A/N: This one isn't as long but I think it's even more sad.
The song in this part was written by my marvelous friend. You can find her at her Deviant Art: luckylulu51 or her tumblr: lucky-lulu-mc-hooves
You should really check out her art she's great. She was also instrumental in the writing of this helping me with my scattered ideas.
Marshall Lee awoke just as dusk shed it's cool ,inviting darkness upon the land of Aaa.
Crawling out of the statue Marshall Lee yawned (have you ever seen a bat yawn. Well it's adorable. )
He crawled on the statue to the tip of Fionna's sword, and hung upside down to think.
Now what he was thinking about, he was thinking about bringing Fionna back to life. Of course he could do it. He's a necromancer, but there was one problem with that. If he used necromancy to bring back Fi, she wouldn't be Fi anymore. All necromancy does is reanimate the corpse. Nothing is left of the soul who once inhabited the body. Basically it brings back the body not the soul. And what would be the use of that? He wants Fionna back. The silly bucktoothed adventurer who does anything for her friends. Who loves spaghetti and bacon pancakes. Fears the ocean and wears an adorable bunny hat. That Fionna, his Fionna.
His train of thought still on bringing Fionna back to life, he could make a deal with Death. Even though it would be really hard and he could possibly lose his immortality. It would be worth it if Fionna was alive.
He could still turn her into a vampire. That would work, it can work on freshly dead corpses. Fi is pretty fresh. Only a couple of months. Yeah. Yeah that would work. He hoped
His thinking done Marshall Lee went to go find some red,
hey a vampire has to eat. Flying as a tiny bat Marshall found an apple tree, he squeaks and dives toward the red-fruit laden tree. Landing in the branches Marshall Lee began crawling around the branches, he finds an apple and sucks it's color out. Repeating this process about 3 more times. After finishing off the color in the last apple he flew back to Fionna's grave.
Upon landing on the ground his form reverts back to normal. His bass is where he left it, on the ground at the foot of Fionna's headstone (hehe)
Sighing the Vampire King picks up the axe and sat down with his back against the cool stone as he had the night before.
"Hey bunny" Marshall Lee said quietly, his voice as soft as the caress of moonlight. "I had an idea, but I don't think anyone would like it. Not that I care about those losers, just you bunny. " His eyes were closed and his knees were drawn up to his chest. "So Fi my idea was that I could turn you into a vampire. Gumwad wouldn't let me when you were sick, he said 'you can't do something like that to her when she can't properly give you her consent' and I told him this wasn't sex, this was something that could save your life. " Marshall Lee covered his face with his hands.
With another sigh he picked up his axe and started strumming the strings with deft and practiced hands. And with that he started to sing.
"Fionna ohh Fionna
I'm afraid I have some bad news today
You are my love
You are my light
You are my sword when I need to fight
When I say I love you I hope you might, just
Forget that I'm no good for you.
You are the day and I'm the night
And I hope that you just might
Look at me and say
My darling I love you.
Do do do do. Do. Do.
Fionna, sweet, sweet Fionna
I have some bad news today
I'm a light thats burning low
A cold wind when it snows
The salt that stings your wound
My darling im no good for you.
You are the day and I'm the night
And i hope that you just might
Look at me and say, My darling I love you.
Oooo ooo. I lo-ove you. Oooo ooo.
I hope that you might love me.
And know that I lo-ove you.
Oooo ooo, ooo oo."
With this song done he sighed again. He could once again see the dawn approaching, he was going to make Fionna a vampire. He had to, he couldn't give up on her.
And with the dawn approaching once again, Marshall Lee turns into a small bat and crawls into the statue. And hanging upside down he fell asleep with the plan formulating in his mind.
As the orange sun finally sank below the horizon, the clouds turned into shades of fiery oranges, burning reds, and blushing shades of pink. The same shades of red and pink Fionna's face would turn when flustered or embarrassed. Sometimes it had seemed to Marshall that the colors of her cheeks were vibrant enough that he could drink the red right from her cheeks.
As the sun drowned Marshall Lee crawled from the statue and on the ground he returned to his normal form.
Now as thick angry storm clouds covered the rising moon Marshall Lee began digging up Fionna's grave. Using his hands as he didn't have a shovel. After a few hours at about midnight the storm broke and the sky opened up and began to cry, it's freshwater tears ran down upon the land of Aaa.
Soon after her coffin was uncovered and Marshall Lee used his vampiric strength to heft the wooden box out of the hole.
And now, he hesitated. He knew that the still, lifeless corpse of the girl he loved lay within that box. It was his fault she was dead, he could have gone against Gumball's admonitions. He could have turned her into a vampire anyway. But he didn't. It was his fault. He had to try. But seeing her corpse would make it all too real. She was dead. He wiped his muddy hands on his jeans, and sighed. It was now or never. He put the blade of his bass in the seam where the lid met the body of the coffin, by applying downward force to the butt of the axe he pried open the coffin. With a great sigh he steeled himself for what lay before him: the corpse of the girl he loved. With an intake of breath he lifted the lid of the coffin, the nails produced an ear splitting shriek as they were pulled out of the wood. And there lay Fionna, her eyes were closed and she looked serene in her eternal sleep. Tears welled up in Marshall's eyes, the flood gate threatening to break. As the rain fell cold and hard, Marshall Lee gently reached into the coffin and picked up Fionna's body by the waist. Supporting her upper body and head like one would a young infant, Marshall Lee tilted her head back exposing the skin of her neck. Opening his mouth wide, his fangs lengthen and grow sharper. Marshall Lee sinks his fangs into the neck of the last human. After waiting a few minutes, longer than it would take for Fi to become a vampire, the tears in his eyes nearly spill. As he holds the cold still corpse in his arms he bites again, and again, and again. Several more times he bites her, as he bites her cold, still corpse the tears that had been threatening begin to flow from his eyes. It's isn't working, why isn't it working. It had to work.
"No, no, no this can't be it. She can't be gone" he bit her again. "I could have done more, I should have done it sooner. I should have tried sooner. " Marshall Lee clutches Fionna's body as great sobs tear through his chest. As the rain pours his tears are lost in the freshwater downpour. "I could have saved her when she was alive. I should have ignored Gumball. I should have saved her." He sobbed openly as Fionna's head lolled back.
He was alone again. So horribly alone, with the cold cadaver that was once the woman he loved. She was gone, and he was truly alone. He stayed like that until dawn, and even then continued to clutch her to his chest sobbing.