Author's Note:
Almost 666 views. Good...Good... Anyhow back on topic. So far it has been a lot of fun writing this and I am glad people are still enjoying it. I was not sure about chapter three but no one has complained yet so I will take that little victory and pocket it. I am still open to suggestions for the future of this story so always feel free to drop a pm or review with your ideas. Now that Marcie has been introduced things should get a lot more emotional. :3 awwwwwwww poor Finn.
Reponse:
Radicaldizzytacoz- Your name reminds me of a food chain where I love called ChronicTacos. Its owned by Weeman from the show Jackass. xD
Something lost- Will do!
Apocalyptos- True, I have found it difficult to find real gems lately. Specifically for FinnxMarcie. I understand that not everyone is the same level of writing ability but some seem to just be pushed out without any editing or consideration to becoming out of character. Though if you look hard enough you can always find a nice piece that keeps you reading. I recommend Alicia Vaill. I really enjoy her works so far.
Chapter 4. What Am I to You?
His mind was almost blank as he shambled across her living room until he made his way to her couch. The red leather piece seemed like such a good invitation for his sore body he quickly jumped up to give himself some deserved rest. Bad idea.
"What the math Marcie, I thought we told you this couch sucks," he yelled as the boulder that Marceline had called a couch cracked against his tired body.
The vampire queen only laughed and smiled a toothed grin. "Settle down hero, how many times are you going to forget it's hard to care about silly things like comfortable chairs when I can float?" She said this as she floated upstairs to presumably gather some bandages to patch him up.
He only grumbled in protest as he watched her disappear upstairs unwilling and too tired to continue the futile argument. It has been years since they met and if she was going to get a new one, surely she would have bought one by now.
Maybe I could get her one? I bet she would like that! Yeah! She would totes like me for tha-
He caught himself before he got too far into that thought and felt a slight flush form on his cheeks.
Waa why does it matter if she likes you for it? You only want to get her a new couch so your buns don't feel like they been kicked around all the kingdoms. Yeah that's why! Don't glob things up again... she is your best friend. Right?
He got so wrapped up in his train of thought again he failed to notice the pale skinned beauty floating inches above his face looking down at him questionably. Over the course of three years she had come to be able to read his thoughts to a certain degree. She could tell when he was troubled and lately she had felt something dwelling within his young heart that was eating away at him. It only grew worse when he and FP got together. She had remained quiet about their relationship because she was hopeful that the fire elemental could fill the void that Bonnibel had left in the poor hero's heart, but he only seemed to grow more distant when she would try to ask how they were doing. She wanted to ask him and help, but she had no place in meddling with his love life. It hadn't exactly worked out the way he wanted the last time she tried to interfere. Even with her good intentions she had gotten him kicked out of the Candy Kingdom. It hurt her to see him in this funk. She wanted to see him bouncing off the walls, running off to save everyone, jamming out with her, and happy. Looking down at him she didn't realize she had been slowly lowering herself closer to his now sleeping face.
He must have fell asleep. He did get cut up and run all the way here. Finn, why are you in so much pain? Why can't you just see what you have, what you could have?
"Finn..." she rested her forehead against his and felt the warmth radiating from his living flesh warm her in a way that was unfamiliar to her. It was rare for her to feel anything other than the cold sensation of her undeath. It didn't bother her, but remembering how it felt to be alive, how it felt to having a beating heart brought feelings she would otherwise stash away inside. She had noticed his warmth ever since their first meeting. When she kissed him on the cheek back then she had only meant it playfully in thanks for the fun time they had. Sure threatening to kill him may have been a little much, but hey she wouldn't have really gone through with it she knew. But in that split second when her lips connected with his skin she had felt it for only a moment. Back then it confused her, she had touched plenty of still living mortals before but never had any experience like that. It felt good. Not good like sucking out red until she was full good. Not jamming out some savory tunes on her axe bass guitar good. Just good. She couldn't place it back then, but she finally was able to find a situation that reminded of her perfectly.
When I was with Ash... before he was such a psycho.
It was true. She hated to admit it. To feel a sense of vulnerability was not something she was proud of, but the times she would fly carrying him, the times she kissed his cheek, when Finn had risked his life for her in the Nightosphere for him. She had felt the same way she had when she had first fallen for Ash. It scared her. The idea that she, the queen of vampires, daughter of the ruler of the Nightosphere was scared. Scared of a feeling that over her thousand-year life on Ooo had only proven to bring her pain and suffering. Her old friend Simon once told her that time heals all wounds. Time had only deepened them and left them to fester. Time had ripped away Simon, her friends over the years as they would die in war and age, and only give her more time to dwell on the pain. She had managed to go five hundred years without them specifically to avoid such attachments and the pain of loss that came with them. Here she was though, resting her head on a boy, a boy who had done more for her than anyone had ever tried in her millennia of immortality thus far.
"You big weenie." She whispered as she stroked his cheek and gently placed her lips on his forehead trying to sooth him as she watched him squirm uncomfortably in his sleep. "Why did you go do this to me?" A small tear formed in her eyes as she stopped floating and gently laid next to him to bundle up against him savoring his warmth. "Why can't I get enough of your touch?" she wrapped her arm around him gently as to avoid waking him and closed her eyes drained from all the emotionally exhausting thoughts she had going through her mind. "Why do you make me so upset just from knowing your in pain Finn, and why wont you tell me what hurts you. I want to help you, you big weenie." She yawned letting her fangs sparkle gently in the remaining moonlight as she rested her head on his chest content with the warmth and closeness they were sharing.
"Don't expect me to be here when you wake up hero, it's not like you and I needed this." She whispered trying to reassure herself that she wasn't desperate to feel his warmth again, desperately hoping that she could give him the same warmth and comfort him through whatever was ailing him.
As the rain passed and Marceline drifted off into a pleasant slumber the house was left with an eerie silence. Only the breath of the two friends could be heard in the house. One breath had becoming faster and more erratic however as the minutes passed by.
Finn had been awake the entire time.
DRAMA BOMBS EVERYWHERE :D feel free to pm or review. I would love to get your opinons or questions answered. i also have aim. so if you want to chat about the story,myself, or w/e you want drop me your screenname and we can work something out.
