Marceline POV:
The movie sucked. Heat Signature always sucks - But that didn't stop Marshall and Marceline from laughing at every terrible joke, every cheesy death, and the horribly over dramatic music. Hell, Marceline could recite the entire movie from memory, she's seen it so many times. It's just a good bad movie.
"There is three hours of my life I'll never get back..." Marshall laughs.
"Oh, common... It's not that bad!" Marceline lies.
Marshall squints at Marceline, who squints back at him. They engage in an intense staring competition briefly, until Marshall blows in Marceline's eye, causing her to blink. He laughs hysterically.
"Ahh! Foul play!" Marceline exclaims, rubbing her eye.
Marshall continues laughing to himself.
Marceline huffs, once she has her eye situation dealt with. She glares at her boyfriend of roughly three hours, plotting revenge. She smiles. Without word, or warning, she pounces - Tackling Marshall off of the couch, and onto the floor.
The surprise attack only adds to Marshall's laughter. Marceline pins Marshall's arms against the ground, and huffs. This stops his laughter.
"Wow, Marcy. Do you workout?" Marshall comments, smirking.
"No, you're just weak." Marceline teases.
"Weak? Weak? Me, Marshall Lee... The Vampire King? Weak?" Marshall chuckles, moments before he rises up with ease - Catching Marceline off guard - and reverses the pin.
Marshall smirks.
"Don't get full of yourself..." Marceline snorts, rolling her eyes.
She fidgets under him, trying to break his hold - But fails.
"Do you give?" Marshall asks, raising an eyebrow.
Marceline doesn't reply with words, she replies with a menacing stare.
"Do. You. Give?" Marshall repeats slowly, now smirking.
"Lick it!" Marceline yells, as she forces her body upward - Catching Marshall off guard - and breaking free from his hold.
Marceline regains her composure, and stands five feet away from Marshall - Who is still on the ground, staring up at her - and winks at him. Marshall begins to stand. Marceline gets poised to dash if he tries to make a move.
Now standing, Marshall smirks at her. Marceline returns his smirk before she sprints to the kitchen. Marshall follows after her.
Marceline now finds herself cornered - Not her brightest play. She glances around, trying to plot an escape, but she knows Marshall is faster. She sighs, and watches as Marshall slowly approaches her, smirking.
"You were doing good, until you cornered yourself." Marshall teases, now only a few feet way from Marceline.
"Eat it." Marceline huffs - Knowing he is completely right - and sticks her tongue out.
Marshall doesn't reply, he only smiles and gets right up on her. Marceline continues to mock him, until he grabs her torso, and lifts her up on the counter top - She realizes that while sitting on the counter top, she is just as tall as Marshall. She observes Marshall in silence, as he looks her over. He gives her a brief smile before leaning in to kiss her. She anticipates the kiss, and meets him half way.
Except, there was no kiss. Marshall quickly diverts his mouth, and gently clamps his teeth on the side of her neck.
"M-Marshall..?" She stutters, slightly surprised.
Marshall applies more pressure to her neck in response. His prickly mustache and chin stubble tickle her neck, as well - Adding to the sensation.
Marceline bites her bottom lip, taking in a deep breath of air. 'This. Feels. Great.' She thinks, as Marshall begins lightly grinding his teeth.
Just as Marceline was beginning to thoroughly enjoy Marshall's treatment, he stops, quickly pecks her on the lips, and begins to walk back to the living room. Marceline remains seated on top of the counter top, watching him walk away - Baffled.
"Why... Why'd you stop?" Marceline asks, trying desperately not to sound too disappointed.
Marshall swivels on his heels to face her.
"As the Vampire King, I thought I had the right to bite and leave as I please?" Marshall smirks, raising an eyebrow.
Marceline's face becomes one of irritation.
"... I shouldn't have said anything." Marceline mumbles, rolling her eyes.
Marshall chuckles, and runs a hand through his messy hair. After a long sigh, he looks up at Marceline, giving her a smile.
"Common, babe." He starts, his voice taking a more casual, soothing, tone now, "Let's spend our first day, like we spent our first first day?"
Marceline blushes slightly, and gives Marshall a smile.
"Let's go play." She agrees, hopping off the counter top.
"Stormin' through the party,
Like my name was El Ninio.
While I'm hangin' out,
Drinking in the back of an El Camino.
As a kid, was a skid.
No one knew me by name.
Trashed my own house party,
Cause nobody came."
Marshall sings along to Marceline's guitar.
"Common, Marcy. That one's easy. Test me." He challenges.
Marceline stops playing, and thinks silently for a brief moment.
"Alright. Get this one..."
Marceline starts to strum the acoustic guitar. Marshall knows the song instantly. He nods his head to the guitar, and chimes in when it's time for the lyrics to begin.
"Scar tissue that I wish you saw.
Sarcastic mister know it all.
Close your eyes,
And I'll kiss you, 'cause
With the birds I'll share
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view.
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view.
Push me up, against the wall.
Young Marceline, in a push up bra..."
Marceline stops playing, and gently punches Marshall in the shoulder.
"Alright, Marshy. You're go. I got this shit on lock." Marceline smirks, handing Marshall the guitar.
Marshall smiles at Marceline, and strokes his facial stubble, before snapping his fingers and beginning to play. Marceline listens closely and recognizes the chords, and begins singing.
"Am I more than you bargained for?
Yet, I've been dying to tell you anything,
You want to hear,
Cause that's just who I am this week.
Lie in the grass,
Next to the mausoleum.
I'm just a notch in your bed post,
But you're just a line in a song."
Marceline smiles. "Seriously Marshy, step it up a notch."
Marshall sticks his tongue out, and instantly starts to play a different song. This song is slower than the others, but Marceline slowly begins to realize it - She hasn't heard it in years. She clears her throat, and begins to sing along, a few lines behind.
"... Regardless of our distance,
And our hope, cause we're
Swept by pretty eyes and letters,
For a time.
The only thing that I've been waiting for...
I hope it's something worth the waiting,
Cause it's the only thought that I ever feel is real.
Thunderstorms could never stop me..."
Marceline sings along to Marshall's guitar. She smiles at him before finishing the last line of the chorus.
"Cause there's no one in the world... Like Marshall Lee."
Marshall stops playing, and laughs - Not a rude laugh, more of a 'I'm-laughing-to-hide-the-fact-I'm-blushing' laugh. Marceline smiles at her boyfriend, and kisses him. Without a moments hesitation, he returns the act of affection.
Once they break from the kiss, Marshall clears his throat.
"So. I want to take you to meet Flambo. Is that cool?" He suggests, taking Marceline's hand in his.
Marceline nods her head, smiling. "I'd love to meet him, Marshy."
"Great! I think you'll like him - And I know he'll like you! He's a bit old, and bit pervy, but once you get around that, he's a real stand up guy, who would do anything for ya." Marshall rambles.
Marceline can tell, simply by the tone of his voice, that Marshall was excited about her meeting Flambo. 'Just don't fuck this up some how, Marceline.' She thinks to herself. 'I won't. He said Flambo should like me, all I have to do is play it casual. Nothing can go wrong - I refuse to let anything go wrong.'
"... But anyway, I'm going to go use the bathroom and shave before we leave." Marshall finishes, letting go of her hand. He begins to walk towards his bathroom.
Marshall letting go of Marceline's hand brings her back to the real world. She shakes her head briefly, to clear her thoughts.
"Hey, Marshy." She calls, getting his attention. He stands in the bathroom door, waiting on her to finish so he can proceed.
"Don't shave. I sort of like what you have going on." Marceline grins.
Marshall smiles.
"Alright." He agrees, before shutting the door to the bathroom.
Marceline sits in silence, as she awaits Marshall's return from the bathroom - Even though he'd only been gone five seconds. 'What time is it?' She thinks, as she feels around her pockets, looking for her phone. 'Shit. I think I left it down stairs...' Marceline glances around Marshall's room looking for a clock. 'He doesn't own a fucking clock...' She sighs.
Still curious, Marceline continues to look for something that tells time - Well, she looks from a seated position on Marshall's bed. Fuck moving. Right beside the guitar, Marceline notices Marshall's phone. 'Surely he wouldn't mind if I just checked the time... Nah, he wouldn't care.' She thinks, as she picks up Marshall's phone, and activates the screen. '7:37 P.M. ... Not too late.' She thinks.
Marceline goes to put Marshall's phone down, when the status bar catches her eye. Particularly, an unread message from a certain someone. A certain someone, by the name of Ashley.
'I have to see what they are talking about...' Marceline thinks. 'No. I can't do that. I trust Marshall... I do...' She tries to tell herself, but fails. She ends up quickly unlocking his phone, and checking the messages anyway. Pressed for time - Marshall can't take too much longer in the bathroom - , Marceline only reads the last two messages.
"Ashley, leave me alone.
There is someone new
in my life, and I won't
let you mess this up for
me. No, I wont tell you
her name, no you cannot
meet her, and no she
would not like me texting
you. Please, don't text
me again. Goodbye."
Reading Marshall's text makes Marceline feel fuzzy inside - He shut down a girl that he used to think the world of for her. 'I knew Marshall cared. I knew he wouldn't do this to me.' She mentally celebrates. But, her happiness soon fades, as she reads Ashley's reply.
"Ashley:
Is it that Marceline
Leigh Abadeer girl?
Common baby, you
could do so much
better than her. But
fine, I'll let you go.
I'll keep in touch,
though."
Marceline hears the bathroom door begin to creak open. She quickly locks the phone and slides it back to - Roughly - where it was. Marshall walks over to Marceline, who now wears a blank expression on her face.
"Common, you ready to go?" Marshall smiles, offering Marceline a hand.
Still lost in thought, she takes his hand and stands up. Without putting any thought into moving, she follows him downstairs, and out to his chopper.
"Marceline? Everything okay?" Marshall asks, waving a hand in front of her face.
Marceline shakes her head, trying to regain focus.
"Yeah, yeah, Marsh. Everything is fine." She assures Marshall.
Marshall looks her up and down briefly, before mounting his bike. Marceline slips back into her own thoughts, and follows Marshall's lead, climbing on the bike behind him. Marshall revs walks the bike out of his shed, gets it turned around, and begins descending down his gravel driveway.
Marceline feels the cold night air nip at her exposed skin, her long hair fluttering in the wind, but her mind is focused on one thing, and one thing only.
'How does Ashley know me? I've never met her, and she knows my full name... Not even Marshall knows my full name yet... There is no way he told her - He even said he wouldn't tell her... How does she know?'
Marshall slowly pulls into the parking lot of small red building, and walks his bike into a parking space. Marceline does her best to regain her composure after the vigorous mental debate she has been having the past forty or so minutes. She sighs, and dismounts the bike first. Marshall follows closely after.
Taking her hand, and giving her a warm smile, Marshall lead her to a big metal door and pushes it open. Marceline gets a strong whiff of cigarette smoke immediately - That reminds her how much she wants to smoke right now. Marshall leads her through the entrance, and into the dimly lit, Irish decorated, bar.
Within five seconds of being in the bar, the couple are assaulted with a round of greetings. Marshall chuckles.
"Looks like the guys are here. Let me introduce you." He offers, guiding her to a group of grizzly looking men, in their mid thirties, sitting in the back of the bar.
"Hey, Sledgehammer. Thought you guys were working on the next operation already?" Marshall asks, raising and eyebrow.
Sledgehammer laughs. "We were, but we decided to take a drink break. Come see ole' Flambo. And what about you, what're you doing here?" Sledgehammer explains, taking a sip out of a large beer mug.
"Just came down here to let Uncle Flambo meet my girl." Marshall replies coolly, smiling at Marceline.
"Ahhh! So that's who was at your house earlier. I was wondering." Sledgehammer laughs.
"Yeah." Marshall laughs with him. "Let me introduce you, Marceline."
"This is Sledgehammer, you already sort of know him... This is Switchblade... This is Tombstone... This is Payne... And that is Reaper." Marshall points to each, as he calls their name. The men say issue some form of greeting as they are introduced.
"Nice to meet you." Tombstone says, smiling through a thick beard. Marceline returns the greeting.
"Any friend of the Bosses is a friend of ours." Tombstone continues, raising a beer bottle in the air.
Conversation dies off soon after Tombstone finishes talking. Marshall glances over at Marceline, and back at the Mercenaries.
"Well, I'm going to get this pretty little lady over to Flambo, so they can meet. It was nice seeing all of you again. Tell the others I send my regards." Marshall says, as he walks Marceline over the bar, and pulls her out a stool.
The couple take seats, side by side. Marshall glances around, and see's Flambo at the end of the bar, talking to a hooded man. He turns back to Marceline, and smiles.
"I'll be right back, okay? I'm going to go get Flambo's attention." Marshall explains, rubbing Marceline's thumb with his thumb.
Marceline smiles weakly at Marshall.
"Alright. I'll be right here." She replies, trying her hardest to hide how bothered she is about the texts she shouldn't have read.
Marshall POV:
Marshall releases Marceline's hand, pecks her on the lips, and stands up and approaches Flambo and the Hooded Man at the end of the bar. The closer he gets, the more he can make out their conversation.
"Listen lad, ye've had a lot te drink. Maybe ye should stop?" Flambo suggests, as he hesitates to pour the man another drink.
"Look, old man..." The Hooded Man begins to speak, "I don't think you get it. I lost the girl I love to another man tonight. Just fucking fill it up. This is a bar, not fucking therapy. Shit."
Marshall doesn't like way this man was speaking to Flambo, and he can tell Flambo doesn't much like it either. But, Flambo pours him another drink, accepts the mans money, and starts to walk away into the backroom of the bar.
"Eyy, Flambo! I'm back." Marshall calls out, getting both Flambo and the Hooded Man's attention.
Out of the corner of his eye, Marshall studies the hooded mans face. The man has a single lock of white hair falling in his face, a trimmed white goatee, and pale skin. 'I haven't seen him around here before...' Marshall thinks to himself, as he studies the mysterious asshole. The Hooded Man looks away, and returns to his drink. Marshall then nods his head at Flambo, directing him to were he was sitting.
Marshall returns to his seat beside Marceline - Who still has that blank expression on her face. Flambo walks over to the couple, and starts talking immediately.
"Guy down der is a real asshole." Flambo snorts.
"Been in here for 'bout an hour or two, drinkin' constantly, bitcin' about a girl or some shit. Rude as can be." Flambo continues, chuckling the more he insults his customer.
Marshall glances over at Marceline, who is actually grinning - Probably Flambo's accent, it has that effect on new people.
Flambo bends over and begins digging around under the bar counter. He comes back up with three shot glasses, and a bottle of whiskey.
"Do ye drink, lil lady?" He asks Marceline.
"Uh yeah, I'll take a shot." Marceline smiles at the short Irishman.
Flambo proceeds to pour three shots, and pass them out to each participating shot taker. The three knock glasses and take their shots. Both Marshall and Marceline cringe, which makes Flambo laugh.
"Anyway, me boy. Who is dis fine young lady?" Flambo asks, pulling a cigarette out of his shirt pocket - He keeps many things in those shirt pockets.
Marshall smiles.
"This is Marceline." Marshall says, glancing over, proudly, at his girlfriend.
Flambo becomes ecstatic.
"Ahhhh! Dis is de Marceline dat Marshall has told me about! It's a pleasure to meet ye!" Flambo says extending a hand, to shake her hand.
Marceline giggles at Flambo's enthusiasm, and she goes to shake his hand.
Marshall is smiling as his girlfriend and his 'uncle' are already getting along - But the smile soon fades when he hears glass shatter. Marshall is the first to notice what has happened - Hooded Man has taken his hood off, thrown his glass down, and is now staggering over to were Marshall and Marceline were seated.
"A-Ash? What are you doing here?" Marceline gulps, as she glances over at the commotion.
"Ash?" Marshall asks skeptically, over his shoulder. Quickly putting himself between Ash and Marceline.
"Yeah, it's me." Ash slurs. "What are you doing here, with him?"
Marceline stands up, and takes a few steps away from Ash and Marshall.
"Well? What're you doing here, with him?" Ash repeats himself, staggering a little closer to the couple.
Marceline doesn't reply.
"She's here with me, because I am her boyfriend. So, back the fuck off." Marshall demands in a stern tone, stepping towards Ash.
"Ohh... Ohhhhh. Ohohhoho." Ash laughs, hiccuping.
"That little whore bitch..." Ash yells, as he he tries to push Marshall aside to get to Marceline. Marshall jabs him in the stomach, causing Ash to vomit a bit.
"Watch your fucking mouth." Marshall growls.
Ash staggers backwards, and regains his balance. He digs in his pocket, and pulls out a knife.
"You've fucked up now, you cheating piece of shit... I'm going to kill your little boyfriend." Ash threatens in a drunken rage, hobbling towards Marshall. Regardless of the knife, Marshall steps toward Ash, and makes sure he is between Ash and Marceline.
"I'm going to kill him!" Ash yells, pulling his knife hand back - Preparing for a thrust aimed straight for Marshall's stomach. Marshall clenches his fist a little tighter, and prepares to dance with the devil.
Ash yells and begins to swing his arm around, Marshall rears his right arm back, and swings straight for Ash's head.
"Ash no! Stop!" Marceline shrieks, running up to Marshall.
Two clicks, one right after another caught both Marshall and Ash's ears at the same time. Both parties stop mid swing, and glance over the bar. Two clicks. Two very distinctive clicks. The two clicks of a pump action shotgun, chambering a round.
"Alright, get te fuck outta here! I've killed better men, for worse reasons, lad. Don't fuckin' test me." Flambo yells, shotgun loaded, and pointing directly at Ash.
In his drunken stupor, Ash stumbles backwards where he runs into Sledgehammer and Reaper - Both with pistols drawn. The two mercenaries seize Ash by his arms, force the knife out of his hand, and walk him over to Marshall.
"What do you want us to do with him, Boss?" Sledgehammer asks, with a pistol to Ash's head.
Marshall glances back at Marceline. She is on her knees on the ground, crying. 'Ash... You did this to her...' Marshall thought to himself, as he turns back around to face a terrified looking Ash - Who is in custody by two top notch mercenaries, and has three, maybe more, loaded guns trained on him.
Marshall gets in Ash's face and stares him in the eyes.
"Watch your fucking mouth when you talk about Marceline. Stay away from her. Don't ever fucking threaten her. Matter of fact, don't fucking text her, don't look at her, don't even fucking think about her." Marshall growls.
He turns around to look at Marceline again. She is still on her knees, crying. Marshall turns back to Sledgehammer and Reaper.
"Get him out of my fucking sight." Marshall orders.
"With pleasure." Sledgehammer grunts.
As the two mercenaries start dragging - And I mean dragging - Ash out of the bar, he starts yelling.
"Marceline! I love you! Look how dangerous this guy is! Marceline! I still love you!" Ash cries out, in a desperate attempt to get Marceline's attention.
"Shut the fuck up!" Marshall yells in response. Reaper head butts Ash, and that shuts him up. Marshall watches the two mercenaries carry Ash out the large metal door, and then turns to Marceline. He smiles weakly at her.
Marshall digs around in his pocket as his walking to Marceline, and pulls out his pack of cigarettes. He walks over and extends a hand to Marceline, and extends a cigarette in the other hand.
"Cigarette?" Marshall asks, gently smiling at his girlfriend.
Marceline takes Marshall's hand, and pulls herself up. She immediately hugs him, and cries on his shoulder. After a few seconds of sobbing, she whispers in his ear.
"Marshall, this is so embarrassing... Please, take me back to your house. I don't want to be here right now. Not like this." Marceline begs.
"Shh, no one thinks any less of you. And of course." Marshall assures her, rocking her side to side, smiling into her neck.
"Anything for you."
Author's Note:
Alrighty, then. Phew. You know, I was this close to not writing tonight... Today... This morning. Whatever it is... Because I watched Howls Moving Castle, Hannibal Rising, and Pulp Fiction last night. I was so damn tired. But, I got on here to check the reviews... And well, I ended up writing and entire chapter. Haha. Not as long as the last two. Please don't spear me.
Song credits:
First song: "Fat Lip" by Sum 41
Second: "Scar Tissue" by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Third: "Sugar, We're Going Down" by Fall Out Boy
Fourth: "Emily" by From First To Last
Lets recap, shall we? We got a little Marcelee going down. Some music being played. Ashley knows Marceline (somehow. Hmm. I wonder... How would she know Marceline's middle name? Who could she be in cahoots with...). Marceline meets Flambo. More of the Vampires introduced (I wasn't lying, I promise. They won't become relevant, they are just relevant to this scenario.) Ash has been introduced, and what a smooth talker he is.
So, to those who were anxious for me to introduce Ash, did I do well? Did I meet expectation?
If you enjoyed this chapter, it's super motivating to get Reviews, and ish, so that would be super swell. If you Review, I adore you.
SlendyWatching75: Aha! Good, thats what i'm shooting for. Hope you enjoy the update!
VariaGuardians27: Glad you enjoyed it(: Hope you enjoy this chapter, as well!
KitsuneDuo: Well, I am very glad you enjoyed it. And many thanks, I'm doing my damnedest to introduce each new character in a unique way. :P And dont worry, the M rating will be used again before toooooo long. (there just isn't enough Marcelee smut out there! Someones gotta do it... xP) And I understand that. I mean, Marceline and Marshall are the two best characters, it only makes sense for them to be together. Haha. Funny story about halloween, excuse me while I tell this... I'm Marcelee all the way, right? So like. Last Halloween I was like, "Totes being Marshall Lee." later on, I ran into my ex who was doing Marceline... The awkward was too much to handle. Haha.