To The Other Side (Fiolee)

14. Temptations

Fionna stared at the alarm clock watching as the minutes crept by. Sleep evaded her no matter what position she settled into. Not even the dang chamomile tea was helping at this point. Groaning she rolled out of the bed. 

Everyone in the castle was either asleep or occupying themselves with something at this point so she felt it would be okay for her to walk around a bit. Her door opened with a creak, it was pitch black in the hallway. She feared the dark so she rushed back to her room to get her sword. Luckily it decided to light the way for her. 

Enthralled by the light bouncing off the dark walls she didn't notice the rise in the floor. She tripped on it falling arms first to the floor opening a cut. Blood poured down her arm making her hiss in pain. 

Marshall was convulsing in hot red pain when he smelt it. Blood, fresh crimson blood. His nose told him it was Fionna's. Damn it he shouldn't be sleeping near her room at all the danger he was putting her in was vile. 

Sanity slipped away from him as the smell got stronger and stronger. Any fragment on the control he had rushed away. The demon growled deeply and slid over to his door. With one swipe of his hand, the locks he had carefully locked and enchanted broke. Who was he kidding that bull crap wouldn't work.

Reaching for the door handle he ripped it open his eyes hungrily searching for his prey. A heartbeat thrummed in his ears. He stalked towards it running into the frail human girl.

There she was sprawled on the floor as blood poured down her wrist.

A squeak left her at his presence. Immediately she felt something wasn't right. The light from her sword eerily bounced off his face. In a flash, his instincts kicked in and she found herself pushed against a wall. 

The demon buried his head into the crook of her neck inhaling her scent. "Marshall! Get off." 

He didn't listen and growled lowly, his chest purring. The human's wrist were grabbed and he lifted them to his lips. By this point, he was a car without breaks. He wanted a taste even if he shouldn't. 

He slowly attached his mouth to her wrist lapping up the blood. A deep blush covered her face, she was confused. 

"What are you-" The blonde paused when he stopped. 

He drew back from her but then attached himself to her neck again. His arms wrapped around her waist tightly as his breath tickled her neck. 

The King felt the burning decrease and his thirst rise. Fangs aching he hooked his hands on her hips. They grazed against her neck feeling the life pulsing under her. 

Fear washed over Fionna making her eyes squeeze shut. Is... he going to bite me? She thought worriedly. 

Her heart beat slammed against her chest for a few minutes, but she didn't feel anything. Peeking open an eye she was met with his deep red eyes. Hunger and lust filled his eyes. 

"I'm hungry." He rasped. 

One of her eyebrows rose. "You're hungry?" 

He pulled her in even closer his touch intoxicating her. "Let me have a taste." 

"Of what?" 

He chuckled slowly his hands gravitated towards her hair brushing his hands through it. "Your blood." 

All thought process in her mind stopped. He wanted her blood? 

"Isn't that only something vampires do?" She queried. 

Marshall snorted as he pressed his knee between her thighs. He pressed kisses up and down her neck. Losing this battle was becoming more and more clear. There was no way he could resist now.