HEY-OH EVERYONE! I'm back, and I'm so sowwy I haven't uploaded any of my work in a LONG LONG LOOOOOONG time. My humblest apologies XD. I do have a good excuse and some good news though! My excuse is that I've been super busy with homework and projects and tests that my teachers never tell me about ( So when I use that excuse, you call me a liar? -.-). Also I'm really really sick. I went to the doctor and she told me it was either really bad Strep Throat, or Mono. Crap…. Haha. Anyways! My good news is that I have begun drawing my OWN cover art. It's not totally done yet, but it will be really soon and I'll have it scanned and posted on my story A.S.A.P. I also have plans for two new stories in the works, one is a collab that I am working on with my best friend, SilentTearsofSuicide (a.k.a Ali STOS). That will be a Jackunzel/Merricup (or the Big Four) and a new Drarry (Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter) and that one will be TOTALLY rated M. Each story will soon have a playlist that goes along with it and maybe I will assemble one on YouTube ( my idea, by the way! ~ SilentTearsofSuicide – Pen Name Ali STOS -) myself so you can listen along with them :D. So stay tuned for all this awesome shit to come! :D

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Chapter 8

MARSHALL

"When we get back…can we…you do that again?" I heard him ask, and my eyes widened. I never thought that he would ever ask something like that. Ever.

"Uh… what are you getting at Gumball?" I asked him, and he sighed, as if it was obvious what he had wanted.

"Marshall, as you know, I'm not going to live for forever. I was wondering if you could turn me into a vampire. If you did, we could be together forever, and that would eliminate the need of an heir to the throne, but if you would like children of course that can be discussed later." He said, biting his lip at the end of his mini-speech, looking at me with hopeful eyes. I just looked at him. "Marshall, say something…. Please. Did I say anything wrong?" He asked me, his spirit crushed.

"What?" I asked him, biting my bottom lip. I'm actually kind of lost for words right now. That's ironic, the legendary King of the Vampires, at a loss for words. I hovered over him for even longer, before opening my mouth and closing it numerous times, trying to find the right words for the situation.

"Never mind," Gumball said, squirming to get out from under me. I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I did the only thing I thought I can do. I kissed him. Hard. He kissed back, and soon we were pulling apart, gasping for air.

"No Gumball," I answered, "you might have just said all the right things." He smiled at me and sighed in relief. I could of sworn I saw some tears pooling in his eyes, and I groaned inwardly. I came so close to hurting him again, how can I even live with myself anymore? I collapsed onto the soft sand next to him, and laced our fingers together.

"Maybe we should get back." He said. "The others have probably already changed, and are ready for a day at the beach."

"Can't we just let them wait for once?" I whined, and he shook his head.

"Come on, we have plenty of time to do this later."

"Fine. But I get the comfier sleeping bag." I said, calling dibs on the best one. He smiled and reached his hands out to me, signaling for me to help pull him up. After I pulled him up, I remembered about the expanse of my neck that was completely unprotected. Reaching for the sunscreen, I lathered on about three layers until I was satisfied with the ending result.

"Ready to go?" I asked, throwing the sunscreen back into my duffel bag and slinging it up on my shoulder. He nodded once and led me out of the shaded alcove into the bright yellow sun. I scowled. My mortal enemy.

I waited for an agonized screams to escape my throat as the sun slowly burnt my flesh away, but there was none. Looks like the sunscreen is doing its work and more. We walked over to join Marceline, Bonnibel and the devil's incarnate.

"So, is that it then?!" Bonnibel practically yelled at the Flame Princess, but cut short once she caught a glimpse of us.

"Hey guys!" Bonnibel greeted cheerfully, although I could still hint the frustration in her voice.

"Erm…hey." I replied. "What's going on here?" I looked over at Gumball skeptically, who looked equally as confused as I did. I looked back to them, and soon they were all stumbling over explanations.

"WellyouseeMarshallthisthingcameupandwewerejusthavinganiceargumentaboutit." Bonnibel stammered so fast that I barely grasped what she said. Once her words registered in my brain, I realized that she was lying. That wasn't what was going on, so I decided to tease it out of them.

"You sure? Your explanation seems….frenzied" I said, while Marceline glared at everyone to not say anything. Bonnibel opened her mouth several times, but it resulted in her closing it each time.

"Marshall, its nothing to worry about." Marceline said, covering their huge mistake. Sighing, I shrugged it off and put on the best smile I could muster at a time like this.

"Who's ready to get down to business?" I asked, throwing my bag on the sand and running toward the crystalline water. Gumball shouted for me to wait up for him, and the girls decided to stay behind. Jumping into the water, I shuddered when I felt how cold it was. I know that if I swim around a little bit I would warm up. I swam around, scaring some of the various fish swimming in the crystal clear depths. When I finally surfaced, I saw Gumball standing at a particularly large and high cliff. He looked like he was about to shit his pants.

I swam to the edge of a flat expanse of rock, and heaved myself up onto it. After I stood up, kind of disoriented thank you very much, but I still was able to scramble up the rocks to make sure that Gumball didn't jump. When I reached the foot of the cliff, the Flame pain-in-my-ass-incess came up to me with a cup of red juice in her hand.

"You're hungry, right?" She asked, and I shook my head, but my stomach gave me away. She giggled and placed the cup in my hand, turned on her heel, and walked away. I looked at her skeptically, but I was already hungrier for more blood, I knew I shouldn't have drunk Bubba's blood. Shit. I tipped the glass up to my mouth, and let the juice pour into it, I focused primarily on separating the red color compound from the white, and drank that instead. No diluted anything for me please. As soon as I finished, I spit out the white into the cup and set it down on the flat rock. Satisfied (for now), I began to run up the steep slope of the cliff my oh-so-adorable boyfriend got himself stuck up on. As I walked up the slope of the cliff, my head began to feel lighter and lighter, but I figured that it must just be the sun and the fact that I had just drank a whole pint of Gumball's blood. So I kept on walking and walking. Finally, when I reached the top, I called Gumball's name.

"Bubba!" I yelled at him, and he turned around, tears in his eyes. "You never told me you were afraid of heights baby!" I smirked as he ran to me, flinging himself in my arms, and I was more than obliged to hold him there.

"Marshall," He sobbed, "take me down please! I'm scared." I kissed the crown of his head and looked back the way I came.

"It's too steep to go back down. We'll slip. So why don't you jump down first, and I'll jump after you make it into the water?" I asked, and he nodded, wiping his eyes. I helped him gather his courage and walk to the edge of the cliff.

"No wait!" He cried, "You go first." I nodded and let go of him. Walking towards the cliff, I got ready to throw myself off into the cool crystal water below me. I hung off the cliff by my toes, and then in three adrenaline-filled seconds, I let myself fall.

Down,

Down,

Down.

I kept on free-falling until I heard a scream above me, and I saw Gumball falling. He fell and fell and fell, until I realized that his head would hit the overhang of a minor cliff.

"GUMBALL! NO!" I yelled, and stopped freefalling and took control of my body. I floated up to where he was falling; the shock already knocked him out cold. I held onto him tightly, and flipped us over, so whatever that was going to hit him was going to hit me instead. Whatever Almighty being ruled over the universe, they knew I could handle it better than Gumball could. The smaller cliff's point came faster than I expected. I hit the cliff's ledge harder than I thought I would too, and the last thing I heard was the dead splash as someone hit the water, and Marceline and Bubblegum's screams of terror. And then darkness overcame me.