Two Halves of the Same Heart (FIOLEE)

In Which Marshall Lee nearly gets stabbed

*Marshall's POV* 

Something's wrong. 

This house has been used too recently. There are pictures around that aren't mine, of a cute blonde and what looked like an ailuranthrope if I squinted. Huh. Didn't know there were any werecats around. Not the point. 

The pantry and icebox are stocked with various kinds of spaghetti, and apparently some meatloaf. I dug around until I found an apple, then sat down at the kitchen table to try and decide what to do. I built this house, after all. You can still see the mark on the wall where I scratched my initials in. 

The only thing that ruined it was when I was suddenly pushed to the floor. 

*Fionna's POV* 

I slowly nudged the door open, to see someone with dark hair take an apple from the pantry and sit down at my table. He looked taller than me, but was wiry. I could probably take him. I could definitely take him. 

I tackled him to the ground, holding my sword to his neck. 
"Who the hell are you?!" He snapped in surprise. 
"The Blue Knight!" I snarled. "What are you doing in my house?" 
"My house." He growled. "Look up." There was a small 'ML' scratched into the wood above the picture of Cake and I. 

He took the opportunity to switch out positions. "Now, I don't normally hurt people, so I--" 
I kicked him off of me, advancing slowly. 
He rolled onto his feet, smirking slowly. "Alright. You want to do this? I haven't had a real fight in forever. And even if you are the Blue Knight... I am going to win. We could have done this the nice way, Blondie." 

Before my eyes, his skin began to ripple and stretch. Wings sprouted from his back, and coarse black hair began to cover his body. His nose elongated into a snout, and his weapon clattered to the floor. When he was done, an enormous black bat stood in front of me. "Still want to do this, Blondie?" 

I charged him. He dodged at the last second, and I slammed into the wall. Stifling a groan, I rose to my feet, waiting for him to attack. 
He came flying at me, and I raised my sword. 
I swung as I dodged, managing to hit his shoulder. 

He looked at it for a second, before baring his teeth in what I quickly realized was his version of a smile. "Not bad. I like you, Blondie. You've actually managed to land a hit." 
"I can do more than damage your shoulder." I spat. "I'm a true heroine." 
"Yeah, yeah. You're going to end up as somebody's lunch one day, you know that? Waste of your soul." 

I unconsciously looked at my watch, but before I could read the time he rushed me. I nearly got pinned, instead dodging quickly enough to just nick him. 
"Ow." He murmured, not intending me to hear him. 
"Surrender, and I'll spare you." 
"Piss off, and I'll return the favor." 

"This is my house now." 
"Your life must be fun if you live it by finders keepers." He mused, before trying to scratch me with the claw on top of his wing. I met it with my sword, before leaning in and punching him with my free hand. 
He reeled, before switching back to his human form. He kicked out at me, and I went sprawling. 

He smirked, before I tackled him. 
"I will bite you." He growled. 
"Try it." I snapped, before I met his eyes. The irises were blood red. My blood went cold, and he used the opportunity to kick me off. 

I recovered quickly, adrenaline flooding my veins. This was the Wandering Demon. How many people had he hurt? How many had he killed? I'd been meaning to get him for a while, but I had never been able to find him. I picked up my sword. 

"It's been fun, but you should really--" 
I swung my sword at his neck, and he quickly ducked. The sword buried itself in the wooden wall of my house. After tugging on it a few times, I abandoned it for the moment. 

"It's just fists now, Blondie." He shrugged. 
I glared at him, and he sensed what I was about to do next. He blocked my way to the kitchen, and smirked. "It's not that easy, Blondie." 
"I'm going to get rid of you, with or without my sword, Demon." I hissed. 

He sighed. "I'm a half-dem--" 

I tackled him, wrapping my hands about his throat. 
He seemed unamused, but not troubled by it. 
"Die, dammit!" 
He seized my wrists, pulling my hands off of him. "That's not how this works, Blondie." 

"I'm going to kill you." 
"A lot of people say that. I'm not dead yet." 
I freed my hands, realizing he had been touching my watch. Frenzied, I tried to scratch him. That got his attention. He tried to retaliate. 

I rolled onto my side, before getting up and making a dash for the kitchen. He grabbed my ankle, bringing me crashing down to the ground. I groaned, before turning to face him. 
"Nobody needs to actually die." He snapped. "Just surrender, and you can get your stuff and leave." 
"Never. Even if you weren't a soulsucking demon shapeshifter terrorizing the countryside, I wouldn't let you have it." 

"Glob, woman. I just want it for a few days. You attacked me, by the way. And again, even though you don't seem to care, I'm a half-demon. I've got a soulmate, just like you. I've got feelings, presumably like you do. I can get hurt, which I'm not completely sure you can do. So, here's the deal. You can have your house, and you let me crash here for a few days. Neither of us attack each other. When I'm on my way out, you can hunt me down and whatever, if you haven't fallen madly in love with me by then of course." 

He winked at me, and silence fell over us. It was so quite that you could hear a pin drop. But not a clock tick.