Water was just beginning to simmer in the pot sitting on the stove as Finn sat at the nearby counter, peeling apples. It was late evening, around the time when he would normally be making dinner, but he had no intention of doing so. He was simply preparing some food, applesauce to be precise, that could be easily served for the next few days.

He had not bothered to prepare a real meal because he had not seen his mistress all day. She hadn't appeared for lunch, and as far as he knew she hadn't even left her room all day. He could tell she was there, however, as he had heard her stomping about at random intervals throughout the day. He had briefly considered attempting to check on her, but when he went to her door earlier he could hear her pacing about the room, muttering to herself in a rather angry tone. Whatever was bothering her, he figured it would be best if he didn't disturb her.

So he had busied himself with basic tasks, cleaning mostly, had read, sat by the pond and even watched some television, which he seldom did. It had been an incredibly boring day, but he couldn't help but feel a little worried. It didn't seem like Marceline was in some extreme distress, but she'd never acted like this before. True, there was the occasional day when he wouldn't hear from her at all, but that usually meant she had been totally passed out in her room for one reason or another, most often due to an over imbibement of alcohol.

So Finn contented himself to keep busy while she dealt with whatever she had to. He was beginning to think that may take a while as he started to hear muffled screams coming from the floor above him. They were loud enough to make him aware, but not clear enough to understand.


"What do you mean you can't get any?!" Marceline screamed into her phone. The voice on the other line spoke in a measured, if not annoyed tone. "I'm sorry Marceline, but for reasons I'd rather not discuss I haven't been able to get to my supply."

"Well what do you expect me to do? I'm freaking out over here Pepper!" Marceline's voice was saturated with agitation, yet pertaining a subtle hint of fear, like an addict suffering withdrawal. Pepper was responding as best he could to keep her calm. "Please just calm yourself. I won't be able to get any demon blood for a while, I don't know how long. Give me just two or three days and I'll get something to tide you over for a short while. I'll keep you supplied at a fair discount until I can get my supply back."

Marceline, however, was not hearing any of it, suffering as she was from blood starvation. "Look Pep, I NEED something fast or I'm going to completely flip my lid." She was breathing heavily into the phone, which was beginning to disturb Pepper.

"Look, I'm doing the best I can. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for a person of my position to obtain blood of any kind? It's not something I can afford to be caught moving. You're just going to have to grind it out for a few days." Pepper did not care to hear whatever desperate retort Marceline would throw at him, and promptly cut the call.

"Pepper? Pepper?! Aghh, DAMN." Marceline screeched and slammed the phone down on the receiver. Her strength had become uncontrollable in her frenzy and she completely annihilated the phone. "Oh for… ughhh."

Marceline was trembling. Her skin began to itch and she was constantly rubbing her forearms. She began to pace her room yet again, desperately trying to think of something she could do to alleviate her hunger.

It suddenly occurred to her that she had a source of fresh blood in her very home. Of course, her Finn. She couldn't help but think how easily his soft, thin skin would yield to her fangs, how his warm, rich blood would smoothly flow from his veins into her mouth, or how his rare human blood would completely overshadow the flavors she had grown so accustomed to.

At the thought that she had such a lovely meal awaiting her right downstairs, her mouth began to water, her teeth began to elongate and her eyes were dilating. Just as she was reaching for the door she stopped and drew her hand back, harshly grasping her own wrist. A look of horrendous realization came over her face, 'What am I thinking!? I can't feed on Finn. No matter how… easy it would be, or… how good he would taste, or… NO!'

She just needed to clear her mind a bit. Sitting by the pond always seemed to help in that respect. Even though her better judgment would have her quarantine herself in her room until Pepper delivered a sample, she nevertheless opened her door and began a trek downstairs.


Finn had just set the apples to boil and was exiting the kitchen when he saw Marceline coming down the stairs. He couldn't help but blush when he got a look at the way she was dressed. A single white tank top covered her torso, mostly, but did nothing to conceal the swell of her breasts. Below those she wore a pair of very short shorts that exposed the majority of her long and slender legs.

Her hair hung in wild curls and waves, a product of her not having tended to it all day, yet only served to give her a sort of animalistic appeal. Her face appeared no less wild. Her eyes were huge, and were a fascinating mixture of her usual purple coloration and a slight reddish tint creeping in at the edges. Finn could even swear her teeth were poking farther out of her mouth than usual.

Finn felt very embarrassed at the moment. He had long since decided he had nothing to fear from his Mistress, but as of late he had begun to feel somewhat… uneasy around her. He didn't really understand what was happening.

He had begun to notice her physical appearance far more often, being prone to stare at her whenever he thought she wouldn't notice. His heart rate would quicken and his body would heat up whenever they made physical contact.

But the worst was when she kissed him, something she had been doing increasingly often. It was never more than a harmless press of the lips against his forehead or cheek; but whenever she did this his breathing intensified and his mind went numb. He'd feel this strange pulling at his chest that he couldn't explain. It wasn't painful, it just made his heart feel… tight, and warm. Seeing her as she was now, Finn couldn't help but go stupid.

Marceline finally came down to the ground floor as Finn just stood there, looking at her. His face was red for whatever reason, immediately bringing back to her mind all the rich blood circling just beneath his dermis.

She had planned to go out to clear her mind, but didn't anticipate actually coming across Finn, who served as a very physical reminder of her growing hunger. Her fingers twitched in his direction, just barely being restrained from reaching out and grabbing Finn. She breathed in deeply through her hypersensitive nose, Finn's natural scent filling her nostrils. She could almost taste him from here.

She mustered the last amount of self-restraint she had and quickly moved past Finn towards the front door. As she brushed past him, Finn was shaken out of his daze and became far more aware of the continued strange behavior his mistress was portraying. He couldn't simply wait by any longer, he had to see if he could help at all.

Just as Marceline had grabbed the door knob Finn called out from behind her, "Mistress?" She stopped in her tracks, but didn't answer him. Finn began to cautiously approach her, "Please… I know something's been wrong today, and I just… if there's anything I can do, I'll help."

Marceline was twitching, 'Damnit Finn.' She was barely able to keep herself from tearing into Finn, yet he had to keep making his presence known. "Finn… you really shouldn't be… around me right now." Marceline gulped loudly. "I'm, not… in my right mind… I haven't had my blood and I can't get any. If you… continue to distract me… when I'm like this, I could end up hurting you."

Finn was beginning to understand. She had previously explained how she tended to get… insane, when she went without blood for too long. Finn should have just left her alone until she had settled herself. He should have realized she could easily kill him with a frenzied feeding, taking his blood until he had too little to continue his life functions. Instead, he pressed the issue in a way that would change the course of their relationship permanently.

"Mistress," Finn took an extended pause, unsure if this was a good idea. But his devotion to his mistress was far greater than any fear he could feel, and he pressed on with his suggestion. "You could always… take my blood."

That was what sent Marceline over the edge. He had just offered himself, his own blood, directly to her. There was no way she couldn't act on her drive now, but she had enough presence of mind to continue the illusion of dissuading him, or perhaps it was closer to muscle memory.

"That… is a… really… bad idea." Despite what she said, she still turned around and took a step towards Finn. "This is dangerous… I could go out of control." She grabbed Finn by the arm and he did not recoil, only continued to stare into her eyes, crimson slowly encroaching on purple. "We'll both regret this." She led Finn, who dutifully followed, back down the hall and into the lounge.

She had Finn sit on the couch facing her. "Take off your shirt." She said in a very low tone. Finn reached up to first unclasp his cloak, letting it fall on the couch behind him. He then slid his dark blue t-shirt over his head and laid it atop his cloak.

'No turning back now.' Marceline thought as she straddled Finn on the couch. Although he had been growing steadily since she first obtained him, he was still rather short, the top of his head coming about to the base of Marceline's neck.

Finn's face was glowing red. When offered himself to his mistress he certainly didn't think they'd be placed in such an awkward position. As Marceline reached out to grab at his naked torso his pulse skyrocketed. But despite his extreme embarrassment he couldn't break eye contact with Marceline.

Marceline too was appraising Finn. Despite all his growth he still appeared so delicately. She moved her right hand behind his back, drawing his body into her own. She ran her left hand through his thick hair to gently grab the back of his head. His hair was incredibly soft, perhaps as soft as her own impressive mane, and now hung just below his shoulders.

Then she saw the collar. That was it, this was her reminder that Finn belonged to her, that his life and body were forfeit, that she had the right to do with him whatever she pleased. It was only natural that he be expected to perform this task for her as well. This was her right.

She moved her hand closer towards the top of Finns head, taking hold of his flowing locks and gripping tightly, yet gently. She pulled his head to her left, forcing him to bend and exposing her entry point.

Marceline moved her face close to the swell of his shoulder and inhaled deeply. Her mouth opened in preparation, Finn could feel her salivating on him. Her canines were elongated and curved, designed to pierce deeply into prey and letting the blood flow so she could suck it up. She finally put all hesitance beside her and bit deeply into Finn, right between the shoulder and collar, just at the curve.

Finn lost his breath, and let out a silent scream for just a moment before realization set in. The initial intrusion brought an extremely sharp pain that Finn had not been prepared for. But that lasted only a second before a feeling of intense euphoria started spreading from the bite area to the rest of his body, flooding his mind with a pleasure he had never known before.

Finn did not understand the sensations coursing through his body right now, but Marceline was well aware of the processes at work. In truth, there were two ways a vampire could feed. They could over power their prey, damaging them so intensely they couldn't resist and then begin feeding. A normal vampire bite was an extremely painful affair, like having knives driven into the body that always seemed to dig in right on a nerve.

But vampires also had the ability to release a certain drug into their saliva at will when feeding. The saliva would act as a powerful opiate, completely numbing the pain and replacing it with feelings of intense physical pleasure. It was this toxin she released into Finn that sent him into his current state.

Marceline removed her teeth from his flesh, but kept her mouth sealed over the bite wounds, lapping at the blood that flowed freely from the openings. Marceline couldn't believe the flavor that washed over her pallet. His blood, human blood, was unlike anything she had for the last few centuries. She couldn't help herself and greedily fed from Finn's life.

Finn was powerless to do anything to stop Marceline, not that he could ever consider doing that. His body twitched periodically, but was held steady, pressed against Marceline's form. He couldn't speak while his mind was being assaulted by these sensations, only letting out small squeaks and other nonsensical noises he couldn't control. His head was beginning to feel very light.

As Marceline took in the blood of her slave her mind began to clear. With her hunger dying down she started to think more clearly. She finally realized that she had taken a great amount of blood from Finn, and was still drawing from him. She immediately pulled her mouth away from Finn, but kept him pressed close to her. As his wounds were exposed to open air the saliva reacted, closing them almost immediately to keep him from bleeding out.

Marceline's breathing was slowing to normal as she came down from her high. She looked at Finn's face, trying to catch his eyes, but he appeared to be totally out of it. It took a few more minutes for the feelings to leave his mind enough to realize Marceline had stopped. He rolled his eyes to catch hers, and barely lifted his head up through no small effort.

The two simply sat looking at each other, Finn's head rolling from side to side. He finally found the presence of mind to offer her a smile, and weakly uttered, "thank…" Finn's eyes then shut and he fell forward onto Marceline.

Marceline was momentarily worried she had overdone it, but a grasp of his wrist revealed he still had a pulse going, though noticeably slow. Now that she knew Finn's life was not endangered, Marceline let out a long satisfied moan.

'Wow, I never would have guessed I had such a gold mine right in front of me. That was ten times better than demon. I guess I'll have to see how long it'll last though. It's not like I'll be able to do this every week.'

Marceline was then aware of Finn's light breathing ghosting across her neck. It occurred to her just how deeply his devotion for her ran. That he was willing to put his life in serious danger, willing to let her feed from his very essence, either proved how extensively he cared about her or how severely damaged his psyche was. She decided on a mixture of both, leaning more towards the former reason.

It occurred to her she should probably take him to his bed, he had certainly earned his rest. But she realized that she had grown quite comfortable as she was, sitting in Finn's lap with him lightly snoozing against her. It was still quite early for her, but she didn't really want to spoil this moment.

'I must be out of my mind.' She didn't know what was driving her to act this way, but she was rather reluctant to remove Finn from her. Instead, she repositioned herself to make them both more comfortable, first switching around to sit beside him, then turning them both so that she was laying down with her head on the armrest. She held Finn against her, his head cushioned on her breasts, her arms wrapped tight around his torso.

She hadn't felt tired, but laying there like that began to relax her to surprising degree. She was hardly aware of her eyes drifting shut. Eventually her senses began to shut off, she lost track of Finn's light snoozing, and sweet slumber took hold of her.