Me reading my own story(yeah I do this) at the part where Marshall is extremely bad $#.
Me: That's right Marshall defend your woman!
Gumball and FP: Hey, SkullCandy, we need to talk.
Me looking behind to see two angry princes.
Me: eep! Marshall SAVE ME!
Marshall: Calm down, geez.
Me: Don't be rude! I'll punish you!
Marshall: I'll just use my sexy vampire powers on you.
Me: Well...IM GONNA TELL UR MOMMY YOU HAVE BEEN PLAYING WITH MORTALS!
Marshall: No! Please don't do that!
Me: (Insanely laughing)Too late!
Marshall falls to knees
Marshall: my life is over.
Me: Oh, I feel bad now. SORRY!
Marshall: Its too late now!
Me: I know! But she had to show up eventually right? This is the story of how ou almost died.
Marshall: I am dead.
Me: 0-0...why do you have to make a sarcastic remark after anything I say, it makes me look stupid.
Marshall: You are stupid.
me crying in corner
Marshall: 0.o? sry?
Me: WHY R U SOO MEAN! (gets back on computer) Whatever, I have to message my people anyway. The fans await.
Marshall: What fans?
me giving death stare. Marshall shutting up.
Me: Anyway, sorry guys school is starting soon so I wont b as consistent with posting new chapters but I will try my best.
Marshall: So basically she's telling you guys she fails and will post once every other year.
Me: NO! Marshall Lee I am going to bring you back to life, kill you, and bring you back just so I can kill you again! I don't care how hot you are your an $#hole and I will now torture you!
Marshall: ...so you wanna make out now?
Me: YES(me gusta face)
Marshall sat on his very uncomfortable red couch. He strummed the strings on his guitar and sat around the house. Laziness was not something he drove to do for it had no pleasure. It only made him tired and cranky as well as it being boring. But he couldn't talk to anyone. Not after last night. He had only shown barley even a fraction of his powers, and yet it drove utter fear into them all. How? All he had done was give Ignitus a squeeze of the wrist. Somehow it scared him. Was he really so terrifying that Fiona couldn't even look him in the eye? Fiona. He'd scared her too. That was the real reason he was beating himself up. Everything, his love, his entertainment, his excitement, his pleasure, all he did went back to the core of Fiona.
As a mortal, Fiona had no connection to the Nightosphere like he did. A prince has to marry a princess. When your an immortal thousand year vampire and future ruler of the Nightosphere, expectations of a princess included more than land, money, and titles but also being immortal like himself. His mother always hated humans. She never truly loved him either. He never knew his father. But if he did he probably wouldn't like him either. Gumball, even though he wasn't fully human, he didn't much care for him. Ignitus would most likely hate or fear him now. Everyone he meet seemed to hate him in some way. Except Fiona. Even though Cake seemed to like him enough, she often feared him. But Fiona never really gave it a second thought that the guy she was playing video games with was a vampire. Now she would, and it was all Flame Prince's fault! But then again, it was really all his fault, wasn't it. Hamba, his stuffed bear, was the only thing that ever made him feel like he had someone to talk to that was perfect.
It was funny, he story behind Hamba. Or rather the reason he loved her so much. Fiona was his new beloved. He had to protect her, as long as he kept his true power at bay he could be with her as friends until she died. Until she died...wow. Dying is the reason Marshall stopped hanging with mortals in the firs place. At a young age he was taught to hate mortals. As he got older, he became exposed to them and decided he liked them. It was the start to him and his mother's now very complicated relationship. So he became friends with mortal humans and was soon able to keep his bloodlust from interfering with his relationships. But one thing he didn't quite expect ruined everything. They grew up and later died. So he started making immortal friends, like himself, out of his own fear of losing those he cared for.
It was how he really got to know Ashley. Because of her wizard powers, she was powerful and although almost immortal she wasn't indestructible. But neither was he. She wouldn't live a thousand years like he had but she would most definitely reach the hundreds. Vampires live for a few centuries but most are eventually killed or die from the extreme old age. So he wasn't "immortal" in the sense but he was very powerful and lived for quite a long time.
Vampire legends are quite odd. They don't sparkle. No offense to Stephanie Meyer, but how did she even think of that?! Edward Cullen is too whiny, he gives vampires like himself bad names. At least some of the Cullen family like Alice were awesome enough to act vampirish. He didn't quite know why he had thought of Twilight, he had read the books and actually enjoyed them. But the point was untrue vampire legends! They don't live forever, just a really long time. No, crosses and "holy water" would not kill a vampire! Garlic does take effect on vampires. Sunlight would kill him most definitely. He could turn into a bat, but also other things like a wolf and a shadow beat that resembled much of a giant black octopus. A wooden stake to the heart would kill anything, silver is better though. Like most vampires, his mother drinks blood. He chose to drink the color red instead, although it isn't as filling. At a younger age, his bloodlust was the worst of any vampire. He's slaughter anything to satisfy his thirst. Later, he became less of a monster and more of a...human.
He almost hated admitting it, but often times he acted as if he were human. He almost enjoyed it. Living forever doesn't exactly mean eternal happiness. Even if forever was a few centuries, it was still very long.
As he sat alone in his worries, he hoped the door would knock. Then, like his imagination played it out, a soft knock came at the door. He rushed to answer it, and it was indeed Fiona! "I'm sorry, Fi." He said. "For what? You saved me Marshall. I love you." Before he knew it their lips were touching. At then the real knock on the door came. His imaginary world was far better then the real one, but perhaps Fiona really would be at the door. Maybe she wouldn't be was forgiving or as physical, he smiled at the thought, but at least she'd be there with him. He opened the door, but wasn't as pleased with the woman standing there as he hoped he'd be.
The woman in a sharp business suit, dagger like eyes, and a frown for a smile appeared on the doorstep of he home of Marshall Lee. "Mom? what are you doing here?" He asked, rather shocked. Was his mind still playing with him, cause this is not the world he wanted. He tried to picture Fiona standing there with no such luck. "Quite rude my son. Are you not even going to invite your own mother inside your home after her long journey just for you?" She asked bitterly, as normal. Vampires didn't need to be invite in, it was just courteous to be invited. "Yeah, sure." He said, making room for her to come through the doorstep. "So exactly why are you here?" He asked, closing the door behind him. "A mother can't visit her only son because she misses him?" His mother asked, faking a pained expression as she sat on his uncomfortable red couch.
Marshall crossed his arms and raised a brow. His mother sighed. "Alright, Marshall. I know I haven't been the mother you always wanted." She stared, Marshall already felt uncomfortable and awkward. "But, I need you to come home." She said. "I am home. Aaa is my home." Marshall said in a matter of fact tone. "No, I mean your real home, Marshall." She said, a hint of actual caring in her voice. "What do you mean, Aaa is my home." He said bitterly. "Not it isn't. You belong in the Nightosphere-" Marshall interjected in her persuasion, "NO! I don't belong there!" He said. "Marshall, you are acting like a child." She said. "I'm a thousand years old, mom!" He pointed out. "Exactly!" She snapped. It was quiet for a split second. "I was just about your age when I took over as queen. Your grandfather was killed rather suddenly and I was all that was left." Silence. "You are all that is left of the royals, Marshall. I have let you carry on long enough with your foolish fun with living with mortals." Marshall stopped her. "It isn't foolish! I like it here!" He screamed. "You have a duty to rule the Nightosphere! Weather you like it or not you will be king one day and rule the night as I have. I can't let you rule a kingdom you know nothing about nor have any idea how to rule! Now, it is time to quiet this ridiculous child like behavior and be a big boy and come home!" His mother commanded. "That is not a request, it is an order." She finished. "Yeah, well you don't give me orders anymore." He said.
His mother, a bit taken back, tried to say something else but was cut off. "You can go back to the Nightosphere without me. But i'm staying right here with my friends." He said. She laughed a bit. "Friends? Ha! Marshall, my child. Do you really think you have any friends? You are a vampire! Heir to the Nightosphere for Globs sake! What mortal fools could ever love you?" She said. Marshall didn't want to admit how much that stung. "Do you really hate me that much, mother?" He asked bitterly. She couldn't answer, she didn't know how. "Yeah, FYI mom, I DO have friends. And yeah, they ARE mortal. And yes, they DO know who I really am. Gumball, Cake, and Fiona are the fools that love me. Guess you wouldn't know how that feels do you? Well, I love them back. I would do anything for them. I am not the evil person you keep wanting me to be! Get over it! I am not going to rule your precious kingdom so find another son and love him! Because guess what, you already ruined this one." Silence. "You know the way out." He said, as he left her there in his home to think only one thing over and over. "Glob, what have I done?"