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Chapter Twelve: Vampirism

When Marceline awoke, she found that she was in her bed with Finn lying next to her, sound asleep. Bubblegum was also there, asleep in a chair she had presumably brought upstairs from the kitchen. Marceline took in a deep breath through her nose, letting it out softly through her mouth. She turned back to Finn, and couldn't help thinking how cute he looked when he slept. She kissed him lightly on the mouth, then turned over and scooted backwards into his warm body. As if his sleeping mind knew what was going on, he draped his arm over Marceline and she scooted even closer to him, loving the feeling of his breath on the back of her neck. She smiled softly, and then fell asleep in his comforting embrace.

These transitions are so creative:

The sun was just rising when Finn woke up to find that he was back with Marceline in their house again. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He looked around the room and saw the chair sitting by the other side of the bed, and wondered why it was there. However, he didn't really care, so he got all the way up and walked over to the bathroom, turned on the sink, and splashed his face with cold water. He rubbed his chin and frowned as he felt he rough stubble that had accumulated from not shaving for nearly a week. He looked around the bathroom and oddly enough found a box of reusable razors. "That's weird," Finn thought, "What could Marceline possibly need to shave?"

He pulled one of the razors out of the box and wet it a little, then searched around for some kind of cream. Sure enough, he found a clear jar that said "Shaving Cream" in crude writing, and it contained white foam that smelled of mint. He quickly spread some on his face and trimmed the stubble from his chin, then thoroughly rinsed the rest away. He removed the hair from the razor, dried it, and put it back in the box. He then walked back out to the bed and found that Marceline was just waking up, so he quietly knelt down in front of her and said, "Good morning Marcie", then turned his head sideways and kissed her on the lips. She opened her eyes and smiled as she saw the stupid grin on his face.

"Mmmm, you smell good Finn. Like, mint?" she said, then her face turned to one of disgust as she saw that his face was free of hair. "Finn, you didn't, like, use any of my razors did you?" she said in distress.

Finn looked at her confusedly, and replied, "Well yeah, I did. Why?"

Marceline sat up and gagged a little, then looked at Finn again and almost threw up. She tried to calm herself down, and when she felt even enough, she said, "Finn, I shave something… personal, with those razors. And you just used one to shave your face."

Finn still looked confused, and he merely said, "What do you mean?"

Marceline could see that he really didn't know what she meant, so she tried to elaborate in a way that even Finn, with his innocent heroicness, would understand. "Listen, Finn. I obviously don't shave my face, right?" she paused, and Finn nodded in agreement, so she continued. "And there are only so many places that need shaving other than my face. Like my legs, my arms, and my armpits, right?" Still following, but not knowing where she was going with this list of things she shaves, Finn nodded again. "So there is really only one more place that I could possibly shave, and it is a private place that should only be discussed with certain people."

Finn just stared at her stupidly, and she couldn't help but smile at his cluelessness. She put on her best playful stern face, and said to him "Just don't use my razors, okay. We'll go get you your own some time today. Also, let's never talk about this again."

Finn chuckled at her valiant attempt to look strict, then spontaneously jumped up and yelled, "Race you to the kitchen!" before bolting off towards the ladder. Marceline looked surprised at first, but then she softened and just sat there, giving Finn a little sliver of hope that he would win. When he finally reached the ladder, Marceline jumped up as quickly as she could and bolted towards him. She reached it before Finn had taken a step more, and by the time he was down the ladder, she was sitting at the table with Bubblegum.

Finn stared at them both in disbelief, and they both just laughed at his confusion. Marceline was the one to say something, and she said "Finn, you silly little boy. I am a Vampire. Nobody can compete with a Vampire." Then she winked at him and pointed towards the kitchen counter. He looked to where she was pointing and saw a large spread of delicious looking food that he guessed was for him. "Wow Peebles… did you make this all by yourself? Or did Jake help you?" Finn said, and he and Marceline chuckled at the little inside joke. Bubblegum just looked between them both and said, "I assure you, I made this all myself."

Marceline and Finn just laughed even harder, and Bubblegum looked hurt, so when they were finally finished laughing Finn said "Sorry Bubblegum, it was an inside joke. Marceline had Jake make bacon pancakes for me this one time and she said she made them."

Bubblegum's expression softened, and after a few seconds she said, "So are you going to eat now Finn?"

Finn looked back towards the delicious banquet and yelled "Hell yeah!" before jumping the distance and tearing into the first thing he saw, which happened to be pancakes.

Bubblegum stared at Finn, shocked, and looked over to Marceline for confirmation. She just looked back at her as if she was a crazy person, so Bubblegum said, "Did Finn just cuss?"

Marceline just snickered and said, "Well yeah. He's seventeen you know."

Finn interjected suddenly, saying, "Actually, what is today?"

Bubblegum looked over towards him and said "March tenth I think."

Finn looked shocked, and said in amazement, "Really?"

Marceline confirmed by walking up to the random magical calendar that was just randomly on the random wall magically and for no other reason than random magicness. "Well according to my random magical calendar, it is indeed the tenth of March."

Finn shook his head in disbelief, and said hurriedly, "Tomorrow is my birthday. I turn eighteen tomorrow." He let himself sink down to the floor and put his face in his hands. "Two days later and I wouldn't have been a kid when I killed Cyrus." He shuddered a little at the thought of Cyrus's cold, lifeless body and then started sniveling quietly.

Marceline floated over to where he sat on the floor and lowered herself beside him. She wrapped her arm around him and said quietly, "Finn, two more days and you would not be alive. Two more days and we would not be together. Two more days, and we wouldn't get to celebrate your most important birthday together." She kissed the top of his head, and pulled him in for a tight hug. She took a deep breath, taking in the smell of his body. He relinquished his hold on his face to turn and hug her back, and in his lapse of defense, Marceline picked him up and floated him over to the coach. She laid him down before he could even figure out what was going on, and then she began kissing him ferociously.

He still didn't know what was going on, but he liked whatever it was, so he began trying to match her intensity. However, before he could get in a good kiss, she began nibbling the right side of his neck. He shivered as an intense rush of pleasure shot though his neck and flooded his entire body, rendering him motionless in euphoria. For several seconds Finn knew nothing but the overwhelming ecstasy, but then he heard someone scream. It seemed distant, quiet, but Finn could sense the urgency in the sound. He opened his eyes as far as he could and saw Marceline still at his neck, but he could tell she wasn't kissing him anymore. It felt as if she was latched onto his neck and she was not going to let go any time soon.

Finn began to become more distressed as the scream grew louder and he felt his body growing weaker by the second. He managed to let out "Marcie…" before he slipped into unconsciousness with Marceline still on top of him.

Transition! ;)

Finn had been waking up in many different places lately. This time was no different: he woke up alone in the bed of his tree house. He was wrapped haphazardly in his animal skin blankets, and his body was sore. He felt as if he had been thrown around for hours on end. He attempted to sit up, and as he did so, a pang of pain shot from his neck and his hand instinctually went up to it. What he found was rather surprising, and at the same time it made him kind of… happy. "I couldn't be… She wouldn't…"

On his neck were two small bumps, almost an inch apart. He knew what they were, and now he knew why he felt weak. And it didn't scare him one bit. To confirm, he moved his hand from his neck to his mouth, where he felt for his normal, human canine teeth. Instead, he found two extremely sharp fangs. Delighted, Finn jumped out of bed, inciting another shot of pain from his neck, and to his astonishment he was left floating in the area between the ladder and his bed. Even more astonishing, however, was the fact that he had no clothes on. He blushed heavily, but then, realizing no one else was in the room with him, he started air-swimming around the room. He searched for clothes but to no avail.

Defeated, he began toying with his fangs. They were as sharp as knives and as thin as needles at their point, but they were shorter than he would have thought. He flitted around the room naked as he tried duplicating things he had seen Marceline doing before. However, he only succeeded in making himself look stupid, because Marceline was watching the whole time.

When she had seen enough, Marceline discreetly slipped into the room and slipped behind Finn. Then, when he tried to make himself disappear, she grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him down to the floor. He screamed in surprise, and started to lash out at what he presumed to be an invisible attacker.

"You know, I would have thought that with your now enhanced hearing you would have noticed me sneaking up on you." Marceline said playfully.

At the sound of her voice, Finn stopped attacking the air, and turned his head as far as he could to see Marceline smiling happily at him. But then he remembered that he was naked, and he screamed "Marceline, I'm indecent right now!" before prying her off of him and running to cover himself with his blankets.

Marceline laughed aloud and floated over to where Finn was struggling with his blankets. She went straight up to him, pressed her body against his and whispered into his ear, "You know, for an eighteen year-old you're pretty bad at catching a hint." She smiled and lashed her tongue against his bite marks before seductively waltzing away.

Finn watched intently, unintentionally drooling as she wobbled her hips back and forth. She was toying with him, and he liked it. But something she had said struck him as odd. "But I'm not eighteen yet." he said assuredly.

Marceline whipped around suddenly, her hands together behind her back, and whispered, "Happy birthday Finn".

Okay guys, serious time. Or rather, possible lemon time: in Adventure Time! So many times... but yeah. so if you don't want lemon, just P.M. me. If an overwhelming majority is against it, I will just have to imply that something happens. Until next time! :D