I shut my eyes tightly, and quickly sank my teeth into her willing neck. I felt her stiffen in my arms and heard her gasp of pain. The unnerving sound of her shivering breath made my face feel cold and my own non-beating heart lurch. I proceeded to drink the blood from her, making sure I got every last bit, or else she might not turn and just... die. I felt her growing weaker, her breath now reduced to a faint whisper of sound, and then... silence.

I gently set her back on the ground, and pushed the hair out of her face... her peaceful-looking face... I hoped she would turn... I don't quite remember my turning, but I had made a base ratio of turned victims to dead victims: The stronger they are, the weaker their chance of getting back. I don't, nor do I believe will I ever, understand how this could possibly be, but I wasn't going to question Glob's omnipotent hand. I looked back to Fionna, now worried. Was she... dead? Did I..? No, I couldn't have... I refused to believe that she was gone, and I pushed her side gently, calling her name out into the Astrol Realm, hoping some sort of Astrol beast could help her.

Quite a few minutes passed, but to me, it felt as if I had been waiting by her side for nights... My hope that she was coming back was fading fast, and I couldn't hold back the tears at the rim of my eyelids any longer. My chest and lungs heaved, causing me to sob quietly, sniffling. Before I knew it, I was face-first into her stomach, making... very embarassing crying noises... and crying hot tears into her shirt. I was sure that she would never be coming back, that is, until she suddenly sat up, which nearly made me piss myself...

She started to feel at her face and neck, as if searching for some sign that she was undead, and not just dead. She felt at the left side of her neck, which, I assume, she was looking for the bitemarks, then she felt at her face, feeling her fangs that now hung out of her mouth and pressed against her bottom lip.

"F... Fionna?" I stammered, amazed.

"Marshall?" she replied, as if confirming her presence.

I dove toward her, scooping her into a hug that was probably strong enough to kill a bear. I ran my hand through the hair that hung out of her bunny-hat, glad that she wasn't gone, tears of pain turned to tears of happiness.

"I thought I'd never see you again," I whispered into her ear.

"Don't worry, Marshall," she comforted. "I'll always come back."