Cheyenne Prybylinski
Fan Fiction: Adventure Time with Fionna and Cake 10
Ok, this is how it's going to work for the rest of the school year probably. I will update every weekend, but I don't know which day. Could be Sunday, could be Friday, IDK, but you can count on me updating every weekend. So, this chapter… is the one to start it all. This is the turning point, and after these next few chapter's, some of you will probably want to kill me. I'm not gonna lie, I would kill me too, but this story is more than just one of love Read on… if you dare…
Chapter 13
His eye's followed the Vampire King and the Human as they stood up from the bed and flashed past the window. He watched carefully, not breathing, as they reappeared through the window in the lower level of the Tree Fort.
He zoomed in on their hands held in each other grasp. He laughed, a menacing dark sound. "Perfect," he purred, "The time is near. The time for battle, for killing. The time of peace is over. The rein of a new king is to start soon."
He squint his eyes as the vampire known as Marshall Lee, taking in how he looked, how he walked, even his thoughts. A wave of love for the human girl swept through his and he had to pull away. But he had seen enough to know that the vampire boy was now a prisoner of the human Fionna.
He turned after watching the worms eat their meal, walking silently down the same forest path he had walked to get there. The only difference was that the life along it had withered and died. The tree's had lost their green and their leaves. Some were even already rotting as he walked past.
The grass that had lived thriving on the edges of the path looked as if they had been burned. Even the animals hadn't stood a chance, for he let nothing escape that knew of his presence. He kicked the dead body of a rabbit out of his way.
Before he disappeared completely though, he touched a rotting tree. It instantly shrieked, as its soul was boiled and destroyed. The tree's now hollow body beheld the Mark.
"Tomorrow, their world will fall apart. And I will claim the Nightosphere as my own." He clenched his boney hand, "And then, I will destroy Aaa." Into the shadows the stranger disappeared, the only animal that had seen the wretched thing dead.
Prince Gumball took a deep breath, and let the fresh wind blow slightly around him. The day had been young, the sun had been shinning, and the pearl pigmy skulls weren't going to find themselves.
He had spent the last few hours searching, and had found about a half dozen. It was enough so that he could wander for a while before having to go back to the castle. Lord Monochromicorn stood a few feet away, packing away the pink hued skulls.
Gumball closed his eyes, enjoying the peace and quiet of the small field of flowers he was in. The fragrance was lovely this time of year. But, just when he got into his meditation trance, a small sound caught his attention. It was a hum. Or, rather, just a vibration. Gumball shrugged it off, and clearing his mind once again, he tried to concentrate on the fields various sounds, feels, and smells.
But as time passed, the humming turned to pounding, and the pounding turned to roaring, and then, just as suddenly as it had started it stopped. Gumball relaxed slightly, only to cry out in shock when everything turned cold and a very evil looking Lich appeared in his mind.
Gumball tried to open his eyes, but could not. The image started to move in his mind's eye, first staring at him, and then looking off into the distance. Gumball, through the spells the Lich was constantly chanting, heard a name. "Fionna."
He instantly snapped to attention, and as if he had tunnel vision, Fionna and Cake's house popped up. Then, in a blur of colors and sounds, Gumball watched helplessly as the Lich brandished his hand on a tree. He saw burned grass and dead animals.
He screamed and shivered as the Lich reached out and grasped his wrist. He came within an inch of his face, his foul breath coming off as puffs of smoke. "In three days I will end this world," the Lich said, his eye holes staring blankly at the Prince, "You have three days to live before I kill you and all of Aaa. Three days."
His words echoed of the walls of Gumballs mind, reverting them, mixing them until all he heard was, "three days to die." Gumball grunted, pulling at the Lich's grasp, "What do you mean three days?! Where's Fionna! What are you planning on doing?!"
The Lich but lifted a finger and the world went silent. He slowly raised the hand to his mouth, and with a chilling rasping voice he said, "Shhhhhhhhh…"
Everything seemed to implode in on itself and Gumball found his being swirled down a black hole on its way to nowhere. Prince Gumball awoke to hear his own self yelling, screaming no. Lord Monochromicorn, who stood above him, reared up, startled by the Princes outburst.
Gumball sat up, flowers waving in the wind around him, as he gasped for air he did not need. A thin film of sweat covered him, and he could not for the life of him stop his shivering. Lord Mono. pawed at the ground.
"Gumball… your arms," was its translation. Gumball looked down to see that the fresh bandages were now stained with pink blood. I must have reopened my wounds from all my flailing around, he thought. But that wasn't what had caught his attention.
Around his right wrist was a ring of burned flesh. His bubble-gummy meat was charred and still boiling from his encounter. It was then that Gumball realized with growing horror that the vision he had just had had been one of great importance and great danger. It had been real. Very real.
"Lord, I need you to take me somewhere." Gumball said still staring at his wound. "But we need to get help for our arms Gumball!" he stomped and scratched. "You'll end up losing too much blood, or worse, you'll-"
"I know all about the risks, LM! I just need you to take me to a place very important. Now." Gumball finally tore his eyes away from his arm to the eyes of his companion. The black monochromicorn stepped away, but then walked up to Gumball and lowered his head.
"This had better have a good reason," he signed. Gumball frowned, and standing up, he climbed onto Lords back. "By all means, if we find what I think we'll find, it will be in no way good."
Gumball barely kept himself from falling off of Lord Monochromicorn when the two came to a halting stop. LM looked back at him, squinting his eyes. Gumball shook his head, trying to rid himself of the dizzying feeling he was experiencing.
"I'm fine Lord. Don't worry, it'll only take a second." He glanced over to his left, Fionna and Cakes Tree House just barely visible. He looked to his right. Green was what met his searching eyes. A forest.
And then with a chill he recognized the dull brown of a dirt path. This is the place where my vision was. Where is the tree? Must find the tree. Gumball gently slid off Lord Monochromicorn's back and advanced to the path.
He glanced up and down, the dirt not taking on the look of anything suspicious. He looked left, where the path lead and ended into the grasslands. Nothing. He looked right, and gasped.
Burned grass, black, melting tree's, and the dead bodies of animals littered the forest floor. Gumball took a deep breath, glancing around for any sign of the Lich. There was nothing, not even the small scuttling feet of animals.
LM came up behind the Prince and took a look for himself. His eyes grew to the size of frisbees as he examined the extent of the damage. He scratched his foot in the dirt, and Gumball looked down to see a large question mark with several exclamation marks making a tail behind it.
Gumball looked back up at the horror. "I'll let you know in a minute," he said as he walked forward. Lord reached out and grabbed his shirt in his teeth, trying to pull Gumball back. The Prince pulled his sleeve out of the monochromicorn's mouth, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Just wait here. I'll be back in a moment."
He left his friend watching his every move down the path. Gumball swept his head side to side, and with every turn, he found more destruction. And then, he saw it. He stopped dead in his tracks, his hands clenching into fists.
On a tree no more than two yards away was the Mark. A circle with a twisted looking S going through the middle like lightning. On either half of the circle where words of an ancient dialect, swirling and crossing in some places.
Gumball had only read about the Mark in dark magic books from before the creation of Aaa. In one particular book, it had told the history of the mark, and what it read. The very book he had in his library.
Gumball all of a sudden was hit with a wave of nausea. He leaned over, putting his hands on his knee's to keep himself steady as the world swirled around him.
Lost too much blood, can't stay conscious any longer… he thought frantically. He turned, intending to walk back to LM, to tell him everything, but the ground titled, and he fell, his face being the first to make contact with the hard packed earth.
"Lord… get Fionna and Marshall… tell them…" he struggled with the words, feeling his eyes swell shut with tiredness and blood loss. The last thing he saw was his friend's worried face hanging over his.
Fionna whirled around, wooden sword cutting through the air, missing its intended target by an inch. A shadow fell across her as Marshall Lee flew above her, his sunhat slightly askew on his head. "Come on Fionna. You could at least try harder."
Fionna growled and swung around again, missing the quick vampire by a millimeter. "Fifi, honey, this is battle practice and you're sucking. Give me your grrrrrr face!" He showed his teeth and flashed her his demon eyes.
"Grrrrrrr!" She growled loudly as she brought her practice sword up and caught a surprised Marshall in the jaw. She stepped forward, in a better fighting stance, and brought the handle of it down on his head. He hissed and fell to the ground, rubbing the lump that had appeared on his scalp.
She laughed, swinging the sword easily up to balance on her shoulder, "Who sucks now Vampire King?" Marshall pursed his lips, "You." Fionna blew her hair out of her eyes, "Whatever dude," she reached down to help him up, "I totally got yoooouuuuuuu!"
Marshall grasped her hand in his and pulled down forcefully. She landed on top of him, her bunny hat becoming jostled, spilling her long golden hair around the two. She was sitting on her knee's, hands on either side of him. Marshall raised an eyebrow at her, a knowing smirk on his lips.
"Yeah, you totally got me Fi. Happy?" he asked. Fionna, who had blushed darker than any apple Marshall had ever seen, smiled, "No." She leaned down from her crawl position and kissed Marshall, who grabbed her and pulled her closer.
They pulled apart, "But I am now." Marshall smiled and tilted his head, lazily twilling stray strands of sunshine around his fingers. Fionna puller her hair from him and tucked it all back underneath her hat.
Marshall pulled the sunhat protectively over his face as the sun once again fell down on him. He hissed when he felt a slight burning sensation on his arm. Looking down, he saw that his gloves had slipped down some, exposing a tiny spot on his arm.
He pulled it up, rubbing the tiny pink spot that had developed. Fionna stared at it, "When I'm turned into a vampire, will the sun hurt me too?" Marshall looked up surprised and a little upset looking. "Since when were you ever going to be a vampire?!" he practically shouted.
Fionna took a step back, alarm spreading across her face, "I mean, I just thought that, you know, if we're going to be together, then you should turn me…" Marshall glared at her, "Fionna, I'm not turning you into something that terrible. Being a vampire… it's not fun."
He shook his head, "No." Fionna wrapped her arms around herself, "But, I thought you wanted to be with me forever…" Marshall helplessly watched as Fionna's eyes began to water. He face palmed himself, rushing over to her.
"Fi, don't cry, please. I didn't mean to shout, I just don't want to-,"
"Don't want to what?" she said angrily, "You said you loved me, you said you'd do anything for me. But what happens when years pass and I get older? Older than you even? What will happen to us then Marshall?"
Marshall wrapped his arms around her, "Baby, I don't want to think that far ahead. I'm more concerned about the here and the now. What we are now. What you're talking about is the future. But we live in the present."
He squeezed her tighter, feeling her start to shake. "Fionna, I love you. But what you're asking me to do… is to kill you." Fionna then pushed away, running to the Tree House door. "Fionna, wait! Stop, just let's talk!" Marshall flew after her.
She slammed the door before he could stop her, and she stood with her back to the door. "Fionna, open the door! FI!" he pounded on the door, looking in through the small window in the top.
"Go home Marshall! I don't wanna talk anymore, just, go home!" she sobbed, sliding down the door to sit on the floor of the treasure room.
"Fionna, please open the do-"
"Go HOME!" she said, tears blurring her vision.
"Not until we talk. Please, don't do this, just open the door, tell me what's wrong."
Fionna covered her face with her hands. Didn't he get it? He had just denounced her, had just made her feel like he didn't love her. He had refused to turn her, and she didn't even want it now.
She had always hoped that in the future, she would become a vampire so that she and Marshall could be together forever, through all eternity. She was going to suggest being turned on her eighteenth birthday, even though it seemed like a lifetime away, but now those dreams were crushed.
Why didn't he want her to be a vampire? Yeah, it would be scary and hard to learn the ropes, but she'd lean to stay out of the sunlight, and she'd learn to like the color red. She'd enjoy flying alongside him, and she wouldn't even mind scaring people.
She would finally be able to go to the Nightosphere, and hold her own. And best of all, she would be with him. There wasn't anything she'd taken under consideration that she knew would keep her from enjoying being a vamp.
But obviously Marshall had other plans. Did he really love her? Or was she just another girl to him, one that would eventually fade and not look as good, which he could dump easily. Fionna tried pushing these unbearable thoughts out of her head, but her insecurity kept them chained to the wall of her mind.
Fionna looked up to see a wide eyed Cake looking down at her, "Baby, what's wrong? Where's Marshall? Are you crying!" She started to climb down the ladder. "No, just, leave me alone," Fionna said not wanting Cake to see her so upset.
Cake stopped, looking sadly at the girl, "Honey, if you need to talk…" Fionna nodded her head, knowing that her sister would always be there for her. Cake cast one last look at Fionna before once again disappearing through the small doorway.
Fionna sighed. Why am I being so paranoid about this? Of course Marshall loves me, and I love him.
But, what if he just loves you for now? A voice questioned.
No, he'll love me forever.
Yeah, so, when does forever start, cause' at this point, you'll be together until you die. Do you really want to be a burden on Marshall? I mean, he's stuck at 18, but you, you can live to be 80 or something. How many 18 year olds do you see with 80 year old grandmas, huh?
Fionna lowered her head, feeling worse than before. She looked behind her at the door. Standing, she looked outside through the window. At first she didn't see anyone, and was afraid that Marshall really had gone home, but looking to the side she saw that he was sitting on the ground, his arms crossed and a sad look on his face.
He immediately looked to Fionna when she opened the door and came out of the house. "Fi," he said jumping up. "I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry I upset you, but you have to understand, I-"
Fionna walked forward and hugged him strongly, cutting off his sentence. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, and breathed in his familiar and comforting scent. She never wanted him to leave, had just been angry at the time. She never wanted to fight with him again, and although she knew she probably shouldn't, she needed to get the whole thing off her chest.
"Marshall, do you love me?" she asked staring into his eyes, wanting an honest answer. Marshall's gaze softened, and he took Fionna's hand in his, holding it close to his chest, "Are you that insecure Fi? How many times do I have to tell you, yes, I love you with all my soul."
Fionna looked down at the ground, "But what about when I get all old and stuff… if you don't turn me, I'll just get older and older until, one day, I'll…" Marshall closed his eyes and shook his head, "Don't you dare finish that sentence. I don't want to even think about that."
"Then promise," Fionna said looking up at him with blue eyes, "Promise you'll turn me when I'm eighteen, so we can be together," she stepped closer, laying her head on his chest, "forever."
Marshall rubbed Fionna's back, and took a deep breath. "Fi, I can't promise you, not now anyways. Just let me think about it, just let me think…" He tipped his head down, his eyes being covered by his long black hair.
Fionna uncovered them, tucking his hair behind his ear. He looked sadly at her, something stirring in his eyes. He tried to smile, to cheer Fionna up, but failed to even lift the corners of his mouth. Fionna laid a hand on his cheek, concerned that she might have pushed him to his end.
"Marshall, what is so terrible about being turned into a vampire? Tell me why you freaked and refused." Marshall let out a puff of air, and reaching up a hand he gently caressed Fionna's cheek with the back of it.
"I've watched so many people I loved die. Some of them relatives, but most very close friends. I don't want to lose you. If I do, then I might as well dig my grave right now. It would break my heart, and I've had it broken too many times to withstand another heavy blow."
"Marshall," Fionna whispered, weeping for the boy she had grown so close to. She really hadn't thought about what it felt like to have the people you love die, while you continued alone in life.
Marshall took a breath, "If you become a vampire, then everyone you love will only last but so long. Cake won't live forever. Neither will Gumball, and the other Princes in the land of Aaa with eventually die."
"I hate seeing you in pain, and I feel like if I turn you, I'll be causing you even more pain by making you endure those heart wrenching goodbyes to your friends and family." He searched Fionna's face, his own looking tormented.
"On top of that, turning someone is extremely dangerous. Something could go terribly wrong, you could die." He shivered his eyes growing big, "And I would have only myself to blame. Fionna, I couldn't live with myself knowing that I had killed you, that I had hurt you."
He closed his eyes, and a single tear ran out of the corner of his eye. Fionna shook her head, her own eyes feeling misty again. Marshall never cried. Never ever cried, never. She reached up and wiped the thing away, warming his skin with her soft small hand, "Please don't cry, Marsh, don't cry."
He opened his eyes and looked at the distraught adventuress. That had been the only tear he had shed, but Fionna saw that on the inside he was sobbing from the thought of losing her.
"If I turn you, there's a chance that I could lose you." Fionna looked at him, the afternoon sun blocked out by Marshall's figure. "And if you don't, you will lose me. If not now, then in time."
Marshall leaned down and kissed Fionna, putting as much of his feelings for her as he could into it. Fionna felt the love, knew that he loved her. She knew that one way or another, they would be together forever, for love this strong could never be broken.
If only the two lovers had known that they didn't have that much time left. If only they had known what the next day held, they would have lived life to the fullest, would have held each other in their arms and loved each other until they had no more love to give.
But life is funny that way. You don't see it coming until reality hits you, like a ton a bricks. And then, your world is torn apart.
Yep, that there my friends is foreshadowing, and not very good future readings at that. Everything is about to explode. Even though I might say it isn't true, I will be enjoying myself with the next part of An Unexpected Romance, and to put things bluntly, everything is about to go to hell in a hand basket :)
Ok, I wanted to approach the turning idea, and explain, through the characters, what I think it would be like. Sorry if you didn't like it cause it was too dramatic, but how do you think he would react?! "Oh, wow, you want me to bite your neck and turn you into a vampire without even thinking about it? Ai't…" NO! I think he wouldn't want that to happen to Fionna like it had with him.
Please review this chapter, tell me how awesome/how sucky this was (it's yo opinion), and also, PHEOBE! You are da bomba! That chick is awesome, and any other Fiolee-er that has reviewed my story, you rock ^.^ Just wanna say that you guys are da best, and live long and prosper! Hahaha! Be on da look out for chapter 14 :)
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