Henchman

With Fionna and Cake

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I got grounded and couldn't use my Surface. (Gah, my dog at my fries) I haven't been able to work on Henchman for a while so I apologize in advance if this one kinda sucks compared to the others. I think I've held your attention long enough. Let's get the show on the road!

While Marshall flew higher and higher Cake was frantically screaming at me. I don't know why she didn't just stretch up and grab me. She must really be a scaredy cat about vampires. I couldn't tell what Cake was saying anymore. The wind tearing at my ears and Marshall's evil laughing made enough noise as is.

"Mwah ha ha ha." Marshall laughed loudly and deeply. "You're lucky Bunny, you're first job as my henchman is to help me feed."

"Wait, feed?" I thought to myself. "Does he mean like blood? But wait, Marshall said that he usually eats reds. But he said usually, meaning that he sometimes drinks blood. No no Marshall probably rarely drinks blood. But why would Marshall need my help if he's just going to find some Red food?"

My face soon became twisted as I tried to comprehend what Marshall meant by "feed". He must have looked down to see if I was OK and saw my "thinky" face.

"Ha ha," Marshall laughed, not manically this time. "Bunny are you OK, you look kinda weird. Do you need to use the bathroom or something?"

It was then that I realized that I messed up my face trying to think. I quickly changed to a more pouty face, but the usual hot feeling had crept back onto my face. I tried to distract myself by looking around. Nothing that interesting, it was the dead of night so everything was really quiet. The moon replaced the sun being almost as bright. A couple clouds here and there but the sky was mostly clear. Stars freckled the sky, kinda like all of the blinky lights on Bubba's baking stuff, but all one color and a LOT more.

That's when I made the mistake of looking down. We were around 3 tree houses up in the air. I'd had been OK with just 1 or 1½, but not 3. No, I am not afraid of heights. I just don't like the idea of falling from this high without having Cake to be my parachute. Another thing I didn't realize, after I saw how high we were I sorta kinda started clinging to Marshall. I didn't want to fall so I turned away from the sky and buried my face in his dark purple shirt while I wrapped my arms around his chest desperate not to fall. I suppose my sudden change in attitude must have gained his attention.

Marshall looked down at me and pet my head to get my attention. I looked up, but really slow, as if I felt like quickly moving would make him drop me. Marshall had stopped moving forward so the two of us were hanging in the middle of the night sky. He moved into more of a sitting position and sat me on his lap.

"Fionna," he cautiously asked, "are you OK?"

Marshall's blood red eyes looked down at me full of concern. It was like he actually cared about me, not only that, but he called me Fionna instead of Bunny. A small part of me wanted to go back to hiding in his shirt, but the rest of me decided to look back up at him. I tried to put as much afraidness in my eyes as I could, I really didn't want to be up here. But the look in Marshall's eyes, it reassured me, told me that he wouldn't let me fall.

"N-n-n-no, I-i-i'm O.K." I replied, my voice coming out really quiet and shaky. I don't know if it was from fear, or that weird feeling Marshall gives me.

"Fionna," he started, his voice still full of concern, "we both know that's not true."

I tried to look away, I felt as if when Marshall looked into my eyes he could read my mind. I wasn't going to let that happen, not if my mind wants me to just spill out all of my emotional junk. As my mind raced it started to come up with several possible answers, none of which I felt I could say to Marshall without being teased or picked on. As my head filled up with useless options my face started to grow hotter and hotter, only making me try to turn away even more. Then it got to the point where I tried to turn away and I got a glimpse of the ground, still 3 three houses away. I quickly returned to my huggy position, which I think gave Marshall a sorta clear picture of the problem, well more like a blurry one.

"Oh, come on Fionna, don't tell me you're afraid of heights." Marshall said.

His tone was still very concerning sounding, but it had a slight hint of tease, but it was pretty weak, like he was just trying to relive some of the tension. I shook my head slightly while it was still stuffed in Marshall's purple shirt. His tie was now poking me in the eye but I didn't dare to try to move it.

"Fionna," Marshall sighed. He then leaned back a bit and started petting me on the head.

The two of us stayed like this for a while, me laying in Marshall's lap clinging to his torso while he casually laid back and tried to soothe me by petting my head. Usually I would have snapped at Marshall for acting like this. But at that moment I just needed to calm my nerves. He didn't try to pry out any more information out of me while I calmed myself, someone else cough Bubba cough would have kept trying to get the info out of me. After about 5 minutes I had calmed down a bit, Marshall must have sensed it with some sort of magic bizz because he sat back up. Marshall then carefully tried to pry me from his body. I didn't really want to let go, it was comforting being able to just lay there, with Marshall. His petting was actually very comforting. After he at least managed to get my face out of his shirt he gently grabbed my chin and slowly pulled my face up to look at his.

"Fionna, please," Marshall asked his eyes begging for an answer, "tell me what the problem in."

Having little time to think I quickly scanned through the list of answers I came up with earlier and picked one that seemed the simplest and the safest.

"I-i-i," I started to say, but my voice cracked. Marshall gave me a look on his face asking me to go on. "I-i-i, I d-d-d-don't w-w-want to f-f-f-fall." I shakingly replied.

Marshall's hand moved its way up from my chin to my cheek cupping it. "Fionna," he said still looking down at me with one of the most caring expressions I've ever seen, "I would never let you fall." He reassured me.

At that moment Marshall seemed so sweet it was hard to tell he wasn't a candy person. He actually cared about me, and wanted to keep me safe. A tiny part of my brain stuff was doing happy jumps and fist pumping the air while cheering happily. Another part still told me to crawl back into his shirt, most of me would have tackled him if we weren't in the air. Not like a love tackle but like a "why are you acting so crazy" tackle. But, of course, before I made a decision, we got interrupted, by Marshall's stomach.

"Heh," Marshall kinda half laughed. "Bunny I think we delayed dinner to long. Come on, I think we're close."

Most of me was glad that awkward moment was over. Marshall not only started flying forward again, but he also started flying lower. I smiled at that a bit. But then it dawned on me again, I was going to help Marshall murdle some person. That I was not happy about, that and he started calling me Bunny again. Within a few minutes we came across a small stone cottage sitting in the middle of a swampish area. When Marshall landed he gently set me down. The wind had set some of my hair free from my hat so I took the time to stuff it back in.

Marshall sniffed the air like a dog, it looked kinda funny to be honest. I wanted to laugh, but it's hard to laugh when you know you're about to kill something. I mean, if it's like evil and junk I'll kill it. But this person was probably good and nice, I didn't want to kill someone like that.

"Mmmm, you smell that Bunny?" Marshall asked me. "Smells like, dinner. Bunny, could you kick the door down for me?"

I didn't want to help Marshall hurt an innocent, thing, but if I didn't cooperate he might go find that old lady and torture her again, I was bound by my word as a hero. I let out a sigh and landed a front kick square in the middle of the door, causing it to come crashing to the floor in front of us.

There was an old lady playing a piano inside. She was wearing a long black gown and, for some reason, a red scarf. The cottage itself was very small, one of the walls was covered in pictures, or the little old lady and some big tall guy. One candle stand thing was sitting on the piano, probably the cottage's only source of light at night. But it went out when I kicked the door down, darkening the only room. The only light that came in was from the moon shining through the windows and now broken door. The old lady had stopped playing and turned to see me and Marshall standing at the door.

"Sorry about this." I said.

"Mmm, delicious, hold her down Bunny."

I sighed and reluctantly walked over and pinned the lady to the floor.

"Mwah ha ha," Marshall's evil laughter filled the room, "are you enjoying this Bunny?" Marshall asked me.

"No," I said under my breath.

"What was that Bunny?"

"I said no." I said again sounding slightly irritated. Marshall looked hurt so my facial expression softened a bit. But I was still scowling at the floor.

"Mwah ha ha ha ha!" Marshall laughed once more. It's weird I thought I head Cake, but Marshall must have sawn something in the window because he hissed in its direction before turning his attention back to murdling this lady.

"P-please let me go Miss Human." The lady begged.

"I'm sorry Ma'am. But I have to do as he says, my hero's code won't allow anything else." I felt really sorry for the lady, but I couldn't help her, not in the situation I was in.

"I understand," the lady replied, though I don't know how she could I got my answer though, "I used to have a husband too."

If any of the heat had left from my face it was certainly back now, and feeling really on fire. I quickly looked over to Marshall, but he looked like he was going to explode.

"W-w-w-what? Y-y-you t-th-think I'm h-h-his, no no no no. I'm n-n-not his, n-n-n-no w-w-w-way I-i-i-i'm." I stuttered as my face turned a bright red color. But Marshall was the one to come to my rescue this time.

Marshall's face was sorta bluish on his cheeks, showing out against pale grey skin. I guess that's what vampires look like when they. Wait, Marshall Lee, the Vampire King, is blushing? It was faint but it was definitely there. I have no idea when he stopped laughing on the inside and started blushing. Maybe he was just laughing that hard. I don't know, but Marshall spoke up, thankfully giving me an excuse not to make an even more of a fool of myself.

"OK, ok that's enough talking. Now let's get eating, I'm already starving." Marshall claimed as he licked is fangs.

Somewhere in my head I was still arguing over weather Marshall's going to drink the lady's blood, or suck the color out of something. I decided I couldn't take the risk of him actually killing the old lady. Right before Marshall sunk his fangs into the lady's neck I grabbed her tighter and pulled her down leaving Marshall biting the stone floor.

"Bunny," Marshall whined, "I was gonna eat that. Glob I think I chipped a fang." That right there and the fact he was going for her neck pretty much confirmed my thoughts that he was gonna drink the lady's blood.

"No way Marshall. I'm not letting you suck the life out of this lady!"

"Oh, yes, you, are." He said in short quick bursts. He grabbed my face again, but less gently this time. He pulled my face towards his and forced me to stare in his eyes. When I looked into them I was come over, it was like magic. In a daze I let go of the lady, I tried to fight the feeling but his will was too strong for me to fight. I was forced to kneel on the ground and watch.

"Mwah ha ha!" Marshall laughed. "Let's eat."

With that Marshall swooped down and stuck his face near the lady's scarf. He made a bunch of exaggerated slurping sounds, but right then I didn't care about the bad sound effects, I just didn't want the lady to die.

"Nooooo!" I shouted in protest.

But it was right then that Marshall lifted his head and brushed his hair out of his face to show that he wasn't biting the lady's neck, he was sucking the red from her scarf.

"Mm mmm mmm!" Marshall said satisfied. "Hey Bunny, did you know that things made out of wool taste like pork chops?"

Marshall stood and looked down at his work. For some reason instead of the scarf turning grey, it turned bleach white. The lady then sat up to better admire her "new" scarf.

"My my, a white scarf. It's beautiful, thank you so much young man." With that the lady fell asleep on the floor.

"But, but, but." I stammered getting more and more flustered and red by the second.

"What it is Bunny?" Marshall questioned and he floated up to hover over the ground before flipping upside down. "Don't tell me you forgot that I hardly ever drink blood."

"N-n-n-no I," I started to respond, but Marshall put his finger to my lips to silence me.

Marshall flipped back over and offered me his hand. "Come on Bunny, we've still got plenty more evil to do."

I saw no other option so I took his hand. Marshall then pulled me up to he started carrying me just like before.

"Let's go then," Marshall stated, "don't fall Bunny." He added sarcastically.

I wanted to slap him for saying that, I started to do so too. But by then we were already out the door and flying 3 treehouses high once more causing me to once again cling to Marshall for dear life.

A/N: Yay! I finished it, this one's quiet long. Like I said I haven't been able to write so I've been thinking of ideas to put in the story. I couldn't use some, so you'll get them next time! If I get let's say 5 more (I think we've moved past only 3) reviews, follows, favorites, or a mix I'll post the next chapter! Again sooo sorry this took so long. But I hope you liked it! See ya later!