BLOOD LUST

Chapter four

"Marshall, PLEASE" Morgan begged as he backed up, "Don't do this, please! Whatever I did, I'm sorry!" Morgan felt him back up into the cold wall and he flinched in pain. His body was bruised and scratched, both of his eyes were blackened, and blood spilled from his nose. "Please," he continued. "You've gone too far, Marshall!"

Marshall continued to walk towards Morgan, both of his fists were clenched, his shirt was tattered and ripped, and his eyes flared red with anger. Behind Marshall, was a small village, engulfed in red flames. The sounds of cries surrounded them, ringing in their ears.

"You look so pathetic." Marshall Lee mumbled as he stared into Morgan's terrified eyes with a pleased expression on his face. Marshall Lee then slammed his fist into Morgan's face, causing Morgan's body to slide down from the wall onto the floor. Morgan coughed up blood and looked up at the pleased vampire that was standing over him.

"Please—"

"I'm afraid it ends here." Marshall laughed. He then lifted his hand into the air. "No…" The fire reflected off his sharp claws. "Stop…" Time seemed to stop and the sounds of cries grew louder and louder, Marshall's grin widened and Morgan looked down in defeat. Marshall then brought his claws down onto Morgan and everything went black. "No… No!"

" NO!" Marshall Lee's eyes shot open and immediately saw Fionna with a surprised look on her face. "Marsh…" She said as she wiped sweat off his forehead with a damp cloth. "You're okay, you just had a bad dream."

Marshall Lee sat up, holding the cloth to his forehead and scanned the room. No Morgan in sight, only Cake, relighting all the candles in the living room. He then looked down at Fionna, who was crouching along side the couch.

"How long have I been out?"

"About an hour."

"Mm." Marshall Lee sighed, and then looked up again. "Where's Morgan?"

"He left right after you got beat up."

Marshall looked away in embarrassment and blushed. Fionna then sat on the side of the couch to face him.

"Marshall, who was that guy?"

When Fionna didn't get a response, she continued to press the subject,

"Was he your friend? An enemy? …. Maybe a distant relative?"

Marshall Lee sighed loudly and frowned in frustration. "He… He was a friend…" Fionna stared at him, obviously wanting to know more than that. Marshall sighed again loudly and continued, "We were friends, and we both belonged to neighboring kingdoms. While I belonged to the Night-o-Sphere… He belonged to a kingdom called, Astareria."

"Never heard of it." Fionna said bluntly.

"That's because it burned to the ground a hundred years ago."

There was a long, awkward silence. "What caused the fire?" "Why was Morgan so upset with him?" "Did Marshall Lee have something to do with the fire?"

Fionna's head was booming with more questions, but she decided to drop the subject. She could tell by the look on Marshall's face that he didn't want to talk about it.

Suddenly, Marshall abruptly got up from the couch and made his way towards the door, "I think the sun is about to rise. So I better go."

Fionna got up and watched him as he floated out the door into the darkness.

Cake ran to the door and yelled into the sky, "Alright baby! Fly home safe!" She then closed the door and locked it. Cake turned to face Fionna and sighed. "Now, now Honey. Don't start with the pouting." Cake tugged on her skirt. "I'm sure everything will be just fine. Marsh just needs some time alone to think."

Fionna sighed and looked down at her sister. "You're probably right." She said as she patted Cake on the head. Cake yawned and snuggled up against Fionna's leg. "You know… I waited all night for you to get home."

Fionna laughed nervously, "Yeah, sorry about that."

She then picked up Cake, who was now asleep, and carried her up into their bedroom. She set Cake into bed and crawled into her sleeping bag. "Goodnight, Cake." Fionna yawned and then blew out a candle. Darkening the room.

Marshall Lee swung open his fridge. His fridge contained a bottle of ketchup, tomatoes, a couple of raw apples, and a bowl of strawberries. After scanning the inside of the fridge, he sighed annoyingly and closed the fridge door. He wasn't even hungry. He just needed something to do, something to put his mind off of what happened. It was obvious Morgan was back for revenge. And the thought of it scared Marshall. "He was such a weakling back then. And yet he took me out with just one kick to the face." Marshall Lee rubbed the part of the face where Morgan kicked him. "He has obviously gotten stronger."

As he sat on a chair in the kitchen his head resting on his hand as he thought, he heard his bass being played from the living room. Marshall closed his eyes and listened, "Man, I love that tune…" After a few seconds of listening his eyes shot open and he stood up from his chair. "My bass!" He stormed into the living ready to pounce on whoever was playing his bass, but came to a halt. There was Morgan, floating in the air strumming on the bass chords. Marshall felt a chill go down his spine. Morgan looked down at Marshall with a surprisingly innocent look on his face.

"Hey Marsh, remember this tune?" Morgan looked back down at the bass and began to strum again, but as soon as he started to play again, one of the bass strings snapped. Marshall jerked forward but quickly held himself back.

"Well," Morgan laughed. "I was never really good at playing the bass anyways."

Morgan began to carelessly swing the bass around.

"What do you want?" Marshall Lee clenched his fists and huffed angrily. "Whaaaat? You're getting mad?" Morgan floated back on his feet, leveling with Marshall. "Give me back my bass." Marshall Lee said coldly.

Morgan twirled the bass in one hand. "Why? It's just a stupid guitar." Something in Marshall snapped and he lunged at Morgan. Morgan jumped into the air, dodging his attack, and landed behind Marshall. Before Marshall could finish turning around, Morgan smashed the bass hard on the side of Marshall's head. Marshall Lee fell to the ground, holding the side of his head in pain.

"What's the matter?" Morgan swung the bass over his shoulder and walked towards Marshall. "Am I too fast for you?" Morgan kicked Marshall's side causing him to face upward towards the ceiling. Morgan lifted the bass up into the air, "AM I TAKING IT TOO FAR?" Marshall Lee barely dodged the bass as Morgan threw it down onto the floor where Marshall's head once laid.

"Morgan, STOP!" Marshall yelled as he dodged another swing from his bass. Morgan continued to swing at Marshall Lee blindly. Marshall Lee ducked and continued to back away. "I-I'm sorry!"

"Rrgh!" Morgan flung the bass towards Marshall, the ax part of the bass stuck to the wall right beside his head. Morgan then continued to walk towards Marshall Lee

"What are you sorry for, Marshall? For burning down the village I lived in? Or taking over my kingdom?"

Marshall Lee eyed the bass next to his head as Morgan spoke.

"Are you sorry for killing everyone and everything I ever loved?" Morgan was now so close Marshall could feel his cold breath on his face. "You're not sorry." Morgan said as he removed his glove from one of his hands revealing sharp pointed claws. "You don't even care." Morgan laughed and he lifted his hand into the air. "YOU DON'T CARE!" Marshall Lee quickly yanked the bass out of the wall. Then dropped to the ground, dodging Morgan's deadly claws. Marshall slid underneath Morgan, and quickly got back on his feet. Morgan spun around and lunged towards Marshall at full speed. Marshall squeezed his eyes shut and swung at Morgan. He felt the impact of the bass up against Morgan's body. Morgan hissed in pain and Marshall snapped his eyes back open to see Morgan slumped on the floor, holding the side of his torso. Morgan's hair covered his eyes and sweat rolled down his neck as he panted.

"Damn you…" Morgan whispered in pain as he slowly got back up on his feet. He slouched as he stood, his hands still covering the wound. Morgan looked up at Marshall Lee. Marshall Lee just stood there, stunned.

"I'm not going to kill you. Not yet." Morgan limped over to where his glove laid and put it back on his bloodstained hand. "I'll do exactly what you did to me." He then walked to the door and stopped, "I'm going to kill the one person you love."

"Fionna…" Marshall thought.

An evil, crooked smile formed on Morgan's face. "Fionna." Morgan then flew out of the house, leaving Marshall Lee, standing there in absolute shock.

AUGH. Ok ok I really hope that this chapter made sense, I'm sorry if it didn't. PUH-LEASE let me know what you think, review review review! THANKS!