To The Other Side (Fiolee)

16. I Was Thinking About Me

Her crimson blood lightly pattered on the stone floor. The scent of it flooded Marshall's senses making blood lust pour through. His feet made contact with the floor as an internal battle began to wage in him. 

One step forward, no, one step back. Struggling he turned away from her desperate to grasp a hold of himself. 

"Marshall stop holding back. Your only hurting yourself." Fionna soothed. 

Slowly, at her words he stalked forward. His hand outstretched for her thin wrist and he pulled it to his lips. The purest feeling of calm fluttered in as he felt her rapid pulse. She was alive he was not. Just another reminder of how different they were.

Being as gentle as he could muster he started to feed. All the rage and hunger he had slowly fizzled away, like it was never there. Her hands reached out softly to thread through his raven locks. As time time passed her grip lessened until he felt her go limp in his arms.

Quickly Marshall retracted nervously looking down at Fionna. Her eyes were hooded and her breath labored. Sucking in a breath he scooped up her limp body. 

"Fi.. uh are you okay?"

There was no response as her head lulled. He pinched his temple and swiftly took her back to her room. Luckily for him he hadn't taken enough to critically hurt her but she had passed out. Honestly he felt embarrassed with her his restraint didn't really exist. 

Since she had already dozed off he situated her in her bed and gave a light kiss to her forehead. When he was sure she was comfortable and safe he zoomed out of the room. 

His energy was coming back to him in waves now and he felt energy again. She had become the only person to sate his thirst. It made him feel shameful, he couldn't just use up someone like this. However if he didn't drink her blood there was no way he was going to be able to function.

He was shoved in a corner again where he had to choose between right and wrong. She had said it was fine but if every time he couldn't control himself was it worth it? Perhaps.

A sharp clicking echoed down the halls as Simone appeared. "Hello dear."

His crimson eyes jumped up to her, he acknowledged her with a nod. 

"Marshall someones here for you. He's pink and very handsome, he is waiting for you in the throne room."

Marshall Lee's adams apple bobbed as he gulped back a crawling feeling. "Oh uh thanks and Simone don't be a cougar."

His old friend rolled her eyes and straightened up. "Me a cougar? I'd never." The icey woman then winked and walked away.

Marshall snorted and walked to the throne room. If that guy, Gumball, was really here... 

What the hell did he even want? The last time they had interacted hadn't been pleasant. I mean it really wasn't his fault about what had went down between them. But Gumball the forever good boy had fucked him over.

Finally he reached their meeting spot and spied the devil himself. 
"Hello Marshall Lee, its been awhile hasn't it?" Gumball readjusted his tie and gave him a flashy smile. 

"Lets cut the crap Gumball. What exactly do you want." 

The angelic looking boys posture stiffened as his grin turned sour. "Well I see you still can't be civil. If you must know I'm here for someone that you have."

Marshall's brows furrowed. His thoughts flashed to Fionna, he couldn't mean her could he? 

"I very much mean Fionna Mertens, the human. You have her and I want her back where she belongs."