Chapter Eighteen:

Three weeks later…

"Yeah! Come on Jake! We're going to be late for the dance party in the Cloud Kingdom!" Finn exclaimed excitedly. The now thirteen year old boy ran outside of his tree house, his back pack slung over his left shoulder and his special sword in his right hand. "Jake we don't want to be late. Remember last night we showed up late? We had to be in the bottom of the dog pile!"

"You're being dramatic man, getting dog piled on by clouds isn't a big deal," came the reply from inside the tree house. The magical dog stepped outside on the porch, holding up two multi colored ties. One was purple with green polka dots, the other was white with blue milk bones. "Which one says party animal?" Jake asked.

"Definitely the milk bone one dude."

"Mathematical. That's the one Lady Rainicorn bought me." Jake tossed the purple and green polka dot tie behind him and put on the other one. "Alright man, almost ready just have to put on cologne."

"Cologne? Are you kidding me? This is a party dude!"

"Hey when I'm shaking my stuff to the ladies I don't want to smell like… a… like… smell like a…"



Finn's face contorted into a confused look. "Then what will you smell like?"

Jake took out a spray bottle, spraying under his arms. "Peaches and cream brother," he winked.

"Whatever man, I'm going to go in the forest come find me when you're done," Finn said. He started to walk off into the forest close to their house.

Eyes watched the thirteen year old boy enter the dark and silent forest. From above, the eyes followed his movements, intently watching everything the boy did. Finn paused. Was he being watched? He felt a strange feeling come over him.

"You may think that you're invisible…" Finn said into the forest dramatically, "BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM THE FINN-BOMB!"

He turned around, sword in hand, ready to strike what he thought was behind him. His eyes widened- it was a butterfly. "Are you trying to kill me?" the butterfly demanded.

"Oh, uh, sorry I thought you were someone trying to kill me," Finn apologized, blushing from embarrassment.

"Well now I have a reason to kill you for almost killing me! You better sleep with one eye open bub, I may be a mere butterfly, but I have CONNECTIONS." The butterfly fluttered off, leaving Finn slightly confused on what connections a mere butterfly could have.

The hero shrugged, thinking that no one was watching him any longer. Until…

"Well, well, well my little weenie is still getting himself into trouble," laughed a voice. Finn looked up—there on a tree branch was Marceline the Vampire Queen. She had one leg crossed over the other, wearing a flowing black dress to match her flowing black hair, and holding a red umbrella to shield the remaining sunshine coming through the tops of the trees. "Hey Finn. Miss me?"

"Marceline!" he exclaimed. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in three weeks!"

"Oh I've been here and there, and there and here, no need to get so excited weenie." Marceline laughed. "Plus three weeks doesn't mean much when you're immortal."

By now Finn was climbing up the tree, and waited until he was sitting on the same branch as her until he replied. "Well I'm not immortal, three weeks means a lot. I'm thirteen now you know."

"Ooh, you're a teenager," Marceline laughed. "Well lemme tell ya kid, life is going to get a lot harder from now on."

"How old are you?"

"Finn! You should know not to ask a woman her age, it's not polite." Another round of laughter escaped the vampire. "I'm well over a thousand years old in vampire years," she mused. "But when I was human so long ago, I was sixteen when I stopped aging. But human life was boring. I always got caught when I pulled pranks."

Pranks. That word automatically made think of—"Have you seen Magic Man?" Finn questioned.

Whatever humor was in Marceline's voice left when Finn mentioned that name. "No," she said. "He's not going to be back for a looooong while."

Finn noticed the uncertainty in her voice. "Is something wrong?"


"Are you sure?"





"Yes! Jeez what's your problem?"

"My problem is I think you have a problem."

Marceline sighed. "There's uh… something I've been wanting to tell you since the whole Trials thing started all that time ago."

"Oh? What is it?"

Before answering, Marceline turned her head and looked into Finn's wondering eyes. "Don't hate me," she whispered. "I used to think that if everyone in Ooo hated me that it'd be no big deal. But if you hated me, I think it'd hurt."

"What?" he whispered back. "What is it?"

"Finn… I knew about the trials the whole time."

His eyes widened. "You were in on it?"

"No, I just knew that Magic Man was going to put you through challenges. I didn't know what they were going to be, or that Magic Man would go psycho at the last trial."

"Then why did you say don't hate me?"

"I should have told you Finn. I tried, but I got interrupted or Magic Man stopped me. I didn't tell you, and that makes me a…"


"… a bad friend."

And as soon as Marceline finished that sentence Finn saw something inside of her that he had never seen before. He saw that Marceline deeply cared for him (and probably Jake) and although she calls him a weenie, plays jokes on him, acts like he's nothing to her, he really was something to her. Not something, everything. He was her friend. She tried to show that it wasn't a big deal, but it was. And then Finn realized the bond between him and Marceline. It wasn't the same bond he shared with Jake, but it was just as strong with the vampire.

So with a small smile, Finn leaned in and wrapped his arms around Marceline, burying his face into her neck, where he felt the two bite marks against his nose. She gasped when he hugged her, she didn't expect it, but allowed him to do so. Hesitantly, she eventually wrapped her arms around him, returning his hug. "You're important to me Marceline," Finn murmured, "And nothing you do will change that."

His words touched the vampire. "Thank you, Finn," she said.

The two sat there in silence, his face in her neck, and her head resting on the top of his head. But all good things had to come to an end at some point.

"Finn! Dude! Where are you? I'm ready to party now!" Jake called from the house.

"You should go," Marceline said. "Do those party moves I showed you on the dance floor."

"I forgot them," Finn smiled, hinting at something.

She caught his hint. "Well maybe I'll go with you and show you how it's done."

Author's Note:

I just want to say thank you to all my readers, thank you so much! I'm so thankful you all stayed faithful and liked my story. I hope you like this last chapter as well! My goal is to get 100 reviews on this story. I'm only 8 reviews off! So close! XD

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