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I don't know where I am. I don't recognize anything. I'm walking down a cold damp stone hall. It almost looked like a dark version of PG's castle except there wasn't a living soul around. I keep walking, my bare feet hitting the stone floor. Whispers flow down the hall. I pick up my speed and jog down the hall following the voices. I stop short as I come to a almost closed door. I peek through, I could see Marshall Lee floating above the bed glaring at someone across the room. I couldn't tell who it was. But Marshall didn't look the same. He was wearing a black tux with a red tie, his hair was short and slicked back, and a dark silver crown sat on top of his head. His eyes were hard and distant. Whoever it was that was in the room with him he did not like them.

"Marshall, dear don't you want to make an heir?" A voice that was silk smooth and incredibly seductive asks. "Your mother wants us to give an heir to the thrown."

"Hmph," Marshall huffs and looks away. The woman walks in front of him. She wore nothing, so her light green skin showed all of her curves and her delicate features. Marshall was looking over her shoulder, looking straight at me. I have to cover my mouth so I don't make any noise as I grip the door knob. It felt like pure ice against my flesh. His eyes seem to soften a smidgen as he stares at me. But I had this gut feeling this was my dream, but it felt so real at the same time.

"Don't you find my body attractive at all?" She asks softly sounding kind of hurt. "I'm your wife, I'm your queen. I need to give an heir to the thrown, but I want your love." She walks closer to him, placing herself between his legs. "You look pale, you need blood."

"I'm fine," He says looking back at her.

"Bite me," She leans her neck towards him. "Please."

"No," he says sternly. Her hands fly up to his head and pulls him close to her. First she latches her mouth to his then she forced his face to her neck. Seconds later her body flew away from him, a yelp flying out of her mouth as she hits the wall next to the door. Marshall's eyes take on a reddish hue. His fangs enlarge as he stands up. He slowly walks towards the girl as he licks his lips like she was dinner. The next thing I see is Marshall standing in the middle of the room. He was covered in blood. A limp body laid at his feet, the girl. Her long golden brown hair is sprawled out around her like a fan. It was matted with blood. Marshall's eyes were cold.

"I killed her." He says hollowly. I push the door open and slowly walk to him. He glances up at me.

"I killed her, Fi." He speaks slowly. I look down at her. Her head slowly twists towards me. Her eyes were blood shot, her irises were black. Her lips were torn like they had been bitten and chunks were taken out.

"I hate you," her voice was nails on a chalk board. It didn't sound anything like the one she had moments ago. It sounded more like the Ice Queen's. "You two deserve each other. You both are monsters that can so easily take lives and not even flinch."

"I-I," I stutter. Marshall's hand grabs mine. I look up at him. His eyes were crimson red, and the whites were black. His lips dripped with blood; his hair was messy and matted in parts with blood. His skin was a deep blue rather than his pale blue complexion.

"Don't worry Fi, I won't kill you." His voice wasn't his. It was much much deeper than normal and it held a dark presence. "We can take over Ooo together."

"N-no," I stutter.

"Murders!" Ice Queen screams.

"No!" I yell. I look up at Marshall. "I want my Marshall back." I beg. Everything fades black as the sound of laughing drawls out. I sit up in a cold sweat gasping for air. The afternoon light was pouring into my room. I look down and see Marshall laying on his side still sleeping. My gut clenches, I need to see his eyes. I lay back down and snuggle up to him. I place a shaky hand on his cheek and lean up and kiss him softly. He murmurs something but not loud enough that I could catch it.

"Marshall," I say his name softly trying to get him to open his eyes.

"Wha?" He asks tiredly but doesn't open his eyes. My gut wasn't feeling any better.

"Look at me," I plead. His eyes flutter open and I see his radiant night sky blue eyes, the whites were white. I release a sigh of relief.

"What?" He asks now more awake.

"Nothing," I say and snuggle up to him. My gut wasn't as clenched but it still didn't feel right.

"Nightmare?" He asks.

"No," I lie burring my face into his chest. He kisses top of my head and wraps his arms around me holding me close to him. Goosebumps cover both my arms and a shudder goes down my spine. A giggle emits from Marshall Lee.

"Am I that cold?" He asks.

"Yeah," I admit. He was really really cold. I slowly lean back and look up at him. He softly places the back of his hand on my forehead. His hand quickly reals back as he blows on it.

"You're burning up." He sits up and the look of worry plays on his face. "I think I should take you to Gumball. He's a doctor."

I shake my head and say, "No, I'm fine. I just need to cuddle up with you. Your skin will cool me down." He smirks but still looks worried. I pull his hand to bring him back down to me. He hesitates for a second but lays down next to me.

"Fi, what's wrong?" He asks.

"I'm just hot," I says leaning my face next to his chest.

"Well I knew that," he kisses my forehead. My head felt like it was spinning. "But I know something is wrong. What was your nightmare?"

"The Ice Queen." I admit. I could feel tears build up in my eyes so I clench them shut so none could escape.

"Oh, baby its okay." He chides softly. "It wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was!" I push away from him as tears fell from my eyes. I sit up and hug my knees to my chest. "I could have done something else. I didn't have to kill her." I bury my face in between my knees.

"Fionna," He says softly sitting up next to me. "It was life or death for you. You chose the right thing to do."

"B-but," I start to protest.

"Fionna," He hugs me. I twist my face downwards. "You didn't have a choice." He was silent for a while as tears fell from my eyes. Then he spoke almost too quietly that I almost didn't catch what he was saying. "I shouldn't have told you about the queen, I knew you were already carrying so much. I shouldn't have poured that onto you. I had a choice. I chose to kill her. You had to kill the Ice Queen, I didn't have to kill Ashley. Yet I did. You're not evil."

"M-Marshall," I hiccuped as I looked up at him. His eyes were dark with sadness.

"Fionna," He says softly. "I understand if you want to leave me now." I don't answer with words but with action. I lean up and kiss him with all I have. The kiss doesn't last though, my head was spinning too fast. I fall back down on the bed and stare up at him. My vision blurs for a second but clears quickly. There was a tear in the corner of his eye. I wipe it away with my thumb.

"I love you, I know what you did. That can't change what I feel though. I love you with my being." I say leaning back towards him. I give him a small innocent kiss and sit back down. "Marshall, we both make mistakes." I say softly. "But this, what we have is not a mistake." I inch towards the edge of the bed and wobble to the bath room. I feel terrible, sick. I close the door behind me and look into the mirror. My reflection looks pale, my eyes were darkened. I looked just as bad as I felt. Maybe I caught something.

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