After he was done, he put on the black boxers and looked down at himself.
{Do pardon me for this scene, but girls, once you finish this, you may be steamy...if posibble}
He was more peachy than being pale, so he got his original skin back, just only a bit pale. He had a chiseled body because he was older now, and went on more dangerous adventures almost every week. His...well... {Glob, you make me hard to explain this...*takes deep breath and clears throat*} his manhood was thick by age of years, long with envy.
(I just wanted to say it, so don't judge me -.-')
He towered over Marceline by a head and a half, which made him feel like he was taller than everyone. His chest was very muscular, but at least Marceline wasn't clawing all over him like any other princess would, while Prince Gumball would be smaller than Finn's. {What the bleep did I just say?}
He lifted a hand to his neck, and felt the two small pinpricks that gave him this immortal life. He felt around them slowly, and dropped his hand, sighing afterwards.
But, this is what he wanted. To live with Marceline. For eternity.
It'll just take a while for him to get used to the heavy burden that was dropped onto his shoulders.
He only sighed and shrugged. But the hero can handle anything, right?
Right?
He grabbed the tank top from the toilet and put it over his head, and down his lean body, kicking his shoes under the bathtub for now.
He walked up to the door and turned off the light switch, walking over to the bed where Marceline was sleeping softly to herself. He walked up to the lamp and turned it off, jumping into the large comfy bed, and snuggled beside the vampire queen, who only snorted.
"Goodnight, my lovely queen." he said, kissing her softly on her cheek, and wrapping his arms around her waist, and waited for sleep to take his toll on him, which wasn't long.
In the land of Aaa...
"So, tell me...this mischievous plan of yours, Lee." cooed the Ice Queen, sitting on her so-called throne of a block of ice that gave anyone's butt frostbite.
The Ice Kingdom was cold as the North Pole, ice sculpted everywhere into furniture: couches, chairs, cabinets, tables, cups, plates, etc. Ginda and two other penguins, Gilda and Gwynda, were beside the Ice Queen's feet, who wore a pair of yellow ballerina flats.
She wore her natural clothes or dress, or whatever she calls it, her fingers toying with her snow-white hair against her icy blue skin, and her voice dripping with enthusiasm, luck, hope, and astonishment.
Marshall lee had his hood over his luscious hair and manliness, for the ice reflected the sunlight into the room, which is the reason why his hands were inside the pocket of the awesome Dallas sweatshirt.
{I am my father's daughter, so I support the Dallas Cowboys, so get your head out of your butt, or get someone to help you. Apart from that, start watching football if you don't know them. Look them up, if you should}
"There's a guy named Finn," he stated, floating in front of her, his legs crissed crossed applesauce. {Something we used to say when I was in third grade} "...and I thought that maybe you would like him. He's 19, I believe, and really muscular, and way better than Gumball or any of the princes combined." he smiled deviously, showing his flashy fangs under his hood.
"Ooh...is he a prince?" she questioned, leaning on the edge of the icy chair.
"Oh, no. He's...a king. The greatest king any girl would ever wish for."
Deep inside of himself, he couldn't believe that she was going for his offer, making his consciousness dancing around happily.
For what Marceline would wish for when he marries her.
But, to tell the truth, he wasn't that sure if he was a prince or a king. Meh. He'll find out later if he wasn't being fluffed up by Ice Queen, which he highly doubted that he was going to be.
"A king, you say? Show me where he is, and I'll think about your offer, Lee." she purred, battering her long eyelashes at him, which made him shudder inside of himself.
Glob, he hoped he doesn't lose his virginity to her once he was done with the offer.
"All right. Follow me, and I'll show you the man of your dreams." he said, holding a slightly shaking hand out to her. She lingered there for a moment, and stood up to grab it.
"Don't you dare even drop me, or I'll stab a stake through your heart." she said, her voice soon running cold as ice. {Heh. See what I did there?}
"Wouldn't dream of it, darling." he said, giving her a slick smile, and floated to the window into the afternoon sun.
Back in Ooo...
At five o' clock in the morning, Finn heard a soft melody, which had startled him because he thought he was in Heaven.
But we all know that they can still die with a touch of silver, stabbed by a stake, stenched by garlic or left to rot in the sun, right?
Apart from moi, I know a thing or two from Abraham and Henry in the movie Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. Which is why he's my favorite president, and I love vampires even more. :) Because Abe and Henry are so flipping handsome in the movie.
Anyway, Finn opened one eye wearily, and groaned, lifting an arm to his beautiful, precious face.
"Why are you up so early, Marce?" he muttered, taking a deep breath and sighing afterwards.
I can't get any sleep now? I was only sleeping for five hours! His mind screamed, and started to give our handsome hero a little headache.
"Jank. I'm getting a headache from all this thinking." he said, and pushed himself to sit up. He got up off the comfy bed-which he will dearly miss for the rest of the day-and walked through the dense darkness to the bathroom.
Since he memorized his way and can see in the dark, what's the point of you having a light on? Literally?
As Finn walked up to the bathroom, he flipped on the switch that was on the wall beside him, and walked up to the marble sink. {There's a chandelier on the ceiling, just to let you know.}
It was a randomly designed sink that you would see in apartments, but was glistening softly in the dim light, the metallic faucet giving no reflection of Finn at all.
"Day one." he said, and grabbed a random stained rag off the hook that was beside the mirror. He looked down and turned on the faucet, waiting for the water to get warm.
Now that I think about it, what about his powers?
Will he have the ability to drink red, or will he have to kill innocent people for blood?
Can he float like her? Can he soar high into the sky to visit the Cloud people to party without Lady Ranicorn, or Jake?
Will he be able to turn invisible like her, to escape the enemy's wrath, or to scare people?
Will he be able to rule the land of vampires, to rule beside the great Vampire Queen, to take whatever come to him or her?
With all of these thoughts coming to Finn, it flooded his brain, and soon, he fell to the floor, hitting his head on the corner of the marble sink, red coming into his vision. He clunked to the floor with a loud thud, but couldn't keep his eyes open afterwards, the coppery smell of his blood oozing out of the wound he created.
"Marceline..." he rasped, soon fainting into a world of blackness.
Author's Note:
{suspenseful music}
Dun-dun-dun. Comment if you like. Next chapter will be a song up there. Any takers?
Will Finn be able to get his questions answered? Will he be able to kick Marshall's arse if he can? Will he be able to live from this injury? Will Marcy save him? Will Ice Queen get her dream prince/king she always wanted? Stay tuned, and find out, my precious reviewers.
Marshall Lee: "Flip no. He'll never kick me in my arse because he don't have powers."
White (Moi): "Oh, don't worry. He doesn't have them...yet." *evil grin and starts typing again*
Finn: *victory smile*
Marshall Lee: :( "Help me..."
Ice Queen: "There you are..." *touches Finn's arm, which makes him squeak*
White: *turns around* "What the-Ice Queen?! You're not in here yet! Get out and wait until the next chapter!"
Ice Queen: *pouts* "Fine. But I better get my-"
White: "OUT!" {I get my loud voice from my mom...}
Ice Queen: *Leaves room*
Marceline: "As I was about to say before...see, Marsh? She sides with us." *devious smile* "Prepare to get d-"
White: "Uh, no. I side with Henry Sturges a.k.a. Dominic Cooper. Or Benjamin Walker a.k.a. Abraham Lincoln. Deal with it, playas. And they're both hotties from the movie."
Finn: D:
Marceline: :(
Marshall Lee: *glares at me* "I thought you loved me."
White: "Yeah. But, you're third for now. Thor's fourth."
Marshall Lee: D:
White: *Victory grin*
White: "Until Next chapter..."
-White D.