Marceline stood in front of an empty mirror looking deep within it. It had been years, more years then she would have liked to admit if anyone had asked her since she had been turned, and yet she still couldn't forget that she would never be able to see herself in the mirror again. She frowned and of course couldn't even see what that looked like anymore, her front teeth were now almost an inch long and poked out from under her bottom lip when her mouth was closed.
Slowly her small frown turned to a look of anger and her eyes flashed a deep scarlet color and she smashed the mirror with her fist, the shards of glass cut into her fist and her anger turned to hurt. She shook her fist in the air and exclaimed to herself, "Ow! Why in globs name did I do that? You dinging stupid mirror, why did you have to break!?" After pouting a bit she went to the task of extracting the small glass shards from her bleeding fist.
A pair of red eyes floated behind her, and the deep musical voice of Derrick spoke in her ear, "Talking to yourself again Marcy?" he laughed a little and smiled at her, his smile was full of evil and long sharp teeth.
Marceline turned and swung a playful punch at Derricks face just as the small cuts on her hand were healing so a small trail of blood followed the arc of her fist, she sighed as his body seemed to become blurry and his fist went straight through him not leaving a mark on him at all. He laughed quietly again and sneered at her, "Come on, you know you'll never be able to actually hit me right?"
She frowned and retorted, "I can sure as heck try!" and try she did, she kept swinging very quick short punches at him but each time he seemed to know where they would come from and would dodge them fast enough his body would seem to become very blurry.
Soon she was laughing as she started to work up a sweat from her insistent flurry of punches, trying to leave at least some small mark on the man who had left an enormous mark on her own. He continued to laugh as he dodged and ducked her many punches and began to take steps backwards towards a huge bed with a red canopy curtain around it.
She took small steps forward with him, still laughing as he finally disappeared completely and she looked around. She figured she knew where he had gone and spun around just in time for him to begin pushing her down on the bed. Her frown turned into a small smile as her back went through the curtain and hit the soft plush purple blanket that covered the bed.
Her smile grew even bigger as he leaned forward and his lips met hers and they locked in a passionate kiss, eventually she pushed him away from her and he frowned only a little at her and arched an eyebrow as he said carefully, "What's up Marcy?"
She grinned at him and said while she slowly dragged a long pale finger down the front of his chest, "I'm all sweaty, let me get cleaned up and we can keep going."
His frown disappeared as he heard her speak those words, he stood up and said, "That sounds like a deal my queen."