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There´s a comfort in solitude that few people seem to comprehend, many people seem to take for granted the succor your own company can provide. Fiona, the human, is wearing her bunny hat as she´s watching the moonlight hit the land of AAA thanks to her now-fixed window-Simone fixed for her, it's baby steps with the former crazy queen but Fiona is nothing if patient she was talking about that lost boy, the boy with a teddy bear Fiona remembers with some melancholy attached and has a grim reminder how her life must have been tough.
Her cat-sister is away indefinitely to be with her husband and family. Yes, her kids are already grown-ups but even so, others come first and Fiona won´t falter her for this. Actually, Fiona was the one to insist that her cat sister take the time off with her husband and family.
Fiona, the human can take care of herself.
I do have my swords. Lots of swords and if a ghost tries to mess with me AGAIN…I can exorcise them.
Fiona looks at the collection of swords with a gleam in her eyes. Over the past years, the adventuress has collected many, many swords of all types, some are cursed and some are just broken swords. The woman admires her TWO hands. It was a short miracle that prevented the last cursed sword from removing her left hand. Did the others have the same luck?
The tree house is the same as ever, there the tons of trinkets Fiona and Cake gained along their adventures, and there are many photos of Fiona´s family - Mama cat hugging her three daughters and smiling to the camera- posted in the thick trunk of the tree there's small risks as if forming something…
Ah yes…there was a mark underneath all that…I forget.
It was a strange little corky thing, Fiona can safely suppose, in HER house. If memory is not failing her it was a big M but over the years the girl has learned that sometimes something written on the wall means absolutely nothing.
Fiona only sighs. The radio is off and there's nothing much to do today…maybe she can change herself and see what she does next.
The mark doesn't matter anymore. The mark doesn't matter anymore, and Fiona wonders why she's even bothering to think about such an old thing. The woman stretched herself and lifted from the couch her blue eyes noticed how one of the pillows used to be red but …now white. Wrong memory? Maybe Cake traded the pillow she likes to do that once in a while.
Fiona is climbing the stairs and stops because she feels as if someone is watching her. “Shelley?” the worm responds. Fiona makes small talk. Shelly, the party worm, likes to crawl around in the house.
Looking behind her…there´s NOTHING.
Maybe it is because I never spend so much time away from Cake.
The woman climbs till she reaches her bedroom and yawns as she strips off her blue shirt without care. Fiona feels a little cold travel through her spine and… “I left the window open again?!” The woman was sure she closed it.
Once again, there's only Fiona, the lonely human here.
Maybe it's the loneliness speaking, maybe it's because the last relationship she had was with the Fire Prince, and …it ended BADLY. Either way, it feels as if someone is watching her with hungry eyes, someone is desiring her.
There's NOTHING here.
“Maybe I´m alone, too alone.” Could be Fiona ready for a new relationship? Maybe, maybe not.
Going to the nearest draw to take out…
“HUH?” Fiona is perplexed because her pajamas are usually RED. Now, it's totally white as if someone sucked the color out of it, which is impossible. “My glob, what happened here?” Looking at her room and there's absolutely nothing.
NOTHING is staring at her.
“Ok, ok let's see some other red clothes.” Fiona can safely assume this is all a washing machine incident. Her trained eyes are scanning everything and there's nothing to see. Maybe this is a laundry incident after all, as Cake is a great chef, but she doesn't seem to know how to use the washing machine.
It's possible that in her last time using the washing machine an accident happened.
Fiona just shrugs. Accidents happen and it's not like it's the end of the world, the woman goes to her wardrobe, opens one door with a mirror attached, and gasps as her bunny hat is no more.
There´s NOTHING but her reflection staring at her in pure bewilderment.
“WHAT?” Fiona is now shocked as her fingers are touching her free golden hair. Her hair is not one to fall so easily unless…SOMEONE PUSH IT.
Fiona goes to take another red pajama, there´s a spare ready to be used and…
“AH COME ON!” Her spare is also drained of color. The woman grabs her sword and looks around. “IF YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE DAMN GHOSTS, I HAVE NO ISSUE IN SENDING YOU TO THE DAMN NIGHTSPHORE!”
Fiona is still shirtless, her white bra is still in place. Her blue short is not the ideal attire for a fight but Fiona couldn't care less. Her jaw clenched as her eyes tried to make sense of what was going on.
Someone starts to laugh.
There's no one here.
NOTHING is staring at her.
“You'll send me to Nightsphere?” The baritone voice asked almost mockingly, far too amused.
“Yes, you damn ghost.” Fiona takes a swing at nothing and…absolutely nothing happens.
“Well, relax, I´m not a ghost.” And chuckles as Fiona is baffled. “I´m something much worse, but I promise you…No Ghost. You two seem to have a bad relationship.”
Fiona´s bottom lip curves upside down, and her eyes are still searching for any signal of what this person/creature may be. “So what are you?”
“Hm…” He seems to be thinking about it, Fiona is looking up and down, he's invisible and is floating somewhere…and is not a ghost. “Not telling, you´re a very smart adventuress, you can pick up what I´m, after all, you have so many books about me.”
Fiona scratches her head.
Huh?
The voice just laughed and as if taking pity or maybe to add more humor to the situation handed her a book called Nosferatu.
Fiona stares at the NOTHING.
The NOTHING is staring at her.
“I…never read the book,” Fiona confessed.
“Well, now you´re living the plot.” His voice is way too close, whispering in her ear and Fiona´s face is too heated now.
Great, I have an entity in my house. What should I do now?
What do you know about vampires? It´s a sting question Cake asked years ago in a whispy tone as if the creatures could hear them. Fiona shakes her head and shrugs, vampires aren´t real, and if they are…she fights them, not hard math here. Cake sighed and trembled as mentioned the most important fact about a vampire: THEY DRINK BLOOD.
Right now, Fiona is facing a real-life vampire and has no idea what to do, no, that's not correct…she has a good idea of what to do. Somehow the human can hear his little sounds and while she can´t see him…her hand curled into a fist and definitely hit something.
Revealing a man more or less her age, if Fiona can ignore the fact his skin is so pale, his fangs are showing, his flannel shirt is very visible, and..he's floating. The man is nursing the check Fiona apparently hit. “Ouch, that hurt.”
Followed by him laughing amused.
“Hey, who are you, and why are you in my house?” Fiona demands clenching her teeth and with a sword in her hands. At the back of her mind, Fiona can remember Simone´s words about a boy who used a flannel shirt but…Fiona is not entirely sure if that REALLY meant anything.
Simone has her relapses here and there…
Sometimes she's right, others she is just stuck in insanity.
His lips curl into a smug smile, showing his fangs. Snapping his fingers, the photos of her which WERE safely tucked in the trunk now float, revealing the big M. Now his eyes turn to Fiona with such glee. “My name is Marshall Lee and this is my house. See M of Marshall Lee.”
Marshall Lee snaps his fingers again, and the photos are back on the trunk of the tree. However, the photos are secondary to the big M in the display. It's not a lie; this house belongs to Marshall Lee.
Why did Shelly never tell me that?
“Well, I´m living here now.” Fiona boldly proclaims staring at the vampire now known as Marshall Lee still floating slowly puts his feet on the ground, it's very graceful. Fiona still holds her sword as she aims at him, with an iron grip.
The vampire still smirks unbothered by the blade as his finger lowers it, never taking his eyes off Fiona. “Put the sword down before you get hurt,” and then his laughter echoes the air as he raises his hands in mocking defeat. “I don't want to fight, just want to see my old house, relax…it has been 800 years since I was here.”
Fiona lowers her sword and lets this information sink in. 800 years? Oh, that explains why the house was so abandoned.
“What?” Fiona oh so eloquently adds as the vampire is now on the couch, admiring the decor, there are many photos of Cake and Fiona. A little Fiona, in a big frame, is giving a toothy smile. His eyes are on the photo for a moment, then move to newer photos. One of the frames has Ice Queen, visibly confused but trying to pose, as Fiona with her winter coat is making the V of victory.
His eyes are now on Fiona who is scratching her head at the scene, it's not every day a vampire enters her house, well, it's technically his house but Fiona doesn't care for details.
Marshall Lee seems to sense her confusion, but first, he removes his red flannel shirt/jacket and gives it to Fiona. The woman tilts her head until it dwells on her…she is shirtless, Cake for sure would think how unlady like this was the same for Gumball.
Not that I care too much.
Fiona takes the red shirt, using it to cover herself and now looks wry and asks cautiously. “Well, hm aren't you hungry?” This is a valid question as vampires are known to drink blood. Marshall looks very sly, his fangs look so sharpy.
“You mean blood?” his fangs are visible and Fiona watches fascinated but awry. To her surprise, Marshall takes something out of his pocket, a red ball, and never breaks eye contact with the human …the red ball is drained of its original color. “I can feed on blood”
Marshall Lee won´t mention how HER blood is so enticing.
“Wait, you sucked the color out of my pajamas?” Fiona accused with her eyes twitching a little. Marshall´s only excuse is to say “Your pajamas are so red, red as blood, I couldn't control myself” chuckles amused.
Fiona isn't happy.
“I can make up to you,” Marshall states finding her twitching eyes cute, and starts telling stories of his travels. He´s a very old vampire and saw a lot of AAA. Fiona changes her attitude pretty fast as his stories are captivating.
He was even in the Fire Kingdom.
Not even when she was in a “situationship” with the Fire Prince…Fiona couldn´t enter those places.
The Fire Kingdom has many ruins of old age as Fire King conquered lands, objects, and whatnot in his younger age, of course, it's good to keep in mind how the life span of 300 years and Marshall, as he casually puts it, is older and saw many of the loot the king coveted…
“Gumball…let him do that?” Fiona asked gazing at Marshall trying to imagine Prince Gumball letting anyone pillage anything, even if it ruins. Fiona can imagine Gumball smashing enemies for trivial reasons, what would he do if the King of the Fire kingdom ever tried to steal anything from Gumball?
Fiona bites her lips as her eyes avert to the window. He destroyed his old guards for far less. He destroyed them for something HE created on those poor creatures.
The beauty of maturity is now…understanding some of Gumball´s actions are grey at best. One of his former guards, a robotic creature crafted by Gumball to serve GUMBALL, survived the genocide of its people and taught Fiona how to use the swords…he is now acting as his secret guard.
He said he's happy to serve …but he's crafted to serve.
Am I crazy to see that as wrong?
“Of course not, Gumbhead would destroy the Fire Kingdom if the King so much dared to take one of his Peebles,” Marshall shrugs but his eyes are now a bit demonic. “He doesn't like anyone defying him.”
Fiona can only nod. The implications are passed subtly now.
“I saw other things too, check out.” Marshall´s baritone voice calls Fiona back to him, his demonic eyes don't phase her. He took shiny stones out of another pocket and they started glowing, even dancing as they saw Fiona.
The girl doesn't even mind what he's wearing, tugging her blond lock behind her ear as she sees the magical stones making a show. “Cake tried to get those…she said it was impossible” Her eyes are shining spectacularly.
Marshall laughs and it seems the little gift smooths things over.
The show is over much to Fiona´s dismay.
“Well, I like the stories and the show, but …” Fiona looks out the window and back at Marshall, “It's getting late,”
Marshall Lee nodded. “It is, well…I don't want to leave now, you know, rain is about to fall in 1, 2 and…” Just as he predicted the rain swept in with heavy drops watering the grass and everything.
Fiona´s jaw dropped.
Marshall Lee is far too amused, he comes to her, too close. Their faces are too close. “I gave you my red jacket, can I spend the night in my OLD home?” Fiona can´t reply fast enough and Marshall Lee takes that as a yes. “Thanks, bunny.” and took a step back. Fiona´s heart is still beating so loud.
“HOW YOU DID THAT?” Shouts Fiona looking between the rain falling behind the window and back at Marshall Lee. “Being a vampire means…you can control the weather.” Her eyes widened as she said. “OH MY GLOB, ARE YOU LIKE HER?”
Marshall now titled his head. Huh?
Fiona raises her finger wordlessly much to the vampire´s surprise and amusement and then she is quick on her feet. Near the coach, there's an old trunk. It's old and maybe it belonged to Marshall Lee in the past, it's unclear. What´s clear is how inside there are many old texts and Fiona picked one of them very delicately.
“Are you like her?” She refers to the plastic text with images of the vampire.
It's an old comic book.
It's an old comic book showing Storm, from X-Men.
Marshall Lee blinks at content. “I don't think I've seen a comic book of Storm in 1000 years, maybe more.” Mutters to himself and whistles. “You have one of her comics?”
Fiona nods enthusiastically.
“Interesting,” Marshall is not hiding the smirk. Will remember that later. “No, I can´t control the weather.” The vampire wonders if any vampire COULD do such a thing. “Besides, it's not hard to predict the weather.”
It's hard to predict the weather if you are Fiona, the human.
“So I shall stay for the night.”
“You won't…kick me out, right?”
Marshall turns to her with his demonic eyes, but still no effect on Fiona. “I'm a bad little boy, I'm not evil, I just lost the meaning of right and wrong after 1000 years.” His singing voice is enchanting. “Relax, I don't want to see you homeless either, I just wanted to see my old house.”
Oh, so that would be like a sleepover.
I can do that.
The talks about tiers come to mind and Fiona blushes. Being alone has many perks but now being alone with a vampire, Marshall Lee, there's this new thing to be aware of. She's alone with a man.
Her face heated up. Thank Glob Cake isn't here.
Marshall likes her blushing face…it's so enticing, like her blood. The last human of AAA.
What followed was a proximity between Marshall, the vampire who is wearing a black T-shirt, his skin is grey and there's nothing ghoulish on him. In fact, Fiona would dare to say he's handsome, his fringes fall on his eyes and give him a very attractive look in her opinion. Marshall Lee is very handsome.
The vampire looks at her and shows his demonic tongue, long and forked at her, and chuckles at her reaction.
Fiona's face flushed as she couldn't help but compare him with Fire Prince and find him far more attractive.
His hair looks so soft.
Marshall Lee has dated in the past, magic users who RESEMBLE humans, Ashley for example, could pass as a human. Ashley could be considered a beautiful WOMAN but her attitude is too nasty. Thank God I´m free of that nutcake.
Fiona is a human with blonde hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. She's beautiful. His eyes are on Fiona, the human. They are to watch a TV show on BMO-the little robot has no qualms in knowing a vampire- Heat Signals seems to be the chosen one as she mutters under her breath how she never managed to finish the movie…because of those three punk ghosts.
Ah, she is the one who sent one of them to the Nightosphere. Yeah, they complained to me…
“Not a fan of ghosts?” Marshall Lee commented snorting as Fiona sent a very obvious “Duh”
The human sighs and still wearing his shirt, scratches her head. “I don't have an issue with all the ghosts, just the trio of delinquents…they did a prank on me a few years ago.” It's all Fiona will say and Marshall Lee nods.
Yeah, their pranks can be hit or miss…
Should I tell her about how I sort on the Nightosphere? Nah, it's too soon.
“You…helped the icy queen.” It's not a question, not by a long shot. His eyes aren't on the movie; they are only on Fiona. She sits next to her natural predator with such ease. What a good little girl she is.
Fiona stares at him. “Yes, look…did she try to kidnap you?” she's positively sure Simone NEVER tried to kidnap a vampire. “Whatever she did in the past…she's trying to change, look.” Fiona won't reveal all her backstory, it's too personal and heavy for a STRANGE vampire. “She has dealt with some stuff but is changing a new leaf. She´s a good person and won't bother anyone…She´s a good person if you pass all the insanity.”
Fiona won't mention how her penguin is a Lovecraftian being even the ruler of Nightsphore fears.
Marshall´s face looks too soft, too stuck on her words. “You…helped her.”
Again, not a question.
“Yes, she needed help. And you know, when she's not kidnapping princes,” Fiona rolls her eyes at memories of Simone trying to get with Gumball, of all people. “She´s a good person. No princes kidnapped in 8 months now and counting plus she's making more friends." The little ragtag of magicians often invite Fiona to their magical trip and while the human has no magical power…she often agrees to their trip.
I often feel …someone is watching me at night. Fiona thinks as she recalls the last trip and how under the moonlight it felt as if someone WAS watching them and maybe there was someone out there but whoever it was, never bothered them.
Marshall Lee let those words absorb into his very core, his very hybrid core. Someone managed to help Simone, out of all those centuries, someone helped her…His eyes are on Fiona gazing at her with such adoration it´s alien for the girl.
“You…helped her.” His tone is too soft. Marshall Lee looks very thankful for Fiona helping a STRANGER.
“I´m a hero, it's my job. Besides, like I said before, she´s not dangerous nor a bad person.” Fiona is now looking at the screen in hopes Marshall won´t see how her face is heated up, again.
A cold index finger holds onto her chin and makes her head, gently, turn to his. His eyes are gazing upon her so softly. It´s a stark contrast with Fire Prince. In the back of her mind, Fiona wonders if is all right to compare her EX with a vampire she met today.
“I want to thank you,” Marshall comes closer to her face, admiring every inch of Fiona. The human stares into his eyes enthralled and a voice in the back of her head tells how she NEVER looked at Ben, the Fire Prince like that.
Fiona doesn't break eye contact nor show any discomfort. “I´m a good girl, I like to help.”
Now Marshall Lee has a big smile, once again, baring his fangs. “That isn't a no…” His voice is teasing.
Fiona blushes but doesn´t stop him or show any discomfort.
If he wants to reward her…she can accept, just this once.
The movie is an afterthought right now.
Marshall captured her lips, it was a chaste kiss. It's like taking a small bite-what ironic comparison, Fiona thinks- of something delicious, it´s like being able to take a small bite of a delicious pie and suddenly you're hungry for the whole thing.
Fiona, the human is not above such temptations.
She opened her mouth with assertiveness, like everything in her life. Marshall isn´t pushing her away so maybe Fiona IS on the right track here. Tasting his fang was an accident at first, letting her tongue slide on it a second time was certainly not.
Marshall stops the kiss and chuckles. “You aren't afraid?” once again, gazing at her with his demonic eyes. Fiona shakes her head and Marshall kisses her again, this time HE is tasting her, pulling her closer enough HE can hear her heartbeat and it's soothing, it's lovely. A side of him wonders how it would be to have her heart in his hands…It's easy to brush off such thoughts.
She wouldn't be here if I did this.
His cold hands reach on her back, even if is his jacket is still hugging her skin, Marshall can feel it. It´s soft and urges Marshall to touch her more, bite her, mark her but…he won´t. I can control myself…can I?
Fiona embraces him vaguely remembering Cake´s talk regarding tiers and what would follow on the last step. Right now, she wants to continue.
Marshall Lee is feeling warmer by the minute and even though he's wearing just a T-shirt it still feels too warm. Fiona´s face is getting red as her hands are traveling on his back as if mimicking what he is doing.
Does she want the vampire?
BMO stops his movie to see the couple kissing. He sighs and walks away…if no one wants to see the movie, why waste time?
The kiss stops with Marshall biting her inner lips with some self-restraint. His eyes are on Fiona and vice versa. There are no words spoken among them but Fiona holds his hand, still with a flustered face, and has a defiant expression.
Let's do this or not?
Marshall smirks. He takes her hand loving how warm it is, he doesn't mind how calloused it is, in fact, he relishes it. As Fiona is walking next to him to the bedroom. BMO is not in the scene but one can hear him playing with himself as the gaming sounds are hard to ignore but Fiona just walks with Marshall.
Now she's back to her room…
Now she's no longer alone.
“First time?” Marshall Lee teases but deep down is curious Fiona IS full of contradiction and sex is fun, she's an adult and Marshall doesn't believe in soulmates who wait for you. Fiona shakes her head, still blushing, now looking a bit unsure.
“Me and the Fire Prince…” Fiona doesn´t need to elaborate more. Again, Marshall cannot fault anyone for having a past. No more words are needed as Marshall is not interested in her past because he wants to be her future.
He wants her.
His fingers are cold supposedly because of his condition or maybe the lack of BLOOD, but as he lifts her face, admiring her innocent eyes, the true eyes of a GOOD GIRL, there´s no repulsion regarding the coldness.
Marshall guides her to the bed which is just a pile of blankets woven together, the torrent of rain hitting on the glass of the window. It's a nice background noise. The human doesn't get what's happening why is Marshall putting a hand on her thing…
Oh.
Fiona blushes but doesn´t stop him as his cold hands remove her shorts, and her panties, and before anything escalates the human needs to speak her face is heated up but her eyes are shining as is only on Marshall. “Wait, I could have been on…my days.”
Marshall only raises an eyebrow. “Are you?”
“Well no, but that wouldn't be a problem?”
Marshall opens the biggest smile and replies. “No!’
Removing her panties was easy and Fiona bites her lips as she´s free of the item, spreads her legs as much as she can and Marshall puts his face there. His cold hands hold on her legs as his tongue tastes Fiona´s wet folders.
Fiona shivers lightly but hopes this continues…no one touches her there. Aside from herself when there was no one watching.
His forked tongue is reaching her clitoris, tasting more and more of her.
“Marshall…” Fiona tries to warm up as she feels an eruption is coming. The vampire continues to taste her. Fiona is very sweet and it augments his hunger just thinking if her blood would be as sweet as well.
“Marshall…” She tries again but it's too late as the human squirts in his mouth and Marshall, the vampire, makes a point to look at Fiona, painting and flustered, as he licks his lips. The vampire just moves forward as their lips are an inch of distance and…they kiss again.
Tasting herself is not strange as Fiona thought, at least, not if Marshall is there.
Her back hits the back as Marshall is taking his pants off…when was the last time he had time for sex?
Hm…I don´t remember.
Doesn´t matter. I found Fiona.
The sight of Fiona, in her own bed, waiting for him is too baffling, too blissful for him. Marshall the vampire strokes his dick a few times. Acutely aware Fiona´s eyes are on a very particular part of his body…it makes everything harder, in the best way.
Fiona has seen other nudes' bodies before, be it in art or even in her past flings…Marshall Lee is different though. His body IS different but at the same time is so…human. His skin is too pale, he floats and is a vampire but he's also so …human.
“You look so human,” Fiona mumbles with some reverence and Marshall gazes at her in total secrecy, his eyes looking very old suddenly and Fiona wants to know what those eyes saw. What was AAA in the past? Was there any human in his time?
Marshall is on top of her, her body is warm. Her blonde hair is spread on the blankets making her seem like a renascent figure, in the past Simone was always teaching about art to Marshall, always saying how art is eternal.
In a way, she wasn't wrong.
“You think…I look human?” Marshall's hoarse voice asked as his hand cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples and earning soft moans from Fiona. “Thank you.” It's all his mind can say because his past is riddled with darkness, maybe, that's how his songs are often dark or often stories about seeking the light.
Not that his fans notice the gritty details.
If the human was to reply, it's pointless now as Marshall is sucking one of her nipples while lightly twisting the other. Fiona is moaning lightly again, trying to bite her lips so no one hears it and Marshall Lee doesn't see the point in that.
He continues giving attention to her nipples.
Fiona is getting too overstimulated, even more as his fingers are always teasing her body going lower and lower making her gasp…she wants more.
Marshall is taking his time to taste her. She´s the LAST HUMAN of AAA.
“Marshall…” Fiona stares at him with that smirk on his handsome face and he stops. “I want you,” speaks in one line a total sincerity of her desire, and Marshall could soak on such sincerity, on such candidness.
Oh to be human again.
Wordlessly the vampire positions his sex on her wet folders, his eyes are always on Fiona and the human is matching his energy. I like that. His member is a bit sturdy, a bit too thick for Fiona so it wasn't a smooth entrance at first.
She winced at pain for a few moments and Marshall almost stopped.
“DON'T DARE STOP!” Fiona shouts and the vampire just nods.
After a few minutes, she's no longer wincing in pain but moaning his name oh so lovely. His thrust started at a slow pace but started to get more speed and her moans were getting louder, it´s music for Marshall Lee.
Grabbing her wrist as the vampire continues to thrust her so roughly as his eyes are getting demonic.
He could easily lose himself in this human…and it would be the sweetest downfall in his life. Even when he's cumming inside of her…nothing else matters.
The rain is still pouring outside. Marshall wants to make this human HIS.
The sun is present to remove any trace of last night's rain, Fi had to close the curtains on her window as she´s back in the bed, not entirely limp but still walking slightly funny. Her head lays on the pillow but her eyes are on Marshall Lee.
What should I talk to him about now?
Hey, nice sex can we do it again?
“You still owe me a red pajama.” Fiona breaks the ice puffing her cheeks and Marshall, who is in the darkest part of the bed, clouded by the shadows merely laughs amused but there´s no denial on his part.
“Fine, fine…” He compromises then he looks at her and closes his eyes. “Fi, I still want to show you something,” Now he looks unsure and it confuses Fiona the human but she closes her eyes nonetheless.
Marshall wonders if he is truly evil… No, don´t go there. You aren't like them.
He focused on his secret power for a moment.
“Can I open my eyes?” Fiona asked excitedly.
Her chin is being held and as soon as she opens her blue eyes there's no vampire in front of her, no, there's only a human boy naked just like her. His skin is darker than hers, his hair is different as well - dreadlocks if Fiona is not mistaken. She saw an old, very ancient magazine regarding human fashion- brown eyes.
“I used to look like this…before becoming a vampire, I can´t keep up with the illusion for longer” Marshall slowly lets go of her chin, and his true form returns.
Fiona is stunned.
Fiona just saw another human.
“Fiona?”
“You´re…beautiful.” Fiona looks at him as if HE is a work of art.
Marshall Lee decides he WANTS this human in his life.
Omake
Cake finally returns to visit Fiona and has many stories to tell. As soon as she enters the tree house, her sister is wearing a red jacket that is really not a usual part of Fiona´s fashion but hey Cake isn't the best with human fashion.
The cat gave a tight hug to her sister and it was reciprocated to the fullest.
And goes to share the news apparently one of her grandkids is very into rock and is even listening to a certain rock star. “I mean,” Cake is rubbing her neck as she´s making tea and greeting BMO. “I told her…I really did, but guess she doesn't care. Her pop star is a vampire, but I guess it's fine since his songs are good.” Cake takes a nice sip of her tea. “His name is Marshall Lee.”
“WHAT?” Fiona jumped from her feet and BMO just chuckled with a conspiratory smile that was IMPOSSIBLE to not notice.
“I said his name is Marshall Lee, you know, the rock star? My kids love his songs…his latest one is about love, really cool.”
Fiona is forced. “He is a musician? A famous one?”
“Well, I guess when there are no other vampires to rule…you became a rockstar, I mean, he still calls himself vampire king but people chuckle at him joking” Cake frowns. “But I'm not buying…He´s a vampire”
“HE WAS A VAMPIRE KING?”
BMO is laughing and Cake feels she missed some very important tea here.