Fun fact about the author: I actually love 80s movies. Which is probably why I made Marceline love 80s movies.
This fun fact was brought to you by the fact that I don't know what else to right here.
Also, in the time it took me to write this, I went to MIA and my senior year of high school has started. Exciting, no?
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"This is when someone's talking"
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Just incase you get confused.
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~I'm Just Your Problem, Baby~
"Ms. Abadeer, do you have something you'd like to share with the class?" Mr. Smith's agitated voice said, in front of my desk. I turned my head away from my brother, looking up at my old teachers grey bearded and angered face.
"Oh, uh, no sir." I said, smiling nervously. "I was just telling Marshall here, how wonderful your beard is looking this afternoon. So... so manly and... grey."
"So very manly." Marshall purred, grinning at my teacher. "I'd like to run my hands through it, all day. Everyday.~"
"Is that so?" Mr. Smith said, scowling at us. "Since you seem so eager to chat about nothing, would you like to join our current discussion?"
"Oh, yes, of course sir." I said, slapping my desk to show my enthusiasm. "I love dogs."
"Marceline Abadeer, we are not talking about dogs." Mr. Smith said sternly. He turned to my group of friends, raising his eyebrows. "Can anyone inform our dear Abadeer twins what our discussion is currently about?"
"Clever, sir." I said.
"Yes sir," Bubblegum said, nodding. She turned, looking annoyed with me, to inform my brother and I of our current class discussion. "We're discussing the ethics of the death sentence."
"The death sentence?" I said, nodding my head back in surprise. "I believe it's the stupidest idea humans have ever come up with."
"Really?" Mr. Smith raised an eyebrow at me. "Tell us why you think that, Ms. Abadeer."
"I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks that." I said, scrunching my face in disgust. "Why would anyone believe that simply killing a person is proper justice for a murderer?"
"So, what do you believe proper justice would be?" Mr. Smith asked, taking a light stroll through my group. Finn flinched as he smacked his desk, jolting him awake. Jake snickered at his adopted brother, earning himself a small nudge from Lady.
"Proper justice?" I said, with thought. "I don't know sir, that isn't really up to me. I'd say it would depend on the crime."
"Let's take Jeffrey Dahmer then, for an example." Mr. Smith said. "What kind of punishment would you think would be appropriote for him?"
"Jeffrey Dahmer... serial killer and rapist, right?" I asked. Mr. Smith gave a nod. "Well, that's a bit of a hard one. He was sentenced to life inprisonment, not the death sentence, wasn't he?"
"15 terms of life inprisonment." Marshall said. "So, almost the same as the death sentence."
"I'd say that's a pretty fitting punishment, to live life in jail." I said. "Although, if memory serves me correct, he was killed by a fellow inmate, right? Wouldn't it be better if they had isolated him? That drives people crazy, being isolated. People require social interactions, and without it, they lose their minds. They have no one to confide in, no one to take anger out on, no one to feel intimate around. It's an interesting thing, actually, the idea of using complete isolation as punishment. Although, that's probably up there with cruel and unusual punishment."
"So you believe he deserved to be completely isolated?" Mr. Smith asked.
"Well think about it." I responded. "This man lived off of interaction with others. Scary, sadistic, horrifying interactions, but he needed people nonetheless. Imagine how crazy it would make him to be isolated."
"Marceline that is... an almost terrifying thought." Mr. Smith said, shaking his head.
"She's a lot scarier when she's angry." Marshall laughed. "You should hear her when you actually ask something she cares about."
Mr. Smith shot him a look, making Marshall slink back. He gave us all a good long stare, before returning to the front of the classroom.
"Speaking from expierence, Marceline?" Marshall snickered.
"Shut up, Marshall." I growled, glaring at him.
"Yeah, well after that, Smithy'll probably be off your ass for a little while." Jake joked, pushing me in the shoulder lightly. "Even if it was a bit cynical."
"That's me, Marceline the Cynical." I said, rolling my eyes. I returned my eyes to my doodles on my notebook paper, uninterested with whatever Mr. Smith was going to continue to discuss.
I never had a love of school. I had always hated it, from day one. It was long, stupid, and completely unbeneficial to me. I always hated my father for forcing me to attend it so much. I didn't need any of what I learned there. All he wanted was for me to gain knowledg about humans and how they behaved. I knew how they behaved, I had watched from for so many years now. I spent almost every waking moment of my life just observing them, and yet they never accepted me.
And so, I stopped trying. I just stayed away from humans, and watched them from a distance. I'd do things for them, sometimes, like giving them food or money. Saving them from certain, only to have them scream at my eyes. It was lucky for me that my father had finally figured out how to change everything about me. When he invited these limiters a hundred years ago, I was finally able to try to be a part of the society I had watched for so long. But I didn't really have any desire to any more.
Bubblegum looked up at me from her notes, a frown on her face. She was still scratching notes on her binder paper, probably on her third piece of paper. Front and back. I chuckled to myself, finding her nerdiness somewhat endearing. Gumball was sitting next to her, equally as furiously taking notes. Every once in a while, the two of them would look up at the board, usually at the exact same time.
Of course, my own twin was just goofing off. His chair was leaned back, using only its two back legs. He was air guitaring in the middle of class. I think he was playing I Guess You Can Say Things Are Getting Pretty Serious (Forever The Sickest Kids), which was confirmed when he started mouthing the words dramatically. I rolled my eyes, chuckling lightly. Typical Marshall, right? Always messing around, never really taking anything seriously.
"Marceline, pay attention." Bubblegum hissed, eyeing me angrily.
"But it's boring." I said, lazily turning to face her.
"Marceline." Bubblegum warned.
"Yeah, yeah." I rolled my eyes, facing the board. I heard her huff in agitation. I made a point of scribbling a word or two, around my wonderfully artistic doodles of me on a skateboard. I turned back to her, raising an eyebrow, and said, "Happy?"
"Why do I even bother?" She grumbled, returning to her own notes.
"Because I'm a hunk." I said, grinning toothily at her. She glared at me, flipping to her fourth piece of paper. I tilted my head to side. She was pretty even when she was mad.
"Pay attention." She growled, returning to her notes.
"Mmm," I hummed, returning to my doodles.
"Mr. Smith," Finn called, raising his hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Sure, Finn." said.
"Mr. Smith," I copied, raising my hand. "Can I go home."
"No, Marceline." Mr. Smith sighed.
"Please?" I whined.
"No." He said, before turning back to the board.
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"What's wrong?" Jake asked, his eyebrows scrunching together in concern.
"Nothing." I said, rubbing my forehead.
"Are you sure?" He pressed.
"Yeah, just a headache." I said, trying to reassure him with a smile.
"Alright, if you say so..." Jake said, still unconvinced.
"Finn, Finn!" My little sister shouted, running up to me. She beamed at me, holding a crudely drawn picture up to me. "Look what I made in class today!"
"Oh!" I said, leaning down to examine the picture. I pointed to the two stick figures holding hands and smiled. "Is that... you and me?"
"It is!" She bright white teeth shining at me. "Because you're my favorite big brother!"
"Hey!" Jake protested. "What about me?"
"I hate you." Talia said, frowning at Jake. She took my hand and sprinted into the kitchen, tugging me along with her. "Finn, can we play?"
"I'm sorry, Tals, I've got a lot of homework." I said, apologetically. "I don't think I can play right now."
"But... can we play later?" She questioned, her eyes sparkling with hope. I sighed, rubbing my forehead.
"Uh... yeah, sure Tals." I said, giving her a weak smile. I went into the fridge to get a glass of milk.
"Finn, you really don't look good." Jake said, his dark brown eyes clouded with worry.
"I'm fine, Jake." I pressed. "If there was something wrong, I would tell you."
"You know that's a lie." Jake said, firmly. "You'd never tell me if something was wrong."
"Just drop it Jake, okay?" I said, lifting my glass up and chugging the cold milk down my throat.
"I'm just worried Finn..." Jake said, his eyes sad. If he was a dog, his ears would probably be flat against his head, his tail inbetween his legs.
"Just because I'm a human, doesn't mean I'm weak." I said, laughing. "I'm not going to die from not feeling well."
"That's not what I was implying." Jake huffed, angrily. "And you know you're not human."
"Well then, what am I?" I asked. Jake shook his head, getting frustrated.
"If I knew, don't you think I'd tell you." He snapped, his eyes flashing gold. Woops. He rubbed a hand over his eyes, taking a small breath to calm himself. "I'm just looking out for you."
"Hey Jake," I said, blinking a couple times. "Do you ever... ya know... wonder?"
"Wonder? I wonder about a lot of stuff. I've had a long time to wonder." Jake shrugged. "But, yeah. I've wondered."
"So, why don't you ask?" I responded.
"Ask? Ask who?" Jake said, frowning. "No one here knows. You were found in the woods, Finn. We thought you were human for the majority of your life."
"But couldn't someone else figure it out?" I asked. "There're people out there that could figure it out, right?"
"I guess so, but it's not like I can just go out and ask them." Jake said, sternly. "Besides, you'll learn what you are in due time. Just be patient."
"How do you even know I'm not human?"
"We can smell it, I've told you that before." Jake sighed, scratching the side of his jaw. He was probably going to need to shave soon, small hairs were beginning to grow on his face.
"If you can smell it, why can't you smell what I am?" I asked.
"None of us can recgonize it." Jake said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, bro. I promise you, if there was a way I could help, I would."
"I know... I know..." I said, feeling the tighening of a worsening headache. "I just..."
"Hey, I get it." Jake said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Why don't you go lay down for a little? I'll get Chris or Darren to play with Talia later."
"No, no, it's fine." I said, shaking my head. "I'll play with her. She hates Darren more than you."
"No one hates me." Darren stated, strutting into the room with the confidence of a lion. He had just recently cut his hair, slicking it back in what he called his "Executive do". He was growing out a small beard , his brown hair prickly against his face now.
"Everyone hates you," Jake growled, already growing annoyed in his older brothers prescence.
"You don't hate me, do you Finn?" Darren said, slinging his arm roughly around my neck. I grimaced and laughed nervously.
"Go away, Darren." Jake snapped. "Finn's not feeling good."
"You're not feelin' good? Why didnt'cha tell me?" Darren said, grinning toothily at me. "What's wrong, lil bro?"
"Nothing," I said, sighing deeply.
"Hey, hey, you can tell me anything!" Darren said, almost like he was cheering for himself.
"Darren, are you bothering someone?" A female voice called. It was my oldest sister, Isabela.
"Bella," Darren said, rolling his eyes. "I never bother anyone."
"Darren, leave my poor Finn alone." Isabela said, grabbing Darren by the ear and yanking him away.
"You can't tell me what to do!" Darren squeaked, trying to remove her nails from his head.
"What was that?" She asked, grinning. Even if she was smiling, you could feel the aura of anger coming from her.
"N-n-nothing..." Darren grumbled, letting himself be taken away by our older sister.
"Hey, Finn," Isabela called over her shoulder. "Why don't you go lay down? You're not looking great."
"Yeah, yeah," I said, waving dismissively. "I'm getting that a lot."
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"Marshall Lee, if you don't leave me alone." I snapped, agitated.
"But Marciieee~" He whined. "Please, please, pleaaaase?"
"No." I said, and returned to laying on the couch with a book.
"Why not?" Marshall pouted. "We haven't killed anything in the longest time."
"Can't we go a couple years without murdering something." I said, annoyed. I just wanted to read my book. "You can go without me, if you want."
"It's not the same without you." Marshall said, leaning over the back of the couch. "Besides, don't you wanna try out these new wings of ours."
"Mine're defective, in case you forgot." I responded, looking over at him lazily. "We don't even know if I can fly yet."
"Hey, have you figured out who it is?" Marshall asked. "The angel, I mean. How do we even know it's one of our friends? What if we're actually just ebing stalked?"
"I'm sure Dad would know if someone was stalking us." I said, bored.
"But Dad can't figure out who it is." Marshall pointed out. "What if it's Bubblegum? What're you going to do then?"
"What am I going to do?" I asked myself. "Kill myself."
"Ha ha, very funny." Marshall frowned. "You know we can't do that."
"Who cares." I said. "It's not like it's a big deal right now. We still have a few years before it's an issue."
"Yeah, and what happens when a few years pass and you still haven't figured it out." Marshall asked.
"I'll figure it out." I said.
"And what if you don't?"
"Marshall, do you remember that time I cut out your tongue?"
"...yes."
"And that time I cut off your thumbs?"
"...yeah."
"How long did it take them to grow back?"
"It took my tongue a hundred years. And my thumbs took fifty."
"How long do you think it would take if I took all three?"
"I'm going to go swim in the pool."
"Good choice."
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He desperately needed a haircut. He'd needed one for more years than he could count on both hands and feet. He'd just never gotten around to it. His jeans were ripped and dirty from being out for so long. He wanted to return home, but he couldn't just yet. He still needed that person.
That person was his son.
He cursed the mother of his son for never telling him of his existance. He cursed himself for trusting that damned woman. He knew better, and yet he had chose to become intimate with her. And then she had had a child, which he knew nothing of until his colleagues mentioned it. It had been so long now, that he couldn't gather the courage to confront his son. He'd watch him from the shadows, as he lived with his adopted family.
How this family had gotten his only son, he had no idea. That damned woman probably had something to do with it. Giving his only son to a family he couldn't touch out of principle. A family so closely allied with the vampires. Vampires, possibly the most evil creature next to the fucking demons themselves. They were vile, detestable creatures who cared for nothing but their next meal. The King was a mysterious man, a person to be wary of. He always seemed to have an ace up his sleeve, but never used them. He was powerful enough without them. And yet, he never really allied himself with the demons. But the angels, they knew better than to try to challenge the demons right now. The vampires, the damned vampires, were too powerful.
The King, the Prince, and the Princess. Possibly three of the most powerful creatures from hell. Their Queen, the weakest of the four, had been taken of so long along, he could barely remember it. He had finally succeeded in helping the humans capture that wretched woman. He could still very clealy remember the sounds of her pained screams, something that still brought chills to his spine. How could someone like her even feel pain?
The King, the Prince, and the Princess. No one really knew a lot about them. They very rarely made appearances, but you heard stories about them. The young Prince and Princess, who could single-handidly take down dragons, something even angels had problems with. Something even the highest level demons could barely do in groups, let alone with two people. The young, young Prince and Princess, who you heard never had a dull day. Yet, among the action and adventured packed tales you heard of them, you always heard about the Princess.
The King, the Prince, and the Princss. The Princess, who was meek and yet possibly the most powerful of the three. The Princess, who was kind and yet possibly had the power to wipe out an entire country with one hand. The Princess, who was generous but could obtain all the riches of the world by blinking. And there was always the Prince, the trouble-making brother of the Princess. There were so many stories of the chaos the Prince caused, only to be fixed by the Princess or the King. What the Princess lacked in strength, the Prince made up for a hundred times over. He could level mountains with a sweep of his arm, if he so wished. But he chose not to, presumably so there were still humans for him to have fun with.
And despite all the fantastic stories you heard about them, he couldn't bring himself to love them. He'd seen his comrades killed by them. He'd seen the torture a vampire could put a person through. He'd been through it.
He winced as he remembered his one meeting with the King. His ruthfulness and violence powered by the anger of losing his wife. He'd hurt another for that wife of his, that evil wife who killed more people than freckles on a ginger.
And what killed him the most is that his only son was now in the company of these horrible monsters.
He'd save his precious son, no matter what it took.
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"I'm telling you, it doesn't matter." I said, for the millionth time.
"Then why bother going at all?" Bubblegum argued.
"To observe." I stated, as if it was obvious.
"You could do that in other places, couldn't you?" Bubblegum asked.
"Theoretically." I said, nodding.
"Then why don't you?" She said, frowning angrily. Her eyebrows were scrunched together in a cute way, but I couldn't point it out right now because she was furious with me.
"I don't know. Ask my dad." I said, rolling my eyes. I was tired of this argument. We had it so many times, and yet she always insisted on bringing it up.
"He must want you to go for something." Bubblegum said, staring into my eyes.
"He wants me. To. Observe." I said, firmly staring back into her eyes.
"You don't think he might want you to learn something too?" Bubblegum asked. "God knows you clearly haven't learned anything in previous years."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I hissed.
"It means that you're an idiot!" Bubblegum snapped at me, her nostrils flaring.
"Yeah? I'm an idiot!" I shouted back at her, throwing my hands in the air. "What of it? We can't all be a genius like you, princess."
"Don't you dare start with the stupid nickname again," Bubblegum hissed, narrowing her eyes at me.
"Oh excuse me." I said, sarcastically. "God forbid I call you somthing insulting. Please forgive me, Bonnibel."
"You're being immature." Bubblegum said, leaning back and crossing her arms.
"Really?" I said, rolling my eyes. "Because I'm always so mature."
"Sometimes I wish you'd try to, at least a little bit."
"And sometimes I wish you'd quit trying to change me." I shot back. "I haven't once asked you to change anything about yourself. And yet everything about me seems to bother you."
"That's not what I'm saying," Bubblegum argued.
"No, no, no, of course not." I said, holding out my hands to stop her. "See, that's the difference between us. You're a human. You naturally believe that people should change to please yourself. Every single one of you do it. The world revolves around every fucking single one of you."
"Marceline, you're not being fair!" Bubblegum shouted, her eyes flashing with hurt and anger. If I was smart, I would've apologized right then and there. If I was mature, I would've just let it go. But I'm none of the two.
"See this is why vampires can't associate with humans!" I shouted, standing up. She gasped in surprise, hurt in her eyes. "You're all selfish, every single one of you. I've never asked a single one of you to do anything for me, and yet you'll always expect me to change. I'm older than you can even begin to imagine. I can't change. That's not the way it works. You'll live for maybe 80 years. It would take more time than even that for me to even begin trying to change. I don't have a "thirst for knowledge". I'm not mature. I've always been this way. I'll always be this way. We. Can't. Change."
"Marceline, I'm not asking you to cha-" Bubblegum started.
"Then what are you asking me?!" I snarled harshly, slamming my hands onto the dining room table. Our books hopped up with the force, and the chandelier above us shook. I took a long breath, trying to calm myself before I spoke again. "If you're not asking me to change, what're you asking me to do?"
"I... I don't know." Bubblegum said, looking down.
"Of course you don't." I laughed humorlessly. "Humans never know. Humans don't know anything. You can't. You don't live long enough to know anything."
"Will you stop that!" Bubblegum snapped. "I'm sorry I'm just a human! I can't help it if that's how I was born! Aren't you the one asking me to change, when I clearly can't!? I can't change the fact that I'm a human, anymore than you can change the fact that you're a vampire! And you refuse to change me, so what am I supposed to do?! Ask Jake to make me a werewolf?!"
"God no, don't become a dog." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Then what is it that you want from me?" Bubblegum said, holding her chest. There were angry tears in her eyes, which she tried to blink back. Her face was red with anger, her teeth clenched together hard. I stared at her for a long moment, squinting my eyes at her. Was I asking her to change? Was I accusing her of things, just because she was a human.
I sat back down in my chair with a long sigh. I put my face in my hands, trying to organize my thoughts. I could hear her hear pumping. I could hear almost every single vein in her body in synch with the others. Her breathing was hard and labored, as if she had just run a marathon. I could hear the sound of her teeth grinding together in frustration. I could almost feel the anger and irritation radiating off her.
"I..." I started, even though I was still unsure of what to say. I took another long breath, still trying to fix my brain. "I don't think I'm right for you."
"What?" Bubblegum whispered. I could feel her staring at me, probably horrified.
"Bonnie, I'm... I'm always going to be... just..." I said, trying to find the right words. "I can't change. I'm a monster."
"You're not a monster." Bubblegum countered. "I wish you'd stop ca- ... You're not a monster. I don't think you are, at the very least."
"I can't change." I responded.
"I'm not asking you to change." Bubblegum said, quietly.
"Then what do you suggest we do?" I asked, looking back up at her. Her eyes were clouded with a flurry of emotions; anger, sadness, frustration. I licked my lips.
"I don't know, Marcy." Bubblegum said, honestly. "I'm just a human."
"I'm just a lonely vampire." I said, staring into her light blue eyes.
"I know..." Bubblegum said, reaching over to put a hand on her arm.
"You know, lately, I've been thinking a lot." I said, running my other hand through my hair. "What if I'm sending you to hell? What if being with me is a sin?"
"You'd probably just come and get me." Bubblegum teased.
"Ah, well, that's true," I said, grinning at her. She just blinked at me, surprised.
"You can do that?" She asked.
"There's not a lot I can't do." I snickered. "But I'm serious. Don't you want to go to heaven, now that you know there is one? You'd probably get in, if I was out of the picture."
"Marceline, I don't really care." Bubblegum said bluntly. "I don't care where I am, as long as you're there."
"I'm sure you wouldn't think that if you were put in a room with your worst nightmare for all eternity." I said, sinking in my seat. Bubblegum got up from her seat and scooched herself into my lap. I looked down into her eyes as she grabbed the sides of my face.
"My worst nightmare would be stuck somewhere without you. And peanut butter, but that's a different topic." Bubblegum said, shaking her head. She looked stare at me, smiling. "It'd be over once you came and saved me."
"Why are you so perfect?" I sighed out, leaning my forehead against hers. She giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"I'm hardly perfect, Marceline." Bubblegum argued.
"Hey, listen to your elders," I scolded, placing a kiss on her temple. "If I say you're perfect, you don't have a right to argue."
"And what if I said you were too?" Bubblegum asked, as I kissed along her bottom jaw.
"Well, clearly I'm not." I said, running my nose from her ear to her chin and back. I smirked. "I'm immature. I'm a bad student. Sometimes I have bad breath."
"Everyone has bad breath sometimes, Marceline." Bubblegum laughed. I moved to look back into her eyes.
"And I'm a horrible kisser." I said, with a grin.
"Is that so?" Bubblegum raised an eyebrow. "Maybe we should fix that."
"How do you plan on helping me?" I asked, innocently batting my eye lashes. She laughed and tried to pull my head down to her. I remained where I was, like a statue, grinning at her.
"Marceline, I hate when you do that." Bubblegum whined.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Oh, forget it." Bubblegum said, and pulled herself up to kiss me.
I felt her melt against me, her warm lips pressed against my cold ones. Her heart rate picked up delightfully, making me smile against her. She just responded by pressing herself against my even more. I raised my hands to run my fingers through her silky blonde hair, enjoying the strawberry scent of her shampoo. Bathump. My breath hitched in my throat, and I felt Bubblegum press against me even more. I'm sure at this point she figured out that my heart only did that when I was with her. For a lack of words, I think feeling it... turned her on in a way. I don't really know why.
"Marceline..." Bubblegum breathed against my lips, in between kisses.
"Mmmm?" I hummed against her.
"I...I love you." She admitted, turning bright red. I felt the air crackle around us as my mouth spread into a grin.
"I love you too." I said, trying to calm myself. Bathump. Bathump.
"Hey. It did it twice." Bubblegum said quietly, smiling happily at me.
"Humph." I grunted. "I guess it did."
Bubblegum pressed her nose into my shoulder, my hands still on the back of her head. I ran my hand through her hip length hair, savoring the feel of the smooth strands between my fingers. Her heart beat was so fast it might've been unhealthy. She had managed to catch her breath, and she was just leaning against me. I felt the familiar temptation to dig my teeth into her smooth deck, which I suppressed by sheer will alone. She smelled so good... I licked my lips and bit my bottom lip. I felt her press her mouth in the side of my own neck, and I let out a happy sigh, my previous thoughts forgotten.
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It was late Friday night. Bubblegum was sleeping over at my house, but I was sitting on my roof. It was a full moon. I was felt a bit restless during full moons for some reason. I heard a loud howl, pretty close to me. Bubblegum was asleep in my room, safe and sound. I would know if something that could hurt her was around. I'd already put a ward around my room to prevent anything but me from going in. I stared into the cloud free sky, my eyes locked on the glowing white moon. I had taken my limiter off; my wings were out stretched, my eyes glowing. I lifted a hand to run a finger over one of the bumpy horns on my head, still unused to it. I could feel the air around my sparking with the magic I couldn't hold in my body.
I had actually spent a lot of time contemplating what I should do with Bonnie. Was it selfish of me to stay with her? I knew I was pretty much sending her to hell. Yeah, I could get her out, but she wouldn't be the same once I got to her. I've never had to go through it, but I've seen other who have. They're always angry, always scared. There's no room in their emotions for love or happiness. I couldn't force Bubblegum to go through that, but because I wanted to be happy. She was a human. She'd get over me eventually, right? She was certainly already on her way to heaven, I could tell.
I'd always wanted to visit heaven, but, of course, it wasn't a place I could go. If I even tried, I'd probably be dead faster than I can blink. But I'd always heard it was such a nice place. It was full of the dreams of people, as opposed to the nightmares that I had to live with. I'm sure if I could go to heaven, all I'd need was to be with my friends. If I was completely honest with myself, the last six months of my life had been the happiest of my whole life. I had friends, people I could talk to, besides Marshall. And there was Bonnie, pretty much the most perfect human being in the history of the world. I mean, sure she had some faults, but they just somehow made her even more perfect. It was as if God had created her himself, which I knew was not possible because God never even moved from in front of his television.
It hurt for me to think that one day Bonnie would leave me. She'd die, and she'd go somewhere. I'd probably go beg with someone to let her into heaven, to forget the fact that she had been with me. I'd give an arm and a leg to get her in, literally.
Of course I'd considered making her a vampire, but I'd be sentencing her to eternity of damnation. And now, after learning that I was pretty much a demon myself, I didn't even know how I'd manage to make her one. Could I just wave a finger and make her one?
Suddenly, I felt a disturbance in the air. Something, someone, was here. I lifted myself up to stand, trying to scan the area. I willed my magic around me, trying to pick up any hint of what was around me. Suddenly, I gasped and whipped my head around to look behind me.
"Stop looking," His deep voice growled. "I'm right here, monster."
"Who are you?" I snarled back, feeling my wings ruffle on my back.
"Who I am doesn't matter." He said, calmly staring at me. He had wings on his back too. On top of his head, which was covered in a huge amount of hair, was a halo.
"You're an angel." I said, standing my ground.
"Arch-angel." He corrected.
"What do you want?" I asked. Suddenly, Bubblegum popped into my head, and I felt my anxiety rise. The barrier was still there, but if came down to a fight I might have difficulty maintaining it.
"I want you gone." He said, bluntly. His long golden hair floated behind him as a gentle breeze blew by. His beard was almost as long as his hair. He was shirtless, his torso covered in numerous scars.
"Gone? I was here first." I said, annoyed. "I'm not even doing anything."
"It's not a matter of who was here first." He said, his voice flashing with anger. "Your existence taints those around you."
"Gee. Thanks. As if I didn't know that." I said, crossing my arms and rolling my eyes. "Listen, if you don't get your ass off my property, I'm going to have to remove you by force."
"Are you threatening me?" He hissed.
"Do you know who I am?" I challenged, the air swirling with the ridiculous amount of power. Admittedly, it surprised me a bit, but I didn't show it on my face.
"Do you know who I am?" He snarled back at me. The air around him glowed white, the obvious sign of an angel. His hair floated around him, finally giving me a view of his eyes.
They were pale blue.
"Finn?" I said, confused.
"Finn? Who's Finn?" He asked, taken aback by my sudden remark. I paled as I realization hit me.
"Micheal. You're Micheal." I said, cursing under my breath. "Oh my god. Finn. It's him. Fuck. Me."
"I'm surprised someone like you is educated enough to name me." He said, confidently.
"No, no." I said, shaking my head. "You saved me. Fifteen thousand, eight hundred and twenty nine years ago. I'm... I'm Marceline."
"Marceline, the vampire queen." He teased, humorlessly.
"I am not the queen." I hissed, angrily.
"You're a vampire, nonetheless." He said, beginning to pace. "Why would I save you?"
"I was a little girl." I said. "I don't know why you saved me. I just knew I was glad you did, or else the angels chasing me would have killed me."
"You must've given them reason." Micheal replied.
"I was just trying to give some orphans my left over food."
"Left over food?" He said, disgusted. "Why would you give those poor children human body parts?"
"I don't eat humans, you insensitive prick." I snapped. "I was giving them some bread and left over rabbit."
"Do not lie to me, vampire." He growled. Suddenly, he straightened his back and sighed loudly. "It seems we have others joining us."
"Marcie, Marcie!" My brothers voice called. I turned around to see him running through the woods with Jake with Finn on his back.
"Marshall? Jake?" I asked, surprised to see them. "I thought you guys were going to go see a movie?"
"Marcie." Marshall said, as they jumped up and landed next to me on the roof. "Something's wrong with Finn."
"What?" I said, paling. Jake carefully laid Finn out on his back, and turned back into a human. I twitched my nose, and clothes materialized on his figure.
"Marceline, please look at him." Jake pleaded, kneeling next to his brother. "I... I don't know what to do."
"I'd look at him whether you said something or not." I said, getting onto my knees. Finn was paler than a human should be, his body was too warm. He was sweating profusely and he had his eyes squeezed shut. His breathing was labored, but his heart beat was way too slow.
"Marceline, who's this?" Marshall growled. "Should I take care of him?"
"You will do nothing of the s-" Micheal began.
"Don't let him over here, you two." I snapped. "I'm not going to be able to defend myself if he attacks."
I felt the air change as Marshall removed limiter and some power returned to me as Jake changed back into a wolf, no longer in need of clothes.
"Finn?" I asked. "Finn can you hear me?"
"Marceline?" He groaned, carefully opening one eye at me. He smiled weakly at me. "I always knew you were something. Jake would never tell me though."
"Finn, you need to tell me what's happening." I said quickly. "Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere, Marc." Finn grunted. "Everything."
"Anything specific?" I asked, almost frantic.
"My heart. What's wrong with my heart?" Finn said. "I just... I feel so..."
"Sssh," I said, putting a hand on his forehead. "I'm gonna help you. I promise."
"Come on, I could just sleep this off." Finn said, weakly waving at me. I frowned at him. I put a hand over his forehead and my other over his heart. I willed some of the magic in my body into his, searching for the issue. With it, I gave him some of my strength so that he wouldn't hurt anymore.
"Don't use your devil magic on my son!" Micheal shouted.
"Son?" Marshall snarled. "I don't care who's son this is! I'm not going to just let him hurt like this."
"Take one step towards them, and I'll rip off your head." Jake said, his voice gravely with his wolf's throat.
"You can't threaten me!" Micheal shot back.
"Try anything, and we'll kill you." Marshall said.
"That boy is an angel!" Micheal said. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus. "He is my son!"
"Who cares?!" Marshall snapped, and I heard the sound of Fuente (His ridiculously huge sword) materialize, a trick I had taught him.
"You'll save an angel?" Micheal said in disbelief. "Why?"
"He's our friend." Marshall said. "We're not just gonna let our friend die."
"You are enemies." Micheal hissed.
"We're friends." I said.
"He is my son." Micheal countered.
"Even if you are," Finn said, strength returning to his body. "These guys are more family than you are."
"You're tainting my own blood." Micheal said, angrily. "You will come with me!"
"I'm not going anywhere," Finn said, the pain slowly easing out his body. I was tired, but I couldn't finish now. I could tell I was close to fixing him, or fixing whatever was going on in his body. It was strange, if he was actually an angel, this should be a lot harder. He began to sit up, wincing slightly.
"Even if you are my dad, why should I go with you?" Finn said, angrily. "I've done nothing but wonder my whole life, who my parents are. And you just show up, trying to drive my friends away and take me somewhere? Why, exactly, do you think I'd even go along with that?"
"These children are just creatures of hell." Micheal said, stretching his arms out.
"Well, then I guess I am too." Finn said, resolutely. "We go together, or we don't go down at all."
