Chapter 4

It was a few days after the hospital incedent when Marshal woke with a start. When he checked the clock he saw it was 9:00 PM and dark out. There was no use going back to sleep now so he groggily dragged himself out of bed and floated to the bathroom. He undressed and stepped into the shower letting the warm water run through his hair and down his back. When he was done he stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He floated back to his room, searching for clothes and ended up just putting on a pair of jeans. Who cared if he wasn't wearing a shirt? He was alone.

That is until he heard his front door open and then close. Who is dumb enough to enter a Vampire King's home? He thought as he grabbed his axe bass and quietly floated down the ladder, ready to attack the intruder.

"Marshal, you here?"

Marshal relaxed, he knew that innocent voice anywhere. "Fi, I almost killed you! You're lucky I know you're irritating voice." When he was downstairs he spotted Fiona, her hands were on her hips and she was laughing. When she saw him though she automatically blushed, making Marshal suddenly very aware he was only half clothed. "What are you doing here anyway?" He floated to stand infront of his couch where Fiona was standing.

"I need you're advice about something, it's kind of important."

"Well..." Marshal trailed off.

"Well what?"

"Well spit it out Blue!"

Fiona scratched the back of her head, embarrassed, "Well there's this guy..."

"Oh no," Marshal said rolling his eyes.

She chuckled, "And I just can't stop thinking about him. I need your help."

"Who is it? Flame Prince? Because if it it I am not helping you break into the fire kingdom."

"Nope."

"So why did you come here to tell me that?"

"Because," She took a step toward him so their bodies were so close he could almost feel her heart beat. "I need to know if he feels the same, and it's not Flame Prince."

He gulped a little, "Th-than who?"

She got up on her toes and whispered into his ear, "Who do you think?" She brought her face to face his.

"W-what?" Was all he could choke out before her lips were roughly pressed to his. He hesitated for a moment, why was Fiona doing this? Did she like him? Marshal didn't know but after only a few seconds he closed his eyes and kissed her back. She snaked her hands around his neck and into his wet mop of hair. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. She was urgent and hungry, moving her soft lips against his own. After awhile of this Marshal pulled away, backing up until he felt the couch bump his legs.

Fiona looked confused, "What's wrong Marshal?"

"I d-don't know if this is a good idea Fi." He stammered.

"Relax, Marshal." She said as she kissed him again, this time slowly pushing him down on to the couch. She laid on him, not breaking the kiss. They stayed like that for awhile until Fiona broke the kiss, sitting up on him.

"Wha-" he began to ask before she began to pull her baby blue shirt up. "Fiona?! What are you doing?!"

She stopped and let her shirt fall back. "You don't want this, do you?" Her face looked pained, like she had been slapped.

He hated that look, it made him want to hold her and take all of her pain away. "Well I don't- I mean well...yes, glob yes but Fi, I don't want you to do something you'll regret." She moved to kiss him again but he gently pulled her off and zipped to the middle of the room. "Fiona, I don't want to rush this."

Fiona got up from the couch and walked over to him. "Marshal," she started. He looked into her eyes, he wanted desperately to take away all of the hurt and rejection that he saw in her eyes and lock it away. "I have spent awhile thinking about this, it's okay. Just go with it Mar-Mar." She kissed him again and this time he didn't hesitate.

They wrapped their arms around one another again. He melted into her. The world could have ended right there and then and he wouldn't have cared. Fiona, not breaking the kiss, began to unbutton his jeans wither small fingers. This time Marshal didn't say anything, didn't stop her.

He was ready, he was seriously going to do this.

But his thoughts still buzzed around in his head. Questions bounced around his head like bouncy balls. How will Cake react to this? What made Fiona come here? Did she love him? Did he love her? He still wasn't sure if he should be doing this but it felt so... right, to be with her. Stop thinking he scolded himself, just enjoy her presence. 'Just go with it Mar-Mar' she had said. He should, but something was still bothering him. Mar-Mar, Mar-Mar, he churned the name in his head until it clicked.

Fiona calls him Marshy.

He pulled away from her, staring into her eyes. He started noticing things he hadn't noticed before, she wasn't wearing her hat, her eyes were brown, her kisses felt familiar, she called him Mar-Mar. Only one person ever called him Mar-Mar.

He roughly pushed her back and she hit the wall, crying out. He backed away, hissing. "Ashley."

She threw her head back, laughing. He watched as she transformed, her blonde hair turning into a white Mohawk, her skin turning pale, her piercing appearing and her clothes changing into a black, ripped T-shirt and black skinny jeans with tall white boots. "Miss me Mar-Mar? What gave it away?"

"Get out you psycho," Marshal growled.

"Aww, but we were only just getting started. Come on, Marshal, it could be like the good old days." She moved toward him, staring at his bare chest, "Wow, you have gotten even more ripped."

"What do you want Ashley?" Marshal asked, stepping away and suddenly feeling very exposed.

"I just came to confirm some things. Did you forget vampire law? Never fall in love with a mortal. That girl, Fiona, she looks pretty mortal to me."

Marshal looked away, "I don't love Fiona, we are just friends."

She laughed again, "Well obviously you thought I was her and unless I'm mistaken, friends don't do what you almost did. Or thought you did." She grinned wickedly.

"Why do you care? You're a witch."

"Yes, but I can't have you falling for another girl now can I? I guess I'll have to get rid of her."

Marshal made a growling noise in his throat, "You're not going to touch her, I'm more powerful than you." He bared his fangs in a threatening.

"Be that as it may, you're not stronger than a pack of vampire council members that won't take their king breaking rules very lightly." Marshal made another unpleasant noise in his throat, she was right. The vampires won't like the news that he broke a rule. A major rule. "Well I best be off, see you around Mar-Mar." With that, Ashley disappeared in a cloud of smoke leaving Marshal alone, confused and for once, scared.

Unexpected! Well, I hope it was unexpected. Sorry if it wasn't very good I'm not very experienced so to speak. See! My story actually has a plot! Pleeeeeeease comment what you think, every bit of support helps a buttload! :)