only problem with that was that the dark figure in front of him was too big to be him.

Marshall studied the mass carefully, his eyes tracing out a female figure.

Wait a minute...

"Fi-Fionna?"

He heard no reply.

That was when it hit him. The vampire coughed violently, throwing a hand over his nose quickly as the smell of blood flooded his system. He felt his mouth water and his eyes dilate as the scent triggered his desire. He paid it no mind though.

Coughing again, Marshall held out his hand towards the lifeless heap.

"Fionna!?" He called, his voice sounding desperate as she failed to respond.

Marshall felt what calm he had left snap when he noticed something on his outstretched hand. Blood. And not just a little bit, a LOT of it. Staring in horror at the tacky substance staining his hands Marshall Lee came to a horrible realization.

No...

The vampire shoved his hands into his hair, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Fi...Fionna?"

Still no answer.

No!

Tears began to fill his eyes and the vampire began to hyperventilate.

"No...No! Glob, no! I didn't!"

Marshall clambered to his feet, his stance shaking as he made his way over to the silent bloody heap that was supposed to be Fionna. He collapsed beside her, his hands trembling as they shadowed over body. He couldn't believe this was happening.

Fionna, the girl who he had admired for years, the person who he cherished the most and considered as his best friend, was lying in a pool of her own blood. Her normal warm pink colored skin was now a muddled grey, and it was cold to the touch. Her breathing was shallow, rapid; it was obvious that the girl was barely clinging to life. The thing that Marshall noticed the most however, was the massive animalistic bite mark on her neck-shoulder region. The depth and damage of the wound was indescribable, and it was where the majority of the blood was draining out of.

Marshall was in utter shock.

He could feel the tears start to pour down his face as he let out a shuddering sob, his chest tightening as he took in her condition.

"What...what have I done?"

Marshall inhaled deeply; he took a deep long breath as he tried to calm himself down. He had to pull himself together, he had to be rational. Fionna's life depended on it. First, assess the damage, find out what needs to be taken care of immediately.

Letting out the deep breath he had inhaled the vampire king opened his eyes and looked down at the girl. He carefully moved her to her side so he could check her backside for any unseen wounds. Her back was pretty clear except for some scratches here and there. It seemed that most of the damage was on her neck shoulder region, because the rest of her body was clear save for the claw marks on her right arm. The one thing that bothered Marshall Lee the most though was the fact that Fionna's shirt was ripped down to her left breast. Her bra was intact, but still...He had to know.

Did he?

If he did...There would be no way he could live with himself. Doing something like that to her would be the fucking icing on the cake.

Feeling his throat grow dry and an uncomfortable lump swell in his throat, Marshall partially lifted up Fionna's skirt to check and see if her underwear was still intact. To his relief, they were.

Snapping himself out of his momentary respite, Marshall looked away and lowered her skirt back down.

Mentally the vampire could hear an invisible timer start its countdown. It was now a race against time. It was a miracle in itself that she had lasted this long after losing so much blood but he knew that wouldn't be the case for long. He had to hurry and take care of the wound on her shoulder before she bled out. Knowing that he didn't have a first aid kit in the house, Marshall Lee did the next best he could do. Taking off his already blood stained shirt he started to rip it into separate pieces. It wasn't gauze but it was better than nothing.

"M...Marshall?" Fionna breathed. Her voice was cracked and tired, a huge difference from her usual happy-go-lucky tone; the girl's broken voice was enough to bring Marshall on the verge of tears again.

"Everything is going to be okay Fionna, I promise." He nearly choked, his hands shaking as he tried to wrap her wounds up with the ripped pieces of his shirt. Fionna didn't so much as wince when he did so, a tell-tale sign that she was losing feeling in her limbs. Not a good sign. At least she was talking though.

"I'm s-sorry I didn't listen to you..I was just-" the girl blubbered while trying to open her eyes. She clenched his white undershirt tightly, but immediately her grip loosened. She was too weak to even cling to his shirt.

"Shhh no Fi, don't apologize it wasn't you're fault."

Wracking his brain on what he should do, Marshall scooped the girl up and floated her to his bedroom where he gently laid her on his bed. He wouldn't have time to fly to Gumball's, hell! He wasn't sure if he would even be able to make it there. Even after his...feeding, he was still weak. He barely had enough energy to stand at the moment let alone float. He could call Cake but what good would that

do? By the time the cat would get there Fionna would be...

Marshall ran a hand through his hair anxiously, his eyes staring at Fionna's still body. She was unconscious again. He was running out of time.

Then again...

He could turn her.

He could make her into a vampire, make her immortal. All it would take was one venomous bite, and she would be fine.

But...would she ever forgive him? What gave him the right to make that kind of decision for her? If she becomes a vampire, there's no turning back. You live your immortal life, cursed for all eternity. That's it. No take backs. She would have to watch her family and friends die off in front of her, she wouldn't be able to enjoy the warm sunlight...she would become a monster just like him.

Marshall snarled and punched the wall in frustration.

No. There had to be another way. He couldn't do that to her.

He was out of options...at least the good options that is.

There was someone who could help, someone who kept a special antidote brewed up by Death himself (that she won from him during a poker game last Tuesday night).

Letting out an irritated growl, Marshall flew down to the kitchen to his fridge. Frantically he searched the shelves for something...

Aha!

Triumphantly the vampire pulled out a carton of almost expired bug milk. After that he grabbed the nearest marker he could find he drew a creepy happy face on his wall. With a determined face, Marshall toss the marker aside and threw the milk at the drawing.

"Maloso vobiscum et cum spiritum!" Immediately, a portal to the Nightosphere appeared. Marshall could already hear the dreaded screams and shrieks of the punished echoing from the door to hell.

Begrudgingly, Marshall entered the portal, his face hollow of emotion.

"Time to pay mom a little visit..."