The whisps of mist continued to roll into his mouth,the taste of his own blood mixing with the taste of gum. The blades of mercy fell from his limp hands, the clattering sound of metal on cement ranged loudly in the deathly still lab. Nobody moved, nobody acted. Everyone was frozen, a nervous energy filled the air, the weight of what they witnessed enough to keep them shocked and anchored to the ground.

Princess Bubblegum finally fell as her legs gave out, shock and pain bringing her down onto her knees. The whispes finally ceased leaving the wounds, the last bit making it's way into Finn's mouth, the taste overwhelming him. Quick flashes of random information popped into his head, all of it he knew was from the princess in front of him. He saw incomplete and chopped up equations and formulas, bickering and laughing with Marcilen, the reason why she attempted to shoot him. Finn blanched, his pale skin becoming even whiter as another memory blindsided him, why the labs were down here in the first place.

"Damn" Finn lamented, the silent lab booming his quite voice. His heart began to plummet into the depths of darkness and despair, cursing as it fell deeper and deeper into that pitch black abyse. The blades faded away from his weak hands, blue mist dispercing, floating like motes of dust to the messy ground.

"this can't be happening again. Is there still time..." Finn trailed off.

As if a spell unbroken by Finn's words, Isabella snapped out of her shock, the spear morphing with green magic back into a seed once more as she knelt next to the wounded princess, dwindled bottle of healing tears already streaming into the first wound. Bubblegum let out a sigh of relief as the first hole began to regenerate as Isabella continued to pour. Princess Bubblegum, no longer burdened by pain and overcoming the sudden shock, began to surveyed the trashed room while Huntress tended to her wounds and Jake supported her.

Movement cought her roaming eye. Marcilen began to stir and rise from the ground and Pepermint Buttler's eyes began to flutter. A pained scrowl was on Marcilen's lips, teeth coming to bare at Finn's exposed back when she saw Bubblegum's wounds. Her Eyes drew Bubblegum's attention, causing a sudden irrational fear, bypassing all logic and reasoning. Marcilen's eyes were full of primal rage, a dark purplish, reddish tint overshadowing already dark eyes. She began to float in the air, her scrowl morphing to a snarl, her fangs extending slightly as her breathing became heavier.

"Look out!" Jake warned.

Finn Whipped around to face Marcilen, quickly bringing up his hands as she slammed him against a wall. The impact took his breath away, stars filled his vision as his head throbed like a strucked bell. His body, conditioned from the unrelenting battles from the hell that was Yharnam, reacted before consious thought was made. He was struggling to keep the beserk vampire Queen at bay with his forearms across her chest, the only thing keeping them seperated but it wouldn't last. Her hands tightly gripped his shoulders, trying to expose more of his neck as sharp talons dug deeper and deeper into bare skin as she fought to pushed him down in her primal rage. Finn took a gamble when his vision cleared up to see white pearly fangs reach for him, striking out with his left hand, grabbing at her lower jaw and pushed away as much as he could in his worsening perdicament.

Their eyes truely locked in onto each other.

Finn never saw the typical madness nor feral hunger that blood starved beasts held in their eyes, only the laser focus brought upon from single minded rage. She was still unchanged by that damned blood in her neck but lost to a berserker rage. It wouldn't take much to end her... her body is wide open and exposed to retaliation, pierce her cheeks with beastialy claws and rip it off.

Why weren't the others jumping in!? Was everything moving to fast for them?!

Marcilen started to jerk her head this way and that, her nails digging deeper into shoulder. Finn still kept his hold, resisting the urge to let his beastial claws rip off her jaw as he felt his nails begining to sharpen on their own.

Gods beyond, he never learns doesn't he.

Each erretic jerk, each shake weakened Finn's grip upon her small human jaw, his hold beginning to slip as his claws scrapped her cheeks, his instinct to survive and desire to not maim his friend weakening his resolve. The struggle felt like hours to Finn, trapped and pushed further into the awkward postion, Marcilen floating above him, gaining more and more leverage as his feet began to slide. He dug his toes into the floor to try to stop his descent. She whipped and turned her head quicker now, her eyes gleaming like a wolf about to kill. The stalemate broke when she let go of his shoulder to swat Finn's hold on her face, tightly grabbing his wrist and ignoring the sting from his claws as they slid down her face.

Finn did what needed to be done to stay alive, to stop those hungering fangs from ripping out his throat.

He rammed his free forearm into her wide mouth, pushing her head back sharply as her eyes lit up with surprise. He felt the sharp teeth and long fangs of the vampire part his scared and calloused hide like wet tissue, piercing deeply into his forearm as he rammed his forearm further into her wanting mouth. He roared in pain and anger as Marcilen's fangs scraped bone, the tips of her vamperic fangs piercing the bone as he continued to push, the wall becoming a support more than a hinderance. He watched as his white blood gushed and splurt, watched as the Vampire queen begin to gag and choke from the unexpected amount of blood flooding her mouth and throat. As soon as her jaws clamped upon his arm, something changed in the Vampire queen's eyes. A sudden glow vanished as quick as it appeared in her eyes.

She quickly flew back, her clamped jaws taking a mouth full of flesh and muscle with her as white blood continued to flood her mouth. She was quick to spit out the flesh quickly onto the floor, gagging and retching as she fell on hand hands and knees. She retched violenly, glowing pale blood mixed with purple flew from her mouth, the stench something awful, rotten. Her bite mark expelled the jelly like blood from before, Finn's glowing white blood fallowed, pushing it out from within. Her hold body violently shaked as she expelled even more bile, white giving to red. Her panicked eyes sqeezed shut, her body damp from sweat, her body shuddering as the tornmenting eviction of blood and red left her body, getting lungfuls of air whenever she could.

Finn slid down the wall, his heart hammering and adrenailn numbing the pain of his torn up arm. A large bite sized chunk of arm was gone, the exposed muscle alien to Finn. His exposed bone showed where the fangs pierced and dragged leaving an etched line. Muscle and nerves were exposed and sensitve to the outside world, his hand nearly unresponsive, thumb and middle finger only able to twitch. He was now handicapped, his left hand as useful as a maniquen in a fight. The most it could do now was weakly slap and flail.

It proved his point when Jake and Isabella came up to him in his heightened state, delivering a back handed slap to Isabella's offering hand and sending waves of pain as the action felt like his arm was ready to snap off like match wood.

"Shit" Finn gasped, his complextion becoming whiter before swolling the pain and shame, "Sorry."

Jake and Isabella helped him up off the ground. without much notice to either of the two, Finn watched Marcilen's reaction to his blood, the purple substence once inside now fleeing his tide of carniverous blood, his mind churning as he watched his blood corner off any escape and slowly moved in. It bubble and steamed but all that was left was his pale blood radiating for a time before going dim.

Bubblegum reached Marcilen's side, catching her as she attempted to stand. Her clothes were ruined, covered in bile and sweat, her eyes unfocused. Peppermint Buttler was by they're side, the crack apparrent to all to see. His lips moved but no sounds were made and then Marcilen slumped against Bubblegum, asleep and breathing easy. Bubblegum made a quick glanced towards Finn's before dragging Marcilen to the elevator fallowed by Peppermint Buttler.

"Stay here with Finn" ordered the Princess, " and keep him controlled when we come back"

The door shut, a finality to her orders. The only sounds in the lab were Finn's labored breathing as the pain was growing.

"What just happened!?" Jake asked, shocked and dismayed as both he and Isabella looked to the wounded hunter for answers.

Finn remained unresponsive for a time before stumbling away from them, holding onto his ruined armed. He knelt down to the lumb of his flesh on the floor and picked it. He studied it before placing it back into it's place like a wet and puzzle piece as a quick, quiet gasp escaped his lips.

"Dude, don't" Jake begged, " that's-"

"Satchel" Finn growled out, " now!"

Isabella kneeled by his side, satchel held out to him. She studied Finn, saw that his hand holding the chunk to his arm still had sharp claws and his cainines were slightly larger than normal.

"I need someone to hold it in place," Finn begged, "please"

Isabella was quick to change to Finn's other side as she held the lump in place, keeping a stotic face even when Finn moaned in pained as he fished around his satchel, the familar sound of rustling fabric, metal, and glass being heard. He pulled out a large, wide mouth amber glass jar with what seems like millions of fine hairlike warms swimming around with a threaders needel pooked all the way through the papet like top, needle up. Finn pulled the needle and attatched to it was a fine red string, thinner than any fishishing line that would flutter and move on it's own. Finn began to quietly curse vividly to himself as he stared at the needle then to his arm. He cursed once more, loudly this time before looking to his brother then Isabella.

"I need help stichting this back on" Finn spook, a slight tremor in his voice, " i need Jake to this in place and I'll need you to sew it"

Jake refused "Wha- no man! That's been on the floor and Mar's mouth, aint no way-"

"Jake! For Fuck sake" Finn snapped at him, teeth clenched, " just stop it from sliding around while Isabella sews."

Isabella's eyes widden at her own name, but her shock was replaced with concern when she felt her legs become slick from the quickening puddle of blood growing from the wound.

Jake ceased speaking, doing as instructed taking Isabella's place. Finn held out the needle towards her as a shake of fear made his hands unsteady. She took it and looked at the problem and then to the living string on the needle. She looked to Finn as he pulled out a chewed rolled of leather from his satchel. She saw the dread in his eyes before he closed them and bit down onto the leather.

"Don't stop till it's attatched," he spoke through the leather, "even when i scream. Don't. Stop."

Isabella looked to Jake, armes wrapped around Finn's arm tightly as he kept the flesh in place.

"Here we go" Jake frighteningly mummbled.

Isabella took one last calming breath to steady her hand before the needle pierced Finn's arm.