guys i could literally pee myself with excitement im BACk

HOWEVER i also got myself stupidly obsessed with that dumb kardashian app (idk if i can admit that here wHOOPS) so this might actually take me a year to write

Fionna's POV

I fucked up.

No, man, I mean I majorly fucked up. I just don't know quite how yet. I mean, I probably shouldn't have trusted Marshall Lee, I mean, the guy openly admits to being a bad guy. Not sure what I was expecting. On the other hand, I definitely shouldn't have insisted that we go back to this fucking cave.

Now, regardless of whether or not Marshall Lee was lying to me, we have to do this.

Don't get me wrong, I've gotten out of some pretty bad situations, some arguably worse than this. Problem is, I've always been able to fight, plus I've always had Cake by my side. Now I've got to rely solely on Marshall Lee, who I don't even know if I can trust, and I can't fight. At all. Even if I had a weapon, and even if I can trust him implicitly to have my back in a battle, if I fight it'll blow our cover. You know, if it is a cover. And not real life.

Anyway.

I have to act like an actual prisoner if I'm going to survive. I have to act small, weak, and afraid.

Shouldn't be difficult.

Marshall Lee and I walked along the steep and rocky path into the Nightosphere in near silence. In fact, I didn't even realize I was crying until he looked over at me and wiped a tear off my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, embarrassed. I can not believe I'm crying in front of this freak. I've never cried in front of anyone except Cake.

He sighed and all of a sudden grabbed my upper arm and the back of my neck and pulled me off the path and into a thicket. The thorns that tore my skin and clothes glanced off of him and he grimaced a little when I hit the ground with a huff.

I looked down at myself anxiously. There wasn't much, but those thorns had broken the skin in more than one place. Most of my body was now covered in tiny little drops of blood.

"Fionna, glob, I'm sorry. I didn't think about you being, y'know, human. I kinda forgot." he mumbled sheepishly. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Okay... but why are you trying to kill me? Like, this whole thing is screwy and I don't like it."

A lazy smile played in the corner of his (gorgeous) mouth as he drawled, "Blue, if I wanted you dead you wouldn't have taken another breath after you met me. Believe it or not, that was an accident." I guess he had a point. And I couldn't really afford not to trust him...

He ran a hand through his perpetually messy hair and continued. "I didn't realize patrols would be out. My father was never into that, so . . ." He lapsed off into thought.

Something occurred to me. "Marshall Lee, who was your dad?"

"Hmm? Oh, uh, Lucifer." he said absentmindedly, drawing some kind of pattern in the dirt. My breath hitched.

"Um. Lucifer? As in, the devil?" He looked up, irritated. "Yeah, that's what I said. Try to keep up."

I took a deep breath. That's a conversation for another time, I guess, if we get more time.

I wiped a little bit of blood off my cheek. "So, what do we do now?"

"Well, the sentries will be sure to tell my mother I'm here. If I don't show for an audience with her, she'll be suspicious. I don't want her digging around, that's more than I want to handle."

"Okay, so we go have an audience with your mom. That's not so bad." I ventured. He laughed a little, but it was a humorless laugh. "No, Fi, it's not like that at all. See, you're probably the first human to be down here in around a century or so that wasn't the direct result of a sacrifice or something like that."

"So what? Marshall Lee, you're the heir here, aren't you? I mean, if you're the Vampire King and son of goddamn (heh) Lucifer, shouldn't you be able to do what you want?"

He sighed. "It's not that easy, Fi. I'm the son of the Queen of the Nightosphere and Lucifer. I don't get to bring a human girl into my mother's house and let her live. It'd be a slap in the face. Like if I brought a cockroach to Thanksgiving dinner. No offense."

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. "O-kay, mister Prince-of-everything-fucking-evil, so what do we do?"

He laughed again, this time hearty and full, albeit quiet. "Little Blue, we're gonna lie our asses off and cross our fingers, and you're gonna meet my mom."

lol IDK IF I'M SATISFIED AT ALL WITH THAT ENDING. I also have no idea where this story is going but congrats this chapter actually has a little depth.

(a tiny bit of) BACKSTORY!

CHARACTER EXPRESSION!

DIALOGUE! SO MUCH DIALOGUE!

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