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Fionna did feel guilty about poisoning Cake. Really, she did. She also felt guilty about not carrying Marshall's message to Gumball, but some things just couldn't be helped.
And in all honesty, it was just a sleeping poison. As Fionna propped Cake back in her chair, she admired her handiwork. It was easy to drip the sleeping stuff into Cake's tea while she wasn't looking. Fionna carefully tipped Cake's head back and pried her mouth apart.
Slowly and carefully, so she wouldn't accidentally drown her sister, Fionna poured the rest of the tea down Cake's throat. There. That should keep her out for a good, long while.
Fionna pulled her backpack on and grabbed her sword. "Bye Cake. See you in a bit," she whispered. Beemo twitched as Fionna tiptoed past them. Fionna froze and waited for Beemo to still, which it eventually did.
She climbed down the ladder, and walked through the treasure room. Once she was in the sunlight, she took a deep, steady breath of the warm afternoon air. It was a good idea to hunt the vampire during the day, she thought smugly.
Swinging her arms, she strode through the grasslands. Her big smile had slowly faded. How the lump was she supposed to find a vampire?
"Oi! Kid!" shouted a heavily accented voice. Fionna jumped and turned. "Ain't you Cake's kid sister?" The speaker was a little creature that looked like it was made of fire.
"I hate being called kid," Fionna muttered under her breath, but forced herself to smile and walk over. "Yeah. You're… Flamba, right?"
"Yeah. So, kid, anything I can do for you?" Flamba asked, planting her teeny hands on her hips.
"Actually, yeah. I need to find Marshall Lee. He's a vampire," she explained.
"I heard of a Marshall Lee," drawled Flamba.
"And? Where is he?" Fionna asked, almost bouncing with excitement. So close! She thought.
Flamba paused thoughtful. "It seems my memory's a bit clouded. Maybe you got something worth having to clear it?" Fionna's heart sank. What the heck to you give a fire creature?
She dug around in her backpack. "Um, I have… a piece of coal?" she said, surprised. Flamba perked up.
"Oh, yeah, I remember know," she exclaimed once Fionna gave her the coal.
"Well?" asked Fionna.
Much to Fionna's surprise, Flamba took a bite of coal. "Mmm. A little stale out of the stone, but good. Anyway, I heard he's in a cave that way," she said, pointing. "You gotta go over or through the river Kib, and then there's a big old cave entrance. Just go through there."
"Thanks, Flamba," said Fionna.
"No problem, kid. Hey, if you need anything information, just find me, 'kay, kid?"
I'll do that," Fionna called over her shoulder. "I still hate being called kid," she told the ground.
Fionna stared at the river. "How the heck am I supposed to go over that?" she demanded.
"Hey, hey, hey miss. Miss? Down here, miss," said a little voice by her feet.
"Huh?" Fionna glanced down. A worm with a little red bow was at her feet.
"Hey, miss, a little down the shore is a boat," said the little worm.
"Oh, thanks!" said Fionna. "Anything I can help you with?"
"Yeah, actually," said the worm. "Can you put me up in that tree over there? I'm visiting a distant cousin, and I was having a little trouble," said the worm sheepishly.
"Oh, no problem," said Fionna. She picked up the worm and put it on a tree branch. "Here ya go."
"Thank you, miss!" said the worm. "Hey, I heard there's a vampire across that big ol' river. You be careful, miss."
"I will! Thank you!" said Fionna, running to the boat. It was a crappy little wooden one, but it would have to work.
Fionna was quick about rowing across the freaking HUGE river, and dragging the boat onto the shore. She stared into the cave. It was dark, and shadows clung to walls and crevices like slime. She shuddered.
Readying her sword, she stared defiantly into the dark. "Hello?"
A few creatures stirred in the dark and Fionna jumped. Cool it, she scolded herself, you're fine.
"Come out, vampire!" she yelled. "Show your stupid, evil, maggot-eaten face!" The vampire stepped out of the shadows, pouting and crossing his arms.
"I thought I was rather attractive," he said, pretending to be offended. Fionna tightened her grip on her sword.
"By order of the CandyKingdom, you are under arrest, and you have to come with me!" said Fionna. For a few seconds, Marshall just looked at her. Then he laughed, doubling over.
"So, Bubba sends little girls to capture villains?" he asked, laughing. Fionna bristled.
"No! I came of my own accord!" she said angrily. Marshall just laughed harder.
"You? Aww, the wittle ittle human thinks she can take on the big, bad, Vampire King?" he asked between chuckles. "Don't make me laugh, kid."
"Don't-call-me-kid!" she yelled, and ran at him, swinging her sword. He twitched to the side, evading her blow, and launched himself up above her reach. Fionna ducked as he flew at her.
Marshall landed on the pebbly beach, crouching like a cat. He hissed, his eyes enlarging and turning pitch black with teeny red pupils. He sprang at Fionna, who swung at him. He grabbed her sword and he flew past, and threw it into the bay.
"Crap!" Fionna hissed, diving as he flew at her again. His claws caught the back of her shirt, tearing four long holes, and four long cuts on her skin. Marshall was now a demon, with shaggy black fur, those black eyes, wings, claws, and bat wings.
He flew at her again, and Fionna picked up a board and hit him with a satisfying crack. He was flung backwards, and crumpled against the ground, mostly in the dark. Fionna could see his hand, pale and more human-like, and part of his head and face, also human-like.
Fionna dropped the plank, and stared at him in surprise. Did she just knock him out? A huge grin spread over her face, and she did a little victory dance.
"Yes! Yes, yes yes yes yes yes!" she cheered, searching her backpack for rope happily. It would be child's play to get him to the CandyKingdom.
She squeaked in surprise and a cold arm wrapped around her, pinning one arm to herself while a different cold hand held her left wrist. She was lifted off the ground, and a cold face was pressed to her neck.
"God, I just love humans," said Marshall with an evil chuckle. "They're just so easy to trick!" he said. Fionna could feel his mouth move and his teeth scratch and scrape against her neck.
"And they're so…" he continued, trailing off. He squeezed her wrist so hard it shattered while he twisted it violently. Fionna cried out. "Fragile," he purred. He let go of her with one arm, so he still held her dangling by her wrist.
"Don't mess with something you can't handle, kid," he said, letting go of her. Fionna crumpled and held her wrist as the Vampire King melted into the shadows.
How the heck am I supposed to get home now? She thought bitterly, observing her wrist.
"So, let me get this strait," said Cake, getting the jar of Ogre Tears, "You slipped me some sleeping stuff, went out, tried to capture a vampire, and he shattered your wrist?"
Fionna shrugged, trying to straiten out her wrist on the table. It didn't hurt that much. She just panicked when she yelled as he shattered it. "Yeah, I guess."
Cake sighed. "I told you vampires are dangerous," she said.
"Yeah." Cake wetted a washcloth with the tears, and wrapped it around Fionna's wrist. In seconds, her bone put itself back together and healed. Fionna turned her back to Cake, who tsked in disapproval.
"You're running out of shirts," said Cake, cutting away what was left so she could smear the washcloth down Fionna's back.
"Yeah…" Fionna said, trailing off. "Cake?"
"Mhmm, baby?"
"I need to catch him," Fionna said quietly.
Cake sighed. "I know, baby, I know."
Hey guys. I'm having a lot of trouble with this next chapter, and I'm finding it really hard to continue it. So, if you're reading this, do you mind reviewing? They make me happy and work faster. On anything. Just a review in general.
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