Adventure Time with Fionna, Cake, and Marshall Lee!
Chapter Seven: Instinct
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Fionna figured Cake must have fallen asleep inside her backpack because her furry friend hadn't made one comment or ask a question for ten minutes. So as it stood the sixteen year old was stuck with the vampire all alone as they scaled the castle to see Marshall Lee's father. Fionna was currently on her feet instead of in the vampire's grasp, and she was working quite a cardio as she bounced up and down the steps.
"So what's the best way to confront your dad?" she asked, keeping an even breathing pace. "Approach him calmly, present it like we're swinging a deal with him, act like we're debating with him?"
Marshall laughed. "Wow, you have thought about this, haven't you?"
"Well duh! You tard! This is Aaa we're talking about, your dad could be our only hope in defeating Evangeline! This is serious!"
She was so cute when she was infuriated. Marshall shook his head and told himself to focus, Fionna and her cuteness distracted him way too much. "What was your question again?"
The adventuress growled. "What's the best tactic to approach your dad?"
"Oh. That's simple, silly Fi, we're going to attack him."
"What?"
"Yes, well I'm going to attack him. You're going to stay out of the way." Marshall popped his fangs and did an open mouth smirk to show them, "You said you'd do what I'd tell you to do, remember?"
She gave him a hard glare. "You're fangs don't scare me."
He returned her glare. "Oh really? Maybe when they're sunk in your flesh you'll change your mind about that."
"Break it up, break it up," Cake mumbled. She sounded like she was waking up from a cat nap (cats take a lot of those). A little mew was heard as she yawned and she popped her head out of Fionna's backpack. "What did Marshall do?"
The vampire scoffed. "Why are you assuming it's something I did?"
Cake laughed. "It's always something you do. You're you."
Marshall couldn't argue with that. What can he say, he was a no-good-troublemaking-punk and he was proud of it.
"He won't let me help fight his dad," Fionna blurted. "And he threatened to drink my blood!" She pointed a finger at him, "Meanie!"
He shrugged. "I've been called worse. And I threatened to sink my teeth into your flesh, not actually drink your blood."
"Is there a difference?"
"Yeah, I'm either getting a snack or I'm not."
"Cake!"
The cat was suddenly out of Fionna's backpack and enlarged herself so she blocked the hallway of the castle. This happened so quickly Marshall and Fionna smacked into his furry belly and fell over on the carpeted hallway floor. The cat glared down at them. "You two are going to behave, alright?"
"IT'S HIS FAULT!" Fionna shrieked, right at Marshall hissed, "IT'S HER FAULT!"
"Enough!" Cake hissed. "Fionna, apologize."
"For what?"
"For calling Marshall Lee a tard."
"But he is a tard!"
"DO IT."
She groaned and turned to the teenage punk beside her. "Fine, sorry." He stuck his tongue out at her defiantly and she crossed her arms stubbornly.
Cake nodded. "Marshall Lee, apologize."
He scoffed and Fionna stuck her tongue out at him. "For what?" he demanded.
"For threatening to sink your teeth into Fionna and saying my butt was big."
"But—"
"Yeah that's right! I heard you mutter it under your breath! My butt is not big, it's poofy! Apologize!"
"Sorry," Marshall Lee grumbled. But your butt is still big, he thought to himself and grinned smugly because Cake couldn't read minds.
The cat made herself to her normal size. "There. Are we all good now? Can we get on with our mission?"
Marshall Lee and Fionna didn't even bother answering, they just started to continue walking down the hallway grudgingly. Cake shook her head and started walking with them.
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"Okay, let's see, the flowers should go here in that corner. No, no, wait, the flowers should go in the center of the room. Ah, but some of the guests might have allergies or deep rooted fears about flowers. Oh I don't know where to put them!"
Prince Gumball was beyond stressed about his anniversary party. It celebrated the Candy Kingdom's glory for the past two-hundred years. He knew when he became prince he'd have duties and loyalties… protecting his candy people… maintaining good politics… running a happy kingdom… and throwing the best party Aaa had ever seen!
"Yo, PG, maybe you should like, take a break or whatever," Lumpy Space Prince suggested. "I could draw a mustache on your face, and then we'd like, match n' stuff." If you looked closely at LSP's lumpy face you'd see a few strands of chestnut colored mustache hair. LSP's mustache was his pride. Period.
Prince Gumball shook his head. "I'm much too busy. The flowers, I just can't figure out the flowers."
LSP floated over to the prince's many bouquets lined up. "You need to get daisies. Gosh."
"What? Why daisies?"
LSP took out a can of beans and started munching on them. Between chews he said, "Because like— daisies are— the flowers of death." He swallowed his bite. "And that's totally awesome."
Prince Gumball frowned. "I don't want flowers of death, I want flowers of love."
"Lame."
"How about roses? Pink roses? Miss Cupcake, can you come in here please?"
Miss Cupcake, one of Prince Gumball's servants stumbled in. "Yes?" she asked.
"Can you tell my florists I want red and pink roses?" Prince Gumball asked kindly.
"Sure!" Miss Cupcake exclaimed. She stumbled towards the door but accidentally bumped into Lumpy Space Prince. "Sorry!"
LSP's can of refried beans went flying across the room and landed on the floor. "MY BEANS!" Lumpy Space Prince screamed. He turned to Miss Cupcake, "GET OUT OF HERE YOU MUSTACHE-LESS IDIOT!"
Miss Cupcake cried and ran out of the room. Prince Gumball sighed, "We have more beans in the pantry."
LSP shrugged. "Cool."
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He stuffed her in a closet. That tard actually stuffed her in a closet! Oh she was going to kill him. She was going to make him wish he had never been born (whenever that was!). Okay, first she'd make sure to hug him, make sure he was okay, because she was honestly questioning if he would come back alright. But mark her words; Fionna was going to get Marshall Lee.
She was also a little embarrassed she was stupid enough to let him stuff her in a closet. The door was obviously too small to be the door to his father's study. She knew why he pushed her in and locked the door, it was to protect her, because in his mind it was too dangerous for her to fight his dad with him.
But did he have to choose such a small closet? She barely had enough room to turn around and a sharp object in her backpack was poking her. Cake wasn't with them when she got shoved, the three agreed to split up and Fionna went with him. Too bad, next time she's going to stick with Cake.
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He knew his son was in the castle. The true Vampire King sat on his large comfy chair and stared out into the night. He heard the door open and grinned. "Has my son come to apologize?"
Marshall Lee hissed. "Apologize? You're the one who owes me an apology, daddio!"
His father turned and faced his son. "I did nothing to you."
"Liar!" he hissed again, his fangs popping out, "You ate my fries!"
"They weren't that good. They were kind of cold."
"They were mine!"
"Oh you're so touchy-touchy Marshall Lee. But that's not the main issue between us, is it son?"
Marshall put away his fangs. "No." He started walking around his father's study, like a predator prowling the premises. "We both know what this is about."
The Vampire King laughed. "You're the one who ran away, boy. Our lifestyle was too grim, too much for you so you ran away to the wasteland Aaa. You can claim you're tough, you're strong, you're bad, but not as much as me. You're still not as strong as your old man."
His son was staring at his father with his pitch black eyes that were in rage. The Vampire King simply laughed at his son's expression. "I have to wonder however, what brings you here to visit? You must want something."
"Yes, actually," Marshall replied. "Do you remember Evangeline the Spider Queen?"
"Hmm." His dad scratched his head. "I remember she had some nice hair. Why?"
"She's attacking Aaa, dad. Forty years ago you swung a deal with her so she could take a thousand souls for her and her spider army. She's attacking my home and my friends."
He laughed. "You're so soft. You actually have friends. Ha! Yes, I recall making a deal with her and promising her a thousand souls." He laughed again. "She gave me some sweet concert tickets."
Marshall's face contorted with rage! "YOU PROMISED HER A THOUSAND SOULS FOR CONCERT TICKETS?"
"They were front row seats. Best band I've seen in awhile. I even got backstage passes, and sucked the souls from the band. It was a great 456th birthday." The Vampire King grinned, "Why so upset son? I offered to take you."
"The souls of Aaa's are NOT yours to bargain with! You cannot trade what ISN'T yours!"
"Well, I did."
Marshall released an animalistic growl of fury! He was crouched in a fighting stance and his eyes were wild, fangs popped well out of his mouth and his bat wings ripped through his shirt and opened up.
This was why Fionna couldn't be with him; because Marshall Lee was now in his animal instinct state of mind, his hunter mentality. He wasn't thinking with logic, he wasn't thinking, he was operating fully on instinct and rage. If Fionna was there and he got a whiff of her blood—her rare and sweet human blood—Marshall wouldn't trust himself. He couldn't let her near him.
"Now, now, now, son are you really wanting to fight me?"
"Take back the deal!"
"I can't. It's not like I can give her back concert tickets from forty years ago. Plus, I ate the souls of the band, haven't you been listening?"
That was it. Marshall charged at his father, his hands like claws as he slashed and attacked! The Vampire King was king for a reason, because he was the toughest creature in the Night O'sphere. He shoved his son off of him and wasted no time in transforming into a gruesome fierce looking bat!
With his father now a bat he was the size of a house, bigger in fact, and he stomped down on Marshall, crushing him with his body weight. The vampire struggled out of his grasp and managed to slip out of his stomp, taking out his axe bass that was hidden in his shirt and slamming on his father's leg.
A howl was heard throughout the castle and Marshall Lee found himself smashed against the wall with his father's fang, the sharp point digging into his leg. Marshall struggled and his instincts went wilder, much, much wilder. He bit his father that made him let go, even going as far as to draw blood from his father's wound—hit bit that hard.
Before his father could recover from the blow his banished son had his bass and slammed the sharp edge against the King's neck, sending him stumbling backwards.
Although Marshall lasted longer than anyone would have in a fight with the King, he was still outmatched. The eighteen year old vampire was thrown across the room, slamming into a wall and falling to the ground. His axe bass had cut him when he was flung and a bloody slash was across his chest.
"I smell human on you, son," his father laughed. "Where are you keeping her? She smells so sweet, so delicious. Her soul must be pure. Ooh, I love a good pure soul." The Vampire King looked down and howled in anger. His son was suddenly gone. Vanished. Disappeared. "WHERE ARE YOU?" he hissed, "RUNNING FROM A FIGHT? YOU COWARD! Where can you be, Marshall Lee! GUARDS! FIND HIM AND BRING HIM TO ME!"
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Of course she broke out of the closet. What kind of adventurer can't break out of a simple closet? It just took her some time to kick the handle in, but she did it nonetheless. As soon as she broke out she heard that blood curdling howl. Fionna immediately raced towards the sound, begging that Marshall was safe!
She knew he couldn't fight alone! She knew it!
Fionna saw Marshall Lee give into his animal instincts. She would be lying if she said he didn't scare her—because he did. She had never seen him look so—monstrous. But when Marshall had slammed into the ground with a bloody wound, she saw the empty look in his eyes. His father was going to kill him.
She bravely took Marshall and quickly dragged him away when his father wasn't looking. "GUARDS! FIND HIM AND BRING HIM TO ME!"
Fionna knew she had to hurry. She needed to get Marshall somewhere safe. Her luck was kind because Fate had her wonder into a closet filled with soft sheets and pillows, for the guestrooms if the castle ever needed them. The closet was bigger than the other one and Fionna set Marshall down gently on one of the pillows.
His eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged, his fangs still popped out of his mouth. "Come on Marshall," Fionna whispered. "Wake up. You're safe now." She had to be strong. Now was not the time to get teary eyed and emotional. "Marshall Lee," Fionna whispered. "Open your eyes."
The arms that were to his sides suddenly gripped her shoulders. She gasped and before she knew it, she was staring back at open eyes—blood red.
Marshall was still in his animal instincts. And he was in a small closet right next to a human. He drew his lips back and a small shriek sounded off the walls.
Author's Note:
Don't hate me for the cliffhanger, please. This chapter was longer than the others, doesn't that make you happy? No? Well I'm going to update soon, so there you go :D
I just wanted to say sorry for not updating in a bit and a say thank you for the reviews! All my readers are alphabetical! XD I'm also sorry I don't reply to the reviews, life has been busy and hectic for me. I blame school. Math specifically. Yet, I still use 'mathematical' as a compliment, despite how much I dislike it XD
Anyway, I also wanted to say that I have a deviant art and I have two friends. Sad, right? So if any of y'all have a deviant art I'd love more friends! :D My username is MewLuna http:/mewluna(dot)deviantart(dot)com/
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~Luna