^^^So ur wondering were my vampier compainion is? HE"S BACK! I sent him back to Aaa for ur pleasure and amusement. *Achoo* Yes, *sniff* i'm still sick. Bleh. It took a lot of "power" to send Marshall back. I need ur reviews to give me strength! Together we can fight this! HORAH! R&R(and 4 ME that means rest and relaxation! lol*achoo!)^^^

Marshall Lee was quite an interesting man. He always jokes and made sarcastic comments and never really reveled anything about himself willingly. But with Fiona he shared his story through music. Deep inside he took things very seriously. A side of of few people saw. If you did see Marshall serious, it wasn't a good thing.

So now he sat on his uncomfortable red couch. He looked a his television. He laughed to himself and looked down, a dark look on his face. "Screw it. It can all go to the nightosphere." He said. He looked up. His daydream took his mind away for a while. He thought to himself and let his mind wander openly.

What am I even doing here? Should I be doing something? It is kinda boring just sitting here. Maybe if I just close my eyes for a second, then something will come to me.

The vampire sighed. It was one of those days. One of those days where you sit around the house like a useless sack of potatoes. No offense to the potatoes.

Perhaps this doing nothing routine was getting a bit old. If he did nothing, people would think him lazy. His rep would become fuzzy. Now, what to do? Well, the Candy Kingdom always had interesting people to "play" with. Certainly Bubba would give him some ideas to have fun. If he was lucky, Fiona just might be there. If he was really lucky, she wouldn't be.

It settled things. Marshall was off to the Candy Kingdom. To make a long and time consuming story short, the vampire eventually got there all by his lonesome. Vampires and the sun have always been enemies. So Marshall made sure he brought his umbrella. He'd wear his gloves and sunhat, but honestly, he thought it made him look like a chick. Of course Bubba, being pink and made of bubblegum, possibly surpassed him on that scale.

Bubba. Huh. It brought him back to before the Mushroom War. Before people like Candy people, the Ice Queen, and all these odd things existed. It was a time ruled mostly by people, humans. They really thought themselves as the superior minds. Well, there all gone. Either mutated or dead. Fiona is the last one. Of course there was Sam Strong. But he was so ripped and most likely was a fish dude anyway. He remembered Gumball's Korean speaking pal's race took fondly to eating humans as a tasty treat. He could call it barbaric, but he wasn't exactly in the position to be saying eating another race(especially humans)was wrong.

Suddenly, the vampire smelled the distant sent of roses. Ah, the flower of love. Marshall decided to bundle a few together and surprise Fiona. He may make a joke about it later. He tried convincing himself it was all for a joke.

He looked to the sky, almost dark. Perfect. Soon it would be his time. Soon he would have Fiona in his arms. True, he' doing something stupid and get yelled out/ slapped later for it. But as usual it was all worth it for one thing. Her.

It was hard to think the first time they meet, he kicked her out of her own home. He hated thinking about it. the entire situation was bittersweet. True, he made real friends that day. But he also had to cause pain to them and the thought of this made him carry a burden inside his heart. It was all his fault. these five words were all he thought about.

He then heard a voice, female and familiar. He took note it was officially dark. Putting away his umbrella he began to search for the voice.

Finally he found it! Fiona! He saw her all alone. then he heard another voice. Deeper, male. He recognized it as well. Bubba. What were they doing this late?

He snuck behind the wall and watched the two as they talked on the cobble stone street. Why were they out, together, so late?

"Fiona." It was Bubba. "I feel in my heart something I can not yet explain. If you give me time, I think I can decipher it." He said. "I feel it too." Fiona said. "You do?" He asked. Oh great things were getting sappy. "Yeah. I think I do. And i'm not sure what it means either. But I want to. And I think," she looked him in the eyes, "i'm beginning to." He smiled, casing her to smile, casing him to laugh, causing her to laugh.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Fiona! Fiona, what are you doing? What are you saying?! Marshall's thoughts were screaming at him to intervene, to say something. But all he could do was watch.

Bubba was in view, he was leaning toward Fiona. NO! Marshall screamed in his head. NO! Fiona opened her mouth. "Gumball. I-" Then their lips meet.

Pull away, Fiona. I know this isn't what you want. Marshall said to himself. He was broken to see her eyes shut and her arms wrapping around his neck. It was if his very soul shattered. Psychical pain dug itself in his chest and his mind suddenly felt as if someone were attaching one of those things used to blow up balloons with.

Pain. I pain like needles suddenly shot thorough his hand. Marshall looked down to see a collage of red. He hadn't realized he still had the roses in his hand. He'd forgotten about them. Now his hand was bloody. Thorns imbedded themselves in his flesh and he grimaced. The flowers of love suddenly sticking him with pain. How appropriate.