Marshall was hot. And not in the good way. Every second felt like his skin was evaporating away, his bones were boiling away and his muscle was melting in their place.
The sun was close to being directly over the vampire. Too close for his own comfort. The only thing protecting him from dying sooner was Fionna's wall. For that, he was grateful. For her taking her time, he was losing his patience.
His one arm that was nailed to the ground stuck out from his protection. Marshall slithered his hand into his sleep. The pain was tolerable for the first hour or two, but now it was just globing ridiculous. The normal scraped knee feel he got whenever he did decide to go in the sun protected was gone and replaced with the sheering pain he now felt. Marshall could taste the bile in his mouth and feel death brushing his shoulder as time passed excruciatingly by.
So this is what it's like to die. Marshall tried to blink away the sunspots in his eyes, failing miserably. His head hurt and he wanted to throw up so badly. Light smoke wafted from his sleeve that smelt sickingly of bacon.
Marshall knew he should be horrified by the smell, but in a way, it comforted him. It reminded him of the times Fionna stayed at his place. How he'd cook up red dyed eggs and bacon for them when they withstood storms or had movie nights. His stomach rumbled at the memory and for a brief moment, he forgot about the pain and relived those moments in his mind, letting the smell of his flesh bring him closer to being at home and away from the sun that he could physically at that moment.
Footsteps echoed along the rocks. In reality, they circled Marshall Lee. But to the vampire, they were so far away. He heard a voice echoing in his ear and he knew he should be able to comprehend it. He should be able to make out the words but he just couldn't.
Marshall felt himself blink, not seeing past the sun spots that filled his eyes. A hand. Fingers brushing his cheek. Shade. The pain was still there but the burn began to fade as his vision darkened. Was this how death was? Marshall liked his lips. It must be. A dark death. He should have expected that. He wondered what life would be like for him on the other side, if there was any. Would he be a roaming spirit like some of his friends? Perhaps. Maybe he'd just wander around in this darkness for the rest of eternity. With nothing but blackness so thick he couldn't see his own hands. A shiver ran down his spine.
The vampire felt something move his head but he couldn't make out the shapes that gazed down at him. He wanted to scream but his lips felt as though they had been glued together. He wanted to fall into a deep sleep but the pain would slap him awake. He wanted to cry but nothing came out. Marshall Lee the vampire King had ever felt so dead in his life.
Hands. Hands all over. Or maybe that was the sun? Has it finally reached him? Marshall felt the colours above him blur as he began to fall into a black pit of nothingness. The last words he could feel himself say passed through his lips in a whisper: Fionna.