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65: Glob Save The Vampire Queen

Chapter Sixty-Five: Glob Save The Vampire Queen

Marceline thought that there would be more pain.

Yes, it did hurt like hell. The metal fragment, whizzing through the air at breakneck velocity, piercing her stomach without consideration. However, it wasn't so much the throe, but the shock, the surprise, of almost anticipating, feeling the hot, wet pain in her abdomen, the hole the bullet had made. The wound in her flesh leaked blood much like the way crying eyes leaked tears. The images swirled before her, the scene of Marshall lacerating Ash's throat with the sharp blade of his axe guitar imprinted upon her mind.

Suddenly everything went completely silent. All movement around Marceline slowed down to an agonizing pace. She could feel her pulse pounding through her body, and escaping in torrents through the open wound in her lung. At this moment she felt no pain, she felt no sorrow. She was only amazed by all that surrounded her. Looking down at her bloodstained hand, she flexed it, amazed at how the muscles flexed back and forth perfectly and would soon move no more. She fell to the ground.

"Marceline!" Marshall fleetly flew towards her and cradled her head in his arms, cursing under his breath and telekinetically removing the bullet from her wound.

"Come on, Marcy, say something," he pleaded, his cold hand brushing her hair away from her neck and shoulders. "Marceline, talk to me, dammit!" His hands lifted to cup the sides of her face.

A dull ache had formed in Marceline's chest, her torso slowly rising and falling in labored breathing. She gazed up at Marshall's face, staring intently at his red orbs, his glazed eyes. Quaveringly, she choked out, "Guess t-this is it f-for me, Mars."

His eyes widened with a film of tears in them but he blinked them back and shook his head frantically. "No... No, Marcy, don't leave me, please! I don't have anyone else!"

She smiled softy. "H-Hey... It's fine."

Marceline was saddened to know that she was dying, and tried not to be overwhelmed by the emotion she had assumed would accompany such a violent end. She looked dully into the air, not knowing what would come next, just knowing that it was the end. So this was what dying felt like. She just never thought it would come to pass this early in her life. But there was something altogether serene as she bled out, losing consciousness with a smile on her face. She could hear nothing and yet she was calm...until a sharp sensation jolted her from her stoic haze.

Marshall's fangs pierced her skin without resistance, penetrating deep into the flesh of her neck as they cut through the thin blood vessels and permitted them to spill their precious liquid. He heard her gasp, but there was nothing he could do to lessen the pain, as much as he wanted to. As the scarlet fluid flicked onto his tongue, he latched onto the wound with his entire mouth and began to suck upon it.

His flickering tongue kept the wound from clotting over, and he relished the sensation that the ripped flesh gave to his tongue. He had not drunk human blood for such a long time that he almost forgot how...delicious it was. As he tasted her, he knew it wasn't enough. He wanted more. But he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to drain her out completely. When she felt him withdraw, she blearily saw him wipe his mouth with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. And then her half-lidded eyes fluttered shut.

"No no no! Marcy, you gotta hang on!"

Marshall bit down hard on his own tongue, drawing blood. He held the back of Marceline's head and kissed her with as much love as he had bottled up for her. He thrusted his tongue deep into her mouth, letting her taste his blood. But the lip-lock did not last long when she became unresponsive. He pulled away, and gently placed her head on the floor.

"No, don't die on me, please. Marceline?"

And then silence, all too long. He waited. And waited. The longer he waited, the more tears pooled in his eyes. He felt like crying, but he never freaking cried; he wasn't one to cry. Nothing happened. Her face was wan, her lips faded. Her shirt was stained with her blood, her neck red. He held her hand; it was no longer warm. He felt for her pulse; her heart was no longer beating.

"No...no..." Marshall shook Marceline's motionless body. "Marceline, wake up! You can't just leave me like this!"

He wasn't one to cry, but it seemed that she changed that.

In the puddle of her own blood, Marceline laid dead, with Marshall burying his face in her shoulder, hugging her dearly, shedding tears. He couldn't let her go. He wouldn't let her go. Throughout the whole time he laid on the floor by her cadaver, he didn't notice the gunshot wound in her stomach closing, or her bruises disappearing.

While he was nothing but a weeping mess, something inexplicable had sparked in her. And as though she had just been revived by a defibrillator, her eyes shot open, and she sucked in her first breath of fresh air, except that it smelled more like blood. Her eyes landed on the disarray of black hair on her shoulder.

"Dude, are you crying?"

Marshall, tearstained face and all, lifted his head, his eyes going huge upon seeing Marceline awake. Her skin had regained its smooth pale appearance and touch. Her eyes were no longer green, but blood red.

She sat up with a grin, fangs bared, and pointed a finger at him. "Hah! You totally were crying!"

Without warning, he pulled her into him. "I thought you were a goner." he whispered.

Marceline smiled and wrapped her arms tightly around Marshall, nuzzling her head against his chest. "I told you I won't leave you again. Thanks for saving me, Mars."

"I couldn't just let you die."

"Exact-"

He pressed his lips to hers, and in the dark, they blew up in a bright light like fireworks. They were reunited, and boy, did it felt so damn good.

AN: Ash's dead, by the way. Oh, and from what I've researched, you're supposed to exchange blood with a vampire to get turned into one :)