Marshall's POV
Flashback
"See you tomorrow, Marshall!" Fionna shouted back at him as she ran back to her treehouse with Cake.
"Yeah, whatever!" he yelled back. She waved at him, and ran off. Marshall watched her until she was just a little speck in the distance.
He flew back to his cave, deep in thought.
I really wish Fionna wasn't in love with that pretty-boy Gumball. He just brushes her off, even when she tries to impress him. He only realized his feelings when she got with Flame Prince, which was stupid cause by then Gumball was too late. It's weird, cause now I think Gumball is getting this sort of weirder feeling about me, but I just want to be friends. Wait, no. Not even friends. I wish she didn't like Flame Prince either, he might be her age but face it, he's supposedly evil, or got a fiery temper. Pardon the pun. I just really wanted the best for Fionna, and as far as I'm concerned, the best option would be me, because I truly care for her and while I might seem like a heartless vampire, sometimes I do have feelings like the rest of the world.
Marshall unlocked his door, changed into his pajamas and flopped onto the air over his bed. He fell asleep quickly.
Boom.
His eyes snapped open, but he couldn't move. The door creaked as someone opened it.
"Ahahahahaahhahah!" An evil cackle. He didn't even need to look. Ice Queen.
"Hey there, Marshall Lee!" she said. She was holding a baseball bat.
Oh no, he thought.
The last thing he saw was a bag slipping over his head before he blacked out.
Fionna's POV
"Cake, have you seen my other stocking?" She crawled under her bed, but only found a couple of buttons and a half-eaten ice cream sandwich. "Can you stop leaving ice cream sandwiches under my bed?"
"Suck it up, princess! I'm busy eating this other sandwich." Cake was sassier than ever.
Fionna sighed. She was going to meet Marshall to go to the Candy Kingdom for a talent show. She was late by an hour already, but she was worried, because Marshall would've called by now.
"Hey Cake, did Marshall call?" She yelled down at her sister.
"No, Fi, your boyfriend didn't call you." Cake shouted back.
"He's not my boyfriend!" Fionna said. She would never get together with Marshall Lee, of all people.
"Okay, Fi, but you better go find him, cause that show is almost over." Cake said.
Fionna ran downstairs and flew out the door in a rush, sprinting to Marshall's house, only to find it empty.
"Marshall?" She called out. No answer.
She went upstairs, and found a hole blown through the roof. A giant block of ice on the floor. Ice Queen.
Fionna went into Marshall's room, hoping that he was just there, and that he managed to fight her off and was okay.
All her hope vanished when she saw the baseball bat and the second hole blown through the far side of the room.
There was a paper on the bed. She walked over and picked it up. Someone wrote on it. Hoping that it might lead her to Marshall, she began to read.
"No," she said, tears streaming down her face.
Marshall's POV
Flashback- Part 2
Marshall woke up in a cold, bright room. He hissed, recoiling at the sunlight streaming through the thin ice covering a window. Scrambling over to the only patch of shade in the room, he noticed a little spot in the corner that was swirling and glowing, and it looked like one of those portals he used to visit the Nightosphere.
He sat in the shade for about twenty minutes wondering what he should do, until he noticed his axe bass sitting beside the portal.
Okay, then. I'm going in, he thought. Marshall decided to just fly across the room as fast as possible to get to that portal.
He got up, flew right across, hissing again at the sun, and in one swift motion, picked up his bass and jumped.
Darkness.
It was cold and dark this time, but Marshall could hear and feel a cool, rushing wind.
As suddenly as it started, the wind died and he landed on a cold, hard floor.
He was in a room identical to the last one, but there was a little window covered in bars that looked out to some sort of "hall".
"# !*!" he swore. Did it mess up or something? he thought.
He paced in his small shady area, thinking of a plan. The portal was gone.
Okay, Marshall, just wait it out, and maybe someone will come along, he thought.
Footsteps.
"Hello? Is someone there?" It was some old guy's voice.
The old guy appeared behind the window with the bars. He had blue skin, a blue robe, long white hair, with a shaggy white beard, and wore a crown almost identical to Ice Queen's tiara. Dang, is this her husband? he thought.
"Who are you?" the stranger asked.
"Marshall Lee, the Vampire King." he answered with a smirk.
"V-vampire King?" the old man said.
"That's right, old man. Now let me out before I rip you to shreds." Marshall thought if he could just swagger around and just be absolutely confident, he could get himself out.
He was so, totally wrong.
Every once in a while, the Ice King would drop in some food or such, but never anything fit for the vampire king. Marshall was starving and thirsty. He was suffering.
And finally, this girl was thrown into his cell, and he tended to the wound on her head, and waited for her to wake up.