My Vampire Lover & His Fiery Temptress (Undergoing reconstruction)

C5: I'll Follow You

Marceline's POV

"Don't you think Gumball wrapped up his speech in a really, really lame way?" I asked Marshall as everyone left.

"Well, duh. I think he was just too embarrassed to talk." Marshall chuckled. "Do you agree he was maroon?"

"Heck yeah! He has to get annoying."

"Yeah, yeah he does."

"So..." I fiddled with a strand of my hair.

"So..." he repeated.

I giggled. "Do we even need to talk? We basically know everything about each other anyway."

"Marshall Lee, is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?" he started. "That must be so confusing for my little pearl." (I know that it's little girl, but this is Simone singing to Marshall, soo... yeah.)

"And I know you're gonna need me here with you," I continued happily. "But I'm losing myself and I'm afraid you're gonna lose me too."

"This magic keeps me ali-ive," we sung together in a perfect harmony, "but it's making me cra-azy!/And I need to save you. But who's going to save me?/Please forgive me for whatever I do... when I don't remember you."

We linked hands. "Marceline," I started the second verse alone, "I can feel myself slipping away./I don't remember what it made me say."

"But I remember that I saw you frown,/I swear it wasn't me, it was the crown."

We stared into each other's eyes. Our fingers were intertwined on both hands and we were high off the ground. We sang the final chorus in unison.

"This magic keeps me ali-ive, but it's making me cra-azy./And I need to save you, but who's going to save me?/Please forgive me for whatever I do, when I don't remember you. Please forgive me for whatever I do... when I... don't... remember you."

Hot, wet tears rolled down his face and mine. I rubbed them away with my thumb. "Don't cry, Abadeer."

"Don't you cry either, Abadeer." He forced a sad smile to his face.

"Um, excuse me?" Simone called from her little corner. "I'd love to be let out and not watch you guys flirt!"

Marshall smiled at her and snatched the tiara from her head. "Okay. But I'll be keeping this... and, uh, please, Simone, tell me when you're not crazy."

"Hey!"

"It's the tiara, or your freedom, Simone," Marshall teased.

"Humph. Fine. Let me out, then."

Marshall tossed the tiara to me before he undid the ropes. "Now walk home, Simone."

"Oh, Marshall Lee, you crack me up," she chuckled, her pure-white eyes flashing to a grey for a moment. Her hand reached out to touch his face. "Is there really any other way?" Her voice sounded like a kindly old woman's for a moment. Then it was gone, her eyes went back to snow white, and her hand fell back to her side.

She trudged out of the cabin, muttering under her breath. My demon ears picked up, "Stupid lousy crazy brain, making me black out for a second, jeez, all I wanted to do was kiss Finn..." It went on.

Marshall turned to me. "You saw that, right? The eyes, the voice, the hand... it was Simone. She's still there!"

"Hey, hey, calm down, Marshy," I whispered, blurting out my pet name for him.

"Marshy?" he questioned.

"Oh, sorry," I murmured sheepishly. "I just... I don't know. Sorry."

"Hey, it's fine, Marcy." He blushed. "Um, is it okay that I call you that?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure!" I stuttered awkwardly. "Can I call you Marshy?"

"Of course," he replied easily.

I looked over my shoulder, trying to think about anything but his lips. Pale, colourless, thin. Exactly the kind of lips I wanted to kiss.

"Are you okay?" Marshall asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Why don't we go on an adventure?" he suggested.

"You mean, as, like, friends?"

"Um, well, maybe a little more?" Marshall suddenly became the awkward one. "Oh, Grod, I don't know."

"Well, let's go, and see what happens," I replied, picturing kissing him. "What adventure did you have in mind?"

"Getting... Simon, is it? The Ice King's crown."

I put my hands over my mouth. "Marshall, thank you!"

"Hey! Let me go!" Simon squealed as we tied him up and stole his crown. "Give it back! Marceline, why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you, Simon!" I shouted. "I hate that crown and what it's turned you into! You're not the Ice King, okay? You're my Simon! My guardian angel! Please, remember!" Tears were falling from my eyes. "Remember all the good times we had together! Crossing Ooo, you pushing me in a shopping trolley or a wheely chair! Fighting human zombies! Hambo! Something!"

His eyes flashed to grey for a second. "Marcy? I remember..." The recognition left his expression. "...nothing! I am not this Simon person you speak of! All that stuff you said means nothing to me!"

I turned away, furious, my eyes squeezed shut to keep the tears in. "You have no idea how much that hurts me."

With that, I took off through the window, leaving Marshall behind with my past.

I stared at the crown in my hand angrily as I floated. It had done everything. Simon going crazy was its fault.

Marshall flew up behind me and embraced me. "Don't do that, Marcy! Don't leave your past behind just because he's gone!"

"But I have to," I sobbed. "It's the only way I can forget. Without Ash, that bastard, I can't do anything except run!"

"You don't need Ash, any more than I need Ashley." Marshall gripped my shoulders firmly, forcing me to look into his eyes. "You've got me, Marcy. And you don't need anyone else to forget. You remember that, got it?"

"I... I can't!" I broke down. "I can't remember anything hopeful when my whole life is gone!"

"Oh yeah? I'll make you remember, I'll make you a new life!" Marshall was shouting by now.

"How can you?" I shouted just as loudly. "How, Marshall?"

In response, he pressed his lips against mine. They were cold and dead, exactly how I imagined.

When we broke apart, a smile was on my face. "Oh. That's how."