Disclaimer: I don't own Adventure Time with Finn and Jake. Anything that isn't mine in this is not mine, okay? :)

Hiya! This is the promised Marshall Lee point of view for chapter 1! Sorry it took a couple months to get an update :( I want to do more Marshall Lee POV but I like Finn's, too. I'll probably go back and forth at random times. So expect that :)

I won't make a super long a/n so here you go! :D

Marshall was looking for a place to get out of the rain for it bit; the downpour was ruining his hair and soaking his clothes like mad. He found a random cave in the middle of the forest and didn't expect anyone to be there so when he came upon a cute blonde he was super surprised. There was nothing for miles so seeing a living person was weird. The plan immediately was to kick him out…but that was before he really got a look at him. Aside from being adorable—he always had a thing for blondes—he found out that he looked just like Fi.

Marshall had an inkling of who he was but he wouldn't say anything unless he really needed to. "You look like someone I know," he said after introductions.

The kid stuttered out a "D-do I?"

Marshall grinned. "Yeah, but not as cute."

He was already really close and pushed the kid by touching his face second before if his irritated face was any indication. Still, he thought why not push some more and leaned in to his cheek to Finn's in a bold move. His face was cold, but Marshall Lee could smell blood and not under the skin. He was hurt somewhere.

"You smell good."

"Who do you think you are?" Finn yelled. There was a feisty-ness that came through and he shoved at Marshall's chest, albeit weakly. "Don't touch me."

With a wide grin, Marshall accepted the challenge he heard in those words. He took the slender wrists and put them around his own waist so Finn was hugging him, and Marshall's back was still wet with rainfall. Finn was frozen in shock, and that excited him so he leaned impossibly close, so close if it was any closer they'd be kissing—and glob how Marshall really wanted to.

"Stop me, Finny."

Surprisingly, the kid jumped at him. Marshall was pinned down on the rocky floor was sort of fond of that strength from the blonde. But he wouldn't stand being bottom for anyone. Bottom was unacceptable for the Vampire King.

He grabbed the tiny waist and threw Finn onto his back, and the kids' eyes looked a little afraid and he had stopped breathing. His face lost some color, and when the kid closed his eyes Marshall knew something bad was coming.

"Shit, you okay?" he asked, thinking he'd really wounded Finn.

Then the pale kid puked, and Marshall was lucky enough to move away in time not to be splattered with the nasty gunk. While he hovered in the air, Finn was coughing and choking. Marshall was pretty worried for him. He saw him shaking all over, from his legs to even his head, and it was so bad that Marshall saw his arms about to give. Before he fell into his own barf the vampire lifted him up to sit on his butt away from the mess because he was just that nice.

Finn spit out some more vomit when he seated.

Marshall made a face at the sound, and he asked, "You sick or something?"

Finn grabbed his head. He was very pale. "Don' know."

Then, in a shocking move, the pale, sick kid started to crawl to the cave enterance. The rain was still falling hard and even Marshall could barely see outside with his good vision. Had Finn lost his mind? He would obviously get worse out there.

"Hey, where're you going?" He floated over to block him from leaving.

Finn huffed. "Move, I need water."

Marshall thought fast. He wouldn't let this cute blonde die from a human illness. That just wasn't fair for someone so good-looking. So he looked around for something to use as a cup so Finn didn't have to step out into the rain. There was an unusually shaped rock that looked like a messed up bowl someone made in pottery class, and he quickly filled it with rain water and went back to Finn before he could leave to see him just about crying on all fours.

He held out the bowl. "Here, take it," he said.

He felt really sorry for Finn; he seemed lost and sick and hurt. Good fortune did not come easily to him.

Blue eyes looked up wet with tears and stared at the rock bowl before Finn took it and drank. "Thanks."

"No problem."

They leaned on the wall by the fire when Finn was able to move without crying. He sat close to Finn to help keep him warm with what body heat he had, because he looked like a frozen human-cicle. And he could smell the blood coming off him and wondered if Finn's wound was bleeding and not just dried blood. His control was pretty strong, but if the boy wasn't sick he would probably be all over him with this smell of fresh blood oozing off him.

"You got a big bloody spot in your hair," he said for some odd reason, like Finn was unaware of his own pain.

"I know."

Finn was shaking again. Marshall Lee put his arm around his shoulder. Finn was smart when he moved closer to him to get warmer. But glob it all to the nightosphere, he was freezing. "You're colder than me and I'm a fucking vampire." He let out a soft laugh.

It was only ten minutes later that Finn passed out. He knew that leaving him here wouldn't be good for him with the cold and his head hurt, so he went out into the rain and hurried home before the sun came up. Why he was doing this he did not know.

Finn looked so small and adorable in his big black satin sheeted bed. His head was buried deep in Marshall's pillow looking small, and his blonde hair was stuck with sweat. His cheeks were rosy, and though that made him look more cute he also looked sort of pathetic with his grimaced mouth. The boy was in pain, and that was the only reason why the vampire resisted biting open that tasty neck and draining him dry.

"Jake…" the poor blonde moaned. His hands gripped the blanket. Marshall saw his eyes moving rapidly under the lids. "Make…soup…chicken soup…"

Marshall dabbed away the sweat from his forehead and sighed. "You sure are sensitive, kid." He touched the flushed skin with his finger, running it down Finn's face. "So warm," he murmured. He could practically feel the movement of his blood through his veins.

"BMO stop," Finn grumbled, batting at his hand. Marshall chuckled, touching his cheeks again to be annoying. "BMO," Finn moaned out angrily, but it was too cute when his hands weakly slapped at Marshall's.

He kept watch on Finn for an hour and so far it seemed like he was okay, except the high fever, but Marshall knew it'd go down soon.

Just as he was leaving to let him rest Finn started to moan and move around in his bed franticly. He rolled and rolled in his blanket until he was wrapped up like hot dog in pastry and then he sighed and smiled.

Marshall laughed again. He waited in the doorway for a second before shutting the door and leaving Finn to sleep in his bed, which was pretty nice of him to let someone else do. He made the couch for his self and shut all the blinds before he was asleep like the sick kid upstairs.

So that's it for this! :D It's short. Sorry. I went away from it for a while to focus on school but I think I can manage my time a bit better now. So there will at least be an update monthly. No promises on weekly, though.

Tell me what you thought of this in a review! As always, thanks for reading! Love all around!

-Eve