Rated T for profanity and some suggestive content.
"Damn it." He thought to himself. "Why did I do that? I mean, her blood was actually really..." No. He rid the thought from his head. "I, I don't know Fionna.. I mean I didn't take a lot of blood..." He brushed her hair away from her neck and looked at the marks. They were bleeding still. "Er... does it hurt?" He asked. The sight of her blood dripping down her neck made him hungry, but he needed to resist it; especially at this moment. Fionna nodded.
"I feel a bit dizzy, Marshall," She whispered as she grabbed onto him. Her fingers found their way onto the red marks on Marshall's neck. "You know, it would be so much harder for me to forgive you if I didn't like you so much," She murmured. His face looked puzzled. Wasn't she angry at him? "And your fangs are actually really cute, so I didn't really mind," she giggled.
"What the heck Fionna! I drank your freaking blood and you don't even care?" He exclaimed. She just giggled.
"Nah, no hard feelings," Marshall raised an eyebrow. He lowered his head and licked off the blood dripping from her neck.
"Mmm.. I really am sorry," He whispered. Fionna didn't pay much attention anyways. He didn't take enough of her blood to kill her, and her feelings for him were growing quicker and quicker.
"Your tongue tickles!" She giggled, as he opened his mouth and stuck it out. Marshall just laughed.
"But really Fionna, you know what's going to happen to you, right?" She nodded her head.
"I knew it would happen eventually. I'm just too irresistible," She smirked. How was she so cool with all of this? Fionna was going to become a vampire because of him, and she hardly even seemed to care! He just came to the conclusion that maybe it didn't concern her that much, since she probably liked him a lot and wouldn't mind the Vampire King nibbling on her neck. But Prince Gumball, though... oh, the thought of him finding out the news made him grin. Cake, however, not so much. Marshall sat up in the bed.
"Well, why don't we get dressed and I'll make you something for dinner while you can still eat normally," He laughed. The fact that he had bit her, though, still bothered him quite a bit. "Again, Fionna I'm so sorry," He implied. She just rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Marshall, anything that'll let me be with you forever doesn't hurt," Making his way to his closet, he pulled out some sweatpants and a hoodie then slipped them on. Fionna asked if she could wear something of his, so he grabbed another shirt and some sweats that would fit her somewhat well. Marshall flew downstairs and stopped in front of the fridge. He pondered for a while, thinking of what he could make her for dinner. Since he was a vampire, he didn't have a whole lot of food he could work with; but he managed to find enough ingredients for spaghetti. Minutes later, he felt warm lips pressed against his neck, and looked behind him to see Fionna standing there with her arms around him. "You look so cute when you cook," She murmured. He turned around.
"Hey, I'm the vampire king, I'm not cute. And I'm only doing this for you!" He whined. "You can take a seat, dinner's almost ready," He added. Fionna snickered and sat down at the table.
"So, what's for dinner?" She asked out of curiosity, resting her elbows on the table and placing her chin on her hands.
"Spaghetti, but don't be surprised if it sucks, cause I'm not much of a cook," He laughed. Marshall dished it out into a bowl for her, and made himself a bowl of strawberries- because, well, they had more red in them for him. He set her bowl down in front of her and his in front of him as he sat down. Fionna watched as he picked up a strawberry and sucked the color out of it.
"I hope you realize how hot you look when you do that," she smirked.
He just shook his head and smiled slyly.
"So tell me, Fionna, did it hurt? It usually hurts the first time," He said awkwardly. Fionna blushed and looked down.
"Yeah, at first it did, but then it felt nice." She bit her lip. "And you, you were really... good,"
Marshall laughed and raised his eyebrows.
"Why thank you," He said jokingly. "It's not the first time I've heard that," He added. Fionna pouted playfully and stood up.
"Shut up," she mumbled.
"Hey, I was just kidding Fi!" He giggled as he put his hands around her waist. Fionna leaned in, making it seem like she was about to kiss him, but kicked his leg and ran away laughing. Marshall groaned and flew after her, pinning her down to the ground and making his way on top of her when he reached her.
"You better cooperate, Fi" He said seductively.
"Make me," She replied.
Marshall rolled his eyes playfully and pulled her hair back.
"You little tease," He murmured.
He leaned in close and pressed his lips against hers, just as he heard a loud knock on his door. Marshall sighed and hovered over to the door, opening it slowly. It was Prince Gumball. "What do you want?" He asked, a hint of annoyance becoming obvious in his tone. "Can you come back later?" He added. PG peered around the door and saw Fionna still laying on the living room floor.
"What are you doing with her?" He asked. "I've been trying to reach her all day! I was afraid she'd be here; probably having her blood sucked out by you," He added. He could hear Fionna trying to hold in her laughter from the other room. "Let me in," He demanded. "I want to see her,"
"Dude, get lost!" Marshall yelled; emphasizing his fangs to startle PG.
"I'm not afraid of you, pervert," Gumball sneered as he pushed Marshall out of the way and ran into the living room. Almost instantly, he noticed the bite marks on her neck, and felt a strong wave of chills rush throughout his body. He glared back at Marshall. "You didn't..." He muttered. Fionna looked up at both of them, her face bright red. Before she could say anything PG had tackled Marshall to the ground and sent his fist flying right into his face.
"Fuck!" Marshall screamed. "That's it, you asshole!" He yelled as he pushed Gumball against the wall and positioned his fangs just above his neck. Fionna jumped up to her feet and let out a loud shriek, grabbing onto Marshall's arm.
"Please, Marshy, just leave it," Fionna begged, tugging at his arm. Marshall glared back at Gumball and saw the terror in his eyes. It made him even more determined to finish what he had started. His eyes widened and grew red as he looked behind him at Fionna.
"Make me," He sneered.
She pushed him away from PG, who, was already full of tears and brushed her lips gently against Marshall's. He pulled away and sighed heavily.
"C'mon upstairs, Gumwad- I, I mean Gumball, I'll clean you up," She said this purposely for Marshall's amusement, and, boy did it amuse him to see the jealousy and anger painted upon PG's face. Fionna walked upstairs with him and Marshall followed. They made their way into his bedroom and he cringed as Fionna motioned for PG to sit on Marshall's bed.
"I don't want to sit on this... demon's bed," Gumball complained.
"At least I'm a sexy demon," Marshall teased. Fionna bit her lip and tried not to laugh. Seconds later, Prince Gumball looked down and noticed that the bed was still wet, with blood stains covering a couple areas.
"Marshall! What the hell!?" He screamed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, your majesty," Marshall said jokingly as he bent over and sucked the blood out of the sheets. Gumball winced at the sight.
"The hell did you do to her?" He yelled.
"Everything your sore-ass little pussy can't," Marshall scoffed with a devious grin amongst his lips.
Prince Gumball stood up and walked downstairs angrily.
"Go back to the Nitosphere, Marshall!" He yelled, and slammed the door shut behind him.
