Blood Donor (Gumball x Marshall lee)
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  • Reads 179,248
  • Votes 8,243
  • Parts 19
  • Time 52m
Complete, First published Feb 06, 2014
"You got it bad for me, Mr.Perfect" Marshall chuckled as his dark figure floated into the night sky, cloaking his muscular body from me. I searched every where for him until i spun around and his face was a inch away from mine. My cheeks burned and my eyes never left his lips. He leaned in closer causing my mind to scream "RUN" But i wouldn't move. He let out a dark chuckle "I need a favor" His breath hit my cold lips causing me to shiver "W-What?" He floated up and landed gracefully on his feet, i looked up at him and he licked his dry lips.
"My body can't last on the color red forever, i need blood Gumball. And i want yours"
His eyes glowed a dark red and i began to tremble.
What have i gotten myself into.
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