Fionna wakes up to nothing but sheets at her side.

KIDDING! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME, Now let the story really begin

Fionna turns in Marshall's arms. He's carrying her up to her room, but she keeps squirming around. He opens her door quietly and turns on the dim lights. Her room is littered with clothes, books, and other junk. She has various swords hanging on the walls. Everything is in shades of blue; her curtains, her bed, and her window seat are filled with light blue stuff all over it. Her furniture is white, though. She doesn't have a mirror sitting on her dresser. Instead a small blue laptop sits on it, the screen closed but the light on. The small T.V is sitting on the floor, covered in dust and unplugged.

Marshall makes himself a path from the door to the bed, which is located in the center of the room, snickering as he moves away her skirts and white panties with his foot. He lays her gently on the bed among all the pillows. As he is getting up to leave, Fionna takes a hold of his arm and embraces with it between her boobs. Marshall's face flushes a bright red.

I guess there's no escape now, Marshall thinks as he looks down at her, calmly sleeping. He smoothly scoots her over on the small bed. He lies down next to her, trying not to disturb her. There's a lump on his back that's making him lay uncomfortably. He reaches under to move the beige, stuffed rabbit from under his back.

You can be my bunny tonight, he thinks for a second before shaking his head to rid of the deviant thoughts. He covers Fionna with her blue sheets. Fionna unconsciously presses her body against Marshall's, grabbing onto his shirt. The heat rises to Marshall's face once again.

Keep it up, he thinks, I'll have a nosebleed and then I'd wake you up for sure, but he doesn't do a thing to remove her from her place. Of course he wants Fionna—bad—but why is he so shy all of the sudden? He's the Vampire King for Glob's sake, but something about her innocence and appearance makes him drop his guard. He closes his eyes momentarily, inhaling the sweet fragrant of her hair.

Vanilla, Marshall smiles, I'm strawberries and she's vanilla, the perfect combination. In the comfort of the pillows and warmth, Marshall starts to drift off into oblivion. He's half-awake when a sleepy Fionna sits up in bed.

"Morning, bunny," Marshall murmurs and turns the other way trying to get comfy again. His eyelids are heavy until a dry whack on the cheek snaps him out of his dream world and a hard kick on the butt slides him off the bed.

"Ahh, my cheek meat!" Marshall yelps in an unmanly way. An annoyed Fionna is sitting in the middle of the bed, clothes crumpled, a bra strap carelessly lying past her shoulder, visible to the world, her hair a mess, her skirt somewhat higher on her legs than it should be, and a scarlet shade spread out on her face. On the floor Marshall's shirt is slightly unbuttoned, thanks to the unconscious Fionna, and his right hand clutches a pair of Fionna's underwear, from where he tried to grab onto something as he landed hard on the wooden floor. Mortified, Marshall quickly lets go of the undies and stand up abruptly.

"Fionna, I swear, this is not what it looks like." Marshall pleads.

"Get out." Fionna orders, tears threatening her eyes.

"Fionna, please."

"NOW!"

Marshall makes his way to the door. "Can we please talk?"

"No!" Fionna reaches over to her night stand and throws a knife at Marshall. Marshall closes the door just in time for the blade to stab the door where Marshall's heart would have been. Fionna's eyes betray her. She's crying now, and is unable to stop. She hated Marshall. Hated him so much, so why is her heart skipping beats at the events that could have happened? Her heart hurts and her eyes are swollen. She lies back down on her bed and hugs her bunny tight until she cries herself to sleep, thinking of the vampire who stole her dreams.

In his room, the Vampire King is restless. He was given a second chance with a beautiful girl and he screwed it up. Why can't she just like him back? That's all he wants. To be her friend at least, then she wouldn't hate him. A silver flash catches his eye. A broken guitar cord, sharp and cold, sits on his desk, begging him to come nearer. In his haze of desperation he caves into the cord's pleadings. He brings the cord to him and sits on the edge of his bed. Tears blur his vision as he wraps the cord twice around his wrist. An image of Fionna's smiling face at Gumball flashes through Marshall's mind. He tightens the cord, forgetting to feel pain and cry out. A single scarlet drop falls to the dark wooden floor. The rain started up again, and the scarlet tears matched the rhythm.

Intense I know, well im sorry I kept you guys on the edge but just a heads up I have my weekend free and the next 3 chapters written (in paper) already. Not just that the "e" key on my keybard broke and we all know how important that e key is -.- I want to thank everyone for the reviews and inspiration for new characters um just to clear up any confusion the begging really starts AFTER I say im kidding. I was always going to have Marshall stay I was just messeing with yall –Ray

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