A/N: Sorry for not updating! I was reading the Divergent trilogy, and it swallowed me whole. :)

Chapter 19- Fiona's Point of View

I set the small bag on the ground next to me and knock on his door, pounding only twice before the door jerks open and Marshall Lee stands in front of me, grinning. But something in his eyes, the way they look at me, is different. He takes my bag and holds the door open for me.

"Hey," I greet him, but when I turn around he locks his lips with mine, which surprises me at first, but then I kiss him back. He reaches for my hat and gently removes it, causing a thud when all of my hair hits the floor. It's been snowing lately, so I let my hair grow back, longer and thicker. Marshall starts running his hands down my spine, stopping at the small of my back. I wrap my arms around his neck, and we stand there for a while, but all too soon he pulls away, leaving us just in an embrace. (Embrace, what an intimate word.)

"Hey," Marshall replies, and I grin. "I hope you packed enough clothes; that's an awfully small bag."

"In case you haven't noticed, according to you, I'm only staying one night. I didn't need to bring my whole wardrobe," I reply cooly. He laughs and releases me, carrying my bag and hat, and leads me down an unfamiliar hallway and up another ladder into an unfamiliar bedroom. I look around; not much, but there are a lot of books with locks on them. And a lot of unopened packing boxes. He sets my things in a chair and turns to me.

"This is Marcy's new room, but she said you could use the bed. She said not to go through her stuff, but I guess you'd already assumed that," Marshall explains. I nod, and after a few moments of silence, he clears his throat, an action I've never seen before.

"What do you wanna do now?" I ask, and a devious smile appears on his face. I bite my lip as he grips my arms and whispers in my ear.

"I don't think we're quite there yet," Marshall whispers, and I blush. My cheeks are still bright red when he looks at me, and he smiles. "Let's go downstairs, alright?" he asks thoughtfully, and I nod.

So once we were downstairs, I look around the living room, and everything is absolutely spotless and tidy. I smile and shake my head. "The maid came a bit early for spring cleaning. Or really late."

"That's what Marcy said, which kind of scares me," he sighs, then continues. "I cleaned up the place because, you know, I'm a vampire and I float, so the floors aren't a big concern of mine. Or the furniture. I just didn't want you sneezing the whole time you were here, and I don't want you sleeping in a dump."

"Oh, Marshall, that's so kind of you," I say, hugging him. "Cake left," I mutter against his chest.

Marshall holds me at arm's length and looks in my eyes. "Really? What happened?"

I sit down on the couch, and this time Marshall sits next to me, holding my hands.

"Well, last night Cake told me that she wanted to get serious with Lord Monochromicorn. So, today she packed up her things and left to live with him. But I think there's something she's not telling me."

Marshall nods his head. "What do you think she's not telling you?"

"Marshall, I think she's pregnant." The vampire's eyes grow wide and he runs his hand through his hair.

"Um, okay, that's not what I was expecting in the slightest. But that would be good if she was pregnant, right? I mean, you would be an aunt. I could be the uncle."

Well, if I wasn't blushing hard enough before, I am now. I bite my lip when he says uncle. "It would be awesome if Cake really was pregnant. But what bothers me is that she didn't tell me. I'm her sister, and we've never kept secrets before."

"You know, Fiona, I think as you get older and Cake's relationship with Lord M. gets more serious, you're going to drift apart a little. It's not a bad thing, but it's something you'll have to get used to," Marshall says. I nod, surprised by his sudden wisdom.

"Thanks, Marshall. I know I can always count on you to be there," I say, smiling. He smiles in return then leans in and kisses my forehead.

"I do not know where those wise words came from," he confesses, and I laugh. As I open my mouth to say something, a loud roar resonates from above us. Marcy's room. I cover my mouth with my hand to prevent myself from screaming. I glance at Marshall; he's getting up.

"Damn," he mutters, then looks at me. " Look, I've got to tie some loose ends upstairs. I want you to wait in my room. I would die if anything happened to you." He kisses me briefly then floats upstairs, cursing under his breath. Reluctantly I do what he says: I go up the latter into his room, sit on his bed, and wait. Most boring five minutes of my life. As I wait I hear roars, a loud and sickening crack, then silence. After a few minutes Marshall floats into the room, panting.

"Just a spider," he jokes, landing on the bed next to me. He lies on his back and breathes heavily.

"One hell of a spider," I reply. My hands rush to my mouth as I realize what I'd just said. Marshall laughs, and I lie down beside him. We're inches apart. "That was the first time I've ever said a bad word," I confess. He strokes my cheek with his thumb.

"My, Fiona, what has gotten into you?" Marshall teases. "There's a first time for everything, you know." He kisses me lightly, but I kiss him back. Somehow after a moment I'm on my back, my arms wrapped around Marshall, and he's on top of me, still kissing me. My hands slide to his waist and rest at the hem of his shirt. I muster the courage to slip my fingers beneath his shirt. Marshall already has his hands inching up my back, but he stops at the bottom of my rib cage. This is a side of him I've never seen before, and I find myself liking it. This is a side of me I've never seen before. Finally he's rolls off me to breathe, and we lie there.

"Marshall?" I ask.

"Yeah?"

"That was amazing," I say, blushing. He chuckles, turning to face me.

"That wasn't even the best part." Once again, my blush deepens, causing him to laugh again. I roll my eyes and stand up. "Wait! Uh, Fiona, you can't sleep in Marcy's room tonight." I turn to face him and lift my eyebrows.

"Oh? Why not?" I ask.

"Er, because there's a dead demon in there," he replies sheepishly. It's my turn to laugh.

"Marshall, I've been near dead things before, I really don't mind sleeping there." I make my way to the ladder, but before I climb down, a hand grips my wrist.

"Fiona, there was a portal in Marceline's room that I thought was closed and forgotten. Turns out I was wrong, because something got through it. I closed the portal this time, but I'm not taking any chances. Especially with you." I look at Marshall, and his eyes are filled with concern, his voice heavy with deep seriousness. I breathe out, trying to relieve the tension created.

"Then where am I going to sleep? There's only one bed, and the couch is as hard as a rock... oh," my voice becomes faint as I realize what's going on. Marshall smiles and kisses my cheek, the tip of his nose brushing my ear.

"I'll go get your things," he whispers, his voice sending shivers up my spine.

A/N: Hm, the end of part one. Part two will surely make you blush, eh? Ha ha. Anyway, when I think of Marshall, I think of Black Butler's Sebastian Michaelis. He just pops in my head. So the way I depict this vampire might be different, but whatever. Again, sorry for not updating, and watch out for part two! :)