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Marshall's POV:
Marshall jammed out in his house for a couple of hours and decided to take a break. He floated to his kitchen and pulled out a big slice of watermelon. Instead of just sucking the red out he ate it. It's not often he gets to actually consume his food, and watermelon is something he could actually eat. 'Might as well do a load of laundry, and clean up a bit.' He thought to himself looking at the living room. After a few loads of laundry was done and the living room back to normal he was now feeling a nap. Besides, last night he slept with the wolves for only a couple hours. Marshall pulled back the sheets and actually got into bed. It didn't take long for him to dream.
"Big words for someone who is MY prisoner." They strap my father to a chair that magically appeared from thin air. "Hope you enjoy this little show you've earned. I will enjoy it more than you, I promise." He says walking to my sister lust filling his voice.
"Keos, are you going to leave us some?" the taller of the two men asks.
"Yea, come on Keos, we helped get this party started." The shorter man says in a whining tone.
The leader, Keos, glares back at the two men. The men jump and drop to their knees. Keos smiles and replies looking my father in the eyes, "I don't share. You two can share when I'm done."
Keos kneels down in front of Marcie, blocking her from my view. He takes out a big bowie looking knife and cuts her shirt open. Marceline must have woken up during that because I could hear her whimper.
"Marcie, don't cry or scream baby! That's what he wants!" dad yells trying to free himself.
One of the men takes a knife out and stabs his shoulder. Not even flinching from pain my father hits the man in the face with his head; making the man fall backwards. The taller man takes out what looks like a bladed whip. He whips it around my father's chest and arms, and pulls it tight enough for all the blades to pierce skin. My father growls at the man. The other man got off the floor punching him in the face and then ripping the knife out of his shoulder. He stabs him again, this time in side. My father shows no pain, only looks defiantly into their eyes and then back to my sister. I look over to my sister as well.
"Why are you doing this?" she squeaked out.
Keos laughs at her. "Because offspring such as you shouldn't exist. Ask your outcaste father. Don't you know child? That's why he left his own realm. When your demon mother got pregnant with you he ran away like a coward. Your bitch mother followed him here. Your parents should not even be. It's an abomination.. a threat, and we found out. Even with living in a neighboring realm we have eyes on this side. We can't allow you to exist. Any offspring that demon and your bastard father produce must be terminated. But don't worry… I will make sure you enjoy your last moments of life."
"Marceline.." dad couldn't finish his words. The short man punched him again.
I closed my eyes, but I could hear.
"Scream little girl. Doesn't it hurt? No? You must love it." Keos says and I hear my sister quietly sob.
I open my eyes in disbelief. My dad is struggling to free himself while taking stabs and punches from the men. He was covered in his own blood. His eyes locked on me and he whispered something. I guess it was a masking spell, because it looked as though a haze covered me.
"Scream!" Keos demanded.
Keos now has her bent over on her hands and knees now facing my father. She's naked, bloody and her face is twisted in pain. The man cuts her side and she cries out in pain as he flings his filthy self into her. I close my eyes for what seems like hours and open them. Keos tosses my sister to the side.
"Help yourselves gentlemen." He says evilly to the other two men, smirking at my father.
The men take out short knife blades from their belts with wicked smirks.
"Thank you sir." They say in unison walking towards my sister.
Marshall jumped awake hitting onto the floor panting, covered in sweat, and tears streaming down his face. He punches the floor repeatedly, screaming. He stops, caving over sobbing.
"Why?! Why must I relive that?!" he screams out, his voice echoing.
Silence was his only answer. He stayed on his knees for a little while staring into nothing and blacking out. He would have completely blackened out, but something caught his attention. His blood was starting to feel warm and tingly.
"Fionna?" he whispered coming out of the tunnel of blackness. Away from the control of the demon and darkness.
Marshall blinked his eyes focusing. It was Fionna, the light in his world. She was holding the guitar her gave her. Fionna doesn't know this, but, the blood red color she loves so much in her guitar is actually his own blood. When she played it or held it, the Vampire always knew. Marshall had planned on telling her, so she would know how much she meant to him. But every time he tried to tell her, he couldn't. So, here it is three years later and she still has no clue.
"She's not playing it. She is just holding it. Her warmth feels so good." He said floating up and into the shower.
Marshall doesn't even wait for the water to warm up. He uses vampire speed to take his cold shower, towels, and get dressed. Blue and Black flannel button up, dark blue skinny jeans, and red converse. Quickly styles his hair, grabs his axe bass and umbrella heading out the door. It didn't take long for him to figure out where he should go. Fionna almost always went to the lake to play. He hears her strumming out a tune. Instead of announcing his presence he turns himself invisible. He goes under the tree into the shade and closes up the umbrella hiding it in the tree. His breathing stops listening to her sing. Her voice is amazing.
"Are you singing about me with your beautiful angel voice?" Marshall whispers out loud.
Fionna looks stunning as she finishes up her song. The night sky and stars surrounding her, HIS Fionna. If only she knew how much he loved her. The Vampire King himself gave her his blood as a gift. Sure the guitar was part of it, but it was more than that. It was him showing he cared enough for her to bleed. To bare pain for her, and give her anything.
'You help the darkness stay away. I forget my pain and loneliness. Somehow I forget I'm a monster when I'm with you.' His thoughts then switched to his memory that appeared in his dream.
It was a little different than before. Clearer. He had never remembered Keos's words so clearly before.
'What did he mean outcast? My father lived in a village. He was respected. Why was being with my mother wrong?' He wasn't sure what to think.
While Marshall was remembering this he floated into the tree branches making them rustle.
"Marshy?" Fionna asked barely above a whisper.
This brought the vampire's attention to the little blonde human immediately. He turned himself visible again.
"Yep, it's me. Marshy? You having a bad day?" he asked floating on his back with his hands behind his head.
Marshall lowered himself beside Fionna, trying to act like his usual self. She was clearly feeling a little emotional to use Marshy. That was used back when things were bad due to that dick head Flame Prince. Fionna sighed.
"Well, things have be confusing me lately. Like, PG today. And, I ran into FP yesterday."
"Wait, what? What did PG do! And what the hell is FP here for?!" Marshall was jealous but protective.
"Well, FP was out in the rain, so –"
"Don't tell me you helped that ass hole! After her tried –"
"I couldn't leave him! He would have died!" Fionna screamed.
"He deserves worse." Marshall said in a harsh hissing voice.
"I'm a hero. It's against my code." Fionna said tears stinging her eyes.
Marshall softened up. 'For the Vampire King you sure are soft for this little human.' He shooed that thought.
"Fi?"
"….. yeah?" she sniffled.
"What did PG do now?" he questioned deciding to hit the subject of Flame Prince after.
"Oh.. He was more affectionate today than usual."
Marshall growled to himself at the thought of that pansy touching HIS Fionna.
"How do you mean?" he asked trying to get more information.
Fionna put her hand on her chin making a thinking face.
"Well, he let me help in his private kitchen today. He hugged me.. and…" Fionna's face began to flush. "He basically told me he has always liked being close to me, and now that I'm older it's okay…." Fionna's face got even redder.
Marshall was growing with fury. With the way she was getting red he knew there was more.
"What else?" he asked trying to not show his anger.
"….." Fionna sighed, looking up at a very impatient vampire face. She blurted it out "He asked if he could kiss me!" She covered her mouth. She basically yelled it.
Marshall clenched his jaw. "Did you?" he looked down. If she had, he didn't want to look her in the face. He wouldn't want to show his pain.
"Marshall.. NO!" she answered. "Dude, I didn't know what to think. I didn't want to do something I would regret later. Plus, he still broke my heart and was a dick about it."
Marshall smiled with relief. 'THANK GLOB!'
"Did this make you have feelings for him, though? Or are you unsure on how to tell him you don't feel the same?" Marshall was now using his usual voice. 'Remember Marshy, you're her friend and she needs you right now. Not a jealous guy.' He told himself.
"I don't know what to think right now. How am I supposed to feel? It's like, I don't know." She sighed. "All I know is I have feelings that are being messed with right now. And now PG has the music party the day after tomorrow. I promised to be there and sing."
"You could skip out and hang out with me." Marshall suggested hopeful. Plus, I didn't get an invitation."
"It's an open party. Plus, when does Marshall Lee the VAMPIRE KING let such a thing as an invitation keep him out of the party? A music party at that?" Fionna questioned in a teasing voice.
"You have a point, bunny." Marshall answered floating close to her neck letting his fangs drop.
Fionna quivered. That kiss changed things for some reason. Between her legs burned a little, and her blood warmed. Fionna felt a weird new mood come over her. She felt like acting flirtatious. It made her feel… hot?
'Is this the feeling Cake told me I would get when I got older? I almost wanna act a little bad. Not in a harmful way…. Different.' She wasn't sure what to think.
"Hey, I was thinking we could write a song and sing it for the party." She said trying to push her urges off.
Marshall Lee, of course noticed and raised an eye brow thinking it over. Then he got the perfect idea.
"Okay bunny. But, I want you to sing with me and my band at the Nightosphere. That way you know what a real music party is." He answered sticking his lizard tongue out.
"You have a deal, Vampire King." Fionna answered pretty confident.
"Let's go work on this song." He said picking her up bridal style.
Fionna wrapped her arms around Marshall's neck. They flew to his cave not speaking. When they walked into the house Marshall went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He pulled out two Cherry sodas and tossed one over to his human company. Fionna caught it with ease. They both pop the tabs at the same time, taking some satisfying gulps.
"So Fi, what are you going to sing?"
"Not gonna tell ya, dude. You have to wait." Fionna says winking one eye.
"Come on, tell me." He says disappearing and re appearing in front of her face upside down, making a puppy face.
Fionna pushes his face away giggling. "No."
Marshall grabs her hand and puts his feet on the floor. Before she pulls away he pulls her forward into himself. He quickly holds her arms to her side to restrain her.
"Just sing me a small part?" he whispers seductively close to her ear.
Fionna heats up at the heat of his breath on her ear and his tone. She blushes as she turns her head.
"Marshall Lee! No, not even one verse! No let go. Don't be a wingus!"
Marshall sighs an okay and lets go. As soon as he did she turned and punched his chest. It didn't hurt him, but it was done to stress her point.
"Let's get started!" Fionna said excited, and with that they did.
They jammed out and laughed all night into early morning. By the time they finished up the song it was around three am. Fionna yawned, feeling a little sleepy.
"Hey Fi, you want to go to sleep?" Marshall asked noticing that she was getting tired. He forgets that humans need more sleep than vampires.
"No, let's just chill and talk for a bit."
"Okay, what about?" Marshall remembered then the Fire looked over to Fionna who was laid on the floor. She was already falling asleep. "Hey Fi, I have a couch ya know." He said shaking her shoulder.
"The floor is more comfy." She said sleepily.
"There's no way I'm going let you sleep on the floor." He said picking her up.
"Marshall, no. I said I don't wanna sleep on the couch. It's not comfortable." She whined.
"I'm not taking you to the couch. You're going to sleep in my bed." He answered
Fionna woke up when he said that.
"B- but where will you sleep?"
"I'll just sleep on the couch."
"No, don't do that. I would feel bad."
"It's okay, it's not like I'm not going to just float. The couch won't bother me." He said winking with a smirk.
"No, you should sleep in your bed. I'll sleep on the couch instead of the floor."
"Nope, too late. You are going to sleep in my bed, that's final."
"I refuse to take your own bed from ya, dude." Fionna's voice was firmer.
Marshall got to his room and dropped her on his bed.
"Alright, fine. We will both sleep in my bed. That solves the dilemma."
Fionna thought about it, still sitting on his bed. 'Well, his bed is really comfy. Aaaand we have snuggled up before. It's not like something will happen.."
Marshall was expecting her to refuse, but she simply answered. "Alright." He was pleasantly surprised. Fionna took her shoes and socks off pulling the sheet and blanket up. Before laid down she looked up to Marshall who was floating beside the bed.
"Gezz Marshy, you look like a perv watching me like that." She said sticking her tongue out.
Marshall blushed, because he realized she was right. He dropped down stealing her bunny hat.
"You're not allowed to sleep with your bunny hat on. Plus, don't you want pj's?" he asked will blushing.
"I don't have any with me. I don't even have my back pack with me."
Marshall remembered.
"I'll get you something comfy to wear." He said floating to his drawers opening one. He found her a black t-shirt and gym shorts. "Here ya go", he said floating back to her.
Fionna got up and changed in the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and brushed her hair out. She also used the mouth wash on his counter. When she was done she walked out to see that Marshall had changed as well. Now he wore a black tank and black gym shorts. He looked hot. Fionna blushed climbing into the bed. Marshall floated above the other side of the bed.
"Fi, don't get mad, but I want to ask you as question."
"I'll try to not get mad." Fionna hesitantly answered.
"What happened when you ran into Flame Prince?"
Fionna sighed. "I saved him, and waited with him until he woke up to be sure he wouldn't die. He woke up and apologized about before. He tried to get back with me."
Fionna sounded sad again, and he wanted to kill that stupid flame jerk.
"No one would have blamed you if you had left him to die."
"I know. I know that. But I would have known, and I don't want to be bitter like that." Fionna said sadly.
Marshall hated seeing her said like that. The way Flame Prince almost took the Fionna he knew away tormented him. He let himself float down onto the bed facing Fionna who was facing the other way. He put his hand on her shoulder.
"Fi.. I should have been with you that day. I knew he was turning evil, and I didn't do anything. I.."
"No, don't do that." Fionna said tears stinging her eyes. "No one knew that he would do that."
"I could have protected –" His words interrupted by Fionna.
"Marshall! Stop! You didn't know. Cake didn't know. I didn't know. I didn't know he would try to force me. It's my fault."
That made Marshall angry. "Your fault?! Fi fi! What are you talking about!? Don't ever say that again! It was NOT your fault! He said instinctively pulling her into his arms.
Fionna started to sniffle as Marshall held her close. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her against himself. Burying his face into the hair by her ear, he tried to comfort her.