Chapter 4 of: Mad ruler going crazy
Bonniebel moved from side to side in the bed. A nightmare was crawling over her dreams. Cold sweat formed on the neck and down. Her dream was dark, horrifying, and she felt powerless in there.
"Remember me? I am the reason to why you are here. I am the reason you had to leave your loved once behind, even that vampire Marceline. I shall take over that pitiful body of yours once more, and when I do that, I will destroy everything! Don't forget that wherever you go, I will follow."
With that she woke up, spotting a person over her. In the air above her was Marshal. A picture of a beautiful woman with pale blue skin, pearl white teeth and comforting red eyes flashed before her. She resembled Marshal at the finest. Finding a way to prevent her from more nightmares, Bonniebel, with her life on the line, took a hold around Marshal's neck, tugging him into a suffocating embrace. He gasped from surprise. But before he could do anything about it, she had already fallen into deep slumber.
Marshal groaned at the discomfort on his side of this position, but while looking up at her crazy light pink lips, he couldn't stop wondering what they felt like. Daring to steal a kiss, he wiggled a bit loose from her grip, being able to move up face to face with her sugary breath. It was amazing that he had just met her, really only a stranger to him. Still, he felt like they have met before, almost like if they had met in another life. Bizarre was what he thought about this hypothesis.
Maybe he was just craving the blood from this girl. He nodded to this thought. Indeed it made more sense then the other. He freed himself from her light hold. Walking to the exit, he pulled on a long dusk-black coat and a pair of almost worn out leather shoes. Giving the sleeping princess one last glance, he silently closed the old door.
It was around midnight, barely any living soul out there. Knowing just the place to grab a snack, Marshal Lee headed towards his favorite place, the orphanage. There lived his favorite toy. Only she had survived his brutal blood lusting fangs. Often when he felt hunger, he would visit her at night. Maybe after an assassination was done. He could never think of sucking his target, such filthy blood, they were nothing more then rats he killed for money. No, she was pure and had a strong soul. That was his favorite.
Many years ago, when she was still a small lad, he had gotten a mission to assassinate a serial killer. The killer had kidnapped her, to eat her. In his opinion there was nothing wrong with this action, but money was money, and he sure liked to have that. Well the killer was about to open her stomach, planning to eat the liver, but he never got to that stage. Marshal had thrown a dagger at his victim's skull. The girl had seen it all, yet when he looked in her eyes, there was no fear in them, only happiness. Ignoring it, he was on his way out.
"Mister, thank you for saving me. I am in your depth now, in the name of honor and my life, I will repay you. Just say what you desire and I will do my best." She gave him an innocent smile. Sadly she didn't know what she had gotten herself into. Her promise will be worse then death. Marshal with lightning's speed ripped her free from the puny ropes around her hands; digging two sharp fangs into her bare throat. Her blood was different from any blood he had tasted before; he could hear her gasp in surprise. He stopped not long after, believing he could feed on her more. Later. As he pulled away, he saw a smile.
"I'm happy that I could be of use for you." After that she fainted.
Marshal stood in front of a rusty gate. On a barely recognizable sign it said, "Monsters not allowed". This always made him laugh, people from the 1500s were so funny with their superstition. It was still clear in his memory, but that was over 1000 years ago.
Even so, the spell around the orphanage did work against demons. But Marshal was no demon; he was just a creature on this earth.
The sound of a creaking gate opening brought him back. Hiding half the part of her body behind the gate, Fionna stared at him. She was clad only in an oversized shirt, showing a set of long curvy legs. He smiled. This would be fun.
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Bonniebel felt a cold breeze running past her, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel a presence by her side, radiating coolness. It was staring at her. She tried to ignore it, but when a heavy substance crashed onto her, she woke up.
Marshal had thrown a big dress on her, her and her torn dress. She looked at it, not understanding why he gave her this? Marshal brought a hand to his face, chuckling silently at her unawareness.
"Stupid you, don't you remember?" he slipped a glance in between two fingers. Through his vision was a clueless expression.
"You really don't remember, do you? Let me refresh your memory. You shall assist me in killing a person. That dress is how you shall infiltrate into the persons room with him, and before you know it, wuala, hi is dead." The girl stared at the proud being. She knew that she would help him, but did she have to do something like flirting?
"I knew I was going to help you, but why do you think the person would find an interest in me?" He smirked at that, eyeing her from head to toe.
"You are an attractive person, you got impressive looks. I would think you are his ideal woman after what I've heard." She blushed at the, compliment?
"Don't let me stand in your way, hurry, go dress. I measured your body while you slept, and I found a person with the same size. Except that your bosoms are a lot bigger. So I did some finishing touches." He winked at her stunned face.
A/N: forgot to tell you, when P.B lost her memory, she lost her knowledge too. And this story goes around in the 1700s. Please review this chapter, and sorry that I keep editing stuff from my A/N. Till next time