That one Adventure Time Fanfic (Fiolee)

The Beginning Chapter 1

Notes:

Hello! ;)

Thank you to whoever reads this, it takes me a while to get these chapters written (to the point where I actually like them, I mean). I will be updating often, I think, but not every single day.

I hope you like it!

Fiona trudged through the woods. Her legs were stiff, her stomach grumbling with cramps, and her entire body slick with sweat. How many times had she walked this way? Every tree looked the same against the moon; blackened, dead, and forked. There was no way to find an exit on her own, and without cake . . . The thought brought tears to her stinging eyes.

"Admit it, you're lost."

Fiona freezes, her breath still and coiling in her lungs as she turns. The voice sounded threatening, somewhat, and smug.

There, floating behind her, was the exact body that could ever have fit the voice. The long lanky limbs covered by only a thin plaid shirt and jeans. The tousled, shadowy hair, gray and ashy skin, and, worst of all, his glowing crimson eyes.

She was scared. not for fear of getting hurt, but rather, because she knew she would. her legs wobbled a bit even with but taking a step, and her arms, shaking, how could they lift her sword? it wasn't the probability of scars and wounds that petrified her, it was the certainty she had of them.

"So what if I do?" Fiona growled, trying her best, which must be obvious to the boy, to sound threatening and intimidating.

"So . . . How 'bout I show you the way out?" He doesn't seem to care about how he sounds, or looks, for that matter, with him hovering practically upside down.

"How about you back off? I can do this on my own."

"Oh, back off? But what if I come closer?" He smirks, turning himself until he's almost standing before he drifts over to Fiona.

"I said. Back. Off."

"Or what?" The boy taunts. "What if I come even closer?" He's now less than a foot from her face, and Fiona sees the bags beneath his eyes, the way he has a rather imperceptible hunch, how he bites his lip and raises his eyebrows. "It's not like your fat friend is here to protect you."

Just the thing to catch her attention.

"Cake? Oh glob, what have you done with her?!" Fiona screams, her fists balled so tight that her nails dig in and stain her skin with crescent indentations.

"Oh, not me. One of my buds, y'know? We're sort of a pack. I just got stuck with you." He rolls his eyes. "You know how it goes."

"What do you mean, a pack?" She murmurs, almost inaudibly, frozen by the possibility of everything worse.

"Pack. As in, more than one."

Fiona looks at him with a puzzled, outraged glare.

Then he laughs abruptly, a mad, wild laugh that makes her less scared for herself, and more for . . . Well, his sanity. she takes a step back as he reaches up and flicks a tear from his eye.

"Hmm, you're funny." He grins still, leans in until they're inches apart. face to face. His polluted amber eyes boring into her crystal blue. She pulls herself as far away as she can get without taking any more steps.

"Honey . . ."

He pauses, hooks his finger under his lip to show off his teeth.

"You didn't know I was a . . ."

His fang clicks down into place.

"Vampire?"

Fiona screams as he lunges for her, falling back into the dirt. Plumes of dust rise and billow where she landed, filling her lungs and sealing her throat. She crawls backwards. Her arm is flailing, grasping the air for her sword.

The boy stands before her, his pointed teeth edging out from the taut skin of his lip, his smirk stretching ear to ear. He paces slowly. "This is boring. Would you maybe, I dunno, try to put in more effort?"

The white of his eyes turns black.

"We want this to be fair and all, right?"

Fiona clenches the hilt of her sword, finds the strength somewhere to stand.

"That's better." He glances at her from the corner of his eye and raises his arm.

A twisting gust of wind balls up and shoots Fiona in the chest. She flies back, limbs splayed as she falls, and crashes into thorny bushes tens of feet away. Her arms and legs, neck, any bit of skin, is tainted with criss-crossing red scratch lines that bulge with scarlet blood.

She needs to, has to, must get up. Fiona stands, and her eyes burn with a glare angry enough to turn any enemy off. But this isn't just any enemy, this is the worst, most despicable she could ever bring to mind.

A vampire.

This one, this is the one she must kill. For the humiliating, unnecessary game of cat and mouse. For Cake, who she isn't sure if she will ever see again.

He saunters over to her.

"Done yet?"

She gives a final yell as she brings her sword up, using all her strength she has left to swing it down and slash through his brainless skull. But just before the blade comes down, before iron meets bone and blood sprays, Fiona hears a voice.

"Getting rid of me so soon, sweetheart?"

His hand reaches up once again, but this time to stop her sword. The blade leaves a growing gap in the smooth skin of his palm. He shoves his face in close to hers once again, parting his lips one last time to whisper in her ear, "I wasn't looking for a fight."

"Sure." Fiona's last breathy word before he propels her backward and her body slams, this time, into the wide trunk of an old tree. Dead bark crunches and splinters beneath her.

"Ugh, oh glob." she mumbles.

Fiona watches blearily, unable to move, as he takes his time stalking over to her, takes his time to place his right hand beside her head, takes his time to slowly cup his left hand around her bruised and battered cheek.

"You'll know where to find me," he whispers.

He dips his head, lets his soft locks trail into his amber eyes flecked with gold, and glances up one last time at her through his lashes. She watches then, as he closes his eyes and gently closes the space between them, moonlight illuminating his face. They're lips touch, and Fiona thinks for a second that it feels pleasant before she remembers what a vile person kneels before her. She pushes him away, weakly.

He hesitates before dragging himself over to her neck and clamping his dagger-like teeth into her skin.

She screams, an awful, terribly weak scream that will change nothing, she thinks, but cannot resist on account of the pain.

"Sorry," he murmurs when he releases his jaw and stands. "Find me when you wake up. You'll know me as Marshall, got that? Marshall Lee."

"Marshall?" Fiona croaks.

He turns once before sauntering away back into the night.

"The one and only."

That's when everything goes black.