She was staring up at a purple ceiling again. Her eyes were all around the room. She was seeing things she could never see before. The grain in the wood of the walls, a fly caught in a spider's web, and Marshall. Well, she couldn't see him but she could hear him. He was humming to some song. He sounded like he was right next to her, but she looked all around and couldn't see him in the room anywhere. Slowly she got up from the bed and walked over to a mirror. She was in another of Marshall's baggy T-shirts, her hair was down, hanging down her shoulder on one side. When she ran her fingers through it, it felt damp to the touch. When she looked back up at herself in the mirror, she saw the main problem with her appearance. Her skin, which felt hard as a rock but so soft to the touch at the same time, was as pale as wax paper. She stared at herself for another moment, then looked up at her eyes. They were a clear crystal blue, but when she looked closer, she could see a very thin blood red ring around her pupils. Next, her eyes moved to her mouth, where she opened it slowly. Her teeth were perfectly straight and white, except for her canines. They were longer than the rest and sharpened down to a point. She quickly placed her hand on top of chest, feeling for a heartbeat that she somehow knew in her head wasn't going to come.

She was a vampire, and for some reason, she could not remember how it happened. She walked over to the hole in the floor and climbed down the ladder quietly. Marshall was in the living room, strumming on his guitar again. This time though, he was floating up close to the ceiling laying on his back in the hair, with his headphones on, beating his head to the music she could hear just as clearly as he did. She smiled then walked over until she was right under him. She figured if Marshall could float, so could she.

Concentrating hard, she closed her eyes as she thought about how everyone made her feel. It made her feel giddy and full of air. She opened her eyes as she felt her feet come off the floor she looked down and smiled brightly, her canines poking over her bottom lip. She then looked up at Marshall, who was still listening to his music, and floated up until she was inches from him and reached up, placing her hand on his shoulder. Marshall jumped and flipped over, looking down at Fiona with wide eyes.

"Fiona!" He jerked off his headphones and stared at her. It took him a few moments then he looked down at the ground, then at her. "Oh my Glob. You're floating!" His eyes were still wide as he shifted himself to he was in front of her. His hands reached out, touching her sides gently. He then moved his hands to her shoulders, running them down her arms slowly. "F-Fiona….Do you remember what happened? Why you are what you are?"

She shook her head slowly, "The last thing I remember was the thunder storm." Marshall nodded then slowly floated down to the ground, bringing her down with him. He sat her on the floor then sat across from her. Then he started to talk. He told her everything that had happened. When he was finished, Fiona's mouth dropped open. "So let me get this straight. Gumball set up the Ice Queen to attack us to get us apart, but she had her own agenda and tried to kill me? Then you killed her after she impaled me with ice?" Marshall nodded at her slowly.

"Oh my Glob. Oh my glob!" She jumped up, pacing the room. Marshall stood up and caught her arm, turning her towards him. She stared at him, tears rolling down her face. Gumball and paid Ice Queen to hurt her and Marshall. Gumball, who was supposed to be a good guy. What in Glob's name was happening to the world?

"Fi. We are going to figure this out okay? I know you're scared and confused. Hell, so am I. But we are going to figure this out together."

Fiona stared at him for a long time, then finally nodded. He wrapped his arms around her neck and waist, pulling her into a tight hug. She returned the strong embrace, closing her eyes as she buried her head against his shoulder. So many things had happened in the past 2 days and Fiona didn't know how to handle it all. She sighed and pulled back slightly, looking up at Marshall. He smiled at her slightly, then leaned down brushing his lips against hers. She sighed, sliding her eyes closed, as she kissed back. Marshall ran his tongue against her lips, causing her to part them. He then slid his tongue into her mouth, exploring it fully. She let out a soft moan as she pulled herself closer. Marshall pulled out his tongue and smiled against her lips.

"Damn, Fi. You taste amazing. And in all honesty, you look pretty damn hot in my shirt." He pulled back and looked down at her, a grin spreading across his face.

She punched him in the arm gently and giggled. "Shut up, Marshall!" She pulled away from him and floated back a bit. "So don't you need to teach me how to be a vampire?"

He smirked and floated over her. "Yeah, I guess I do, don't I?"

She nodded as she felt a blush run across her face. She was glad they could still act as they used to before they were dating. It made her happy in this world that was falling apart around her. She had no idea what to expect in this future, but she had a feeling that Marshall would be right beside her through all of it.

Marshall grabbed her hand and led her to the kitchen. "First things first. I need to teach you how to drink shades of red."

Fiona nodded and watched as Marshall pulled a bag of apples out of the fridge. He pulled one out and threw it towards her. "Think fast!"

She blinked and stuck her hand out, catching the apple between her fingers. Marshall grinned at her then pulled another apple out of the bag himself. "Alright! So you just stick your fang in and concentrate on the color."

She nodded again looking at the apple. It couldn't be that hard, could it? She opened her mouth slightly, running her tongue along her fangs then she stuck one into the apple. She thought hard about the color, then gasped as an amazing taste flowed into her mouth. She brought back her concentration to the apple and after a few minutes she drained it completely. Slowly, she pulled her fang out of the apple and looked down at it. The skin was completely white and she grinned looking up at Marshall.

"Look, Marshall! I did it!" She giggled throwing it at him. He smiled and caught it in his hand before tossing it in the garbage behind him.

"Very good! Want another?" Marshall said, holding another apple out at her. She nodded and took it, draining the color from it in 5 seconds before throwing it over his head, making sure it landed in the trash can.

Marshall grinned at her as he grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. "Perfect as usual. Well, since you have already figured out how to float, too. I don't really know what else there is to teach you for now."

Fiona made a pouty face at him that made Marshall laugh then he looked at her again. "Wait! Turning into a bat! You do need to know that but that takes a lot of practice."

Fiona looked up at him then nodded giggling. Turning into a bat sounded fun, but she knew she didn't want to do that. She floated over to Marshall and kissed his cheek. "I'll be right back."

Marshall raised an eyebrow at her then shrugged. Fiona float back upstairs and grabbed her backpack she had left up there the day before. She had an outfit in the bag that she had been saving for Marshall and she grinned as she pulled it out, looking at it.


Marshall waited downstairs for Fiona, floating down in the kitchen. After she didn't come down for five minutes, he floated into the living room and grabbed his bass. He started strumming notes on it when a song started in his head.

Smiling to himself, he began to sing. "Remember the time, we played video games outside? Or the time that Cake got stuck inside a tree? Remember? Can you try? When I almost nearly died? Without you there I don't know where I'd be." Marshall spun around in the direction of the ladder as he continued to sing, "Give me the liberty, to guess what you mean to me~. Fiona~. Fiona! You're my girl, you're my bro, Fi. We're tight like curly cheese! Fiona! Fiona! You'll always be my bro, or FM radio. Cuz like, when you put the first to letters of our names together that's what it spells! Whoa oh ah oh, yeah, Na Na Na Na!" He finished the last couple of chords then looked up when he saw Fiona's shadow.

Marshall's jaw dropped along with his guitar. He ignored the metallic twangs as his guitar bounced off the floor because all he could see was Fiona. She was wearing a black tank top over a thin strapped sports bra, a pair of dark colored blue jeans with rips in them that started from the middle of her thighs down to past her shins. The jeans were tight too, like they fit her frame perfectly. She was also wearing a pair of black boots that up to her ankles and folded down slightly. Her hair was pulled up into a loose ponytail at the top of her head and she was wearing a black headband that had a pair of black bunny ears stitched to them, sticking up like her bunny cap did. Marshall stared at her for a long time, mouth hanging open as she floated closer to him.

"Do you like it?" Fiona asked, smiling at him hesitantly.

Marshall shook his head slightly, then bit his lower lip before speaking "I fucking love it. Where, when, why did you get that?"

"I-I bought it just for you. A-And in case I was ever turned into a vampire. I thought it would be nice to look the part." She smiled vaguely still as she watched Marshall. "You really like it?"

Marshall reached out and hooked a finger in Fiona's belt loop, pulling her closer. "As I said before, I love it. But what made you think that I was ever going to turn you?"

Fiona's cheeks flushed as she looked at the ground. "I-I always dreamed of us being together and I-I decided that, after I got the courage to ask you out, and we did get together and when we were together for a long time that I would ask you to turn me so I could stay with you forever."

Marshall's cheeks turned red after she finished, and he watched her for a few moments before speaking. "Did you really want that? Because…I don't think that I could have done it."

Marshall dropped his hand away from her and Fiona looked at him with a confused look on her face, "Why not?"

"Because I didn't want you to lose that beautiful strong heart of yours." Marshall spoke somberly.

"Marshall," Fiona said quietly, "That would have never happened. It's still here. I promise." She smiled at him softly.

Marshall knew what she said was true, because he could see it in her eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that could understand him so well. He smiled as he pulled her in close again, by the belt loop in her jeans. He slid his hands around her waist gently, and held her body against his as he leaned up and kissed the top of her head.

"Fi….I love you so much. I don't want to lose you, ever. I can't regret my decision to turn you because I know that I will now have you for the rest of my life." He smiled, his cheeks reddening. He had never been this open by just talking, he usually just put his emotions into his songs, and if people didn't understand it…oh well.

Fiona was looking up at him, smiling softly with a slight redness on her cheeks. Marshall smiled back down at her as he placed his hands on either side of her face, then he pulled her face in and kissed her deeply, throwing all of his emotions into it. Fiona responded back immediately, her eyes sliding closed, her arms snaking around his neck. Marshall smiled mentally at this as he continued to kiss her, closing his own eyes. He slid his hands down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up slightly, running his fingers against her exposed skin. Fiona had let out a soft moan and pulled her head back when he had done this. A small smirk came across her pale pink lips, and Marshall had a feeling he knew what was cooking up inside her head. He couldn't believe how happy Fiona made him feel, and even as she grabbed his wrist and let him upstairs to his bedroom, Marshall couldn't regret anything that had happened over the past two days. If they had never happened, he and Fiona would probably have never grown this close to each other, or never get even closer, as they were going to be by the end of the night.