Wow, I only asked for 90 reviews and ended up with a little over 100. You must really love me! Or my story, but just let me believe you love me okay? Haha, anyway, here is the next chapter.

Fionna was startled and she froze. He-He's kissing me! She screamed inside. Her first instincts were to push him off, to slap him, maybe even kill him. However, she couldn't bring herself to really react much at all.

His lips were hot, moist, and soft against hers. The feeling was shockingly pleasant and to her utter surprise, she decided she really wanted to kiss him back. And so she did.

And she was damn glad she did.

Whether or not she wanted to really admit just how much she cared for him, she could not deny that he was extremely handsome and his lips were amazingly soft. She blushed when she realized that hers were undoubtedly not. Her lips usually were not her top priority so they were chapped...

He didn't seem to mind though. If anything, he seemed to like it. He snaked his hand through her long honey blonde hair and pulled her close. His chest pressed itself against hers and her entire body felt as though it had been lit by fire. His fangs grazed her lower lips and an involuntary pleassant shiver jolted down her spine. Marshall must have noticed her reaction because he did it again. The emotions of the kiss were sweet, the kiss itself felt dangerous. Fionna knew he was a vampire, she knew what he was capable of, yet instead of hurting her, he was kissing her.

This kiss felt as though it had gone on for hours as the world had melted away. However, when he finally pulled away, she realized it must have only been about a minute.

"Wow," she breathed, still in shock. Marshall looked shocked, and terrified. "What's wrong?" She demanded, wondering if she had done something wrong. After all, it had been her first kiss.

"Wrong? What's wrong? What the hell did I just do?" He practically yelled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" At this point, she was offended. What was up with him?

"I kissed you! And I... Dammit! I kissed you and I felt something!" He ran his fingers through his messy black hair, his eyes looking everywhere but her. So he was upset because he felt something? Didn't he already admit that he liked her? What the hell was going on?

"I felt something too! But you don't see me freaking out about it," she crossed her arms over her chest only to wince. That's when she realized that she was still topless and her wound still needed to be dressed.

"You have no clue what it's like. I don't care about people. I can't care about people. I'm the vampire king, I'm not supposed to get attatched to anyone! You have no clue what it can do to me. I never get close to anybody because they will grow old and die while I sit back and watch. I have always refused to let that happen and now... Now it's too late," he frowned deeply. Suddenly she understood, and she pitied him. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to never be able to make friends knowing how emotionally damanging it would be each time.

"Look," she sighed, "I'm not going to die anytime soon so why don't we worry about this later. Besides, you may want to wrap me up before Cake and Steven start to wonder," she reminded him.

"Right,"

He brought out a fresh roll of bandages and went to work carefully wrapping her wound. He worked swiftly and skillfully, suggesting that this was not the first time he had ever dressed wounds. Of course, considering who he was and how old he was, it did not surprise her.

She tried to keep her breathing even as his hands brushed against against her abdomen, her hip, her lower back... Damn sometimes she hated how sensitive her skin could really be.

Marshall fetched her a clean shirt for her to put on and turned around politely while she pulled it over her head. Finally, he turned back around to face her.

"What happens now?" He asked her in a hushed voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Prince Gumball sent you to either turn me in, or kill me, whichever was easier. So what are you going to do? I don't think you'll kill me..."

Her spirits fell immedietly. It was true, that was her job and she knew she had to do it. Kill him? Certainly not, not now anyway. No, the only thing she could do was turn him in, but even that did not feel right. Fionna was all about justice, about taking down people that deserved it. However, upon meeting Marshall Lee, she was unable to say that he deserved it.

Would she really be able to imprison somebody for simply being what they were?

"I have to turn you in. If I don't they will think I joined you and I will become an outlaw. I can't afford to do that. However, I also cannot wrongly imprison somebody. So what if... What if I turned you in but, maybe helped you escape?" She suggested. The words tasted strange on her tongue. She was planning to help free one of the most wanted people in all of Aaa. The whole thing was out of character, but she couldn't leave him there to rot.

"You would do that for me?" He raised an almost skeptical brow.

"I would have figured you would have just said thank you and moved on. No, I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it because I couldn't live with myself if I locked someone up that wasn't guilty,"

He snorted slightly, "And what makes you think I need your help? Do you honestly think they will be able to hold me? Especially in the Candy Kingdom! Everything is made of sugar. All I would have to do is drink enough to boost my strength and break out,"

"You know, you could accept my help and not be an ass about it. Besides, how do you suppose your going to get the blood to get strong enough to break out? You think they are going to feed you well? They will give you enough red to keep you alive but that's about it," she reminded him with a deep frown. Had he always been this frustrating? At least this time he didn't have a witty comeback. He knew she was right...

"Fine, how do you suppose you are going to help?" He crossed his arms over his chest. The question almost seemed more of a test, and she knew how to pass.

"Easy. I tell Gumball that I'm going down into the dungeon to see you, tell him I'm going to try to figure out how many people you have killed, I'll let you drink from me or whatever, and then I'll say that I slipped up and acctidently got attacked," she shrugged.

"You are much too weak for me to be taking blood from you and you know it,"

"I'm not saying that I'm going to waltz in there with you tomorrow. It will probably be about a week. Until then, you have to stay here,"

"And Steven?"

"What about him?" Her brow furrowed in confusion. Marshall's eyes dropped to the ground awkwardly, his lips pulled into a tight thin line. "Wait you arent... You aren't jealous of him are you?"

"What?" He snapped.

"Holy shit, you are jealous. You think I like him!" She pointed an accusing finger in his direction and he hissed.

"I do not,"

"Oh really? Then you won't mind if he stays with us?"

He gritted his teeth, "Of course not,"

"If you don't want him here, just say it," she dared.

"I'm not jealous! Now leave me alone!"

"Alright, then he can sleep next to me tonight," a smirk twitched her lips. His eyes fell to her lips and she felt her face grow hot again. Dammit, why did he keep doing that? Finally, he looked back up at her and she saw in his deep gray eyes that he was defeated.

"Fine, I'm jealous. Happy?" He gave an exasperated sigh.

"More or less," she shrugged. Deep inside, however, his confession warmed her. He was jealous, which made it official.

He cared.

And she cared back. She was no stranger to boys chasing her like stupid puppies. However, none of them had understood her or been able to look past her exterior to see the hardened warrior underneath. Marshall understood. He knew. And she could tell from his eyes that that was the part he liked best. She wasn't some helpless flower or fragile maiden. She was someone who could keep up with him. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, they were perfect for each other.

Aside from the difference in species and mortality, they were perfect.

The only problem now was, did she want to like him? Was she willing to make herself vulnerable to such a dangerous creature? Deep down, she knew her answer was:

Yes.

I know, not overly exciting, but I promise the next chapter will be longer and more interesting! It may be a while because I got my first job and I work a lot, I only finished this chapter because I had a day off. Hope you enjoy and keep those reviews comming! I love them!

By the way: I do not own adventure time or any of the characters, even though I wish I did. Especially Marshall Lee:)