A/N: Hope you enjoyed our little time away from Fiona and towards Bubba (Prince Gumball)! I got this really cool Sting (Hobbit) letter opener, and The Ring (Eek!). So, yeah, my birthday was awesome, if you're into that kind of stuff. I FEEL LONELY! It's been such a long time since I've gotten a review, and I miss you guys! (That sounded weird, I guess.) Please review, and if you don't like my story, use CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. It's a form of criticism that tells me how to make it better without taking my heart and crushing it. I will acknowledge all reviews (unless, of course, you're a guest). Well, here's Fiona's life.

Chapter 15- Fiona's Point of View

I shut the door, exasperated after dealing with Flame Prince. After he went into my room and looked out my window, I finally - with patience - persuaded him to leave, and told him I would talk to him later. Now I just needed to find Marshall, and hope he hadn't seen anything.

But hear me out; I wasn't guilty about what had happened, but I could definitely see how someone could misinterpreted the situation. The window wasn't always the best view for these things. So, I pulled on my sweater and backpack and ran to Marshall's house, leaving footprints in the snow.

When I reached Marshall's house in the cave, I knocked on his front door. Silence; more silence. Grabbing Marshall's secret hideaway key, I sighed and unlocked the door, pushing it I stepped inside, the rooms were so dark you couldn't see your hand, so i got down on the floor and crawled to Marshall's bedroom ladder. Thankfully I didn't hit anything; I started to climb Marshall's ladder. He was probably sulking in a corner, or on his bed, which made my hearts speed up a bit, although I'm not sure why.

When I reached the square opening which served as a door to his bedroom, my ears were met with a beautifully sorrowful tune, followed by beautifully sorrowful singing.

My heart is screaming; my hopeless cries meaningless to her

For he is coming; running to her side, to take my place

I'm just one man; I'm just one man alone

I must sum up my strength; I must live alone

I'll run, run, as fast as I can; the flame is coming to take her hand

I must live without my one and only, while he gazes upon her

I covered my face, now certain that he saw everything. But I must have made a noise, because in a split second Marshall's axe-bass was two inches from my throat.

"Who are you-" Marshall suddenly stopped, getting a good look at my face. He withdrew his bass. "Fiona?" I nodded, and he pulled me up, wrapping me in an embrace. I was surprised at first, but eventually hugged him back, burying my face in his soft black hair. We were like this for some time when he finally let me go, and I sat on the bed; he was floating in front of me, sitting Indian-style. His eyes were wide with alarm.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked as he watched me rub my neck. I shook my head; it was just a nervous habit.

"Marshall, I'm sorry, Flame Prince-" I began, but he put a finger to my lip.

"Fiona, I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at that cowardly b****** for disrespecting the boundaries I had set. You and I are dating, and he needs to learn to live with that," Marshall explained, dropping his gaze to my hands. I was surprised at his sudden language and hatred towards Flame Prince, but I nodded my head, understanding.

"I thought he was you for a second, that's why I-um, yeah, he needs to learn his boundaries," I replied awkwardly. He bursted into laughter at my response, holding his stomach and falling to the floor in giggles. Of course, my warrior instincts kicked in, so I knelt beside him and held him, first panicked but then I realized he was laughing, so I blushed. He didn't seem to care, sitting up and wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

'You're a charmer, Fiona human," he chuckled, quoting Cake. "You know, the ball's in three days. You got a dress?"

"If you've got a tux," I joked, and he smiled, shaking his head.

"I'm wearing a blood-red suit; I'm letting you know so we can match," he said, and I rolled my eyes. "What?"

"Yeah, like I'm gonna wear red," I said, and he clicked his tongue.

"I have a deal," he proposed, flashing a vampire grin. I eyed him suspiciously.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mm-hm. You wear the color of your choice, you spend the night at my house," he answered, and my jaw dropped.

"You expect me to have sex with you after a week of us dating?" I mocked.

"No, didn't you hear me? I said you'd have to spend the night at my house; nothing about sex there. But since you brought it up..."

"Heck no!" my cheeks were deep red now, I could tell by the way Marshall stared at them. "You're hungry. Go eat something." He rolled his eyes at me, then got up.

"Fine," he sighed, floating down to the kitchen. I followed him down the ladder, watching him suck the red from three apples.

"I better go," I said after he was done. He looked at me, sadness in his eyes. I looked away.

"Okay. Just one thing Fiona," Marshall said, cupping my face. i looked up at him.

"Yeah?" I asked, and he smiled, nodding. He kissed me.

"Don't light any more candles."

A/N: Amian Forever, I'm glad you like my story so far. So, about that "b******" thing, I know some of you readers are younger and don't need to be learning this word. I just thought it would be something Marshall Lee would say. Anyway, now that it's Christmas break and there's no school, I'll be updating more often. Yay! So, hope you enjoyed this chapter; I had many versions of it (most of them involving the bed in the bedroom). But I thought, "screw it with the making out! Let's have an intellectual bonding!" Yeah, and this deal... very suspicious. :)