That one Adventure Time Fanfic (Fiolee)

The Gang Gets Back Together (sort of) Chapter 8

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I kinda just write these chapters when I feel like it, so I'm sorry that it's taking so long. :/
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Fiona takes a couple long strides to catch up to him, her chest pounding as the darkness of the woods envelops her. Shadows of looming pines and skitters of small animals put ideas of invisible monsters in her brain, the kind that can leech her dry in one sitting and leave her to crumble as a dead husk.

She closes her fingers around his wrist and mumbles, "Don't leave me," when he looks at her questioningly.

Marshall merely nods in agreement before averting his gaze and Fiona is forced to wonder why he always acts like that. Why she'll finally feel like she has a connection to him besides the inevitable attraction, but then he'll switch moods like a liar switching from the truth: in the span of merely a few seconds.

"Hey uh . . . Where are we going?" She asks him softly.

He doesn't reply.

So they trudge through the woods together, the silence punctured only by rustling leaves and the breeze of wind from a coming dawn. Soon the sky lights itself into pinks and yellow, and Fiona allows space to grow between her and Marshall.

"Um, what about . . . Uh . . . What are you going to do about Landon?" Fiona questions, her voice slicing through the quiet that they both had become accustomed to.

"We leave him."

She halts, a look of disgust splayed across her face. "What?"

"I said we leave him. If he isn't capable of coming back on his own, then he isn't capable of keeping up with our group," his voice is cool and indifferent. Wasn't this the same boy that admitted his fears to her? Who saved her?

"But you had no problem coming back for me," Fiona spits.

Marshall flinches, quickens his pace. "That was different."

"In what way?"

"You're a newbie. I had to at least give you one chance." His speed accelerates by more.

"Yeah? Well isn't Landon your friend?" She grabs his arm tightly to stop him. "What does it matter how many chances he gets?" Her glare is inescapable, like the sun.

"Because we're fighting a war here, okay? And we don't need to be dragging dead bodies by our sides more than necessary." He narrows his eyes into snakelike slits and turns his head away from her.

Wait a second, Fiona thinks to herself. Is he finally giving me some answers?

"What do you mean by that? Who are we fighting?" She ponders aloud.

"I take it you got a good look at that other guy yesterday that tried to kill you?" She nods in affirmation. "It's vampires like those." Marshall says to her, and while his voice is tinged with the usual sass, he sounds empty and exhausted. Like he can't keep up with his own game and is just going through the motions.

"He said something about . . . about drinking my blood. What did he mean? Don't vampires drink the blood of humans?" She's a little worried now, she thought that if she became one of them she would be safe within their circle.

"Some are experimental. They drink the blood of their own kind, and it strengthens their powers. Pretty disgusting if you ask me: it's like cannibalism." Marshall sounded like he was reading straight from a textbook, monotone and repeated to the point of memorization. Fiona didn't want to bore him.

"In his case, he had already drunk the blood of other vampires, but sensed something different in you." He smiles at her, something playful yet weak.

"What did he sense in me?" Her heart is pounding with fear now. She sees an invisible target being painted on her back.

" Other than your stunning good looks?" He laughs quietly and she grins a little nervously to hide her real feelings. That she cares whether or not he thinks that she's pretty.

"He thinks your blood smells sweet."

"Doesn't all blood smell the same?" She wonders.

"No. Most smells sour. Humans smell like animal meat, and animals smell the same, but salted." He recites to her. "And then, of course, each vampire's blood will smell a little different."

Marshall bares his fangs and brings his thumb to his teeth, letting them slice open his skin. He allows the blood to pour down his skin. His eyes find hers and she feels her heartbeat jolt a bit.

"Tell me, because I can't smell it myself, what does my blood smell like?" Marshall watches her expectantly. "I've always wanted to know," he smiles, something reassuring.

She wraps her hand around his and a warmth echoes between their flesh. Fiona then tugs his open hand to her face and lets the back of his hand rest softly against her cheek as she smells his thumb. The whole scene is strange and out of place, yet feels oddly intimate.

Rain. Dew on fallen leaves. But a strange stench that covers it, like smoke.

"Something good?" He murmurs, raising the corners of his lips to form a hesitant smile.

"Like rainwater and wet leaves. And smoke."

"Not as bad as I thought," he says under his breath, and she releases his hand from hers, feeling the coolness of the early morning.

When they arrive back at the clearing in which they made camp, Fiona's legs are cramped and sore, and the only people waiting for them are Kyloya and Nick.

Landon was not expected to return that day, and never showed up. Marshall announced, beneath the scrutiny of Fiona's gaze, that they would be going on a new hunt tomorrow, regardless of if Landon appeared or not. The rest of his group appeared unsettled by his disappearance, but not staggered by it. If anything it was their lack of loyalty to each other that drew Fiona from her sleep that night and inspired her to run away, leaving no trace of her existence as she weaved through the woods.