A/N: Omg people. I KNOW it has been like forever since I updated. And bad news for those reading my other story "In the Land of Eee" I had like a serious writers block crisis and it is now being put on hold. D: -pf- Sorrryyy. But I'm trying to get into this story because I want more then anything for Marci and Marshy to be together and tbh I like Marceline more than Finn... v.v BUT ANYWAYS. I'll be putting all my effort into this story from now so expect chapters more often! Sooo enjoy this chapter I know I love it. I slaved over it for two days... :D FOR YOU GUYS! So you know show a little love and leave something for me in the review box. Orr you can tell your friends about this story and get them to follow it! :D Thanks! Enjoy! Oh and Happy Holidays ;)! 2013!

"Memory of what?" Finn asked.

"Of… Marshall Lee." I answered slowly.

"Who?" Jake said coming into the room with a new cup of tea.

"Marshall Lee, the vampire king… Apparently I knew him when I was younger before I moved here." I said trying not to look at Finn's face, scared of the question I knew was coming.

"How can there be a Vampire King? You're not married are you?" Finn questioned, I cringed.

"Um, his uh, mom I guess used to be the ruler of the Night O' sphere before my dad." I glanced up and caught Finn's eye. He seemed to be in deep thought.

"Doesn't that mean that you're… like… supposed to marry him or something?"

"Finn I don't know. I don't remember him at all, that's why we need to go pay a visit to Ash to see what's true and what's not."

"Alright then, that's mathematical. It's like one of those mystery books I found in the junkyard." Finn said almost dreamily.

"Finn! I told you not to read those! That's not real life! It's not always a happy ending." Jake yelled.

"Okay, okay." I snapped. "Are you guys coming or not? I don't think it's a good idea for me to go alone, who knows what that psycho would do?"

"Totally, Marci, Me and Jake got your back. It's adventure time!"

"Whoa, no. We'll leave in the morning I need my beauty sleep." Jake argued.

"Yeah, Yeah okay dude. Not that SLEEPING is gonna help that face." Finn joked. Jake apparently didn't hear the comment as he simply sighed and got into his bed.

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When we arrived at Ash's place it was about high noon and my face was hurting because of the brutal wind.

"So… do you want us to like break the door down or something, Marci?" Finn asked raising his sword.

"No, let's try not to make him angry. Maybe he'll cooperate." I raised my pale arm to the door and knocked.

Nothing.

I knocked again, this time harder. The door flew open and a tall figure with bone white hair and blue skin, Ash, stood there holding a glass with some type of alcohol in it. He looked completely stoned and smelled like he hadn't showered in weeks. My nostrils flared at the smell.

"Ugh, Marceline. Back to have your damn friend step on me again?" He slurred.

"Nope. Just here to ask some questions." I said placing a small smile on my face despite the smell. Now was a time I wished I didn't have heightened smell.

"Whatever. Come in, I guess." He droned, turning around and walking back into his house. Our trio followed and the smell inside was even worse than him. Trash and liquor bottles lined the floor and in the trash small bugs crawled around.

He led us to his couch and slumped down on to it. I cautiously sat next to him to try to seem more inviting, I would have to make this fast, his smell this close up was intoxicating. And not in a good way.

"What the hell did you want to ask me Marceline? I'm not much up for talking at the moment." He snapped.

"Well I guess to make this quick I'm gonna just ask what I cam to ask. Did you take a memory of mine? Without me knowing it?" I heard a "shhhhwip!" sound and looked over to the guys, Finn had taken out his sword and began shining it on his lap. Jake morphed his hand into a spiked bat thingy and beat it against his had menacingly.

"Well why would I ever want to do something like that sugarplum?" He said in still in his drunken stupor not noticing Finn and Jake preparing to beat him down for information.

"Just answer the question." Finn ordered. Ash gave him the death glare and conjured up a small flame in his fingertip.

"Probably. Maybe. Why?" He said narrowing his eyes.

"Because I have reason to believe you took a very important memory of a person close to me and I want it back." I growled.

"Suppose I did take this memory… And I did give you it back. What's in it for me?" He asked waggling his white eyebrows.

"Uhh, how about a kiss?" I sneaked a glance at Finn to see that he was looking at me both curious and horrified.

"Nah, Marci I'm gonna need a little more than that. Something valuable."

"Okay… How about one of my guitars?"

"Now you're talking. Okay to specifics now. Which memory do you want back?" He asked smoothly gulping down more of his drink. I narrowed my eyes.

"Are you implying that you took more than one of my memories?"

"Look, do you want this specific memory back or not?" He said gesturing toward my head, making his alcohol slosh nearly over the side of his cup. I huffed, but nodded my head.

"I want back the memory of Marshall Lee." The flame in his fingertip grew brighter as his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't know who you're talking about. I never took a memory of whoever that douche bag is." He said sharply.

"Uh-huh but you're growing fury is telling me otherwise. Give me back the memory."

"I don't what you're talking about." He said struggling to show indifference to the subject. I narrowed my eyes and turned to Finn and Jake across from us.

"Guys, go wait outside." I snarled.

"But what about-" Finn started.

"GO." I hissed, showing my fangs. They obeyed quickly and scrambled through the trash piles to the front door.

"So, let me ask you a different question. Why did you take my memory of him?" Ash's finger flame grew even larger slightly alarming me.

"I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT." He yelled and slammed his drink down on to his coffee table causing it to shatter and the nasty smelling liquid went everywhere.

"I'M TALKING ABOUT MARSHALL LEE YOU SCUMBAG." I screamed back and got up from the couch.

"FINE. You want the truth, babe? Because when I first met you all you thought about was him, all you talked about was him, all you cared about was him. And for a guy like me trying to get in your pants, he began to get really, really annoying. So one night when I talked you into coming here I took your memory of him and crushed it. Like a fucking cockroach. And by the way babe, that was the night where you finally did let me get in your pants." So many emotions were running through my mind when he finished talking. Hate, resentment, understanding, surprise, shock, glee, desperation.

I focused hard to keep my voice steady. "Okay. Fine. But we're not dating anymore, and you're definitely not getting in my pants anytime soon… So why don't you hold up to your end of the deal and give me my memory of him back?"

"You know what, fine. If it'll get you out of my face sooner than I'll do it." Ash huffed then murmured some more wizardy stuff and the flame on his finger turned into a blue ball. And as the ball expanded it began to grow a hazy image… the image cleared and I could see me as a little vampire holding my Hambo cheerfully. And next to me was a sea-foam green vampire with another Hambo that had a small little ribbon tied on to its arm that was attached to mine. Ash then flung the ball towards my face where it then flew like a ghost into my head.

For a moment all I saw was blue. Then the memories started to fill my eyes.

Marshall and I meeting, Our Hambo's, The time at the beach, the dreaming of him, the day I told him I was moving away, the hurt on his face when I said I hated him, the sadness when I left him…. A single tear slipped down my face.

"Thanks." I squeaked then quickly floated out of his house. My mind was getting crowded with thoughts of Marshall, Memories of Marshall, Everything about Marshall. The way he'd tease me, that cocky grin he got when he did, the feel of his breath tickling my skin, and the scent of him… strawberries mixed with pain and evergreen. My legs quivered and I struggled not to fall into the nasty trash under me. I burst through the door into the now setting day sky. I saw Finn and Jake sitting out on the grass talking, they got up quickly when they saw me come out of the house.

"Marci! What hap-…. Why do your eyes look like that?" Confused I touched my face and looked at my hand. Red liquid covered my fingers. 'What the hell?'

"I gotta go. I'll tell you guys what happened later." With that I took off flying... In the direction of 312 Nightfall Avenue.

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I landed just in front of his house the him I had fought so hard not to love. The him that forced me to break my heart, and his. I went up to the door and knocked a little more loudly then I intended to. The same mystery guy answered except this time he seemed more awake.

"Ah… You again." This time he looked me up and down a little slower than before. I had on a red t-shirt with a black and red scarf, my sun hat, blue shorts, and black laced boots.

"He's in his room." Mystery guy said and opened the door wide enough for me to come in. I floated quickly to the room with the familiar "Marshall Lee" on the front. I debated in my mind whether or not to knock. 'I definitely want him to be surprised so I guess I'll just walk in." I pushed open the door to see Marshall sitting on his bed with his back to me, he had his base in his hands. He began strumming and singing a song;

"This is it

Welcome to my funeral

Without you I don't even have a pulse

All alone it's dark and cold

With every move I die

Here I go

This is my confessional

A lost cause

Nobody can save my soul

I am so delusional

With every move I die…

I have destroyed our love, it's gone.

Payback is sick

It's all, my fault."

Before he could continue I cleared my throat loudly, he spun around aware of an audience.

"Mar- Mar?" He asked, eyes wide. He moved over to me slowly and brushed a red tear from my face.

"Uh… I lied… About the, uh, red tears. A warlock did put a curse on me… But that wasn't the curse." He stuttered. And I suddenly felt such a fury bubbling inside me I felt angry enough to explode.

"I hate you." I growled. And when he was about to say something I smacked him hard enough to leave my hand imprint on his cheek.

"I love you." I whispered and pressed my lips to his acting on the want that I've been wanting for so long. To kiss my sexy vampire. He backed away after a moment and looked at me in confusion.

"Mar-Mar?" He breathed. To silence him I kissed him again more deeply this time.

Hey! Keep it teen rated guys. -.o Hehe. Sooo Did you guys like? Let me know! If you have any questions I'm going to start answering them in my before chapter Author notes! Thanks for reading sorry for the really long wait _ Busy... with stuff.. and you know.. My usual laziness. Lol. PLEASE REVIEW! And awww Marcilee! c; Aren't they such a cute couple? xD