((sorry for being like 2-3 months late friends. =u=; so I've decided to start throwing in a bunch of curse words just because it really seems to emphasize a lot of the hate portrayed in this chapter. if it offends you, you probs shouldn't read this chapter then. and like i've been warning you guys, things start changing up around here. i won't stop reminding y'all 'till you really get the gist of it…))

The entire day was spent frantically running around and calling out with a voice that just couldn't be heard. Marceline knew something was going to happen. It just scared her most as to when it would. In her mind, the only way to make sure that it didn't would be to find Bonnibel as soon as possible.

The farmer was a wolf. That was the conclusion Marceline had come up with as soon as she'd recognized the hat. She swore that she would never forgive herself if anything were to happen to Bonnibel. But all of the searching had been almost completely in vain. It was night now. Marceline was tired but she wasn't going to let it stop her.

Her voice already sounded a little hoarse after calling Bonnibel's name so much. She was beginning to let her fears overwhelm her. Her anxieties began to attack all over again. Until suddenly, her ears finally perked up. She could smell her.

Marceline immediately raced in the direction of Bonnie's scent. She was determined not to let anything happen to her. But just in the middle of her running, she stopped. There was something else. Another scent. And it wasn't Bonnibel's brother. Marceline's heart skipped beats.

It wasn't in the same place as Bonnibel's but she could tell they were about to cross. Somebody was approaching her. And so, Marceline decided to take a more secretive approach. She had the feeling that if she moved any faster, Bonnibel would have to suffer for some reason, even though she had no idea who it could be. But just the idea of it being the farmer both irritated her and worried her at the same time.

Marceline paced slowly and took note of the growing scents. She heard a slight scream. She was desperate to know what was happening. As dark as it would've been for human eyes, she could finally make out small figures nearing each other in the distance.

She closed in and stood behind a trunk as soon as their voices were clear.

"Sorry, darling, did I scare you?" The voice was deep and rather uncomforting.

'Who the hell's talking…?' she asked herself.

"What the hell do you want?" It was definitely Bonnibel. Her voice was filled with hate.

"Now, now, no need to snap. I'm just a little hurt to see you here when you promised you'd be home for dinner with your brother and I last night. And I've been wondering where you've been lately. I haven't seen you on the traveler's dirt path in months."

'Huh… Last night? When Bon and I went star gazing…? Damn, I should've known there'd be no way she'd meet up with me so late just to see me. She must've been avoiding the guy…' Marceline bit her thumb.

"I never promised to that. And there's a damn reason why I stopped using that way anyways."

"And what's that?"

"Um, duh? To get away from a creep like you?" Bonnibel answered bluntly.

"Oh come now, I only want to talk."

"God, I have no idea what my brother sees in you. Other than the fact that you make decent money thanks to selling crops and crap, you're just another horny creep in the village looking to marry. Well you can just go to hell 'cause there's no way on Earth I'd be even remotely interested in you."

Marceline held her breath the entire time. He was so damn creepy and Bon was getting really uncomfortable. Plus, he was probably even a wolf. It was only even more reason for her to make sure he doesn't lay a finger on her.

"Please, hear me out," he said calmly (in an, of course, unsettling tone) and put his hand on her shoulder. Then, she couldn't take it anymore. A pulsing began somewhere deep in her chest.

"Hey, asshole!" Marceline shouted. Bonnibel and the farmer turned their heads. Bon was startled while the farmer was irate of the interruption. She began to step closer to the two. "Look, I have no idea why you stepped out of the pack or why you're pickin' on Bon but you need to back the fuck up."

"Who the hell are you?!" He scanned the girl. As the ears and tail finally became clear in the dark, he jumped. "F-fuck! A wolf?!"

"Damn, right I'm a fucking wolf! Don't act like you aren't one either!"

"What!?" Bonnibel was surprised to hear the accusation as well.

"Get back you monster! Go back to hell or wherever you came from!" He shielded Bonnie with a false courage, though it was obvious that he was overwhelmed with terror. Marceline stomped forward and grabbed him by the suspenders unexpectedly. He was lifted off the ground and began squealing and struggling.

"Damn you!" she barked. "You're a fucking wolf and I'll prove it!" Readjusting her hands so that the suspenders were gripped in one, she used the other to tear off his hat, expecting to reveal his ears. But she was wrong.

"Th-the hell?"

"P-please don't hurt me..." he begged.

"What the fuck?! Where the hell'd your ears go! How'd you hide them?! Do you just not like her or some somethin'?!" She shook him.

"Marceline, stop!" Bonnibel was beginning to get a little tired of the tension.

Marceline was almost embarrassed at her apparent misunderstandings. "B-but-! He has to be a wolf! I mean, I bet he was just trying to get at you or something! Probably to eat you! He must've used some kind of damn potion or-!"

"Marceline!" Bonnibel was glaring at her now. "Put. Him. Down."

"But Bon..." It felt as if her stares were stabbing right through her. Marceline lowered him. The farmer screamed as he touched the ground and ran behind Bonnibel for cover, still attempting to act tough.

Marceline was still thinking about it, breathing heavily. "He can still hurt you, y'know! Wolf or not!" she blurted.

"Look," Bonnibel began her response in a calmer tone, "whether you're right about this stuff or not..." she made a motion to where her hand was without letting the farmer notice. She held hunting knife at her side, hidden by her cloak, "I can handle this by myself. I promise." Marceline glanced at the weapon and nodded slowly in an obvious concern. She was still worried.

"I need to finish up this conversation with this guy. You should go take a nap or something. You look terrible," she chuckled. Marceline even began to feel terrible the moment she mentioned it. She felt her exhaustion weigh down on her again.

"Heh... I guess you're right then..." She began to move slowly back down the way she came. Before leaving, Marceline grinned at Bonnibel a last time and gave a threatening look to the man behind her. He whimpered.

And Marceline headed off. She began to cool down, only looking back once or twice. She could hear a little bit of yelling in the distance coming from the both of them. The farmer yelling about how it was foolish to make friends with such a beast and Bon arguing that she felt safer around her than she ever would around him. Marceline did her best not to turn back and beat the crap out of him, but hearing that from Bonnibel warmed her heart anyways.

After she was a distance away from them, feeling much less tense, she looked down at her hands (with significantly longer nails at the time). 'Damn, am I really that scary...?' Marceline wondered to herself in a mix of humor and insecurity.

She continued walking on day dreamingly, when she heard a rapid rustling. She twirled around herself to find its source, but it was moving way too fast for her eyes to keep up. "The f-?" It rammed right into her stomach faster than she could blink and it knocked her against a tree, holding her there. She coughed up blood and groaned at the sharp, immediate pain. "Shit!" she exhaled, now attempting to catch her breath.

Despite her constant wincing, she tried to open her eyes. The world was blurry and shaking. Her vision finally started to clear as she heard a familiar voice. "Told you I'd come and get her." "M-marshall...?"

She wanted to know what was going, but it hurt too much. "We'll be taking care of the both of you... after we have our own fun," he laughed.

'We...?' He knocked her against the tree once more and let her weakened body collapse. The pulsing came up again, only to make the pain more excruciating.

"'Till next time, Marce."

"D-damn you..." His figure began to fade and with every twitched blink, he'd be further away. Once he was gone, she fainted.