What is Eternity? [A Gumlee Fanfiction]

Chap. 10: Threats.

And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
'Cause we'll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms.

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Prince Gumball pushed his pink hair into the normal, pretentious up-do that he insisted maintained his princely appearance, when in reality, what maintained that was the high set of his cheekbones, and the way he seemed to see straight into someone with his eyes. But digression to what makes the prince princely is not the point, nor is it the way the Lady Cresta seemed to drool at the prospect at having the man before her all to herself, until the day he died.

She sat upon Prince Gumball's bed, her red eyes glowing hungrily. She wanted more than Gumball's blood. She wanted him. Lady Cresta wanted to rip the boy's innocence straight away from his lead laden clasp on it.

Prince Gumball turned to face the female vampire after a small, smug laugh had escaped her lips. She thought of how she had found out that the prince she was set to marry, seemed to be someone Marshall had developed feelings for. She couldn't wait to figuratively rip his heart out... Again.

The Lady Cresta could taste the victory on her tongue, and not figuratively, as she suddenly stood up, moving to Gumball, then bringing her lips to his.

She savored the sweet taste of the prince.

This would be her final victory.

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Marshall did not bother with the normal preparations he'd take to go to the Candy Castle, the day of that damned ball Gumball had invited him to. (That day just so happened to be the next, as Gumball did not seem to know when to leave well enough alone.)

For Marshall, well enough would be crawling in a hole, and sulking for the rest of eternity. Of course, though, the Candy Prince would not have that, and Marshall was secretly thankful for it.

Marshall left his home hours before the ball, umbrella in hand as he walked in the sun.

He was taking a slight... Detour, that day, one could say.

The leaves crunched beneath his feet, the mud from a rain storm sticking to his black combat boots. The humidity was causing his hair to stick to his head, and the rings beneath his eyes showed his stress. But why should he care? He had no one to look good for, so he didn't.

No one except for her, on this particular day.

Marshall lowered himself to the ground, sitting on his knees as he gazed at the tall slab of stone before him. This was the only remnant of her, all he could talk to.

The vampire placed his hands on either side of the stone, pressing his cool forehead to the epitaph, shivering at the even cooler feel of the stone.

"Lisette..." Marshall murmured, his body rocking with shaky sobs that seemed to catch in his throat, his eyes opening and closing, never finding true closure, just as Marshall never would. "Lisette, tell me what to do. Please." Marshall pleaded with his dead lover; she had always been his solace, his guide. "I don't know what to do about anything anymore. I can't tell what I want, what I need. I just... I don't know how I feel... About anything without you."

Marshall stayed against the stone, sitting atop the grave of his beloved, his mind taking him back to a day before she'd died. A time about a year before that day...

"Marshall!" Lisette's glorious voice woke the vampire up this particular morning. Well, to Marshall, the sound was so.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, arms suddenly around him. Fully bare pink skin pressed to his; Lisette shivered, but didn't care.