Fionna's POV

"...where am I..."

"...what happened to me..."

"...what's going on..."

"...who...Who...Who are you..? OH MY GLOB WHO ARE YOU?"

I woke up in stages, just barely taking note of where I was before I saw a huge stinkin' face standing over me! I mean honestly! I'm scrambling to get away but I'm on my back, and I think I'm held down somehow...? What?

Oh my glob. I'm just in a bed. The face that I saw for a second disappeared as soon as I saw it...him...and I'm starting to think I imagined it?

But someone had to put me in a bed...

Holy junk, I just saw something move.

"I want Cake."

Oh glob I think I said that out loud.

"What's your name?"

Ohhhhh glob. Oh glob oh glob oh glob! Where did that voice come from?!

Suddenly in the corner of the room I see the air kind of shimmer, like when it gets real hot out in the summer. Then there's just this GUY standing there, like "Oh I appeared out of the heat shimmer even though it's like twelve degrees in this room." Okay.

Wait. NOT okay.

"No, who the junk are you?!"

This guy smirks. I don't think I like him.

Wait-! My memory's coming back... I think...I think this is the guy who scared me in the cave. Then why am I in a house...?

His smirk gets even more pronounced. I guess I'm making a face or something. I can't help it. I'm confused.

"I asked you first, blue." Now I'm sure it's him. He's got the same silky voice that doesn't look like it goes with his body

(not that his body doesn't look silky)

and makes my hair stand on end.

What was that thought?

I can feel my cheeks go bright red and his smirk becomes a full-blown grin as he sees it. "M-my name's Fionna." I stutter, mentally slapping myself for sounding like a ten-year old.

He runs a hand through his hair

(oh that long dark hair it's beautiful)

and chuckles. "Now was that so hard? And I'm Marshall Lee. The Vampire King? Remember? I already introduced myself. I'm hurt that you don't remember."

I scowl a little because I am NOT happy at waking up in a strange bed and I do NOT enjoy this pounding in my head and I do NOT appreciate his tone. At all.

"Listen up, Marshall. I want answers an I want them NOW. How did I get here? And why am I here?"

He walks (maybe he's floating?) over to my bed and suddenly something hits me. Vampire King.

Oh glob.

Vampire. As in, blood-sucking, vaporized in the sun, turn into bats, possibly disappear vampire.

What is going on?

He sits on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly playing with the frayed corner of a blanket. "Well," he starts, "you passed out after I scared you and hit your head pretty hard. I couldn't figure out what to do and I had to leave. I couldn't just leave you there. There's nasty things in that cave." He pauses, smirks again. "You're lucky I got to you before anything worse did, blue."

Well that's just plain offensive.

"Excuse me?! I can handle anything in that cave! I could kick your butt if I wanted to!" My face is bright red and my hair's a mess but I don't care. I'm furious.

He laughs. The sound grates on my nerves. "Sweetheart, you probably can't even get up yet. Let alone kick my butt."

So there's that.

"Okay...well where the junk am I?"

He rolls his eyes. "Where do you think? My house, duh."

My eyes go wide. "So, um. Is this, um, your bed?"

He reaches towards me, chucks one long pale blue-gray finger under my chin and croons, "Don't you wish, Miss Fionna."

I really don't like this guy.

But damn is he attractive or what?

Oh I hope he isn't one of those mind-reading vampires.

"So what was that you said a minute ago about cake?"

Guilt washes over me as I remember my sister back at home. She's probably worried sick! Although I guess that depends on how long I've been gone...

"Marshall, quick! How long have I been here?!"

He counts on his fingers. "Uh, about eight hours. Why?"

"Oh glob." I mutter. "Cake is gonna kill me when she finds me!"

He gives me a weird look. "Cake? Who or what is a Cake?"

"Ugh! Cake is my sister! She's probably furious with me... Do you have a phone I can use?!" I shouted. Honestly, how some people don't grasp the gravity if a situation is beyond me.

He looked confused, but walked away muttering, "What kind of name is Cake...?" and came back with a cell phone. I punched in BMO's number and got the numbers wrong twice in my hurry. Finally, I heard the ringing and on the third ring, BMO picked up.

"Hallo? Who is this?" He...she...er, it answered.

"BMO! It's Fionna! Is Cake there?!"

"Oh hi Fionna! Cake is out looking for you! I will tell her you called when she gets home, okay? She will be fine! Are you okay?" the little robot asked.

"Yes, yes I'm fine. Make sure you tell her that! And tell her not to come look for me. I don't know when I'll be back, but I'll be safe. Tell her I promise." What the junk is up with these tears in my eyes? Why am I crying?!

BMO beeps happily. "I will tell her, Fionna! Good bye!"

I silently hand the phone back to Marshall and turn over. He plops down heavily on the bed and laughs. "Oh no, blue. You're in my house, I saved your life. You don't get to just ignore me. I'm the Vampire King, remember?"

Maybe if I pretend I fell asleep he'll leave.

A hand on my shoulder. Okay.

Oh glob, I'm not really that light and he just flips me over so I'm facing him. So apparently not.

I glare up at him. "Marshall...!"

The smile drops from his face. "Oh nuh-uh. It's Marshall LEE. You have to say both names. Thems the rules."

I sigh. "Fine, Marshall LEE. When can I leave?"

He leans back against my legs and glances at his wrist-devoid of a watch, I should add. "Hmmm... I should say... Never."

I gasp, and it hurts my head. "WHAT?! You can't keep me here!"

He grins again. "I'm afraid I can! I'm all alone here in Aaa, Fionna. I need a friend. Won't you be my friend?"

"I HAVE friends. I want to go HOME. I want to go OUTSIDE." My stomach growls. "I want to eat."

He laughs and gets off the bed. "I'll go get you something, if you promise you won't leave yet. And admit that you're wildly attracted to me."

My face goes scarlet as I stammer out, "N-no I don't! And you won't let me leave even if I don't promise so what's the point?!"

He laughs again. It's kind of infectious. "Haha, at least you're a smart one, Fi. Can I call you Fi? I'm going to, so get used to it."

And with that he leaves, and I'm stuck with a new friend, a new nickname, and a new headache. Lucky me.

A. N. Thanks for reviewing, you lovely people. I'm sure things will heat up between Marshall Lee and Fionna here in a bit. Just you wait.

As always, lub yew all. -Nada