-Greetings readers!

Ok! I know what you guys are gonna say: "Hey you spell some stuff in their thoughts wrong!" Hear me out, there's a method to my madness I swear! When you internally think you don't really do so in a manner that makes sense (think about it, do you really complete sentences, and sound out every word?) I was just trying to portray that, but if it's too distracting please do let me know and I'll change it.
Blood and gore will come soon, do not fret.
I want to thank all the people who take the time to review my story, it is highly appreciated.
Special thanks to the lovely Princess that kept telling me to finish this chapter, if it wasn't for her you wouldn't be reading this today.

Think that's it! Happy reading.

NoLifeQueen


Chapter Three
Blood Thirst

"Very well." He nodded in dismissal, "Marceline will drive you to school and back." Hudson added looking at Fiametta, who in turn nodded.

Better get outta here 'fore she totally breaks down. Marceline bowed her head before saying, "If you would excuse us Father, it has been a long day." Fiametta rose and did a little curtsy before following her hostess out.

"Marceline." Hudson called right as she was about to exit the room. "A word." He continued taking an envelope out of his breast pocket. Marceline turned to look at Fiametta, she knew she didn't have much time before her father became impatient so she spoke quickly.

"You know where my room is, go straight there. Near my bed there is a closet, open it and look for my pajamas. "Fiametta gave her a quizzical look and tried to argue. "I'm guessing you didn't bring any type of clothing with you, no? Well you are welcome to use mine."

"R-right." The younger girl blushed and ran off. Marceline sighed and shook her head before re entering the room.

Her father threw a yellow envelope at her feet and without waiting for her to pick it up he said, "Your next assignment."

Marceline picked up the envelope and opened it; she took a few seconds to scan its contents before frowning. "What did he do?"

"Dealing with the Goblins behind the Family's back." He stood and walked over to her, "I know you were close to him." Marceline bottled up the sudden rush of emotions and hardened her heart.

"He was dead to me the day he sold Hambo." Her look of determination made her father nod in approval. He placed his right hand on her shoulder, he was a few feet taller than her; his fine bone structure and deep eyes made him look almost inhuman. Wonder if that's how others see me.

"I understand it has been a tiresome day, and if you'd rather do it tomorrow..." Hudson knew just how to push his daughter's buttons, feelings were a form of weakness in the Family and he had to train her on shutting them down.

Marceline shook her head, passion fueling her rage; she licked her blood thirsty lips and said, "I'll get it done tonight. Ash won't be a bother to the Family any longer." She turned on her heels and excited the room, The sooner I get outta here, the sooner I can taste his blood… and avenge Hambo... she thought shaking with rage.

Taking her cell phone out of her pocket, Marceline dialed her main man; waiting only a few rings before he picked up, she heard his sleepy voice. "Hello?"

"Yo Finn, get Jake. We have a job." She shut her phone without hearing his response; knowing they will be here in a few minutes, she ran towards her room to make sure her guest was comfortable.

Fiametta was getting out of the bathroom when Marceline found her; she had found a shirt that was so big her knees were hardly visible. "Everything all right?" the older girl asked from the door, she was trying hard not to stare.

"Y-yes, I hope it's okay to take this?"

Marceline nodded as she entered the room, her eyes trailing from Fiametta's face to her body and finally settling on legs. W-what's she doing!? Feeling her face grow hot, Fiametta turned around and hoped her hostess didn't come closer.

"I just came to get some blankets and a shirt." Marceline said walking past her and into her closet, where tossed some clothes aside until she found the one she was looking for. "I'll be sleeping in the room across from this one if you need anything." Thought she was gonna sleep here, with me. Fiametta wondered as she watched Marceline walk towards her bed and take a big, fluffy blanket.

"Night kiddo." Marceline said dogging a pillow Fiametta had thrown at her.

Fiametta walked over to the bed and let herself fall face first into the nearest pillow " Damn you Marceline, I'm not a kid!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Can't believe father would just leave me behind like I was nothing! Tomorrow starting school without knowing anyone. Coming here. No! Being dumped in this place! I feel so mad, so… lonely… And it's not like Marceline's any help, she's not very sensitive 'round issues like that. Fiametta scoffed at the thought. Not like it's her fault, with a father like that… A loud car horn interrupted her thoughts, she sat up and looked out the window just in time to see Marceline exciting the house.
Where's she going?

"Yo, you're late." Marceline punched Jake on the shoulder as she climbed on his prized procession; a black first generation Buick LeSabre his father had passed down to him. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that boss." He gave her a pathetic smile while rubbing his arm.

"So who we gonna silence boss?!" A very eager Finn said from the back of the car; Marceline noticed he had decided to go for a black hat instead of his usually white beanie. She tossed him the yellow envelop her father had given her and motioned Jake to drive.
'Sit wrong to feel so good?

Jake had been driving for a few minutes without a destination; everything was silent except for Marceline's heart, which was so loud it was a miracle no one else could hear it. Suddenly a huge gasped escaped the younger boy's mouth, "No way, Ash!" This took Jake by surprise so much that he hit the brakes almost immediately, sending everyone flying into their seat belts. Marceline swore under her breath as she glared at Jake, "Why would you do that?" she hissed, trying to fight back tears of pain.

"It's just… are you really gonna…" he trailed off, not really knowing how to end his sentence.

"Kill him? Yeah." She finished for him, her voice was so cold and unattached it sent shivers up both boys' spines. "Now get going, I hate wasting time."

"Y-you still haven't told me where to boss." He mumbled looking down. Even her own ganged feared her, which was just as well. I don't need friends.

"He'll probably be in the Night-O-Sphere, trying to pick up drunk chicks, man." Finn offered in a small voice. Jake nodded and began to drive towards the club. While Jake drove Marceline explained the plan she had come up with only a few minutes ago.

"So you guys understand?" She asked once they had parked a few feet from the club. "Yeah." Both boys said nodding their heads; the plan had upset them a bit since they hated leaving Marceline on her own. "Good." Marceline noticed them frown a bit as she was getting out of the car. They're such newbs. Sighing, she softened her voice and said, "Look you guys better get going."

Ash was not hard to spot; he was in the middle of the floor trying to pick up chicks. Bleh. He's such a perv. Guess Finn was right though. Every single girl he spoke to turned him down, making him openly scowl. Marceline grinned This gonna be fun. She didn't want to rush and look suspicious, so she turned towards the bar. An unfamiliar bartender was cleaning up some glasses; he stopped and started as soon as she walked up to him. "Gimme a double vodka on the rocks." Marceline grinned, daring him to say something.

"Where is your I.D?" The bartender asked frowning, "You don't look 21…" he continued looking her up and down. Bastard!

"I'm sorry Lady Abadeer!" A familiar face yelled over the music, he rushed towards them and pushed the unfamiliar barkeeper aside. "Truly sorry, he's new here. I'll get ya yar regular right away."

Marceline grunted in approval, "Thanks Flambo." She sat down in front on a stool and made her voice as bored and detached as she could, "What's going on 'round here anyway?" Flambo cleaned a glass before filling it with two ice cubes, "Nutin much Lady, it's been very quiet. Too quiet in my opinion." He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them and said as he leaned closer, "There're whispers here and there 'bout Ash makin' a gang of his own. Causin' sum trouble and makin' a fuss…" he trailed off and handed Marceline her drink just as another customer sat within earshot. She took a big gulp of the drink and set it on the bar with a loud clink, nodding her goodbyes she headed towards her objective.

Marceline took careful care to look unstable as she made her way around the dance floor; her raven hair attracted unwanted attention from nearby guys. "Yooo!" she said a bit too loud as she reached Ash.

"Mar- Mar, is that you?" Ugh, how I hate that name. Can't believe used to like it.

Marceline stumbled into his arms and giggled. "Heeeeyy there Ashhh." She slurred the last letter to give a drunk effect.

"I thought you hated me Mar-Mar…" Marceline caught a hint of suspicion in his voice; frowning for a split second she pressed her body against his.

"I missed ya soooo much!"

That was all it took for him to let his guard out; smiling Ash took a hold of her waist and brought her closer. "Oh yeah?"

Marceline nodded dumbly and bit her lip in embarrassment making him chuckle. "Well, why don't we go to my place and talk things over?" Giggling, she took his hand and screamed over the music, "Let's!"

Ash lead the way out of the club with a smug smile on his face. Bastard thinks he's gonna get lucky tonight. She laughed under her breath. Do I have a surprise for you buddy.

"Good thing I live near the club, huh babe? That way the mood is not ruined." He wiggled his eyebrows in what he must have thought was a sexy move. Trying to suppress her gagging reflexes, Marceline forced a laugh out, "Oh Ash!" she punched his arm playfully.

It only took them a few minutes to arrive at the run down condo Ash called home, "Home sweet home!" He said as he opened the door. Marceline lingered at the door way and sure enough, the moment he took a step in he was welcomed by two strong pair of arms that dragged him in deeper. It's show time. She smiled, stepping inside.

"What the glo-" His scream was cut off short by a punch in the gut.

"Tsk." Marceline said tossing her drunken façade aside. "Oh Ash." She said while closing the door behind her.