Chapter Seven:
Marceline flinched, and looked at Marshall with a fearful expression.
Marshall grabbed his boxers and put them on, along with some grey sweat pants. Marceline slid on her jeans, and ran into the bathroom. Marshall signaled for her to stay in there. She locked the door. Marshall Lee was already more upset than he needed to be. Ash continued to knock as hard as he could.
"Open the door before I bust this shit down!" said Ash. He was now kicking the door. Marshall Lee balled up his fist and, stormed over to the door. He opened it.
"What the hell do you-"Marshall was cut off when Ash grabbed his neck and brought him down to the floor, choking him. Marshall struggled for air. Ash was on top of Marshall. Marshall punched Ash in his stomach from underneath him. Marceline was trying to hold herself. She wanted to run out of the bathroom, and punch him in the face. She kept reaching for the bathroom door, as if she was going to open, but she would pull her hand back, rethinking it.
Ash grabbed Marshall by his head, and smashed it against a nightstand. Marshall's forehead was bleeding. Ash dropped Marshall's body to the floor, and picked up a lamp. Marshall couldn't move. He was trying to regain his strength. Ash smashed the lamp down on Marshall. Marshall grunted in pain.
Marceline heard the noise and grunt from the bathroom. She flinched and, in the next second, the bathroom door swung open. Ash's head turned, and saw Marceline. His anger grew. Marceline was starting to think that she probably should've stayed in the bathroom, because from the look on Ash's face, he had no clue that Marceline was there in the first place. Marshall stared at Marceline with heavy eyes. Ash's breathing picked up.
"Marceline, what the fuck are you doing here!?" Ash exclaimed. It didn't help that she still hadn't put her shirt back on. Ash got up, and angrily walked over to Marceline. Marshall was still trying to regain his strength. Ash stood right in front of Marceline, and grabbed her by her hair, swinging her down to the ground. Marceline screamed in pain.
"So, you think you can just cheat on me, huh?" Marshall exploded, and got up from the floor.
"Get your fucking hands off of her!" he yelled, as he came up behind Ash. Marshall swung his arm around Ash's neck, and squeezed as hard as he could. Ash let go of Marceline's hair, and she fell to the ground.
"I told you to stay in the bathroom!" Marshall exclaimed as he choked Ash. Marceline looked away from his eyes. Ash leaned his head down in Marshall's arm and bit him. Marshall snarled, and grunted. Marshall was more pissed than ever now. He had reached his limit. He couldn't believe that this idiot had just bit him. Marshall opened his mouth, revealing his vampire teeth, and sunk his teeth into Ash's shoulder.
"Marshall!" Marceline yelled. Marshall hadn't sunk his teeth deep enough to kill him, but he would definitely be out for a while. Ash's eyes slowly shut. He fell to the ground.
"Shit," whispered Marshall, under his breath. Marceline could only stare. She was speechless. Marshall Lee grabbed Ash by his arms, and began dragging him out the house.
"I'm gonna take him home. He'll come back when he wakes up, but whatever-"
"I'm coming with you."
"No, you're-"
"No, shut up. I'm coming. He might wake up on the way."
"…." Marshall really didn't want Marceline to come, because if Ash did wake up, he knew that Marceline would react, and Marshall didn't want Marceline to get hurt. He exhaled.
"Marceline,"
"What?"
"… Nothing." He lied. Marceline floated behind Marshall as he went out the door. The flight to Ash's place was silent. No one spoke. Marceline continuously looked at Ash's face to make sure he wasn't waking up. Marshall Lee looked at Marceline, and noticed her worried expression. He sighed.
"Marceline,"
"Yeah?"
"… I love you." Marceline smiled slightly. Marshall felt a little better inside, because he could see Marceline easing up a bit. Those were the only words spoken, until they arrived at Ash's house.
Marshall sat Ash in a rocking chair on his porch. He was still out cold. Marshall could see in Marceline's expression that she was still afraid that he would wake up. Marshall walked over to Marceline and, interlocked their fingers together. They floated off of Ash's porch together.
"Don't be afraid of that ass hole." Marshall said, as they were in the sky. He kissed her forehead. Marceline didn't reply.
"Com'on, let's go do something fun." Marshall continued, as he pulled Marceline along. A smile crept along Marceline's face.
The two of them went to Marshall's house. Marceline sat on his couch, and faced towards the TV, which wasn't on.
"So, this is what you call fun?" Marshall Lee smiled.
"Shhh! The fun hasn't started yet." He replied with a wink. Marceline got up from the couch, walked over to the cabinet, to where Marshall was standing. She put her hand on his face. There was still a bit of blood on his forehead.
"I love how you're just willing to get your ass beat for me." She teased. Marshall smacked his teeth, and faced away from her. She laughed.
"Awh, I'm sorry!" she really wasn't sorry. Marceline went to his bathroom to get a cloth, to wipe off the blood. While she was wetting the cloth, Marshall walked in the bathroom, with a fake angry expression on his face.
"I'm getting sick of you, always talking mess," he teased, as he grabbed her waist, pressing it against the sink. Marceline laughed.
"I said sorry!" she said, putting her forehead to Marshall's.
"Ouch," Marceline had forgotten that he had a cut right there. She reached for the cloth, and cleaned the blood off of his forehead. Marshall Lee grabbed Marceline's hand down from his face, and softly pressed his lips against Marceline's. He drew his head back and simply just looked into Marceline's eyes. She smiled.
"I'm not quite having fun yet..." Marceline said with a seductive smile playing across her lips. The tone of Marceline's voice turned Marshall on. He smirked, and tightened his grip on Marceline's waist. She moaned quietly. Marshall bit his lip, and let go of her. He walked out of the bathroom. Marceline smacked her teeth.
"Why must you tease
