Author's Note:

Hey guys. Whitey here...

I have some news to make. Next week I won't be able to type at all because of benchmarks, and I'm going to a sleepover at one of my friend's house next weekend, and her dad disessembled her laptop, so...I won't be able to type. XD

And my phone is sorta dead, and I ran out of minutes... (darn those minutes for a trackphone!)...so I can't type on that...

So...ehhhhh...but I'll still be able to respond to the PM messages, but after Sunday, I won't be able to type, but I'll answer the PM messages. Whatever they would be...

So, I'm sorry for the desparate people out there that's waiting for the next chapter on whatever stories I'm working on, so...sorry.

As Finn walked on home, he couldn't help but wonder why he was born to do this job that he was meant to continue from generation from generation. From Abraham Lincoln to him…the last human on the planet. The galaxy, even. Possibly the whole universe!

But…he does remember something about his father stating something about Abraham Lincoln…but that was only when he was so young yet just no more than three months and a year old.

"Finny…" he remember his dad say, pounding a long, thin, silver axe blade into its shape, "…listen carefully to Pappy, alright?" he looked at the young Finn, who only wore just a diaper.

It was a warm spring night in the forest, a blazing fire behind Finn's Dad, George, who had his back arched over a thin, slender piece of wood that was being created into an axe. The moon was nowhere to be seen, but only handfuls of sparkly stars were up in the night sky, winking down at the two.

The fire showed Finn and George's shadow, who raised a hammer and pounded the thin blade into the wood, clanging heard loudly into the night.

Finn only babbled and stuck a chubby fist into his mouth, the cloth over the prickly short stump covering his smooth legs from getting splinters.

"Well, you may not remember this…but…I want you to know, that your great 17th grandfather was a president of the United States. The wonderfullest, greatest president that we ever voted for, I should say…Before they sent off a nuclear bomb to Asia in 2026…" Pappy said with a sigh, and stopped using the hammer against the sharp silver blade that was pounded deeply into the axe, only five inches extruded from the long, slender wood. "...that's politics for ya. But that was hundreds of years ago…now, do you know who your great 17th grandfather was?" he asked.

Finn only smiled and took out his wet fist to only clap his hands together in enthusiasm, which only made Pappy smile.

"…your great 17th grandfather…was Abraham Lincoln." Pappy stated, making Finn give him a confused look, which made Pappy smile all the greater. "The greatest president through the Civil War, the only president that fought off vampires at night, the only president that freed the slaves, the president that wanted to be a lawyer, the president that never gave up, the president that towered over everyone, the president that got us through it all, the president that was so grave-like…but!" Pappy said with a maniac smile, a sweat of excitement rolling down his face, the axe dropped to the grass and soon, long forgotten. "…but…he was the greatest leader any nation in the universe can ever give to a wonderful life of a planet like ours…and nobody is ever greater than him, or be like him ever again." He stated, looking up at the starry sky with his mouth hung open.

"…that man…would be my great 16th uncle, I guess. But Finny…" he then looked down at his son with a determined look, "…when you're older, your pappy will teach you how to kill your worst enemy that has ever lived, understand?"

Finn only babbled and rolled onto his side, his head a little over the edge, which only made Pappy sigh.

"…maybe seven years would do…" he said, and bent down to pick up the unfinished axe and continued to work on it.

...that axe…

…the axe that he uses to this day. The axe that will never be forgotten. The family axe that was passed down from Abraham to his cousin, down the rest of his family memebers, and remodeled by Dad, and down to Finn now.

The one and only thing that reminded him of his long lost, dead parents.

Finn stopped in his tracks, taking a mental note of the surroundings, the same as earlier before the moon was in the middle of the sky.

He looked up and saw that it was now midnight and only sighed, and kept on walking north to home, impatient to take a shower.

In the Dark Cave of Vampires…

"Everyone, please, settle down!" the vampire counselor yelled at the top of his lungs, sweat rolling up his face like water was poured all over him, his cheeks a bright red.

Vampire of different shapes, sizes and colors were in a large cave that extruded large spikey columns of brown rock from the ceiling, their hissing and chattering too loud for the counselor to speak over.

The cave was a dark cave if it wasn't for the fact of torches hung up on the ceiling in large handmade chandeliers lighting up the darkness only up a few notches.

The vampire counselor was a man of four and twenty years (24 years old) who had a skinny frame, and had brown, curly hair, his eyes the darkest brown you can see. He was about five foot two feet tall, slouching down while trying to talk over the others, wearing a tuxedo that looked like he was going to go to an important meeting, a bowtie wrapped above his chest.

The vampire counselor only sighed as it was no use, and stood up straight, his fangs growing to his bottom lip. He took a deep breath and yelled at the top of his lungs, silencing everything in the cave. Even the torches seem to stand still, their flames growing a bit dimmer.

"If you don't shut your mouth holes, I will rip you piece to piece and feed you to the Devil myself!"

Everyone stared at him with wide eyes and open mouths, surprised out of their wits that he said that.

"NOW…since he has all of your attention…I have an announcement to make." Said a voice, making everyone gasp softly.

Everyone turned to look at the man that spoke, and gasped as if they saw a horrific sight or was told some bad news. The counselor turned to see the pale green man, and suddenly stepped out of the way for the king to walk up, facing the colony of vampires that suddenly got on their knees and bowed down to him.

"Humph." Marshall Lee grunted, crossing his arms behind his back. "The same as usual." He stated, narrowing his eyes together.

Marshall Lee, the vampire king, wore his natural attire, a mop of curly black hair on top of his head, hiding his eyebrows, but didn't hide his eyes of blood red. He wore a checkered black and red shirt over a black tank top, a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of red sneakers.

"…now…what is the problem here? Kaitlin told me something about…a Finn Mertens here…" he raised a hidden eyebrow.

The counselor got on his knee and looked up at the king. "Ms. Kaitlin is right, your Highness…but, he's been killing the excellent ones, leaving us with the neutral ones and some dumb ones…he especially killed Hanna and Gabrielle, who were second to most vampires of the excellent ones in our f-fields." He said, slightly stuttering at the end.

Marshall only scoffed.

"Are you kidding me? Those vampires that are excellent, they're getting killed by a bastard of Abraham Lincoln's great 17th grandson that only has an axe to protect himself with?" Marshall scowled, and waved a hand for the counselor to be dismissed from him.

"As for the rest of you…" he said to the crown in a loud voice that rang out through the whole cave like an echo, "…I…I am actually…disappointed in you all. You should be scary vampires that suck blood, not weenie vampires that is scared of a simple human like Finn Mertens. Just one bite on his neck, and he's dead. Simple as that. Henry Sturges would be very upset with you all…especially Adam and Vadoma…" Marshall said, pacing along the molded rock that was to be a stage. He watched some vampires stiffen up. Or in fact, all of them, since the ancient vampire trio was mentioned.

"You have until the end of the month to destroy Finn Mertens. Now…either you destroy him, or…each and every single one of you babies will die of my wrath." he spat with agony and pure hatred.

They all stared at the ground.

"…any takers?" he asked, stopping at the middle of the stage. He found out that no one wanted to try, and he grew into a boil of rage and frustration, until he saw a skinny hand raised high into the air.

"Yes? You, in the middle beside the one with glasses." He pointed to the hand, making the vampires depart into a clear row, which revealed a girl of 18 wearing a black sweater, gray jeans and a pair of red sneakers. She had long black hair that stopped to her ankles, and had pale skin, a light pale blue to be exact. Her eyes were irises of black, a small thin line of a mouth sewn on her face.

Marshall only raised an eyebrow, while some vampires mumbled under their breaths, making the girl stand tall and straight with a convincing smile.

"She's gonna kill the human."

"She'll cut him up to pieces…"

"…she'll turn him into one of her own…a slave, possibly…"

"The only greatest vampire of us all…"

Marshall's eye only twitched for a good minute, until he yelled at the top of his lungs.

"SHUT UP YOU DAMNED CREATURES OF FAILURE!" he boomed, his veins popping out of his skin like popcorn popping in the microwave. Everyone soon became quiet, silencing their mumbling. But it didn't startle the girl one bit, but only made her smile the greater.

Marshall only tilted his head to the side and gave her a confused look.

"Your name, brave and hopefully not dumb one?" he asked.

"Marceline Abadeer, your Highness." She said, and bowed down Chinese style and stood straight again, making Marshall grunt in approval and surprise.

"Step up here so I can observe you. See if you're…worthy enough." He said, and sidestepped to the right a bit.

Marceline walked up to the stage and stepped in front of the king, who observed her from all angles, sides and whatever else.

"Any weapons?" he asked.

Marceline only smirked and reached behind her back to grab a long samurai sword and an axe bass that was created into an instrumental weapon.

"Huh. Any skills?"

"Flexibility, a bit of other gymnastics, faster than other vampires, better hearing and great senses." She said, pushing a lock of long hair out of her face to wrap around her pointy ear.

"Hmm…can you fight?"

"Like a ancient wrestler. And like a secret ninja." She smirked.

"…can you kill Finn Mertens?"

"As fast as you want me to." She said, looking down at her fingers.

"I want him dead by the end of two months. Wait. No. Bring him to me alive. Give you a little time on your hands, Marceline. And don't fail me like the others."

"Yeah, sure. I won't fail you, my king. Like I won't fail my father. You have my word, your Highness." She bowed down, and walked off the stage and disappeared through the crowd, leaving a stunned Marshall Lee on the stage.

"I think we might win this war once and for all." Marshall stated, making the counselor sigh and fall face first to the stage.