MMH: edited 10/14/14. Favorite and review... DO IT.

My face was glowing for the rest of the night. Cake had left for home immediately after we left the hospital to take care of our tree house. We rarely spent any time there anymore. She also left to check on BMO and see that his battery wasn't failing. When I told everyone back to home they were absolutely ecstatic. Though Sun had never met Gumball, he looked almost as I happy as I was when I told him the news. Even Gunter seemed cheerful at the exciting change. Marshall tried to seem happy, but a concerned frown tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Happy news Dad! Be happy," Sun said as he "gently" punched Marshall. Marshall stumbled back and rubbed his arm.

"Alright kiddo, calm down." He teased.

I grinned and gave each of them a kiss. "You guys are so adorable." Both of their faces grew red and they looked away.

"Do you think that the Ice Queen will come out of hibernation now that Gumball's awake?" Marshall rubbed his neck as he tried to change the subject.

"It's entirely possible, but we should probably wait a few days to see if she resurfaces," Gunter said. I nodded and wrapped Marshall in a hug. Everything was perfect.

Perfection can only last so long, Fionna…

Sun, Gunter, and Marshall went out for a "guy's night" after they made sure I was settled down from my exciting day. Glob knows what they were doing, but it was peculiar that Marshall had asked for one of my swords. I paced all throughout the house trying to find something to do, but it was fruitless. They promised to be back later tonight, but I was unbearably bored.

I never would have thought it would be so hard to do stuff without the guys.

I eventually plopped down on the couch trying to think of something to do, but nothing came to mind. I felt my stomach growl and I walked over to the kitchen.

"Nothing but strawberry ice-cream and tomatoes." I grumbled. I knew that Marshall could only eat red, but it was becoming a pain that I had to as well when I was at his house.

The front door swung open with a loud thwack and I ran to the living room to see a pale teenage girl standing in the doorway. Silver hair cascaded from her head and she was dressed from head to toe in black leather.

"Who are you?" I asked

"Marshy didn't tell you about me? I'm hurt." The girl glided past me and threw herself onto my… err, Marshall's couch.

"Get out. This is my house." I lied.

"Small world; it's my house too." Who is this?

"No it's not."

"I used to live here decades ago. Funny how little it's changed." The girl mused to herself, completely ignoring me.

"I've told you once already. Leave right now or I'll have to hurt you," I said. A loud cackle escaped her lips and it sent shivers down my spine completely ruining my façade of bravery.

"You think you can hurt me? Oh please, I could snap you in half like that," she said and snapped her fingers. "You've got a nice little set up going on here; I would have never thought that Marshall would settle down. And with an adventurer too. You got a family and everything." My eyes grew wide.

"You know who I am?"

"Everyone knows about you, Fionna. That includes those in the Nightosphere too." The girl teased. She licked her lips and I shivered when I saw her fangs peek out.

Shit. She's a vampire.

"Well then you must know that I can kill almost anything."

"You must not know who I am. I'm Ashleigh and I eat weak twerps like you for breakfast." She stepped closer eying me like I was her next meal. I clumsily shuffled backwards trying to figure out where the nearest weapon was.

My crystal sword is upstairs, my mace is in the bathroom, Marshall has my golden sword…

The door swung open and I let out a sigh of relief to see my three saviors.

"Marshy!" Ashleigh squealed, her attention completely taken off of me.

"Gunter, Sun. Go upstairs. Now." I whispered gently to the two. Both of them immediately disappeared up the staircase to hide from the intruder as Marshall flashed by my side.

"Get out." He growled.

"Aw baby, don't be that way. Remember the good times we had?" This Ashleigh made my stomach upset.

"There were no good times."

"Oh, pish-posh. Remember when we pillaged the Lumpy Space Kingdom? Remember all those fun nights? Remember that cat we attacked?" Ashleigh's last remark hit me rather hard. I had almost come to terms with the fact that Marshall had attacked my dad. Why did she have to bring that up? Now I liked her even less, which I thought wouldn't be possible.

"The only thing I remember is that you abandoned me when I was captured." Marshall scowled. Ashleigh glided up to him, her lips millimeters away from his.

I swear to glob, if she tries to kiss him I'll rip her hair out.

"Marshy, how could you have fallen so far? You had me and now you're slumming it with some human?"

"Leave, Ashleigh. If you ever come back I will tear your throat out."

"Marshy…"

"Stop calling me that. Now get the fuck out."

Ashleigh glared at Marshall then me before transforming into a bat and flying out the door. I immediately slammed the door shut and bolted it. I finally let out a shaky sigh. I looked up to Marshall and noticed that he glared at the door with his teeth bared. A low growl erupted from him and I jumped.

"Marshall?" I asked. He glided up to me and scooped me up into his arms as we ascended the stairs.

That's sort of unnecessary.

I glanced up at Marshall and noticed the small frown on his face as he looked forward.

"Marshall?"

"Mhm?"

"What's wrong?" I asked. Sun and Gunter looked up when we entered his bedroom. They weren't far from the door and had probably been listening.

"You may leave," Marshall said coldly. The two didn't need to be told twice. Once they returned downstairs Marshall slammed the door shut with his foot. "How dare Ashleigh. I can't believe that bitch would show up."

"Sorry." I scrambled out of Marshall's arms.

Ever since I met Marshall, I kept second-guessing myself. I had always been the kind of person to not worry, but now what was happening? What was I even supposed to say in a scenario like this? Stupid girly-feelings.

"Don't be sorry. If anything I should have told you about her sooner so you would have been prepared." He sat on his bed running his fingers through his hair. "You really shouldn't leave. She could still be out there." Are you insinuating that I can't handle myself? "Not around her. She's tougher than she looks." Marshall replied.

I looked what I could only assume to be a mixture of horror and confusion.

"I've known you long enough that you're impeccably easy to read." He smirked. "Come here. I'll bring you home tomorrow." I stood at the foot of the bed hesitantly.

I'm going to sleep in his bed. No big deal. Just… play it cool. I climbed in and rested my head on Marshall's chest. The faint pitter-patter of his heartbeat tickled my eardrum as I felt his fingers play with my hair. How can someone just make a heart?

"How did Gumball make your heart, like, what's it made of?" I asked quickly, turning up to see his reaction.

"I dunno. That's an odd question." He looked down at me curiously.

"I know. I'm just a little curious. Aren't you?"

"Nah, I've never been the type into schiency stuff."

He isn't curious in the tiniest bit?

"Oh, okay," I said. Marshall's face quickly returned to the frown, which bothered me. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine; just thinking," he said nonchalantly.

"About what?"

"Nothing; don't worry about it." I was tempted to press further, but let it go.

Remember what happened last time you stuck your nose in someone else's business?

"I love you." I said as I kissed him on the nose. Marshall grinned and gave me a peck on the lips.

"I love you too." He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his head in my neck. I held his head and giggled when he starting kissing my throat. It had always been my weak spot and Marshall knew it.

"That isn't the reaction I wanted." He teased. He opened his mouth slightly and began to suck on my neck. I accidentally let out a moan and blushed deeply. His smirk grew wider when he heard me and continued to suck gently on my neck. I felt his hand creep up the hem my shirt and my breathing grew uneven. I pulled my lips to mine and our tongues danced around each other. There was a gentle tapping on the door as just as things were starting to get heavy.

"Fee-oh-nah I am scare-d." We heard from the other side of the door.

"Are you fucking serious?" Marshall grumbled as he pulled himself away. I fixed my disheveled clothes and ran to the door. Marshall rolled onto his side and threw on the covers grumpily.

Marshall is such a baby. I smirked.

"Why are you scared?" I asked as I opened the door to see the giant figure holding an old teddy bear that Marshall used to have in his room.

"I had a nightmare."

His speech lessons with Marshall are paying off.

"Aw I'm sorry sweetie. Do you want me to tuck you in and sing a lullaby?" I asked. He nodded and we headed downstairs to the living room. "What was your dream about?" I asked sitting at the foot of Sun's pull-out bed.

"I-I dream that you-u died. Dad tried to save you, b-but he couldn't." Sun sniffled a little and I could tell he was about to cry. My face sank into a small frown when I saw how much his dream had upset him. He had grown so accustomed to our family life, and I had too.

Was this because of Ashleigh?

My life had become so used to my family of friends that I completely forgot that it would eventually end. But I had to be strong in front of Sun. I had to show him that there was nothing to be scared of.

"I promise I won't die anytime soon." I smiled reassuringly.

"Promise?"

"Promise. Now close your eyes and go to bed."

He snuggled underneath a blanket that was far too small for him. The only thing that was covered by it was his torso. Sun listened patiently as I sang, but I hadn't even gotten to the second verse by the time he was asleep. A smile appeared on his lips and I watched him sleep for a little bit. I eventually grabbed another blanket to put on his legs before going up to bed myself.

"What was the big guy afraid of?" Marshall asked when I re-entered the room. He was lying on his back staring up at the ceiling.

"Oh it's nothing, really," I said as I climbed into bed.

"What was it?" He repeated curiously. I faltered, unsure of his reaction.

"He just had a nightmare that I died." I tried my best to brush it off. Marshall wrapped his arms around me and placed his chin on top of my head.

"He's got nothing to worry about. I would never let you die."