Fionnas POV;
I held onto Marshall, reluctant to let him go. He had nearly died for me. Nearly gave his life for my own. Everyone thought vampires were invincible, but I wasn't stupid. I had known Marshall Lee for a Long time. And I knew most of his weaknesses.
I couldn't stop the tears as I lifted my face to look up at him. He had closed his eyes again, his fingers combing through my hair as a small smirk played on his face.
"Marshall?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, My Fionna?" His voice was quiet, raspy as if in pain. It shot a pain through my chest. New tears springing to my eyes.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Ah, Fi. You worry to much. Obviously you got a thing for me." He peeked over at me with a small smile. "But I can't blame you. I mean, who wouldn't want all this." He motioned to his body with one hand, wincing.
"Marshall don't be stupid." I grabbed his hand and wrapped it in mine. "Stay still. It might take a while to recover." I curled up next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. After a few moments of quiet, I sighed. "Thank you."
"For?"
"Saving me."
"It wouldn't be the first time." He said with a laugh, followed by a wince and a groan. "I'm sorry for ruining your pre-birthday day." He said quietly, pain in his voice, but a different kind of pain, and it tugged at my heart.
"It's okay. I didn't have high expectations anyway." That made him laugh, another wince and groan. I pulled away and looked down at him.
"Shouldn't you be heading home?" He asked in a small voice. "Cake-" he sucked in a sharp breath, "must be worried sick."
"You need me here." I said, setting a hand on his cheek and brushing his black hair back.
"Fionna..." He started, his eyes filled with emotion and longing- but they were cut short. Soon filled with hate and anger. "I don't need you here. Why would you think I would need you? Come on, Fionna. You're only a human." He rolled his eyes, "go home, Fionna."
My heart pounded loudly, and with every pound, a new level of pain pumped through me. I don't know why I cared so much, I really shouldn't. It was Marshall. He was known to be a jerk. He was so secluded most of his life; alone. He didn't know how to show friendship or affection. But for some reason it hurt me. And it cut me deep.
"Why are you still here?!" He yelled, motioning for me to leave. "Go!"
Apparently I had just been sitting there, gawking at him while I was in thought.
But as his tone grew harsh, I jumped up and ran off into the forest, not sure which way was out; but sure I wanted to get away from him.
Tears poured from my eyes as I ran, dodging trees.
He saved my life. He didn't have to! Not if he was going to regret it. Not if he was going to treat me like this. He had been so nice, so sweet. He actually let me touch him, and he actually touched me.
I stopped from running and sat down on a huge root of a tree that was popping up out of the ground.
What was I going to do...
