A/N: Hey guys I'm back! Yes, save all your ranting and pissed off notations for the review box. I haven't been updating lately, but I have a pretty good reason! Okay now that I think about it, it's a really shitty excuse :p I was lazy, yes I said it. I quote "I was lazy"...I don't know why I just quoted that, you guys could have gone back and read it... any Horton hears a who, Um I know I said I would try to update every week, but that chiz is hard. you're required to think and plot out story lines, like I have plenty of time for that but I have trouble getting off my bed to my computer...I probably just created a vision of me for you guys as obese, didn't I?... I'm rambling, okay I seriously need to stop now so, LET THE READING OF FANFICTION COMMORSE!


The entire room hung with a deadly silence. Marceline's eyes burned a blue so icy, it literally sent chills down the spines of the party goers. Everyone stilled , wide-eyed and anxious waiting for Marshall to turn around. Receiving a punch in the face was nothing for Marshall, he's been struck worse but there was something about the way his older sister had hit him. Like she was deeming him as submissive, like he was nothing. Huh, guess I struck a chord there?

"Playing dirty there Marce? It's a shame, I was really looking forward to a nice party" Marshall sadistically grinned as his body began to morph into his inner demon. What was once a charming handsome young man, was now becoming a 20 foot tall demonic bat. In the mist of the transformation the Abadeer twin dissipated in to the thin air. Gasps were collected throughout the tree house as Marceline rolled her eyes. Marshall really does love to put on a show. Calm and collected, she worked her way through the mass of creatures, making her way outside.

The wind began to pick up as Marceline walked a few yards away from the house, wanting to create enough space between her and the tree house in prevention of damage being inflicted upon the house. Dozens of memories lied within the house, she wouldn't want to give up her only souvenir of the old days now would she?

A black mass quickly whirled by. Marceline drew in a deep breath preparing herself for any on coming attacks Marshall decided to throw. She could hear a slight hiss emit from above.

''Way to be dramatic Lee! Seriously, you're totally fueling this whole fucking sibling rivalry thing!'' Marceline shouted as she too began to change into a gigantic bat. Her body changing into a purple-black mass. Fangs bared in a scowl, Marceline scanned the field for the younger twin. Cheers of excitement and disaprovement grew as everyone poured from the house to watch the fight engage. With his sister unfocused, Marshall used this to his advantage, punching her so hard, she went flying backwards, landing in a small lake nearby.

Looking smug of his surprise attack, the younger vampire stood in anticipation, waiting for his sister to emerge from the water. Few minutes passed as the younger Abadeer grew confused . I didn't hit Marcy hard enough to really have hurt her, did I? Shaking his head, he wore a grim expression. No, Marshall! She doesn't deserve sympathy. She started this, you're just finishing it. A black figure tackled him into the ground, breaking him out of his musings. Managing to roll over so he laid on his back, a pale hand struck him, bruising his nose.

"What, not so big now when it's you down Marshy?" Marceline teased, raising her fist, she began to throw blow after blow into the younger vampire's face. His eyebrow was beaten open, and blood began to trickle down and off the side of his Marshall swiped his claw stricken hand across Marceline's face.

With Marceline caught off guard, Marshall managed to kick the older sibling away, putting space between himself and his twin. He transformed back into his vampire form, wiping blood from his mouth. Running his tounge over his teeth, he felt a gap. Confused, Marshall raised his hand and touched to where his right fang was supposed to be, well fanging?

What the fuck? Looking up, he saw that Marceline had already changed back and was now rising to her feet steadily. A scowl broke across his face, anger filling his body. " MY FUCKING FANG,'' he shouted, startling his sister. '' YOU KNOCKED OUT MY FUCKING FANG!" Grabbing his hair he tugged, pulling the hair over his eyes. How the hell was he supposed to be the bad-ass, sexy vampire prince he was if one of his fangs were missing!

Pissed off Marshall pointed a finger at his sister "I'm going home, and I'm telling dad!'' He threatened. Unfazed, Marceline smirked which only furthur enraged the boy. Shooting one last glare towards the girl, he transported back to the Nitosphere.

Marceline rolled her eyes, and looked back to the party. Slowly she flashed a grin and the crowd erupted in hoots and hollers. Marceline eyes locked with worried blue ones, none of which belonged to the famous Bubblegum Princess, breaking the gaze Marceline made her way back home to escape from those judgemental eyes..