A/n: Yay! Three reviews so far! Than you for reading, following, and favoriting my story.

The Vampire Queen was taken back to the castle. The castle is like an other ordinary castle, but demons and ghost roam the area looking for an escaped prisoners or some poor victim to torture. Marshall carried her in his arms, happy that he found her, but still pissed off that she had ran away. Nevertheless, he would make her be his queen, even if that means he must break a few rules. He took her inside the castle, taking her to the red clad walls of the infirmary, as a horde of nurses rush over to her aid.

The nurses worked frantically on Marceline, tending to her broken ankle, head wound, multiple scars, and blue bruises. After a few hours of working on the poor queen, she looked good as new. She had fresh new clothes that composed of a simple pair of black shorts, and a purple tank top. All of her wounds had disappeared, her hair washed, teeth clean, and most important healthy and doing well. Marshall Lee, after scaring away the nurses, was able to see his beloved, sleeping peacefully and soundly. He smiled at the tender sight, watching as her chest rose and fell with each breath.

"Marcy," he cooed, "Marcy, wake up." She woke up, blinking the light from her eyes as she saw his handsome face. "Ow my head," she said rubbing her head slightly, "Marshy, what happened? I dreamt that I was running through the Forest of Darkness and there was dogs chasing me." He looked at her and smiled, "Aw, babe. That wasn't a dream, that was a nightmare. I found out in the Forest of Darkness in an open grave with a broken ankle. The whole kingdom was worried sick about you." She tilt her slightly, "But it all felt so real. You were there, and you were pissed at me because of something. I can't remember now." Marshall wrapped his arms around her, rubbed her back slightly realizing that the nurses didn't give her a bra to put on. "It's okay, Marcy. It was just a nightmare. We already found the man who drugged your food, and is currently being tortured for messing with my love."

"Oh. Okay, Marshy. I always feel safe with you." she said breaking the hug, and getting out of the hospital bed. She turned around and looked for some shoes. "Marshy, where are my shoes?" Marshall didn't answer but instead carried her bridal style and said, "Baby, you don't need shoes right now. I'm taking you back to my room, so we can finish our discussion that had happened before you lost consciousness." Marceline couldn't help but smile and nod like an idiot at that moment as he carried her to his room. Little did she know that would be the last place in the Night O'sphere that she would want to be in.

A/n: Please read and review. -Marcy