A/N- I have a written project I'm working on, so I was going to save this story for when I finished, but alas, the amazing reviews and watches I've gotten have been enough to pursue the finishing of another chapter :) So for those who have been kind enough to leave a sign that you're watching, thanks! This is for you.
PS- If you see that there is a way for me to improve on my skills as an author, don't be shy! Let me know!
PSS- I'm trying to toggle with the settings for how the story is supposed to look. However, FP is NOT letting me. The line where Marceline awakens is supposed to have a break so it signifies a separation between actions.
It had been six days since Simone laid eyes on Marceline; since they had decided to meet again the next night.
She was always at the same location, every day, waiting to see her new-found friend once more.
And each day Marceline didn't show.
It's fine..she would tell herself over and over again. You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up like that.
Her mind carried her thoughts on into dejection, and her focus only on her heavy heart.
That is, until there was a crashing sound coming from her living room.
Hands raised in defense, ready to obliterate the intruder with her Siberian powers, Ice Queen quickly advanced into the room.
"Who dare trespass on the Ice Queen's terri-Marceline?"
The vampire looked disheveled, her hair a mess, her clothes ripped, and Simone could swear there was blood on her chin.
"Snow..." And with that, the undead woman passed out on her floor, hitting the ground with a thud.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Why did you come? How did you find this place?
Her voice of reason, implying to not abandon the weakened acquaintance, had inspired her to uplift the vampire into her arms, trying to decide where a well suited resting place would be.
You can't put a complete stranger in your bed, Simone, that would be so careless, so inelegant; and that's not you, not by a long shot.
Ignoring her unpleasant thoughts, and any pleads from the voice in her head, the Ice Queen decided to reallocate to her bedroom, letting Marceline rest there.
Quickly grabbing a blanket, she covered the windows, blocking off any chance of sunlight that could creep in.
"What happened to you, Marceline?"
Walking towards the bed to place a blanket over the unconscious woman, Simone glanced to see a yellow piece of paper sticking out of the pocket of the vampire's hoodie.
She picked up the article and examined it, wondering if this is what had gotten Marceline so upset.
The note seemed to clarify the woman's animosity.
The words "Eviction Notice" printed at the top of the page.
She regained consciousness.
Sweating from every pore in her body, the Vampire Queen jolted out of bed, unable to fathom where she was. She gazed around the room, eyes glancing upon unfamiliar territory.
"Oh! You're awake," Simone walked into the room with a tray of iced coffee. She cleared her throat. "Sorry, I know you're supposed to use coffee or tea for someone who is feeling under the weather...But..Heat isn't really my thing."
Upon seeing who had entered the room, the vampire's demeanor became wary; slightly hostile.
"Why am I here? Why the hell am I here? Did you kidnap me?"
Quickly offended, the Ice Queen glared at her guest. "Kidnap you? Yes, I kidnapped you! The person who flew into my window, nearly broke my things, and passed out on my floor. That's kidnapping."
"Oh..."
"What? Too lost for words? What were you doing here anyway?"
Marceline quickly remembered everything that had conspired between her and Bonnie.
She recalled a hurt and a torment that her still-beating heart had never previously encountered.
Princess Bubblegum had summoned the Vampire queen into her chambers; the thought of appearing sickened the undead woman to her very core. But she couldn't let their relationship die out.
The venomous words pouring out of her ex-lover's lips gave the vampire a sense of subjugation she had never felt before.
Weak, futile, impotent; it was so difficult to think how one person could make her feel so feeble with just words alone.
It almost felt as if Bonnibel had strategically invented ways to alter the very character and nature Marceline held dear.
Reality took place.
The woman who was supposed to care for her thoughtlessly and carelessly ensnared not only her feelings, but everything she owned.
"Sure, I gave a damn, but now? You think I care where you go? This isn't your place! It's mine, so grab your shit and leave!"
"Nothing. I just...I kind of figured you lived here, the place being made of ice and all...So I decided to drop by," it was the most flimsiest lie she had ever told, but there was really no true explanation why she disembarked upon this place.
"That's all, hmm? Does it have anything to do with this?" She held up the eviction notice, prompting a glare from the vampire.
"What are you doing with that? Give it back! It's none of your damn business so why do you have it?!" Rage enveloped her and she dove at the Ice Queen. However, Marceline was quickly frozen in mid-air.
"You think you can come into my castle and attack me? Fionna couldn't do it. You can't either. I saw it on you when you were passed out. So, it wasn't enough for her to fuck your best friend? She also had to kick you out of your own home? Does she really despise you that much?"
Though she was frozen solid, the woman of ice had only frozen her body, her head still intact.
"Why do I have to explain anything to you?"
"You don't. But...If you keep holding your anger in like this, you will do some serious damage to not only yourself, but those you care about as well."
"You really think I give a damn what anyone thinks?"
"Yes, I think you do. The mighty Vampire Queen is hurt because Bonnibel decided to betray her."
"Don't bring her name up again..."
"Who? Hmm? The Bonnibel that cheated on you? The Princess who took everything you secured, even though she knew it would make you homeless?"
"She might've made me homeless, but at least she didn't conjure up a damn snow storm and kill me!"
At that, Simone walked over to Marceline, breaking her out of the ice prison to grab her by the neck, slapping her ruthlessly.
"Don't you dare bring that up! What do you know? You think someone cheating on you is bad? How would you feel if you lost control of your hunger and killed your lover? Hmm?" She slammed the woman into the wall, then turned around and stormed out of the room.
"It's not my fault that you decided to ruin someone else's life!" She clamored through the closed door, deciding to stay in the room until she cooled off.
And then the whole conversation, her displeasing words included, came to light. Her mind repeating every detail of every syllable they had said to each other.
I have to go after her...I..I've been acting like a real jerk...I've been..Oh God. I've been treating her like Bonnie has been treating me.
"Fuck," Marceline gazed over at the bed she had been resting upon, taking attention to the blanket that settled where she lounged on; the sheet that covered the window to block out the sun.
"She did it all for me...To protect me...Because I'm the only one in the world who had probably ever given her a chance. The only one besides her lover...And oh Glob, I slandered the very person who saved my life..."
Quickly bolting out of the room, the Vampire Queen called the woman's name repeatedly.
"Snow!" Her own nickname for the woman cried out from her lips, a voice of true penitence underlying the regret of her previous abrasive attitude.
But the Ice Queen had vanished, her castle inhibited only by the penguins she called her children; the only family she genuinely treasured.
The sorrowful woman dashed out through the window she had entered the night before, floating high above to see all of Ooo, to find the person she had driven away: the woman who saved her life.
It was a period of time before she found the cold-hearted ruler, upon a field of grass in the pose of a warrior's stance.
When the silhouette Simone was crossing swords with came into view, the vampire's blood ran as cold as the older woman's skin.
Marceline dropped down to gaze into the eyes of the person she had come to hate. The very person she sequentially scourged; the despicable soul who tormented her existence.
"Fionna..."