Not The Same With Marshall Lee by SleepingFox (aka Windflower, ChaiMom)

Part 2 of Not the Same Fiona's head was hazy, as she laid there wait

Part 2 of Not the Same

          Fiona's head was hazy, as she laid there waiting for herself to recover. Everything was kind of blurry, and she wasn't sure where she was at. The whole ordeal of adjusting to what had happened, was still fresh in her mind. Which came first? She wasn’t sure. Although, one thing she could be sure of was, someone nearby was cleaning and bandaging up the wound on her neck. Fiona was clueless as to who, though. One thing was for sure, she was determined to find out.
         At the moment, all Fiona could do in her haze was playback in her mind what had happened earlier, and lay back against the soft material underneath her. The images and sensations of earlier, came washing back into her mind like a flood. Her blue eyes fluttered backwards and she panted, breathlessly.

         Two nights ago, she remembered...

         Piercing the soft skin of Fiona's neck, Marshall Lee’s fangs dove deep and began to fulfill his insatiable hunger. The red geyser of her sweetness flooded his mouth and coated his throat, generously. All she could do was gasp sharply and grab his shoulders. The pain in her neck shot through her body, like a lightning bolt! It was almost more than she could bare, and all she could do was feebly struggle against his strong arms.
         Lost in the sweet exchange, Marshall received all he could from the young female human’s blood. He couldn't help,  but growl softly in the back of his throat, at the pleasure of it all. It was his turn to gasp a bit, and panted never so deserving of this sweet gift of human blood before. Still lost in Fiona's sweetness, he closed his eyes and hummed his approval up against her throat, contentedly. Marshall  had never felt so happy before in his life! Yes, he got what he wanted. Feeding off of human blood ( Fiona's )was his secret delight, and feeding the beast to fill up it's monstrous hunger was his way to keep it at bay. In a likely lover's embrace,the ecstasy of the Vampire King's need with the young female whom was tucked snugly up against him, was emanating from him in waves.  This was Adventure Time’s deep dark secret!! His secret delight of the Nightosphere and no would take that away from him!
        Oh how Fiona wished the pain would stop, and then like a switch it did. The stingy tears in her eyes, dripping down her cheeks, a distant memory. Getting lost in it all, the pain soon turned into a pleasure she never dreamed of, nor thought possible. She whimpered out a moan, at the feel of his mouth and fangs latched up against her throat. Ah, the intoxication! Fiona couldn't help,  but close her eyes and hold on tight to Marshall. ( Oh, this pleasure! It’s almost consuming me. ) She exclaimed, inwardly. It oozed it's way heatedly through her limbs, pulsating through her bloodstream, and crept down her spine heatedly cradling her deeper core. She never thought his bite would feel this way, and yes, it left her completely breathless. 
       Feverishly, the pleasure Marshall felt holding her in his arms, continued to fill Fiona's limbs with warm, languid abandon that caused her to blush deeply. She moaned again, long and drawn out. The sound tickled Marshall's ears and he chuckled softly and darkly. As he continued to drink from her, he sucked harder and grinned devilishly. Yes! She's all mine! He thought, victoriously.
         Desperately, Fiona grabbed and clawed at his muscled back, trying to hold back her string of moans. His jaw was so powerful! Languidly, Marshall continued to milk her wound slowly, and torturously to prolong the pleasure for her.  It was too much to resist!( Oh, Sweet torture!!) Fiona screamed inside. His feverish bite had left her breathless and changed her, somehow. Another loud moan ripped from her throat, and rumbled through her lips out into the empty space.  “ Marshall!” Fiona cried out in ecstasy.  Her moans echoed off the walls and filled the room like music. With her skin heating up and her strength ebbing away, she didn't know how much more she could take. 
          Finally, Marshall stopped at the cold and bitter interruption of a familiar face entering the room. It caused him to rip his mouth away from the blonde adventuress' s throat, and snapped up his head in the direction of the intruder. Floundering backward, Fiona cried out at the sudden pain and fell back on the cold floor. She panted at the sudden cold she felt from the absence of his mouth and the ensuing blood loss.  Fiona' s head spun wildly, as she struggled to remove herself from the situation. ( Ahh! What the glob?) She swore inwardly. The next few bitter moments accompanied the icy void that started a lonely spiral downward. Without Marshall, his feverish touch, and the heated embrace he shared with her, ushered  in nightmares. These feelings would haunt Fiona’s mind, forever.

         Snapping her eyes open, Fiona realized she had fallen asleep and did her best to figure out what was going on now. “ Shh...shh. It’s okay. You just fell asleep, while I bandaged you up.” A soft gentle voice said to her nearby. She recognized that voice. It was Tetra, the Healer,  one of Bubblegum’s subjects who came to check on her after bandaging up her wound. Tetra had found Fiona unconscious, fallen from the tree house , and carried her to Prince Bubblegum’s castle keep on the winged pink serpents’ back, Trydent “ Please, Ms. Fiona. Lie back down and get some rest, huh?” She suggested to the young girl, and helped her lay back while supporting her head. Fiona nodded, wordlessly and obeyed. Oh, so it wasn’t a dream. What exactly had happened after that?  She didn't know. Maybe, possibly overhearing the heated argument between Marshall and his sister, making her way into the hallway still drowsy from blood loss,  falling down out of the tree house, and fainted into the arms of one of the travelers or Bubblegum's loyal subjects passing by? She didn't  know. Or maybe, despite her condition she wanted to ask Marshall why he did what he did? Yeah, that seemed to make sense. But, where had he gone after that? Why hadn't  he come back for her? Where was Cake? All these questions exhausted the young girl.
        Getting drowsy again, Fiona sleepily watched Tetra tuck her in lovingly, and dim the lantern lights. As she returned the canopy's pink fluffy covering back to its place, the young girl rolled over on her side to get more comfortable and questioned again. ( Marshall fed on me? Drinking my blood? Was it because I was wearing my red hoodie?) She questioned, inwardly. Sleepily, Fiona snuggled deeper into the Bubblegum's designer sheets and soft blankets.  Shaking off the cold shudder she felt, she blinked the string of thoughts away and sought sleep as the only way to cope with the consequences setting in. Fiona knew sooner or later, she was going to have to confront them, and her deep seated feelings for Marshall. Then, as the young female closed her heavy eyelids, she let the quiet and the darkness, usher her into a deep sleep. In a few minutes, Fiona was completely asleep, at peace, and breathing steadily.

               Meanwhile, Tetra hurried quickly 
down the corridor and flight of stairs to report to Prince Bubblegum. She knocked softly on the pink wooden door and waited. A moment later it opened, the prince himself with his whimsical wavy pink hair offered his subject a surprised expression. " Yes, Tetra? " He inquired. " Sir," she replied, curtseying, " Ms. Fiona is safe and sound asleep. " Good. Thank you so much, Tetra. " Prince Bubblegum said, relieved. There was a pause, before his expression changed and anger darkened his handsome pink face. " Now, I must have a TALK with our prisoner. " He finished with a scowl.