The Vampire's seal lll : Love over immortality

Hope is a sad thing

Michael

I felt my blood boil and my neck crack back into place. My eyes burned with hatred, and I felt my mind try to restrain my body from transforming into something else. Above, I heard his taunting voice as he acted as a spectator for the fight.

"Ha! You're so pathetic! You couldn't even sense her presence, and you expect to win?"

"Shut up." I growled, irritated by his voice. My eyes flickered back to her just in time for me to catch a mouthful of punches. The woman punched me in the face over and over, and for some peculiar reason, the punches actually hurt.

Trying to recollect my training sessions with Marceline, I successfully blocked one punch only to be greeted with a flying kick instead.

I mean, at first the kick didn't seem like much. But as I was flying halfway across the room because of the overwhelming force of the kick, I realized something.

"What the hell?" I remarked.

I looked at her face startled when I finally got it. I finally realized who she reminded me of, with those crazy kicks of hers.

"My god." I murmured.

I saw her twist her neck and look at me strangely before I cried out again.

"It's's you, isn't it?" I called out loudly. I hoped her silence was a no. But when Red called out to her and ordered her to speak, her words shook me.

"Y-you dumbass... why did you come?"

'Dumbass'.... oh my gosh, it's really her... It's Marceline!

" You've gotten everyone killed by coming here... Why? Why! Answer me! Why did you come you idiot! You've done this to me! You stupid gold eyes are all the same!"

"Marce-"

"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! I'm going to kill you for doing this to me! I'll kill you! I'll stop your heart and kill you the same way Red did to Freya!"

I looked at Marceline in shock.

"What...?" I began confused. "Red, what did you do to her? Marceline, why would you say that?"

Red laughed so loudly, the sound echoed off the walls of the ballroom.

"I manefested my manipulation power into something materialistic- into a mask, more specifically. If you must know. There's no way she can resist me now, you see. She's mine."

I looked at Red with eyes wet with tears and looked back at Marceline. She was glaring at me, her head bent, arms hanging low with her knees bent. She was breathing heavily through the mask, and I realized why blood kept coming from it. The mask was hurting her face.

And Red was going to pay for it.

"Red, I'll kill y-"

Marceline had me in a choke hold before I could finish.

"I'll kill you before you even get close to Red!" She roared. I struggled around a bit before trying to reach out to her mind.

"Marceline! " I barked through my attempts of trying to breath for air. "Stop it! I know ...that you're stronger than this! So stop! Please! "

"She's really not though." Red said amused. I looked up at him while struggling to keep Marceline from choking me out.

"She's only a vampire." Red commented. " Had she been fighting something else, I'm sure she'd win, but you must get it by now Mike. You and me? We're gods! We can live throughout generations and create wars for entertainment!  So please tell me that you don't believe that a little bitch like Marceline could stop me from controlling her."

I looked at Red beginning to suffocate. He looked at me with a sick smile as Marceline dropped me to my knees.

While it was true that I was by far, much more powerful in comparison to Marceline, she had much more experience.

I had no hope against a born killer.

But, you see, that's when I realized it.

The answer. It had been so fricken obvious the whole entire time. Staring at me right in the face.

"G...Go..." I sputtered.

"What?" Red said, signaling Marceline to stop. "What are you saying now?"

"Gods..." I said, glaring at Red and making a bloody grin.

I'm a fricken god!

I flipped Marceline over my shoulder, and before she could compose herself, I sat on top of her, restricting her movement.

"You stupid fuck! What do you think you're doing to my Marceline? "

I didn't look back at Red, even when I heard his feet touch the floor from his jump from the balcony. I just focused my glowing eyes on the dull ones in front of me.

I touched the mask and began to pull at it, despite Marceline's clawing and howling.

I'm hurting her! I thought worried.

But I didn't stop. I knew that Marceline's freedom laid within my ability to get the mask off.

So even as I pulled the mask off of her face, as the long needles undug themselves from her skin, even as she cried, even as she began to begged me to leave the mask on, even as she told me that she loved me, that she'd kill me, that she'd hurt my kids- I never stopped pulling the mask off of her.

"Hope is a sad thing." I heard Red murmur behind me. I turned around to face him and was greeted with a fist.

"It hurts us, by allowing us to keep believing in something that will never happen." He began clearly upset.

As I rolled over a few feet awat, I was satisfied when I felt the mask in my hands. I had freed her.

I had saved Marceline.

I had thought.

I had hoped.

"I forgot to tell you Mike,"  Red said, kicking my side.

"The mask kills the wearer whenever it's removed."

My eyes flung wide open when he said that. No... he's lying.... He has to be lying!

"By taking off the mask... " Red angrily yelled. "You killed my Marceline!"

I killed Marceline?