Like I promised, here is the next part.

And for general information, I have Finn as 16 or 17. That's just what I pictured :) If you don't like it then imagine him as whatever age you'd like to.

Enjoy! :D

Chapter 3

It was too hot, and he hated his life. Finn trapped to the sandy beach with heavy metal chains around his feet, and the suns glare burned him as he struggled. He watched Lady and Jake and Jake's kids swim in the ocean he desperately wanted in. No matter how loudly he called for help, no one came to unchain him. He didn't understand why nobody helped him. Sweat stung his cheeks and went into his eyes, his hair plastered to his face and the back of his neck—he was glad that it was cut short or he'd be suffering even more.

Suddenly, there was sweet relief. The water in the ocean climbed higher, rising to bury him and he was under the sea. His chains were miraculously gone, and it was just him in the cool ocean, no heat, no pain. He swam with the fish and mermaids, and a few minutes later he looked around for Jake. He saw the dog floating at the surface and started to climb to him. But he couldn't get there. It was like no matter how far it seemed he swam, the distance never shortened between him and his best friend. He swirled in the water in a panic when his lungs started to ache for oxygen.

He woke up with a gasp to see a ceiling. Not the rocks or the cave he thought he'd see. He noticed he was in someone's room, a oddly familiar room, in a large bed. He sat up to look around only to lay right back down and gripped the sides of his head. It felt like someone hit him with a giant frying pan. There was sweat all over his self; he was completely covered in the cold nasty stuff. And his mouth was so dry he wondered if he swallowed a gallon of salt.

Surprisingly, Marshall Lee came in the open doorway. He wore the same plaid shirt but it wasn't soaking wet. "Finally you're up." He grinned. "You were out all day."

All day? So then after he passed out in Marshall's arms—embarrassing, Finn thought—the vampire must've carried him here. That was sort of nice. But he slept all day? Man, he was pretty sick. Maybe it was the marshmallows.

Marshall sat down on the large bed next to him. Finn was wary immediately of what he was going to do, and when the vampires pale hand shot out towards his face he reacted by slapping it away. "Don't touch me."

Marshall Lee rolled his eyes. "Chill out. You had a fever the whole time you were out. I'm just nice enough to care about it."

Finn huffed. "Whatevs." He thought of his own bed and wanted to be there. "Can I—" He shut his mouth. He was about to say go home, but he had no home in this place. Finn missed his home-his bed, where he would be now, sick and eating soup playing games. He never would've thought he'd miss that old tree-house when it'd only been a couple days; he had been gone longer before when he and Jake were out adventuring. But it wasn't just the tree-house, he realized, it was his whole land he was gone from this time. Of course he missed Ooo, everyone he knew was there, all the people he met from his journey's.

"Can you what?" Marshall asked. He stared down at Finn with shiny red eyes. When his hand reached out again the human didn't slap it away, and the cold fingers brushed away sticky locks of hair that clung to his cheek. "Can you what?" he asked again when Finn didn't reply.

"Nothing. It doesn't matter."

"Come on cutie, tell Marshall what's wrong."

Finn rolled his eyes, failing at resisting a smile. "I just…miss my home, that's all."

"What happened, you get lost?"

"No."

"Well, I can take you home, if you want."

Finn frowned. Marshall sounded sad, though his straight face said otherwise. This guy helped him, let him into his house, into his bed, and took care of him while he was passed out sick. Finn thought he sort of cared, and maybe Marshall would miss him. The thought of Marshall missing him made Finn upset.

What else would have happened last night if Finn hadn't puked up his guts? Marshall Lee called him cute and said he smelled good and forced Finn into holding him. Finn got the sense Marshall liked him, but did he…want him? Finn liked being flirted with, it was nice to be wanted in that way, but he didn't really know much about...that, he hadn't done much-not anything, really-but he had a good feeling the vampire would've done other things, things that were exciting to think of.

Part of him didn't want to leave because Marshall seemed so alone. It was in that face, and those dark eyes. Finn had started to understand what loneliness was and he could see it in Marshall Lee.

"I can't go home." Why did I say that? Finn thought. Glob, I'm an idiot.

"You can't?" Marshall asked, confused.

There was the slimmest possibility that he would be able to. Finn knew that, and he hated knowing that. Unless Bubblegum found out he went through her portal and tried to get him back, Finn was stuck here. He trusted in her smarts, but she was so busy with her work maybe Finn wouldn't be noticed. There was Jake, though, and he hoped Jake went to her and they realized he was here.

He missed everyone. His friends, Flame Princess and LSP and all the other princesses, and his family, Jake and BMO, and, dammit, even Ice King, the old weirdo. He held his breath when he felt tears coming, his throat stinging. He wouldn't cry in front of this guy. What kind of hero would he be if he let that happen?

"Finn."

"What?"

"Are you from the other-side?"

Finn looked up, startled.

Marshall Lee shrugged. "It's just that you look a lot like Fiona, actually you could be her twin, and saying you can't go home… It just makes sense, you know?"

"How do know about the other universe?"

"Peppermint Maid's been there, and I've known her for a long time. Never been, takes too much dark magic to get there."

Finn sat up, ignoring the head rush that came with it. If he had some magic he would be able to leave. There was plenty of magic in his world, there had to be magic in this world that wasn't dark. Finn was giddy. "All I need is some magic."

Marshall shoved him back down with a hand on his chest, and Finn's good mood was gone. "You're not leaving yet."

The humans blue eyes sparkled in anger. "And why the hell not? You can't keep me here."

"Oh, I can do whatever I like," Marshall said with a truly evil smirk. The smirk on his face had Finn's insides quivering. Why did he smirk all the time, did he not know what a smile was? They were too much for Finn's recovering body to handle. His pointy fangs glinted in the dim lighting, and he caressed Finn's face again, going so far as to lightly touch his bottom lip with his pale finger.

Finn moved his head away and narrowed his eyes. "Try to keep me here, vampire. See what happens to you."

"Jeez, can't you take a joke?" His nose scrunched up and he made a repulsed face. Marshall abruptly floated away to the other side of the room, in another room adjoining this one; Finn saw it was a bathroom. Marshall turned around and pointed inside. "You stink, so you can use my bathtub. You're lucky I'm letting you in there, and the only reason is because you stink bad."

Finn huffed again. "Screw you."

"Hmm. Maybe."

"What is wrong with you?" Finn screeched with a dark blush across his cheeks.

"I don't know, what's wrong with you?" Marshall asked, folding his arms to his chest. He raised his eyebrow at Finn. "One second you're all sad and then you get all cute and flushed, and then you yell at me. Are you bipolar?"

Finn barred his teeth and practically yelled, "I'm not bipolar! It's not my fault I got sent here!" Oh, wait, it was. He jumped into the portal on his own, and it was completely his fault. Finn sighed. "And anyways, maybe if you stopped…touching me, I wouldn't do that junk."

"But I can't help it; you're so adorable and pretty."

"Guys aren't pretty. And I'm not adorable, either."

He was grateful to the vampire, but why did he flirt like this, and why did Finn like it? He wanted to egg him on. He wanted Marshall to react. He wanted that fangy smirk to light up his face. He was an idiot for thinking these things.

Marshall moved to hover a few feet above Finn on the bed. "Am I not pretty?" he asked with a pout that was totally bogus.

Finn almost laughed at the ridiculous question. "Of course not. You—" He sealed his lips when the wrong words were going to come out. Words that would make Finn so very embarrassed.

"I'm what?" Marshall Lee asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Nothing, shut up."

The Vampire King laughed. "All right. Just because you smell so bad I'll let it go."

Jerk. "Then, uh, could you move and let me up?"

"Help you up? Sure."

"No, I said—wait!" Finn held on tightly to Marshall's neck when he was lifted up, blanket and all, and carried to the bathroom. Marshall's hands found his bum Finn was ashamed to have let a moan escape his lips. He gritted his teeth and said, "you're a jerk."

"I know."

Finn was set on the freezing toilet as Marshall leaned over the tub and turned the water on. The bathtub wasn't big or anything, but for Finn it would be just right to dunk his head down in.

He pulled the thick blanket tight around him, shivering from the coldness of the bright white bathroom. This whole room was chilly, in fact. Maybe he lived in a glacier or something. "Why is your house so cold?"

"I'm a vampire. What do I care about heat?"

The cool air was causing goose bumps to break out all over his skin, and it made his head throb and feel heavy. He closed his eyes from the sudden blinding white of the room, it was a burn in his eyes that went straight to his brain. Rubbing his temples, Finn tried to get rid of the pain.

"Sorry I can't help more."

His eyes opened to see Marshall standing in front of him. Red eyes were in worried slits and fangs overlapped a frown, his arms hanging at his sides. Finn let his hands drop to his lap at the vampires worried stare. "It's okay. Really…" He was suddenly nervous, and fiddled with his fingers. "Thanks for all this…y'know, letting me stay here and junk. And the bath, too."

Marshall's hands enclosed around Finn's, and his long pale fingers melded with his. "It's not a big deal if it means getting to look at that adorable face." He smiled.

Finn swallowed a lump in his throat. He fumbled with Marshall's hand awkwardly, and mumbled, "Pervy vampire."

The vampire chuckled. "I'll be back in a sec. I gotta get some towels." He let go of Finn's hand to fly out the doorway.

Finn watched the steam rise with the water and he couldn't wait to submerge in the tub, to get rid of the soreness in his body that was steadily annoying him. He was a hero, he was supposed to be strong and resilient, but right now he was just plain weak. Being weak, Finn hated it. Sure, an injury here and there wasn't unheard of when he was battling evil monsters and witches, but this, being sick and cold and tired, and the headaches and lack of strength in his limbs, was absolutely horrible. He honestly preferred a broken arm to this.

And Marshall…He grumbled to his self. Why did he make Finn act so…un-Finn? He'd never be like this in front of anyone. When Marshall just touched his hand he acted like a blushing bride or something. He brought out a very different side to himself he never knew he had. He was pictured his self as confident, and a fighter, and yeah, sometimes he cried, but being shy like that was new. He'd been shy with Bubblegum when he had that crush on her but this felt totally different from that shyness.

"A'ight, I got your towels." Marshall put two fluffy brown towels on the sink and then shut off the water before it over-filled. He turned around to look at Finn, who sat fidgiting on the toilet seat. "I guess…I'll just go." The vampire ran his eyes over his frame, and Finn could practically feel the heat in the gaze.

Finn held the blanket closer. "Y-yeah…"

As the vampire shut the door, Finn heard him say as clear as day, "Shame I couldn't see that."

Finn blushed. "Fucking vampire."

Okay, no major crud yet, and it's sort of awkward still, but soon I will have some kissing and all that good stuffs :) This won't be super short, either. At least 8 chapters, maybe 10 if I get really, really into it haha

I'll give you a line from the next chapter because I'm bored:

"Admit it, you find me attractive. That's all you have to say for me to move any closer."

Comment please, it makes me happy!

Bye bye!

-Eve