Finn's POV
He arrived at the front door of Marceline's house in minutes, panting and sweating. Finn was reaching for the doorbell when he spotted the doorknob and the lock on the ground, encased in a block of ice.
Ice King.
Finn pushed the door open, and found a large pool of red liquid on the floor, with two wickedly-sharp pieces of glass from a bottle.
No way, he thought. Marceline couldn't just be killed like that without a fight. There were no signs of a scuffle whatsoever. He went over to the pool.
Finn dipped his finger in it, and sniffed it. It didn't smell like blood, but maybe vampire blood is different. Wait, what if Marceline doesn't have blood? he thought.
He licked it off his finger. Tomato juice. Finn breathed a sigh of relief.
The house was quiet. Even if this was just a false alarm, or real, there would be some sort of noise from Marceline's poodle. But something must have scared the dog off.
He went up the stairs, and winced at the creaky top step. Walking over to Marceline's room, Finn opened the door.
It was empty, except there was a smashed window, the faint smell of penguin, and a wooden stick lying on the ground.
There was a paper on the bed. Finn picked it up, and read whatever it was scribbled on the note.
"No way," he said. "No way."
Marshall's POV
He told Marceline everything, except about Fionna and the fact that he was a vampire. He didn't want to scare her, especially since she was hot. She had long, dark hair, dark eyes, and was really pale, but he suspected that was because it was cold.
"So, Marshall, do you need me to tell you everything too?" Marceline was being all sassy.
"Uh, no thanks." he said. "I don't want to hear your stupid story."
"What do you mean stupid?" she snapped at him. She walked over, through that awful sunlight, but she winced, and while Marshall did that too when he went into the light, he assumed it was because she just woke up from a coma and such, and Marceline shoved him onto the floor.
"What was that for?" he yelled, and shoved her back into the light of the window. She recoiled and hissed.
"Wait- what's wrong?" he said in a softer tone. "You okay?" Marshall ran over, flinched, picked her up, and ran back to the shade.
He sat there for a while, with her head in his lap.
"Yeah, Marshall, I can get up by myself, no need to get sappy on me." Marceline got back up and leaned on the wall next to him.
"Are you a vampire?" he asked. Marshall never met an actual vampire aside from himself.
"Uh, yeah." Marceline looked down at her feet. Everything suddenly felt awkward too.
"You wanna know something, Marceline?" Marshall said.
"What? And don't go confessing you like me or something, I already know that, I mean, everyone loves me." Marceline joked.
"I'm a vampire." Marceline looked at him, surprised. "Well duh, I don't like you that way Marceline, seriously." But even as he said those words Marshall knew that they were a lie.