I can't remember if I said his eyes were red or green.. Anyways, sorry for the wait. Enjoy~


Twelve

It had been six days since Fionna had declared she needed a week to think. Six torturous days for her vampire lover. They hadn't really talked since. So much pressure was on Marshall Lee's shoulders and he couldn't think of anything else. The image of his teeth sinking into her milky flesh was swirling through his mind. Would he do it now? Would they wait for their relationship to be more serious? Marshall didn't want to pressure her into this decision, but he couldn't imagine a future without her.

Neither of them had another place to go, except Cake's and the Candy Kingdom. Fionna had visited Cake alone a few times, but she always came back before the sun went down. Marshall Lee was afraid they were in a rut, but all he could do was rock out with his bass to get his emotions out. He went through three stages of being worried, pissed off at himself, and sad and mopey. He knew Fionna could tell he was stressed out, and he knew that was hurting her, but he couldn't act any differently.

Marshall Lee jumps off of the countertop in the kitchen, does a flip, a skids on his knees across the floor. His amp was turned all of the way up and his nails were digging into the wood of his bass as tries to take his mind off of Fionna. He floats upside down, clenching his eyes shut and letting the music flow through him. He didn't even notice Fionna burst through the door. The blonde taps him on the shoulder. His eyes shoot open and he falls to the floor, hitting his head quite hard on the wood. He groans and curls up into a ball, cradling his head.

"Fuck," he moans, running his fingertips across the lump under his thick, messy hair. Fionna stands above him, hands on her hips. He could tell she was suppressing a smile as he gets up, stumbling slightly and feeling dizzy. He didn't mention he could see up her skirt while he was on he was floor. "That wasn't funny!"

"Can we talk? Like, really talk?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. She was wearing a skirt that was short in the front and long in the back. It made Marshall want to kiss every inch of her legs. Her torso was covered by a long sleeved shirt, as it was getting cooler outside. Marshall rubs his head, which was almost done healing.

"Yeah, sure." Fionna walks into the kitchen and Marshall Lee follows, watching her closely as she pours herself some water.

"So, I've been talking to Cake... I guess you already knew that though." Her eyes meet Marshall's but they quickly look away. "I've decided I... I want to do it." Marshall's heart would be stopped if it worked right now. "But not right now. I want to wait, for... the right time-"

"Wait, Fi, are you sure? I don't wanna... pressure you or anything..." he sighs, being careful with his words. Fionna gives him a tender smile. She was closer now, getting more confident.

"I'm positive. I want this. I want to be with you. I just want to wait a little longer. Maybe till next year for my twenty first birthday..." she suggests. "Or some other time. I don't know." Marshall's palm touches her cheek.

"You tell me when, and I'll do it. I won't do anything without your permission, okay?" he says, brushing her hair behind her ear. Fionna nods against his hand.

"I've missed you," she murmurs, staring up at him with half lidded eyes. Marshall Lee kisses her lips gently. As she pulls away, he licks the underside of her top lip. Fionna squeaks. Marshall grins, he missed her sweet taste. Marshall Lee picks up Fionna, her legs straddle his hips. He uses one hand to push everything off of the table and lies her down on it. His mouth finds her collarbone. Fionna's back arches up against Marshall's body. He kisses her again. "Mmm, I'm..." Fionna struggles to get her words out. "Not right now... m'k?" His lips move up against hers with a smirk.

"But you look so pretty today..." he whines, kissing her some more.

"Later." Marshall's lips meet hers again. "How about ice cream? The rain stopped and it's still cloudy..." He smiles, getting off of her. It would be getting dark soon anyway, so he agrees to go.

"But it will be your fault if I die of pink overdose," he teases, refering to the Candy Kingdom, entangling his fingers with hers. Fionna elbows him in the side as his other hand snakes down to her bottom, groping her lovingly.

"Quit it!" Fionna whines, pulling out of the door. A light sprinkle of rain was falling on them. They were walking fast just in case a knife storm starts up.

"What, you have a nice ass, Fionna," he mumbles, bumping into her side. Fionna's arms wraps around his waist, pulling him close. The Candy Kingdom was just past the Dark Forest. As it comes into view, Marshall Lee scoops Fionna up and holds her bridal style. He floats high above the dangerous depths of the forest, holding her tightly. He jaw was clenched. "Fi, stop wiggling, I don't want to drop you."

"You're squeezing the life out of me, Marsh! Loosen up a little bit..." Marshall doesn't listen to her and they were almost past it. Fionna crosses her arms and pouts in his grip.

"I can turn around if you're gonna be a jerk about it. I'm just trying to keep you safe," he mutters. The pink glow of the kingdom was taking over the sky and Marshall could already smell the intoxicating candy. He lands on the very beginning of the pink cobblestone that led through the cotton candy forest. Marshall Lee was getting sick of forests. Fionna spins on her heels, the cotton candy trees were glowing. Marshall's eyes were drifting shut. He reminds himself to get back on his normal sleeping schedule.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Fionna asks, inhaling the scent.

"You sure are," he replies. Fionna blushes. She grabs his hand and begins to pull him through the trees. It was a lot smaller than the Dark Forest. They walk past a small pond filled with pink, glowing koi fish and by a crashed wagon that Fionna just had to help. Within minutes they were at the entrance of the kingdom. Almost everyone they passed either ran away screaming or said hello to the adventuress.

"Whoa, what?" Fionna asks, staring at the scene before them. A crowded carnival had taken over the streets of the kingdom. Fionna was bouncing on her toes. "Oh my glob, this is perfect Marshall!" Fionna drags him through the crowd, looking for the entrance to the ferris wheel. "C'mon please?"

"What about ice cream?" he sighs, rubbing the heel of his shoe on the ground.

"Can we get that later?" Fionna replies, still pulling him. Marshall gives into her begging with a smile.

"Okay..." Before they knew it, they were on a ferris wheel car. Fionna pulls the metal bar down over their laps. Their feet dangle over the edge. As soon as they were off of the ground, they start kicking their feet, trying to rock the car.

"It's so cool up here," Fionna exclaims, throwing her arms up. A strong gust of wind hits them in the face, rocking their car even more. Fionna squeaks at the sudden movement. Marshall Lee watches her intently with a lustful look. He places his hands on her face and pulls her into him with a deep kiss. The world around them disappears. Fionna pushes herself against him as hard as she can. Their lips lock together in sweet harmony. Marshall slips his tongue through her lips. He wraps it around her soft tongue, smiling against her mouth. "We shouldn't be doing this up here..." Fionna whispers, accepting his kisses to her neck.

"We'll be up here for a while, all alone..." he mumbles back, nibbling on her earlobe. Fionna let's him meet her lips softly again. His tongue explores her mouth. He licks the underside of her top lip and drags his fangs across her bottom one.

"It's gonna start up again soon..." she whispers, fisting his hair. They were at the top and it would be going back around any minute. There were several loud booms in front of them. They look up, seeing a display of fireworks. Fionna was caught in the beautiful light, she couldn't look away. Marshall's arm wraps around her shoulder, pulling her close as they watched the show. It lit up their faces and Marshall was staring at Fionna.

"You're so pretty," he mutters against her ear. Fionna glances at him, twirling her hair.

"Shut up, vampire." He smirks, kissing her cheek. He lingers there for a moment, tasting her skin. They weren't aware of the pair of purple eyes watching them from a castle window. They weren't aware he was jealous and angry either, but if they were they wouldn't care.

Marshall Lee kisses her all of the way down. He only stopped for a moment when they were getting off of the ride. Fionna wanted to go to the haunted house. That was strange for a Candy Kingdom carnival. He follows her through the large doors. Everything looked so real. He grabs Fionna's hand, knowing she'd get scared.

Fionna and Marshall Lee slowly walk through the house. It was insanely detailed. Fionna trips on a wire and blood begins to pour down the walls. Marshall Lee inhales. It smelt real. Salty and metallic. His head was spinning. An axe swings in front of Fionna and Marshall pulls her back. It reflected the light like real metal.

"Fionna, this is giving me the creeps," Marshall whispers. "Everything looks real. Even the blood."

"Don't be a scaredy cat, Marsh. Nothing's real here. Not even that skeleton..." Fionna's voice trails off as the skeleton she spoke of looks straight at them.

"Why, hello, young lovers. Are you ready for a game?" a voice over some speakers asks, laughing at the end. Marshall had a feeling they were alone in the house and this wasn't for fun.

"Fionna, we have to find a way out. This isn't right," he hisses. He didn't want her to get hurt.

"Will ya man up?" Her eyes meet his, flaming with excitement. Marshall Lee shoves his hands in his pockets, flipping his hair.

"Fine, whatever." He follows Fiona through the dark hall. An obviously fake ghost falls from the ceiling. Fionna touches the old fabric.

"See? Fake." She pulls it from the string it had been hanging on and keeps walking. The smell of rotting flesh and blood hung in the air. It was musty and gross, giving Marshall a pounding headache. Fionna squeaks as a few knives fly their way. They both duck just in time. The knives collide with a door behind them. Marshall grabs one.

"Do these look fake, Fi?" he asks, poking himself with the tip to show her it could cut. Fionna shrugs.

"It's just for fun. I'm sure they would've stopped if we didn't duck." Marshall's eyes were glowing red. He turns to the window, trying to open it. He kicks through the glass. Sunlight pours in, burning Marshall's face. He hisses and rolls out of the way. Fionna runs to him. "Are you okay?" He nods, rubbing his skin with the sleeve of his jacket. Fionna looks out the window, shielding her eyes. "It's... a UV light. Why would they put that in here?" Marshall grabs Fionna's arm.

"We're getting out of here." He turns back they way they came, ducking from the light. He drags Fionna through door after door. Trying to find a way out.

After maybe an hour of walking in circles, Marshall Lee punches a wall, pissed off.

"What the fuck?" he yells. Marshall Lee throws his head back, groaning. "We've went down every hall, through every door. We even found the goddamned entrance and it just led to more fucking hallways!" Fionna touches his shoulder.

"Marshall, maybe we should go up those stairs..." They both turn to look at the grand staircase. They hadn't bothered going up it yet. Fionna grabs his hand and follows him up the steps. There was only one door at the top. Their eyes meet before Marshall Lee opens it. Inside was an office. A large desk chair was facing away from them behind a long table. The chair turns around, revealing a red haired vampire. Vivid yellow eyes stare at them.

"It's about time," he sighs, examining his watch. Marshall steps in front of Fionna. "We have business, my Lord." Fionna hears a growl in his chest.

"We don't have any business. You know I resigned from the throne when my mother died. I'm no longer your lord," Marshall Lee hisses.

"But, my Lord, you know it's against Nightosphere law to show affection to a human and not share her," the vampire frowns. Fionna tenses up against Marshall.

"I will kill you right here and now if you even try to make a move towards her," Marshall spits. "Go back to that fucking hell hole!" He roughly pushes her back against the wall behind them, glancing at her shortly. His eyes were pure black. Fionna examines the room. One table. One chair. Painting, painting, painting. On the wall she was leaning on was a shield and two swords. She couldn't tell if they were real or not. Fionna stands straight, trying to find out if she could reach them. 'Damnit!" she yells in her mind, finding out they were way too high. Sometimes she hated being short.

She looks back at the two vampires. The one with the red hair was standing now, his eyes black too. He was rolling up the sleeves off his white dress shirt. He shakes his head slightly.

"It'll be a shame to get blood on this shirt, but... I'll do what I have to do."

"The laws don't apply to me Lucas. I am not a citizen of that god forsaken place. I don't need to follow those idiotic rules." Marshall Lee sheds his jacket so he could move easier. Claws were forming at the tips of his fingers. Marshall twists his neck to the side, popping a few bones. The shadows around Fionna begin to crawl across the floor. She jumps as one slips under her feet, tickling her calves. Fionna looks up at the shield again. She reaches up. She jumps, unsuccessful again. "All you want is to slaughter her like you and your rebellion did a thousand years ago to the other humans!" 'He knows about humans?' Fionna wonders to herself. She pushes the thought away and returns to her quest for a sword.

Marshall Lee's hands were rising at his sides. The shadows were following, scaling the walls.

"Lucas, you know you shouldn't fight with the Vampire King," he sighs, still using his old title. Lucas charges at him. Marshall brings his arms down quickly. After that, the room was pitch black. Fionna jumps one more time, reaching the sword. She hits the floor in a battle stance. "Fionna! Run!"

"I'm not leaving you!" she yells back, trying to adjust to the darkness. She knew the table was only a few feet away. There were no windows, and the door sealed shut behind them.

"I can beat this weakling, just find a way out!" Marshall Lee orders her. Fionna nods. She runs forwards, leaping over what she thought was the table or could've been the two vampires on the floor fighting. She feels in front of her, just to be sure. Instead she finds the wall. It was wooden, and quite thin. Maybe she could bust through it. But she had no clue how big of a drop there would be.

"Fuck you, Marshall! You're just a kid! You can't beat me!" Lucas growls, tackling the younger vampire. "I am your superior!" Lucas's knees collides with Marshall's cheek, sending him flying to the left. He hits the wall, cracking the wood. Fionna turns to face the room, standing against the wall. She still couldn't see anything.

Lucas turns his head, pleased with the knocked out Marshall Lee. His eyes find the bewildered Fionna. Her head spins to each side, her hands grip the sword, which was real, and her heart races loudly. He could hear it. He could smell her human blood. It made his skin tingle. Marshall Lee grabs at his ankle as Lucas walks towards her, only to be kicked in the face.

"Damn you! Fionna, run, please!" he yells, trying to heal faster.

"I can't!" Fionna cries, backing into the wall. Lucas reaches out to touch her just as she swings her sword out of fright. It cuts a gash through his clean, white shirt. Black blood seeps through the fabric.

"You're gonna pay, you-" Fionna lunges forward, colliding with a hardened body. His arms push her back against the wall, knocking the wind out of her.

"M-Marshall Lee! Get up! C'mon!" she begs, gripping her sword. She gets up and runs forward again. Lucas' hands grip her shoulders and he forces her back again. They both fly through the wall, cracking the weakened wood. Fionna falls back, screaming. She grabs the only thing to grab, which was Lucas, but instantly pushes him away. Fionna hits the solid ground, showered with pieces of wood and UV light. Lucas stands up. His hands wipe off his clothes. Fionna had dropped her sword. She races to get it, ignoring the pain in her back and head. Lucas wasn't burning up. He wasn't being affected by the light. Marshall Lee couldn't help her, and she knew it. The red haired vampire gets to the sword before she does, picking it up. "Fuck you! Fuck you for hurting him!" she screams, getting up from the dirt. The Dark Forest loomed behind the two.

"Now, now. Calm down little hero. First, I'm going to have some fun with you, then, I'm going to kill you, little by little," he grins, showing off each and every one of his sharp teeth. Fionna bolts in the other direction, hoping to god Marshall Lee could make it through those lights. She runs as fast as her legs could take her. Her lungs were sore and each breath caused intense pain. Lucas was close behind. Fionna could almost feel his toxic breath on her neck. "Run, little piggy, run!" Did he just call her fat? Fionna glares, ignoring it. A clearing was close ahead. Fionna's hat snags on a branch, getting pulled off of her head. 'I won't let him catch me. Not here. Not ever,' she insists in her head. Not watching her feet, Fionna trips on a thick root and comes crashing down, tumbling into the clearing. Her ankle was badly sprained.

Luacs strolls to her, twirling the sword in his right hand. He grins at the weakened Fionna, knowing she couldn't run.

"I'm sick of your games, human. Maybe I should just kill you now, so your whole race is closer to being destroyed..." he whispers into her ear, leaning close. He was gripping the sword just above her stomach. Fionna glares and spits on his cheek.

"Fuck you," she hisses. Fionna could hear Marshall creaming her name, looking for her. She squeezing her eyes shut. Lucas brings the sword down into her flesh, twisting the blade and forcing it deep. Fionna inhales sharply at the sudden pain in her gut. She instinctively arches her back, only causing more damage.

"You'll be dead soon, dear. Don't worry," Lucas hums. When Fionna opened her eyes, he was gone. The sword protruded from her stomach. Marshall Lee's calls were getting louder, but she couldn't call back. She whimpers as her hands hover over her wound. Blood was gushing into her mouth. She coughs and chokes as it runs into her hair.

"Fionna!" Marshall Lee yells. Fionna could say anything but small whimpers. She whispers his name, even adding an "I love you", fearing she'd be gone before he could find her.

Marshall Lee stumbles through the Dark Forest. His hands tightly grip his ax bass.

"Fionna! Where are you?" he screams. His voice was getting hoarse and and his throat was sore. Blood from now healed wounds was drying on his clothes, which clung to his skin uncomfortably. His eyes find a piece of white fabric in the trees. He runs to it, finded Fionna's hat. "Shit," he mutters, stuffing it in his pocket. He keeps running, now following a path of disturbed dirt. Her scent was getting stronger and it was paired with blood. Lucas appears out of thin air in front of him. "I'm going to fucking kill you!" Marshall Lee leaps at the other vampire, slinging his ax bass through the air. Lucas dodges Marshall's swing. Marshall tackles him. His fingers wrap around the bastards neck. His digs his claws into Lucas' cold, pale skin. "Fight back, goddamnit!" Marshall hisses.

"Why... bother?" Lucas chokes out. "She's already... dead." Marshall's eyes turn black. He growls as he squeezes harder. Lucas was short of breath.

"Fuck you! Fuck you and everyone you rule!" he spits. His claws were deep in Lucas' skin. Marshall Lee punctures his jugular, releasing the black blood of an old vampire. "You're a sick, pathetic bastard! You had no right to take the throne after me!" Lucas' eyes roll back into his head as the life is drained from him. "You will rue the day you ever fucking decided to come back!" Marshall Lee grabs the sides of his head. Lucas wheezes for breath, too late though. Marshall twists with incredible force, snapping Lucas' neck, and ripping his head from his shoulders. Marshall pants, covered in the vile substance that was dripping from Lucas' now headless body. He throws the head away to the side, knowing he couldn't come back to life now. Marshall Lee stands, grabbing his bass and spitting on the body. "Fuck you," he mutters. His mind quickly returns to Fionna. He runs in the direction he was going. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Marshall stumbles into the clearing Fionna had fallen. The metallic smell of blood was strong. His eyes land on her body. Her lifeless body.

"No," he whispers. He drops his weapon and scrambles to her, falling to his knees. Blood soaks into his jeans as it gushes out of her. Her eyes were open. Her irises were pale and less blue. Her mouth hangs open, stained red with blood. Tears begin to roll down Marshall's cheeks as his nightmare comes true. His hands find her cheeks. "Fionna!" he sobs, shaking her body. "Fionna, please! Wake up!" His head lands on her chest, listening for a heartbeat. All he could hear was dreadful silence. "C'mon! You can't be dead! You can't!" he croaks, sobbing into her shirt. He wraps his arms around her shoulders, pulling her limp body up into him. He didn't care about the blood and dirt she was covered in. He inhales her scent deeply, wanted desperately for her to hug him back. His fingers fist her hair. "Please," he mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut and rocking on his knees.


"But not right now. I want to wait, for... the right time-"

"Wait, Fi, are you sure? I don't wanna... pressure you or anything..."

"I'm positive. I want this. I want to be with you. I just want to wait a little longer. Maybe till next year for my twenty first birthday... Or some other time. I don't know."

"You tell me when, and I'll do it. I won't do anything without your permission, okay?"


The vampire's eyes shoot open, blood red. 'The right time,' he remembers. He lays Fionna's body down, incredibly gentle about it. She did want it. But at the right time.

"This is the right time, okay?" Marshall Lee says, knowing she wouldn't respond. "Please, don't hate me if you wake up..." He leans in close, letting go of a breath he had been holding. "I love you," he whispers. He kisses her lips, salty with blood. Marshall Lee's mouth goes to her neck. He could feel her jugular under her soft skin. He kisses the spot he would bite gently, lingering for a moment. Marshall Lee inhales sharply and lunges in, sinking his fangs into her milky flesh. He takes in her blood, which was difficult since her heart isn't pumping it through her. All he had to do was let go, and she could be alive. But he could let go. Some force was keeping him latched onto her neck, sucking the last bit of life she could have away. If he took it all she'd be dead. He couldn't stop himself. It tasted so amazing, so perfect, so sweet. Marshall Lee was lost in the long missed metal taste of... blood.

He stumbles back, wiping his mouth and forcing himself away. What had gotten into him? His breathing was hard and fast.

"Fuck," he mutters. Marshall Lee watches her body. "Please, please, please work."