Chapter 10: Fionna the Vampire

Cake the Cat was many things: Adventurous, protective, sometimes obnoxious, and very often loud. When Fionna went missing, all of these character traits morphed together and formed into a kitty rage the likes of which the world has never seen. Carrying with her a backpack full of supplies and weapons, she went on a search to find her lost sister. The Ice Kingdom was her first stop, and when the Ice Queen was equally confused about Fionna's location, Cake went down the list of enemies they'd encountered in their travels. At every location, the human girl was nowhere to be seen.

The only hints of Fionna's location were a pentagram circle and demon summoning book found in Cake's living room. There was only one demon that the cat knew of, and even the name made chills rush down her skin: Hannah Abadeer.

But why would Fionna contact Hannah? Maybe it wasn't that at all. Maybe Marshall Lee dragged her to the Nightosphere. The mere thought made Cake's tail frizz out. She KNEW Marshall Lee was bad news. Never trust a vampire!

Because going to the Nightosphere was the last place she wanted to be, Cake was stumped about what to do. So she went to the smartest guy in the Land of Aaa.

"Hey, PG," the cat announced, stepping into the large, ornate kitchen of the Candy ruler.

Gumball jumped, nearly dropping his pan of cupcakes. "You know, there's a doorbell to my kitchen for a reason."

"No time, boy, I have bad news."

His eyebrows drawing together, the Prince gingerly placed his cupcakes atop the dresser. "I'm listening."

"Fionna's been missing since this morning!" she blurted. "I've searched everywhere. In the sewers, the Ice Kingdom. I even went to the Catnip Plains, and I swear, PG, I didn't even look at the catnip. I'm worried sick."

Somewhere deep inside, Gumball knew that the blonde adventuress couldn't resist the opportunity for adventure after hearing about Marshall Lee's kingdom. Seeing a new land full of dangers and battles was right up her alley. "Glob it," he muttered. "She just couldn't stay put for once in her life."

Cake frowned at the Prince's reaction. "She went to Marshall Lee, didn't she?"

"Of course she did." He sat on a tall bar seat and pinched the bridge of his nose to get rid of the forming headache. "She doesn't understand how dangerous vampires are, especially to humans. Marshall's the only one she knows, and if she thinks they will all be as laid back as he is, she is sorely mistaken. This was not a battle for her to fight."

Not sure if she really wanted to know the answer, she reluctantly asked, "So how dangerous are we talking?"

"Very. They're evil creatures, Cake." He dropped his regal posture that had been ingrained in him since youth and slumped into his chair. "I think all of us underestimates how dangerous Marshall Lee could be if he was truly provoked to violence."

"Humph. He didn't seem that tough when we fought him the first time. Or when he fought his mom."

"I'm not entirely sure he was aiming to kill any of you during those times either." He shook his head. "Anyway, it's not him we have to worry about." The Prince paused and tilted his head as a thought occurred to him. "How did she even get to the Vampire Kingdom? It's been closed off to outsiders for Centuries."

Cake removed the Demon Summoning for Beginners tome from her tiny kitty backpack and handed it to the Candy Royal. "Well, this was left in our living room."

"Hm." With a frown, he dragged his fingers over the carved title before opening it to the index. He quickly scanned over the words, nervously swallowing as he did so. With a voice softer than a whisper, he breathed the name, "Hannah Abadeer."

"My thoughts exactly, PG." She watched as Gumball slowly closed the book and set it on the kitchen counter with trembling hands. "So what are we going to do?"

Gumball apprehensively licked his lips. He reached into his cabinet where he kept the condiments and retrieved a container of salt. "First we're going to draw a circle," he answered, his violet eyes heavy. "And then we're going to have a nice long talk with the Queen of the Nightosphere."

Fionna was drowning.

This was her first thought as she awoke in a sea of silk with a dozen pillows atop her head. After a brief bout of panic, she swam to the surface and breathed out a puff of air to get her bangs out of her face. The hundreds of dollars spent on that fine bedset was like a glamorous and kind way to kill someone. How evil… and appropriate of the Vampire Kingdom, she supposed.

Her long blonde hair was greasy and tangled from the hours of being shoved in a tiny white hat. She ruffled the messy locks, allowing them to fall into her face before throwing her head back to clear her vision. With a yawn, she headed to the bathroom.

Even though she knew of Natalie's illusion trick, it still shocked her to look in the mirror. Her skin was a pale ashy gray, and her eyes were no longer blue; They were black. She pulled back her lips to showcase her fangs, then laughed and twisted her face into a mock snarl. It didn't have quite the same effect that Marshall Lee's snarl had, so she tried to look scarier by making her eyes glow red like his did at times, but they remained the same deep black. Giving up on the monster faces for the time being, she touched her pointed ear and was surprised when her fingers went through the point and landed on a completely human-feeling ear. When her tongue tried to touch her pointed fangs, it was the same effect. She didn't really have vampire features; it was all an illusion.

A bit disappointed at that, Fionna began removing her shirt to take a shower.

And that's when she saw it. Positioned on the left side of her lower stomach was a black circular mark with designs in the center that reminded her of the Demon Summoning book she'd used in the tree house. The mark was slightly red around the edges like a fresh tattoo, and she dragged her fingers along it, then pressed to see if it would go away. It didn't. Panicking suddenly, she reached for a washcloth, ran warm water on it with a dab of hand soap, and scrubbed at the design.

Was this part of Natalie's illusion spell? Did vampires have marks like this? She'd seen Marshall Lee without a shirt, and he didn't have a mark on his stomach. Maybe his was in a place she'd never seen before.

Before that thought could get away with her, she tossed the washcloth on the sink and stared at the offending design. The lines and circular marks had to have a meaning… She'd drawn a similar circle to summon Hannah. Could it be related?

Breathing deeply and evenly to calm her nerves, she removed the rest of her clothing and stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over her mark in rivulets, but it remained as solid as ever. Maybe Marshall Lee would know how to get rid of it.

After finishing her shower and wringing the water out of her long hair, she twisted the damp locks into a towel atop her head and tied another large towel around her bare body. Her blue shirt and miniskirt still smelt of whatever ashy magic Hannah had used during the teleport, so she didn't particularly want to wear those. Maybe there would be some spare clothing in the closet. The palace seemed to have everything else.

Fionna took a few steps out of the bathroom into the main living area… And, with a shriek, came face to face with a stunned Vampire King. "What the flip, Marshall?!" she screamed, clutching the towel tighter around her body and slumping to cover herself.

With wide, round eyes, Marshall blinked in shock, swallowed, then spun around. "Wh-whatever, the window was open. I didn't expect you to be showering!" His voice was tinted with a note of desperation and a plea.

Fionna tucked a stray lock of bangs back into her towel turban, glaring holes into Marshall's back. "I didn't open the window."

"Well, it was open." Blindly, his hand darted out to the side and picked up a large purple gift box from the counter next to him. With a tone still defensive, he said, "I got you something."

Her eyebrows darted up. "What is it?"

"You have to open it, ya goof."

She cautiously took the gift from his outstretched hand. Marshall's gifts had a habit of being a bit… doubled edged and much more trouble than they were worth. She carefully eyed the mysterious looking box, which was decorated with tiny bats. "The last time you got me a gift, Marshall, it wasn't pajamas like you said. It was a tiny string thing."

"It was to sleep in," he said unhelpfully, his smile obvious in his tone. "Like Pajamas. Can I turn around?"

Fionna looked down to make sure she was covered, then answered with a reluctant, "I guess."

He spun around mid-air, tilted his head, and motioned to her purple bat box. "So open it already, hero."

Her fingers clutched onto the bat-shaped bow and pulled one wing to unwrap it. Within the box lay a folded blue fabric that was similar to silk. Fionna brushed her fingers along the soft fabric, then lifted it so the hem of the new dress fell neatly to her feet.

It was the same shade of her favorite shirt, a sky blue that matched her eyes. The front paneling was slit to reveal layers of white ruffles that flowed at her feet. It was all tied together with a large bow in the back.

Not knowing what to say, Fionna glanced up at a rather self-conscious Marshall Lee, who had his feet planted on the ground for once. At her silence, he shrugged and said, "If you don't like it, that's fine or whatever. There's some lame party thing, and they think my way of partying is too loud and improper for a King. I just figured you'd want something to wear so you don't look like a complete loser."

It was so uncharacteristic of him that Fionna looked down at the dress to make sure scorpions weren't going to crawl out from inside. It may have confused her less if there were. "But… I don't wear dresses."

"Then don't wear it. It's whatev." His hand reached out to take the dress.

She jerked it back tight against her body. "I didn't say I didn't want it, dude. It's kind of… perfect." Her wide eyes looked up at his. "Thank you, Marshall Lee."

The honesty of the comment made him uncomfortable, so he closed his eyes and kicked backward into the air. "Yeah, yeah," he said. "Don't make it weird."

As though suddenly remembering what she was wearing, she quickly covered herself with the new dress and announced, "I'm going to go change" before darting into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

Now, Fionna was not the type to worry about her body nor obsess over beauty nor purchase expensive makeup, but when she put on the dress and looked in the mirror, she was pleased with how she looked. The bow around her waist accentuated her figure and gave her the curves that she had seen on certain other women. Her long hair messily fell around her shoulders to frame her face. And as she turned to the side and posed in the mirror, the bright light of the bathroom mirrors turned her gray skin paler. If only Gumball could see her… She actually looked like a princess. Her lips curved into a sly grin. A vampire princess.

With one final snarl in the mirror for sheer monster effect, Fionna stepped out of the bathroom.

Marshall Lee was laying on her bed, eyes closed and humming a song softly to himself.

Fionna grinned widely at him. "Off my bed sheets, vampire!"

"Technically, they're my bed sheets," he responded. Then his eyes landed on her, and his expression blanked.

"What?" she said defensively. "I can wear a dress like other girls."

He blinked and floated into the air with his head low. "It looks good," he said.

"Thanks." She twisted her hair up and hid it within her white bunny hat. Only her bangs were visible and fell carelessly over one eye.

"So," Marshall said, extending an arm. "Ready to be Vampire Royalty."

Fionna gladly hooked her arm around his. "Bring it on!"

Fionna had been to Marshall Lee's parties before. She'd seen the lights flash across the faces of witches and spiked demons and fanged beasts as they raised their cups high in honor of the live rock band. There were times when Marshall told her to stay closer because some of the party-goers weren't one hundred percent trust worthy and were eyeing her hungrily. She'd even watched the guests separate into couples halfway through the night and seen the ghouls passed out from their high in the middle of the woods.

And all the while, Marshall Lee was in the midst of the crowds, mingling with the questionable demons and urging them to complete dares and singing for them when they thrust an instrument in his hands to coax a song out of him. The Vampire King kept dangerous company, and this was never more obvious than at his parties, where amongst the wilder underground of Aaa, he was respected- Not as a Vampire King, but as a Rock Star.

One look at the party in the Vampire Kingdom told her that this was very different. The music was soft and melodic. A large chandelier caught the light and sparkled in the middle of the large ballroom, and the guests wore slinky gowns and expensive tuxedos rather than ripped blue jeans and t-shirts.

Fionna crinkled her nose. "This looks like something Gumball threw together."

Marshall scoffed. "Politics are a different monster."

With his arm still wrapped around hers, they made their way through the crowd. Eyes landed on the two with polite and curt nods or bows towards the King, and it took Fionna a moment to translate their expressions. It was the same look that the citizens of the Nightosphere gave to his mother: Respect and fear with a note of distrust. But why would they feel that way toward Marshall? He wasn't anything like Hannah.

It wasn't long before Natalie spotted them from the corner of the room and immediately darted over. She carried in her hand a crystal glass of dark red liquid, which was held surprisingly still as she moved. Her glimmering, strapless green dress clung to her curves and every motion with a high split over her left leg showed a dangerous amount of skin. Fionna's dress suddenly seemed childish in comparison, and she felt her earlier pride deflate.

Natalie leaned toward Marshall's ear and practically hissed, "Where have you been?! You were supposed to be here an hour ago."

"It looks like this party kicked off to a killer start without me," he responded dryly.

With a roll of her black eyes, Natalie placed her hand on his shoulder and shoved him forward. "Mingle, your highness, before you really piss someone off."

Within a few steps, Marshall had already caught the attention of a tall vampire in a business suit, who bowed politely before smiling and starting up a conversation. Marshall took one final annoyed look back at them, and Fionna almost felt sorry for him.

And then it occurred to her that she was alone with Natalie. Satisfied that the King was doing his duty of socializing, the vampire witch glanced down to Fionna. "How about a bite to eat? To the snack bar?"

With a small nod of agreement, she followed Natalie through the ballroom. Without Marshall by her side, no one gave her a second glance.

The snack bar was filled with cakes and fruits and sweets in various shades of red. It wasn't until that moment that Fionna realized how hungry she was. She eagerly snatched up a mini plate and began piling it with fruits. The strawberry she bit into was particularly sweet, and she tossed a cherry into her mouth to see if it was the same.

She glanced up to see Natalie eyeing her. Swallowing down the cherry, she lowered the plate and primly straightened her spine to look more refined.

Natalie raised one eyebrow and looked out over the crowds, sipping the contents of her glass as she did so. "Nice dress."

"Thanks. Marshall got it for me."

Natalie glanced at her again, then shook her head and turned back to the ballroom. "God, he takes after his mother in the weirdest ways."

For the life of her, Fionna could not see how Marshall was anything like Hannah. "How so?"

"You know. With the whole father fiasco."

At her blank look, Natalie's eyes widened. "Oh, wow, you really don't know, do you? Who his dad was? Do you know anything about Marshall Lee at all?"

The question made her feel uncomfortable. Five years had passed since she first met the Vampire King, but what did she know about him? About his past, his family, his heritage? It was very rare that he discussed anything about his past, but it was abundantly clear that he couldn't escape it; that it always came back to haunt him. Even after all these years, he still managed to have old ghosts find their way into his life. How many more secrets could he have?

Suddenly depressed, Fionna asked, "Who was his dad?"

Natalie shrugged. "Just some guy that caught the attention of the Demon Queen."

Just some guy… There was more to it than that. Fionna was sure of it, but Natalie already had her attention on two young-looking vampires nearby.

"Some king he is," said one of them- a witch, by the looks of it, with shaggy blonde hair. She pointed toward the crowds with a wave of her wine glass. "He shows up every so often to make rules and then vanishes to the outside lands. And no one can seem to take the crown from him. Did you see what happened to the last guy?"

Her partner frowned. This one was a vampire- buzz-cut black hair and a round face. "I'd like to challenge him. I'd be a better king than he ever was."

"You should find better subjects of conversation," Natalie interrupted, her voice soft and piercing. She smiled at them above the rim of her glass with eyes that gleamed menacingly. "Rather than ones that reek so much of betrayal."

"And who are you?" the vampire demanded.

Without missing a beat, she responded, "I'm Natalie. Second in Command of the Vampire Kingdom, Fiancée to the King, and Forest Witch Royalty. Now who the fuck are you?"

The two blinked in surprise. It was the witch that responded, her voice full of distrust. "Just an observer, ma'am." With a bow, the two quietly wandered back into the crowds.

"Ugh," Natalie said to Fionna, touching the bridge of her nose with her forefingers. "This place is full of idiots. You'll be fine if I go socialize, won't you? You won't do something stupid?"

Fionna, Queen of Stupid, said, "I'll just stay here till Marshall's done."

"Fantastic. Call me if you need anything." With a graceful wave of her hand, Natalie was gone.

Fionna sighed, tossed her plate into a nearby trash can, and leaned back against the nearby wall. From her location there, she could see Marshall Lee talking to three attractive demon girls. They each wore form-fitting dresses that were low cut and showed off a generous amount of cleavage. She glanced down at her own chest, frowned, and adjusted the gown to hang slightly lower. Still not satisfied with the effect, she returned her gaze to the three. One had her arm wrapped around Marshall's and another was handing him a crystal glass of red wine. And Marshall Lee was laughing with them.

Dammit, what was Fionna even doing there? It wasn't like she was in her element anymore. What was she expecting? A fight? The Vampire King to actually have romantic feelings for her and sweep her off her feet? Of COURSE Marshall had kissed her. Because she was a girl, like every other trophy female that hung on his arms at parties. The entire idea of being just another number to add to his collection disgusted her, so she growled to herself, crossed her arms, and resisted the urge to smash her fist into a passing mustachioed vampire in a top hat.

Marshall Lee spotted her from across the room, and his smile faltered. Without saying a word to the three disappointed girls, he headed her way.

"Yo," he said to her. "Enjoying the party?"

"It's fine," she answered with a slight pout. To keep from looking at him, she spun around to the bowl of red punch and quietly dipped a quantity into a glass of her own.

"If you wanted to spend time with me, Fi, you could have just asked." His low voice was near her ear and made a chill flutter over her spine.

"Who said I wanted to spend time with you?" she replied.

She lifted the glass to take a drink, but before it could touch her lips, Marshall snatched it out of her hand and replaced it with the glass he was holding. "Don't drink that," he said.

The glass she suddenly had in her hand contained a more transparent red liquid than the one Marshall took. She raised an eyebrow quizzically, but took a sip anyway. It was powerfully bitter and sweet. Not quite expecting it to house such a kick, she dove into a coughing fit. "What is that?" she gritted out, squinting at the drink through watery eyes.

Marshall laughed. "Have you never tasted wine before, Fionna?"

"Yes!" she responded with a little too much conviction to be true. "All the time." To prove her point, she took a large drink of her wine and suppressed a shudder.

With a fond small, Marshall looked down at his own glass. The liquid it contained was darker and thicker than Fionna's, and it clung heavily to the clear glass. He tentatively smelled it, which caused his smile to fade and his eyes to darken considerably. His Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed, then after a thoughtful moment, he took a tiny sip. His eyes closing briefly to savor the flavor. He sipped once more at the drink before placing the glass on a tray of a passing server.

After the fourth taste of her wine, Fionna decided that it really wasn't so bad once she got used to it. By the eighth drink, she came to the conclusion that she was quite fond of it after all and downed the remainder of the glass. Her head felt pleasantly fuzzy, and the ballroom swirled along with the dancers on the floor. Because it felt like such a good idea (and because her balance swayed very slightly), she curled her hand around Marshall Lee's.

His hand tightened around hers. "Do you feel like dancing?"

The world was dancing, and she was spinning with it.

Now, it was no small secret that Fionna had no sense of grace and two left feet, but as Marshall pulled her onto the dance floor, she didn't care. She didn't care that she wasn't a real vampire princess nor that the other girls had much curvier bodies than her. She didn't care that Marshall was her best friend and a bit of a womanizer, and that perhaps they were globbing everything up, one touch at a time. When he placed one hand on the small of her back and clutched her palm with the other, her heart, drunk on expensive wine, lifted like helium into her throat.

It didn't surprise her to learn that Marshall knew how to slow dance well. He'd had a thousand years of practice, and it only made her clumsiness stand out. Her feet tangled in his, her movements were jagged, and she didn't know how to twist her arms when she spun around. However, all of these things just made her giggle. After a particularly awkward twirl, she collapsed into him, head resting against his chest. She grinned, tightening her arm around his back. He smelled like autumn evenings and strawberries and pine trees with a touch of demon magic. It was a weird combination that was very perfectly Marshall Lee.

His hand drifted upward, between her shoulder blades. His voice was soft and deep as he whispered in her ear, "You're a little tipsy, Fionna."

"N'I'm not," she responded.

He spun her around once more, his feet lifting off the ground by force of habit, and ended the song by lowering her into a classic dip. Her entire weight was supported by his one arm, and the other hand was still entangled in hers.

According to legend, vampires had hypnotic abilities. Staring into Marshall Lee's soft eyes then, Fionna suddenly believed that it was true. She couldn't look away and wasn't even sure she wanted to. Her gaze flickered to his lips, and she wanted then, more than anything, for him to kiss her like he had back at the stadium. Her head lifted very slightly, and she could feel his cool breath against her skin.

And then a pale grey hand highlighted with green nails clutched onto his shoulder and pulled him upright. The sudden movement snapped Fionna back to reality. It occurred to her just then that they had an audience. The party-goers had formed a small circle around them and were whispering conspiratorially to each other. Feeling exposed, she uncomfortably crossed her arms over her chest.

Natalie glared at Marshall Lee with piercing eyes. "How about a dance, my love?" she asked through gritted teeth.

Marshall glanced at Fionna for a slight millisecond, disappointment flashing so fast through his black eyes that it was hardly even there, before holding out his hand for his faux fiancée.

Fionna ignored the stares of monsters and vampires as she stepped back into the crowds. It didn't surprise her to learn that Natalie was an expert dancer and could meet Marshall's movements with professional precision. Her dress flared out above her feet in an effortless spin, her arm held out gracefully, before returning once more to her partner's embrace. They moved fluidly in a dizzying dance of spins and foot steps and elegance. And not for the first time that night, Fionna felt rejected. Should she just give herself a number? Marshall Lee's Woman Number 856. At least Natalie could dance.

As the song ended with a flourish, Natalie pressed her lips tightly against Marshall's, her fingers tangling in his messy black hair. His eyes closed in acceptance.

The sudden kiss made Fionna wince like she had been punched, and it certainly felt like she had. It was just part of their ruse, she told herself. There were no feelings involved… right? Wouldn't a simple dance do?

The kiss ended as quickly as it began, and both Marshall and Natalie turned to their audience with bows.

Fionna needed to think, but her head was still fuzzy and her thoughts felt like images painted on clouds. She found herself moving toward the corner of the room like a zombie.

She didn't even realize Marshall had followed her until he spoke. "Remind me to plan the next party here. This blows."

Did he not notice how the kiss affected her? Did he even care? "I thought the vampires would be more like you," she said.

"Fionna, babe, the world couldn't handle that sort of awesomeness." He shot her an award-winning smirk. Her eyes rolled at his exaggeration.

Now that he had made an appearance, very few seemed willing to talk to the Vampire King. So it was surprising when the trash-talking vampire from earlier stepped up to the two. "King Abadeer. I've heard a great deal about you."

"Everyone has," he answered smoothly. "And I prefer Marshall Lee."

"Trying to separate yourself from that mother of yours, I see." There was something cutting about his gaze and false genial expression.

Marshall didn't answer, but his jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed.

"There has been a great deal of discussion about that law you resigned into effect the other week. I can't say that I'm particularly pleased with it."

Marshall grinned, and it was full of razor sharp teeth and resembled a warning more than anything else. "It's worked for the past eight years. Why change what wasn't broke?"

"What was working about it? The stifling of your subjects, oh, great King? The refusal to expand our lands? You're a much worse ruler than Hannah Abadeer has ever been."

"Hannah has never ruled the Vampire Kingdom."

"No, nor will she ever because her son is too much of a coward to ever stand up to his birthright and claim his rightful title as King of the Nightosphere. No, the grand Prince must take the Vampire Kingdom instead."

Marshall's feet quietly landed on the ground. Even though he didn't say anything, Fionna could feel the anger radiating from him and the sudden drop in temperature. In an attempt to calm him, she wrapped her arm around his. His muscles were tense, and she glanced up at his face. Even though he wore the same eerie smile, his eyes were entirely black. "Hey, Marsh, don't worry about it," she said. "He's just trying to piss you off."

"I guess I couldn't expect much from a descendent of Hannah Abadeer," the vampire said. "She did choose a human for a mate after all, and we all know what happened to that race…"

Before Fionna could register the movement, Marshall Lee was gone from her grasp, and his absence made her wobble to regain her balance. He was already high in the air, his hands wrapped tightly around the other man's throat. The gentleman had blood pouring from his nose, and he struggled to pry Marshall's fingers away. A few surprised gasps emerged from the crowds as the ballroom fell to silence.

"I've lived through the greatest War that ever was," Marshall said, bearing his sharp teeth in a fatal threat. "The war that ended half of this world and mutated the other half. You think I'm going to let some little idiot mess this up and start history all over again?" His grip tightened, and the other vampire clawed at his hand. "You don't know what you're getting into. You don't know what war is."

"Then how about I find out?" the vampire choked out. "I issue you a challenge, Marshall Lee Abadeer. For your crown and the right to start as many battles as I please."

A flicker of surprise flashed through Marshall's face, and he loosened his grip on the other man's neck.

"You say you've seen war," the other man gritted out, smirking despite his situation. "Then show me. Relive it on the battlefield with your crown on the line, you childish prick."

Without warning, Marshall released him, allowing his body to hit the floor harshly. "You got it. Tomorrow night then? My place?"

The blonde witch from earlier rushed to her fallen comrade and fell to her knees beside him. She clutched onto his arm and looked up in obvious hatred at Marshall.

"Whenever and wherever you want to die," the vampire answered.

At some point during the exchange, Natalie had stood beside Fionna. "Dammit," she whispered. "I thought we were done with this."

"What's going to happen?" Fionna asked, glancing up at the black-haired vampire.

"They're going to fight tomorrow," Natalie answered. She took a deep breath and crossed her arms over her chest. "And one of them is going to die."
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NEXT CHAPTER: THE PRINCE'S GUIDE TO DEMON SUMMONING

(A/N: Originally, there was another part to this chapter, but I felt like too much happened in it anyway. So it'll be put in the next chapter!

Is Gumball going to summon Hannah Abadeer? What is the mysterious mark on Fionna's stomach? What are Natalie's intentions? Why did Marshall switch glasses with Fionna? And will Marshall survive the challenge?

I love predictions, so guess away!
And lots of fluff next chapter too. Lots. You're going to vomit rainbows.)