Warning: there is slight sexual content in this chapter (well more of edging towards sexual content without ever really getting there), but it's very short and not very graphic.
AN: Hi! Okay so I posted this yesterday and it's already gotten a lot of views and positive reviews and thank you all so much for the support! I'm new to writing fanfiction so this positive feedback makes me want to write more (: thank you for following/reviewing/favoriting the story! It means so much to me! I'll be sure to write more tomorrow and post it on here, so be on the lookout for Chapter 4!
Fionna sighed as she dropped BMO's remote on the couch. She laid back, her hair surrounding her. She'd abandoned her hat hours ago when she decided she wanted to have a lazy day in the Tree House. Cake had left earlier for a date with her boyfriend, and Fionna had been extremely bored ever since, which led her to the conclusion that lazy days were rarely ever fun. She sat up and walked over to the phone, picking it up and dialing a number. She held the phone to her ear as she leaned against the wall, waiting for a certain Vampire King to answer.
Marshall barely heard the phone ring over the sound of the yelling, laughing Vampires crowding his house. He rarely threw house parties, but when he did, he made sure they were the best. He shoved his thumb into one ear as he picked up the phone, holding it close to the other ear. "Hello?!" He yelled into the phone, hoping the person on the other end would hear him.
"Marshall?" Fionna said into the phone, confused by the loud noise on the other end of the line. "Did I call at a bad time?"
"Sort of!" He yelled into the speaker, pushing away a Vampire when she tried to hug him. "I'm kind of at a party right now and –"
"A party? I love parties!" Fionna said, pressing the phone harder into her ear.
"This isn't like one of Gumball's parties, Fionna. This is hardcore." He replied, pressing a finger to his temple. "It's not safe for you."
"Nothing's too dangerous for me!" Fionna replied, bouncing with excitement. "Please let me come over? Pleaseeee?" She whined.
He sighed, knowing he would regret it later. "Fine, come over. Just promise me you won't drink any alc-"
"Okay, see you soon!" She said, ignoring his warning as she hung up the phone. She ran upstairs to get ready, dressing in a pair of leggings and a blue hoodie. She tugged her hat over her head, tucking all but her bangs into it. She ran outside, leaving her backpack and sword at home. It was a party! Why would she need a weapon at a party?
"I told you it wasn't like Gumball's parties." Marshall mumbled as she walked inside. There were Vampires everywhere; some floating and some walking around, all holding cups of the same brown liquid.
"What are they drinking?" She asked, glancing over at him as she walked past a couple of Vampires, all laughing and chatting. She slipped into the kitchen, Marshall floating behind her.
"Alcohol. Beer, actually, and you aren't allowed to have any." He said, steering her away from the keg that sat on the counter. She turned around to face him, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed.
"Why not? All of the others have some, why can't I?"
"They're all drunk, Fionna. I'm not going to let you get drunk."
"Why? That sounds like fun!" He stared at her for a moment as the words fell out of her mouth, and then he turned around and poured a small glass for her.
"You know what? Fine. Have a cup. But you're seriously, seriously going to regret it in the morning." He growled, shoving the cup towards her. She took it and raised it to her lips, taking a large gulp. She immediately gagged, slapping her hand over her mouth to keep from throwing up. He laughed slightly, shaking his head.
"You didn't tell me it tasted horrible!" She yelled, once she'd finally swallowed the beer.
"It's from before the War, of course it's going to taste horrible." He chuckled, taking the cup from her and swallowing a large gulp easily. "But I happen to like the stuff."
"How can you even stand it?" She asked, taking another small sip, coughing once she was finished. "Yuck."
"I've been drinking it for ages, babe." He replied, floating and leaning back, tucking his arms behind his head. "Now would you rather sit in here all night or go out there and enjoy the party?" Marshall asked, nodding his head towards the party. "I'm going to play my bass in a bit."
"I think I'm fine right here." She said, holding her cup in her hands, her fingers curled around it as she took another sip.
"Scared of a few vampires?" He chuckled, flashing her his fangs. "I'm one of them, you know."
"I'm not scared of them." She said, shifting slightly. She reached up to fix one of the ears on her hat. "I'm just sort of… not like them. I don't want them to hate on me or anything."
"Hate on you? Fionna, you're the most lovable person I know. Come on." He tugged on the sleeve of her hoodie, pulling her towards the living room door. "You'll have fun, I promise. Us Vampires are party animals." He winked at her as he pulled her though the door. She stumbled into the living room, but barely anyone looked over at her. She shoved one of her hands into her hoodie pocket, and she held her drink with the other hand. "You stay here, watch me rock out for a bit, and then I'll hang with you afterwards." He patted her head.
She pushed his hand away, giggling. "Fine, whatever. Rock on, bass boy." He smiled, floating away to get his bass out of the corner. He floated to the middle of the room and strummed a loud note.
"How's the party, everyone?" He yelled out, and everyone cheered loudly. "Rad. I'm going to sing you guys a few songs and get this party rocking!" He strummed a few more notes and the house practically vibrated. Fionna yelled along with the others, but she felt so excluded. She didn't know anyone at the party, but they all looked like they had known each other forever. She sighed, sinking into a corner of the room as she continued to sip from her cup, the gross liquid quickly become tasty as her body warmed and she felt herself become less tense.
As Marshall ended his second song, a tall, skinny Vampire dude sauntered over to Fionna, holding out a cup for her. "Here, yours looks kind of empty. I'm Chase." Fionna smiled and accepted the drink as she introduced herself, her words slightly slurred. "Woah, you a bit buzzed, Fionna? Maybe we should get you upstairs, away from the loud party."
"I-I don't think s-so. Marshy s-s-said he would come find m-me after he rocked o-out." She pushed herself even further backwards into the corner, frowning.
"I'm one of Marshall's close friends. I'll just tell him where you are after he's done, okay? You can trust me." He held his hand out for her, and after a few moments of drunk thinking, she took his hand and giggled, taking a long sip from her cup. He led her upstairs to Marshall's bedroom, and he sat her down on the bed before plopping down next to her.
"So, Fionna… how many cups have you had to drink?" He asked her, scooting closer to her. He laid his hand on her leg and she pushed it away, frowning at him.
"O-One. But this is my f-f-first time drinking." She said, taking another sip from her cup, emptying it. The room was blurry and she could barely make out the shape of Chase beside her. She felt his hand on her waist and she laid her own hand over it, trying to move it away. "Stop t-that."
"Why should I? I thought you liked me. Isn't that why you came up here with me?" He asked her, leaning forward to kiss her neck. She felt his fangs scrape against her neck and she shivered, trying to push him away. He forced himself onto her, laying her back on the bed as he laid on top of her.
"Stop it!" She yelled, trying to push him off. It was no use; he had to be twice as heavy as her. She grabbed his hair and tried to pull him away from her, his fangs continuously digging deeper and deeper into her skin with every kiss. "Stop!" She shrieked, punching his back, trying to get him off of her. He shoved his hand up her hoodie, his hand skimming over her stomach. "Marshall!" She screamed, tears filling her eyes.
Marshall couldn't find Fionna. He tried and tried, but no one had seen her; most of the Vampires didn't even know who she way. She would have told him if she had decided to go home, wouldn't she? He sighed, burying his face in her hands. He heard yelling from upstairs, but he figured it was probably just two vampires fighting. Then he heard the unmistakable scream: "Marshall!" Fionna's voice. He immediately floated upstairs, finding Chase on top of Fionna. He ran over to Chase, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him away from Fionna. Chase slid across the floor, yelping out in pain.
"Dammit, Marshall Lee!" He yelled, standing up and running towards him. Marshall swung, slamming his fist into his cheek. Chase hit the wall and stumbled to his feet once again. "She was liking it!"
"Get the hell out of here, Chase!" Marshall yelled, pushing him downstairs. Marshall floated downstairs, unplugging the ancient music player. "The party is over! Everyone get out!" He yelled, and the Vampires immediately began to scatter, all of them fearing the Vampire King. Once the house was cleared, Marshall floated upstairs to find Fionna shaking in his bed.
"M-Marshall…" She whimpered, tears running down her cheeks. "He almost… h-he could have…" Marshall gathered her in his arms, holding her in his lap.
"Just shut up, okay? Don't even think about it." He buried his face in her hat, hugging her tightly as she sobbed, face buried in her hands. "You're never going to see him again."
"I-I'm sorry." She cried, wrapping her arms around him. "I shouldn't have come."
"Fionna, are you kidding me right now? It's not your fault. Chase is a jerk. He shouldn't have even been here tonight. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine." He sighed, letting her slip off of his lap and into the bed. He pulled a blanket over her and wiped the tears off of her cheeks. "Just go to sleep."
"Don't g-go." She sobbed, pulling him back towards her when he tried to float away. He surrendered, climbing into bed next to her. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it away before wrapping an arm around her, pulling her towards him.
"This is a one time thing, you know." He chuckled, rubbing her back.
She giggled slightly, and before he could pull away, she leaned up and kissed him. She quickly pulled away and buried her face in his neck, before falling asleep. He laid there, paralyzed.
Fionna kissed him.
She kissed him.
Oh, no.
