AN: And I'm back. I realized I forgot to list the pairings, so I'll give you the general idea.

Fubblegum (yes, I still ship that), OCxMarshall maybe... possibly some GumballxMarceline. I dunno. Oh, and FionaxFire Prince. Plus maybe a little OCxBubblegum. That's all I got so far. Oh, wait! and Ice QueenxIce King, of course (because they were totally meant for each other, lol)

ANYWAY, ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter 2: Some Say The World Will End in Fire...

"Finn and Marshall Lee... Marceline and Fire Prince... Fiona and Flame Princess... Jake and Cake. Ice Queen and King, y'all are gonna sit this one out." Cam said, hovering about three feet above the black tile floor with her legs criss-crossed, resting her chin in her hand while she read from a clipboard.

"Awww... why?" The two whined simultaneously.

"Because I don't like you." She said bluntly. She turned to the rest of the group. "Hmmm... first up I wanna see Marcie... is it cool if I call you Marice?" Marceline shrugged. "Marcie and Fire Prince. Ugh, that's a mouthful. I need to find a better nickname for you..." Cam said, sticking her tongue out. The vampire and the prince stepped out onto the roundish area of floor, shaped like a record. Marceline crouched into a fighting position and Fire Prince sucked in a big breath.

"Ready... set... go!" Cam said, whistling with her pinkies. The second she whistled the prince exhaled, and a wing of flame emerged from his mouth, engulfing Marceline. She shrieked and ducked out of the way, her eyes squeezed shut.

She wiped a scorch mark off her grayish face and faded into the dark backdrop with a grin. The prince circled around himself, holding his hands out in front of him protectively. Suddenly, his body bent over backwards and he grunted. Marceline appeared behind him, her elbow jabbing into his back.

He screeched and whipped around, a sword of fire at his disposal. He grabbed the vampire by the throat and held the sword at her chest, his eyes filled with rage. Suddenly, Cam blew her whistle and held her hand up. "That's enough! No killing, please. As long as your in a position to kill someone, you win." She said as the prince,s eyes returned to normal and his sword shrunk back into his hand. Marceline coughed and rubbed her throat, with a hand-shaped burn mark on it. She returned to the line.

"Next up..." She placed her finger on her chin and pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at the list. She looked back at the line. "Finn and Marshall Lee." She said. The two looked to each other, shrugged, and stepped out onto the mat.

"Alright, ready..." Finn drew his sword, crouching down as if he were to topple over any second, to give himself momentum when he started moving.

"Set..." Marshall stuck his hands in his pockets and bent his knees, ready for anything Finn could throw at him.

"Go!" Cam shouted, quickly sticking the whistle in her mouth a blowing. Finn lunged at Marshall, swinging his sword as he did. Marshall blocked the blade with his arm, just before it could hit his neck.

"Didn't she say no killing?" He laughed, grinning and pushing the red sword away. He swung his right leg at Finn's head, but missed as he ducked out of the way.

"It takes more than that," Finn grunted as he threw a punch. "To kill a vampire!" He finished as he shoved his knee into Marshall's stomach. The force of the blow drove the vampire back a few feet and into the wall, knocking the wind out of him.

"HYAAAA!" Finn cried, shoving the blade in his direction. Before he could get more than a foot away though, Marshall disappeared. His whereabouts were soon revealed, though, as he hit the low ceiling with a thud and an, "Oof!"

"Crud, these ceilings are lower than they need to be..." He mumbled as he dodged the outraged 13-year-old's sword.

"Don't blame your surroundings on your own mistakes. In the real world if you lose, you lose and that's that." Cam said, scribbling something down on her clipboard as she spoke.

"Yeah, whatever." He mumbled, grabbing the blade and swinging it to the side. Finn hit the wall and grunted, dropping his sword.

"M-muffins..." He muttered under his breath as he tried to regulate his breathing. Marshall Lee sped towards the heap of blue and white, taking the demon blade with him and positioning it against Finn's neck.

The whistle blew once more. "Done! Alright, next we'll have..."

"You're lucky she blew that whistle, human. Or else you'd be long gone." Marshall threatened under his breath as he dropped the sword into Finn's lap while Cam called the next two to the mat. Finn frowned and wiped some blood off his cheek, slipping his sword back into his bag.

"Whatever..." He said as he stood. He stumbled back over to the line and collapsed against the wall.

"You okay, buddy?" Jake asked as Fiona and Flame princess stepped up and Cam counted down the fight. Finn grunted and shook his head.

"No... I don't know why but I feel like... My insides are being squeezed together..." Cam's ears perked up at this remark.

"What was that?"

"I said my insides feel like they're being squeezed together...?"

Cam frowned and shot a glare up towards the ceiling. "Grim! Get down here and stop messing with my trainees!" She shouted at the black tile. A male voice laughed. "Okay okay, geez... I was just trying to have a little fun..." It said as a boy about the same age as Cam fazed through the roof and dropped to the ground. He wore a black sweatshirt and black skinny jeans, with chains drooping from the pockets and belt loops. His sneakers were thick and chunky, with scratches of gray on them that looked as if he had cut them himself. His spiky raven-shade hair was covered by a set of electric green headphones, and he had a silver piercing in his bottom lip. His skin was an ashy gray and his eyes the color of the sky at night, and just as deep.

"Well take your fun somewhere else." She growled, kicking him in the shin and crossing her arms. Compared to her colorful persona, he seemed even darker. To the point where Finn couldn't tell if he was on their side or not.

"Calm down, sugar queen. I just wanted to test the kids abilities." He defended himself with a cool, calm and collected aura about him.

"More like you wanted the vampire to win." Cam retorted, rolling her eyes. The boy chuckled and held his fist out to Marshall, who bumped it, though appearing unsure.

"Maybe. I gotta split, Curly-Top's callin'." He said, jumping up and seemingly disappearing into the ceiling tiles. Cam glared at the spot he jumped through, then shook her head and turned back to the group.

"Who was that?" Bubblegum asked from the corner where her and Gumball sat.

"Nothing, carry on." Cam responded without looking away from the ceiling.

AN: Alright well I already started the next chapter, so I'm gonna make this quick. I got lazy on the fight scene, because I didn't want it to be too long. But I think it came out okay. Tell me if I got something wrong. Like, for example, can vampires get the wind knocked out of them? Like, they're dead, so technically they wouldn't need to breathe... But it's not like they're just gonna slam into a wall and be totally cool with it. Like, "Haha screw that shit I'm dead so your argument is invalid."

Anyway, drop a review on your way out! I really like reviews! And, if you could, could you please answer this question...

CAN VAMPIRES REALLY GET THE WIND KNOCKED OUT OF THEM? The suspense is killing me.

Later, losers!

-TRG