Author: annabell22 PM
Attacks have been placed on the small town of Aaa by a smooth talking Vampire King. Will Fionna capture him? Or will she fall for him, hiding him from the authorities, until they can figure something out?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Fantasy - Fionna & Marshall Lee - Chapters: 20 - Words: 50,978 - Reviews: 203 - Favs: 55 - Follows: 48 - Updated: 01-08-13 - Published: 11-25-12 - id: 8736692
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Chapter 6 Bad timing
The butcher said when he had finished with my deer he'd deliver it to my house. I waked home, pleased with myself. I had, well Marshall Lee, got a deer. I wouldn't need to go hunting for a while, now. He just saved me some work. I walk back home, being hugged by Gumball as soon as I entered. As he hugged me I had to think of things calmly, he was what I wanted... right? I was with him willingly, although, now that I think of it I was now with Marshall Lee willingly.
"Hey, Pg," I said smiling. He kisses my forehead, going into the kitchen, coming out with a plate of the cake we made together. "Thanks... I am a bit hungry."
"You must be, I heard about your success in hunting today. That's amazing," he said smiling. "I've been wanting deer lately. I know you've mentioned it a few times as well." I nod, deer sounded pretty good lately.
"Yeah, it is pretty nice," I said smiling. "Meat Man said he'd deliver it all to us in a few days." Gumball nods, kissing me. He laughs a little, putting a hand on my cheek. I smile, going to the table to go eat the cake he gave me. It was still nice and moist, sweet too. "It's still so good."
"Well it's not like we made it a month ago leaving it unwrapped," he said laughing. "Of course it's still good." He was right, why wouldn't the cake still be good?
"We still got those cookies I helped make," I said pointing to the basket in the kitchen. Gumball nods, getting the basket. He walks over, giving me a cookie. Gumball always had a sweet tooth, me too. It was always a weakness for us. Cupcakes, cookies, cake, cream, anything sweet. We were truly Chocoberry bakery's number one customers. We didn't buy our desserts anywhere else, they were the best in town, unless Gumball made them. Now he was the town's best baker. Anyone in town could argue that. He could do anything.
"You made these too, taking an interest in baking lately, Fionna?" he asked curiously, biting into one of my cookies.
"Not particularly," I said smiling.
"What does that mean?" I shrug, taking the basket of cookies with me to the fireplace. I sit on the carpet and Gumballs sits with me. He takes some cookies, devouring them in seconds. We were never ones to worry about weight, me especially. With all of the physical activities I do Gumball was always nagging on me to gain more weight and to eat more. Cake was the same way with me. I never ate much, that was until Gumball and I moved in together. I still didn't eat as much as he'd like, but since he makes his food perfectly it encourages me to eat a little more than I did.
I lay down, my head resting on his shoulder. He kisses me smelling a lot like frosting, his lips had a faint taste of the frosting as well. This made me think of wanting to go with Gumball, the right decision. He was my fiancé. I was going to marry him. Just because someone else came in, complicating everything it didn't mean I had to run straight to him. I loved Gumball. I really did. He has been so good to me, never, not once, would do what I have been doing to him.
"Well, why don't you get to bed? You seem tired," he said smiling. He knew me too well, but I didn't want to get up. It was so nice being with him right now. Sitting by the fireplace, it was something I wished I could do more. I'd even like to fall asleep like this. I wanted to fall asleep like this, actually. It sounded comfortable.
"No," I whined. "I don't want to."
"Will you go if I go with you?" he asked, holding me tighter.
"Fine," I sighed. He smiles, picking me up princess style. I laugh as he carries me upstairs before he basically throws me onto the bed. "I'm not tired, dude. You can't make me sleep." He laughs, shrugging, not seeming to care. I hated it when he did things like this, but he was only looking out for me, he was trying to do what was best for me. I change into a nightgown Cake had made me before getting into bed. Gumball gets in bed, putting his arms around me. I lied there awake, thinking about things between Gumball, Marshall Lee and me. What in the name of Glob was I going to do? It wasn't like I could just leave Gumball, I love him. Really. I love him. It would kill him if I left, especially if he found out who it was for. Yet, Marshall Lee, look what I was putting him through. He was settling for disgusting animal blood, just an excuse to see me. I was messing with him, in my opinion both of them. Gumball and Marshall Lee. It made me feel horrible. I try to stop thinking of it, to sleep, but I couldn't. Somehow, Gumball was awake still.
"Something wrong, Fionna?" he asked worriedly. "If you're worried about the vampire don't be." He had no idea how worried I had to be about Marshall Lee. I worried about losing him, now more than ever. While I was figuring things out. What if someone followed me, knowing where he was? Or if something stupid happened, sunlight or something. I had every reason to worry about him.
"I know, I know," I sighed. "I can't sleep... It's not the vampire."
"You need Sleepy Kitties?" he whispered. Sleepy kitties, now that was something I hadn't heard in a while. It was a song my father used to sing to Cake, our sister and me. It would be the only way to get us to sleep whenever we got scared. Since we were kids, that song would calm us down. Even today it would help us sleep, like it was a reflex. It wasn't just us either, the kittens, and a few other people in town. Our father said it was a spell, one used in the old days of the town. Around witchcraft and magic. He said one of the witches used to sing their daughters to sleep with that song. Why it worked almost like a spell. Sometimes it took twice or even three times for it to work, but it always seemed to work after a while. There was never a night I could think of it didn't work. Cake had taught it to Gumball a while back, when I got sick. He's refused to forget it ever since.
"Yeah," I whispered. "I think I do." Gumball smiles, going into our closet. That's when I knew what he was getting out, the music box that went along with it. Our father had the ambition and the skill to make a music box for us. It was beautifully hand crafted, golden even. He turns the knob, as the tune escapes the small golden box, starting to sing the small lullaby.
Don't be weepy sleepy kittes
Slip your slippers on your footies I loved Gumball's voice. It was so soft and gentle. It was perfect for this kind of thing. My mind was starting to adjust to the lullaby, recognizing its tune right away. It was a nice feeling, nostalgia even. I missed my father, my mother, even my sister. It reminded me of better times, calming me down.
In the morning you'll get goodies
Kitty hats and kitty hoodies By this time I was starting to relax some more by the sound of his voice and him running his hand through my hair carefully. I loved the feel of his fingers on my skin, they were so soft, never once making a harsh move.
No stripes or polka dots
Heather grey and feather soft Now my eyes were closing, and Gumball's voice had gone down into a whisper, although very easy to hear, the last to lines I hear before I was going to sleep.
Baby pink or baby blue
All the drawstrings you can chew. As soon as he finished I was out. Sleeping peacefully.
When I woke up in the morning I could tell Gumball was down stairs cooking breakfast due to the smell of eggs around the house. I go down the stairs, throwing my arms around him. He reacts quickly, putting one arm around me while he uses his other to continue cooking.
"Well, good morning, Fionna, someone's up early," he said smiling. "I'm making some eggs." Well obviously, it was all I could smell. I smile, letting go of Gumball, spinning around him, looking at his eggs. "What do you think? Will they do? Do you think they'll be good enough?" Good enough? Good enough would be burnt, but not hard as coals. He was always so hard on himself when cooking, but when I took a shot at it everything was divine and perfect. No, that was his cooking. I was terrible at it.
"Gumball, you made them, they'll be perfect," I said smiling. "I was thinking, why don't we do something, just me and you to-" That's when I saw him. Marshall Lee was glaring through the window. He sees that I saw him, waving. What was he doing? The sun would destroy him in half an hour at least. On top of that, what was he doing here in town? Someone could see him. Gumball could see him. Catch him off guard. What was I going to do? I couldn't just come up with an excuse to go after Marshall Lee now. What was I going to do? He kept standing there, waving like an idiot. What was he expecting me to do?
"Something bothering you?" he asked.
"I... um... I'm just going to go get some fresh air," I said. "It seems so nice this morning, rather nice compared to the snow and cold that's been coming our way. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" Gumball nods, continuing his eggs. I slip out the door, sliding Gumball's large boots on my tiny feet. When I get outside I was immediately cold. I had nothing on but a short nightgown and Gumball's boots, so it was pretty cold now. Marshall Lee takes his cloak off, attempting to put it on me, but I politely decline. If anyone saw me in his cloak questions would be everywhere.
"Fine, freeze, it's on you," he said putting it back on himself.
"What are you doing here?" I asked worriedly. "If someone see's you... you need to get out of here!"
"Calm down, bunny," he said putting a hand on my cheek. "Normal people are asleep at this hour."
"What did you want?" I asked, crossing my arms. Normal people were preparing for the day at this hour, my sister ordering around her kittens, trying to get a few of them to stop fighting, while Flame Prince was probably fiddling around with some fire like he always is. Normal people would see him if he stayed for longer than ten minutes.
"Bunny, look, you're always going to see me the same way, no matter what I do," he said putting his hands in his pockets. "So... I'm thinking of leaving." No, not now. He couldn't be thinking of leaving now. There was no way he was leaving.
"This is a cruel joke, Marshall," I said tears forming in my eyes. "If you're playing a prank on me stop it, because it isn't funny. You can't leave. Over the past few days... you're not the criminal I thought you were. Marshall, don't leave. Please." If we were alone in the forest I'd probably be bawling, but since Gumball was here, along with the villagers I had to keep it together.
"I'm not joking," he said. "It's been hard on you, I can see it. Look, you were right, you have that guy in there, he cares a lot for you, I can see it in him. I shouldn't be ruining something like that for you. Once you marry him you'd have the life you deserve. With me you'd have to be on the run all the time. Suffer from losing everyone you know. Everyone. Either from death or hating you for knowing your true form. Fionna, I can't do that to you. You love your family, you're life here. I... I love you too much to see that happen to you."
"Marsh, no, you can't," I said. I kiss him, tears silently rolling down my face. I could tell he was trying his best to keep it together as well.
"Hey, Fionna, I was wondering, do you want-" Gumball looks up, seeing me kissing Marshall Lee. Out of all times he wanted to check if I wanted something, only Glob knows what, he comes now. Of course, at the worst possible time.
(Author's note: It's short, I know. Shame on me, but next time it will be bigger I swear. But yeah, drama bomb. Exploding soon ;P)