Too Cold
Fandom: Adventure Time
Pairing: Marshall Lee/OC
Rating: T
Summary: Marshall's been sent back to before the Mushroom Wars took place, and fell in love with a human woman. As the wars begin again, he fears for her safety, not wanting to be parted from his lover. He decides that the only way to keep her with him is to turn her into a vampire.
Notes: Credit to my RP partner for the excellent idea, and quite a bit of the dialogue. Bonus fic!mix at the end. c:
Marshall looked out across the city. It was crumbling so fast, faster than he ever thought it could. The wars had already taken their toll. He didn't know why he was reliving them, every detail, but in a different place. All of the memories came back to him, in vivid detail. He closed his eyes to the city. It's name didn't matter; it wouldn't matter soon enough. The name of this place, of all places in this world would be lost as the next world rose up to take over.
Slowly, the age-old vampire ran his fingers through his hair and turned back towards the shabby apartment. A human girl was lying on the sofa, with a simple quilt thrown over her body. Her red hair was cropped short and tousled, and her skin was covered with brightly coloured tattoos. Her name was Roxanne. Marshall pulled the window curtain closed and walked over to her. She looked so at peace when she was asleep, even if her mouth had fallen open and she was sprawled across the sofa, tiny limbs thrown over the edge of the cushoins. He had seen more beutiful girls in his thousands of years in the world, but she was one that he could say was his.
The vampire touched her cheek, warm and pink. It was a sharp contrast to his own skin. A little smile pulled at his lips, showing the tip of one fang between them. Night had decended on the city, and the only thing to light her pale skin was the moon, through passing clouds. Marshall tucked her in a little more, pulling the blanket under her chin.
His lover was going to die. Marshall could try and protect her, but she wouldn't live for much longer, even if she did survive the war. He could bite her, and she would die anyway. He pulled his fingers through her hair, and chuckled. Why was he even questioning this? The answer was clear. He had to turn her into a vampire like him. It would be the only way for her to survive. He had longed to taste her blood for so long...
"Mhm... Marshall?" Roxanne asked, mumbling into the cushion under her head. "What're you doin'?"
"Nothing. I just..." Marshall stopped. Looking down at her again, he sighed, and sat down on the floor, leaning against the sofa. "I was thinking."
Roxxy slung her arm over the edge of the sofa and around Marshall's neck, pulling his head back to rest against the sofa. "Stop it. You're such a pessimist..." She shifted, nuzzling into his neck, kissing it. Marshall let her, smilling.
"I know I am." The human closed her eyes again, leaning against Marshall. He could feel the heat of her body, and knew that he would miss that, if nothing else. Would she want this? As they often did, words pulled together in his mind, and Marshall let his eyes close as well, relaxing with the woman. "It's a shame you don't know what you're running from. Would your bones have to break and your lights turn off? Would it take the end of time..." The tune was slow, but warm. Roxxy made a contented sound, and kissed his skin again, her lips soft on the wounds where he himself was bitten.
"What are you singing about?" She asked after he trailed off, working the next lyrics in his head.
"You," he mumbled distractedly.
Roxanne laughed, pulling his head back and playing with his hair. "Me? Don't be so sappy, Marshall. Now actually tell me what's on your mind." One of the reasons he loved her, he supposed. She wasn't some stupid love-struck girl, doting on him and taking his every word as truth.
"I was just thinking about the war."
"What about it?" she pressed him.
Sighing, Marshall gave in. "Just that you're going to die." The human was silent. People that had been her friends had already vanished amoung the rubble of the city. Somewhere in her mind, she thought that she could go the same way. But she had Marshall, the vampire Prince, as he called himself, to protect her, and keep her safe. She wasn't really going to die. She couldn't... even as she though it, she couldn't lie to herself. She most certainly could die. The human's mind ran circles around the though.
"Oh," was all she could say aloud.
"You know this is your biggest mistake, what a waste, what a waste, what a waste... And of all the things you never explained..." Marshall glanced at her, to see her bangs hanging over her eyes, but he could see her mouth. She was biting her lip, a nervous habit. "Roxanne."
"Yeah?" She glanced up at him, her bright green eyes meeting his red ones.
"I want to save you."
The human smiled, and laughed lightly. "I know. You're doing a good job of it. It's not like I'm helpless either, Marshall. Now stop it. You hungry? I think we could have some... hmm. What do you want for some food?"
"I want to turn you. Just like me." Marshall's words cut through the conversation like a cold knife. The laugher died in Roxanne's throat, and she could only look blankly at him for a moment.
"How about sandwiches? With lots of tomato for you, since you like tomato." Roxxy pushed the blanket off of her and stood up from the sofa. Marshall grabbed her wrist.
"Roxxy, don't avoid this." The night was silent around them, as if the world had shrunk to just the two beings.
After a moment, the human spoke. "I'm not."
"You are."
"Marshall," she said, looking at him as he rose from where he was seated to float a few inches off the ground beside her. "I'm not. I just don't want to think about it right now. We're both okay, and we'll stay that way for a while yet, won't we? Things aren't so bad right now."
"Don't be scared." Marshall pulled her closer to him.
"I am." The vampire pulled the human's head against his chest, wrapping arms around her. His plain shirt was soft against her cheeks.
"I'm here with you. I'll keep you safe."
There was a long pause in the conversation and Marshall could nearly hear her solitary heartbeat. He felt her fingers curl in his shirt, and her chest rise against his as she took a long, shuddering breath. The human's words were almost a whisper. "Not here."
"What? Not here?" Marshall looked down at her, but her face still was burried in his chest.
Roxxy spoke, her words hurried, only slightly louder than they had been a moment ago. "I mean, I'm pretty sure I know how this works... and to become an immortal, you have to stop being a mortal first." She paused for a second before continuing. "So you have to die." She looked up at Marshall, her face stronger, and her words louder. "And you're not killing me in my living room."
The vampire laughed quietly as the tension in the room eased, if only slightly. "You're okay with this? I won't if you don't want me to." It wasn't entire a lie. Marshall was a gentlman to his lady, and he wouldn't take her life from her if that wasn't what she wanted, so long as she would be able to be safe while she was alive.
Nodding, Roxanne said, "In the bathtub." At Marshall's slightly confused expression, she followed with "It'll be warm. I don't want... to be cold when I die." She chewed her lip for a moment before Marshall nodded, sweeping the young girl up into his arms, floating down the short hall to the bathroom. After being set down, Roxanne turned on the knobs and let the old tub fill with steaming water. Marshall watched her, licking his fangs subtly. He was excited to drink her blood, and worried still about her. He couldn't see her face, but her fingers were curled tightly into fists.
Marshall slid his fingers lightly down her neck, making her shiver. His fingetips pushed the strap of her dress down over her smooth shoulder, coloured with gold and red ink. "When the world looks back, when the face looks after that, I can see a lot of life in you..." he whispered against the shell of her ear. Roxanne didn't say anything to him, only leaning down to turn off the taps. The tub was filled to the edge with water. The drains had long since clogged and broken in their little apartment.
Uncaring for his clothes, Marshall stepped into the water, which made his jeans float around his calves, sticking to his skin just above the water where they were logged with water. He held out his hand to her, inviting her to join him. She didn't take it, but slid off her dress with shaking fingers, leaving it in a pool on the bathroom floor. She stepped into the bathtub with him, clad only in her simple mis-matched bra and panties. "I can see a lot of life in you. I can see a lot of bright in you."
Marshall pulled her down into the water with him, and heard it splash over the rim of the tub, displaced by their bodies. She sat between his knees, facing the faucet, his arms around her waist as he held her from behind. He heard a sniffle from the human, and raised wet fingers to wipe a tear from her face. "Don't cry." The human nodded, taking a shaky breath in. Water lapped at her body. "Relax. Everything is going to be okay," he assured her. "Even if it doesn't seem like it." She nodded again.
"Just... M-Marshall, just do it. Before the water gets cold." Slowly, he leaned in. If his heart still beat, it would be hammering in his chest. He pressed his mouth to her neck, unused to this feeling of unease mixed with anticipation in the pit of his stomach. The call of blood tinged everything with wanting as he opened his mouth. Goosebumps raised on her skin, hair standing on end. More water splashed over the edge of the tub as she grasped at the edges, clutching them as if they would somehow save her. Her knuckles turned white her her nails turned red as she held tightly to the white glaze on the tub.
Marshall heard another shaking breath just before he sank his fangs into the flesh of her neck. Blood flooded into his mouth, hot and delicious, better than anything else in the world. For one moment he forgot who the woman was. He was brough back from the wave of lust by a quiet whimper. The vampire held tighter to his victim, clutching her to him. She grew weaker quickly, still clutching at the edges of the bathtub, water rolling over the edges, pooling on the floor, soaking the dress she had taken off. "M-Marshall... stop." The vampire's eyes opened in a flash, but his mouth didn't come away from her neck. "St-stop! I... I changed my mind." It was too late now.
Roxanne tried to pull away from him weakly. Marshall didn't let go of her, still sucking the blood from her neck. He didn't want to stop. She'd said yes, already. The taste was so rich in his mouth, and he was saving her. Even as she was dying in his arms, he was saving her. "Please, Marshall...! I don't want to die." Her voice was laced with panic, hysteria working it's way into the syllables.
Now the vampire pried his fangs free, eliciting another gasp from the woman. Panting lightly, he tried to comfort her. "It'll be okay. I promise." His tongue darted out from his mouth to lick the blood from her neck.
"What... what if it's not warm? I don't want it to be cold..."
"It will be warm," Marshall assured the girl. "I promise, when you open your eyes, I'll be right here, and the water will be hot, and everything... everything will be okay. Just like this." Marshall latched his mouth around the wound on her neck, drawing more blood from it, gulping it down. Her fingers slipped from the edges of the tub and falling onto his knees, which stuck out of the water, wet fabric stuck to his skin. Slowly, she grew limp, and the water around her became tinged with pink as the drop of blood that had escaped Marshall's mouth rolled down her chest and back. Roxanne's hands fell into the water, sliding into it without a splash, and her head tilted back against his shoulder.
Slowly, Marshall pulled away, blood on his lips and teeth, beginning to drip down his neck. Something in him felt hollow. Hurriedly he sank his teeth into his arm and tore open a wound there, a ragged peice of flesh hanging off of him. He was suddenly desperate to have her back with him, worried that she wouldn't turn, that something would go wrong. Marshall couldn't be the one to take her life without giving something back to fill her up with. He held his arm over her mouth, and a trickle of blood ran into her mouth.
The minutes fell away at an agonizingly slow tempo. The water grew darker with his thicker blood, spilling into it as he clutched his dead lover to his chest. Her skin lost it's colour, greying before his eyes. Finally she stirred, and her eyes cracked open. It took her a moment to find his eyes, and look into them.
"Roxanne... are you okay?"
The human nodded, biting her lip with sharpened teeth. "I... I think so."
Marshall grinned, real and wide across his face as relief washed through him. "You are... you're alright. You're here with me, just like I promised you would be." She let her head fall against his chest. Marshall ran wet fingers through her hair, holding her there. She was safe, where she was supposed to be. She wasn't a human any longer... she would survive, just like he would.
"And the water's still warm."
"Yeah... it is."
While We're Alive
Marshall Lee x Roxanne
We Are Young - Fun ft. Janelle Monae
Video Games - Lana Del Ray
Your Biggest Mistake - Ellie Goulding
Only If For a Night - Florence and the Machine
Run - Snow Patrol
We Will Become Shillouettes - The Postal Service
The Dress Looks Nice on You - Sufjan Stevens
If I Ever Feel Better - Pheonix
Wolf Like Me - TV on the Radio
Alligator Sky - Owl City
Don't You Know You're Beautiful - Seabird
Pairing: Marshall Lee/OC
Rating: T
Summary: Marshall's been sent back to before the Mushroom Wars took place, and fell in love with a human woman. As the wars begin again, he fears for her safety, not wanting to be parted from his lover. He decides that the only way to keep her with him is to turn her into a vampire.
Notes: Credit to my RP partner for the excellent idea, and quite a bit of the dialogue. Bonus fic!mix at the end. c:
Marshall looked out across the city. It was crumbling so fast, faster than he ever thought it could. The wars had already taken their toll. He didn't know why he was reliving them, every detail, but in a different place. All of the memories came back to him, in vivid detail. He closed his eyes to the city. It's name didn't matter; it wouldn't matter soon enough. The name of this place, of all places in this world would be lost as the next world rose up to take over.
Slowly, the age-old vampire ran his fingers through his hair and turned back towards the shabby apartment. A human girl was lying on the sofa, with a simple quilt thrown over her body. Her red hair was cropped short and tousled, and her skin was covered with brightly coloured tattoos. Her name was Roxanne. Marshall pulled the window curtain closed and walked over to her. She looked so at peace when she was asleep, even if her mouth had fallen open and she was sprawled across the sofa, tiny limbs thrown over the edge of the cushoins. He had seen more beutiful girls in his thousands of years in the world, but she was one that he could say was his.
The vampire touched her cheek, warm and pink. It was a sharp contrast to his own skin. A little smile pulled at his lips, showing the tip of one fang between them. Night had decended on the city, and the only thing to light her pale skin was the moon, through passing clouds. Marshall tucked her in a little more, pulling the blanket under her chin.
His lover was going to die. Marshall could try and protect her, but she wouldn't live for much longer, even if she did survive the war. He could bite her, and she would die anyway. He pulled his fingers through her hair, and chuckled. Why was he even questioning this? The answer was clear. He had to turn her into a vampire like him. It would be the only way for her to survive. He had longed to taste her blood for so long...
"Mhm... Marshall?" Roxanne asked, mumbling into the cushion under her head. "What're you doin'?"
"Nothing. I just..." Marshall stopped. Looking down at her again, he sighed, and sat down on the floor, leaning against the sofa. "I was thinking."
Roxxy slung her arm over the edge of the sofa and around Marshall's neck, pulling his head back to rest against the sofa. "Stop it. You're such a pessimist..." She shifted, nuzzling into his neck, kissing it. Marshall let her, smilling.
"I know I am." The human closed her eyes again, leaning against Marshall. He could feel the heat of her body, and knew that he would miss that, if nothing else. Would she want this? As they often did, words pulled together in his mind, and Marshall let his eyes close as well, relaxing with the woman. "It's a shame you don't know what you're running from. Would your bones have to break and your lights turn off? Would it take the end of time..." The tune was slow, but warm. Roxxy made a contented sound, and kissed his skin again, her lips soft on the wounds where he himself was bitten.
"What are you singing about?" She asked after he trailed off, working the next lyrics in his head.
"You," he mumbled distractedly.
Roxanne laughed, pulling his head back and playing with his hair. "Me? Don't be so sappy, Marshall. Now actually tell me what's on your mind." One of the reasons he loved her, he supposed. She wasn't some stupid love-struck girl, doting on him and taking his every word as truth.
"I was just thinking about the war."
"What about it?" she pressed him.
Sighing, Marshall gave in. "Just that you're going to die." The human was silent. People that had been her friends had already vanished amoung the rubble of the city. Somewhere in her mind, she thought that she could go the same way. But she had Marshall, the vampire Prince, as he called himself, to protect her, and keep her safe. She wasn't really going to die. She couldn't... even as she though it, she couldn't lie to herself. She most certainly could die. The human's mind ran circles around the though.
"Oh," was all she could say aloud.
"You know this is your biggest mistake, what a waste, what a waste, what a waste... And of all the things you never explained..." Marshall glanced at her, to see her bangs hanging over her eyes, but he could see her mouth. She was biting her lip, a nervous habit. "Roxanne."
"Yeah?" She glanced up at him, her bright green eyes meeting his red ones.
"I want to save you."
The human smiled, and laughed lightly. "I know. You're doing a good job of it. It's not like I'm helpless either, Marshall. Now stop it. You hungry? I think we could have some... hmm. What do you want for some food?"
"I want to turn you. Just like me." Marshall's words cut through the conversation like a cold knife. The laugher died in Roxanne's throat, and she could only look blankly at him for a moment.
"How about sandwiches? With lots of tomato for you, since you like tomato." Roxxy pushed the blanket off of her and stood up from the sofa. Marshall grabbed her wrist.
"Roxxy, don't avoid this." The night was silent around them, as if the world had shrunk to just the two beings.
After a moment, the human spoke. "I'm not."
"You are."
"Marshall," she said, looking at him as he rose from where he was seated to float a few inches off the ground beside her. "I'm not. I just don't want to think about it right now. We're both okay, and we'll stay that way for a while yet, won't we? Things aren't so bad right now."
"Don't be scared." Marshall pulled her closer to him.
"I am." The vampire pulled the human's head against his chest, wrapping arms around her. His plain shirt was soft against her cheeks.
"I'm here with you. I'll keep you safe."
There was a long pause in the conversation and Marshall could nearly hear her solitary heartbeat. He felt her fingers curl in his shirt, and her chest rise against his as she took a long, shuddering breath. The human's words were almost a whisper. "Not here."
"What? Not here?" Marshall looked down at her, but her face still was burried in his chest.
Roxxy spoke, her words hurried, only slightly louder than they had been a moment ago. "I mean, I'm pretty sure I know how this works... and to become an immortal, you have to stop being a mortal first." She paused for a second before continuing. "So you have to die." She looked up at Marshall, her face stronger, and her words louder. "And you're not killing me in my living room."
The vampire laughed quietly as the tension in the room eased, if only slightly. "You're okay with this? I won't if you don't want me to." It wasn't entire a lie. Marshall was a gentlman to his lady, and he wouldn't take her life from her if that wasn't what she wanted, so long as she would be able to be safe while she was alive.
Nodding, Roxanne said, "In the bathtub." At Marshall's slightly confused expression, she followed with "It'll be warm. I don't want... to be cold when I die." She chewed her lip for a moment before Marshall nodded, sweeping the young girl up into his arms, floating down the short hall to the bathroom. After being set down, Roxanne turned on the knobs and let the old tub fill with steaming water. Marshall watched her, licking his fangs subtly. He was excited to drink her blood, and worried still about her. He couldn't see her face, but her fingers were curled tightly into fists.
Marshall slid his fingers lightly down her neck, making her shiver. His fingetips pushed the strap of her dress down over her smooth shoulder, coloured with gold and red ink. "When the world looks back, when the face looks after that, I can see a lot of life in you..." he whispered against the shell of her ear. Roxanne didn't say anything to him, only leaning down to turn off the taps. The tub was filled to the edge with water. The drains had long since clogged and broken in their little apartment.
Uncaring for his clothes, Marshall stepped into the water, which made his jeans float around his calves, sticking to his skin just above the water where they were logged with water. He held out his hand to her, inviting her to join him. She didn't take it, but slid off her dress with shaking fingers, leaving it in a pool on the bathroom floor. She stepped into the bathtub with him, clad only in her simple mis-matched bra and panties. "I can see a lot of life in you. I can see a lot of bright in you."
Marshall pulled her down into the water with him, and heard it splash over the rim of the tub, displaced by their bodies. She sat between his knees, facing the faucet, his arms around her waist as he held her from behind. He heard a sniffle from the human, and raised wet fingers to wipe a tear from her face. "Don't cry." The human nodded, taking a shaky breath in. Water lapped at her body. "Relax. Everything is going to be okay," he assured her. "Even if it doesn't seem like it." She nodded again.
"Just... M-Marshall, just do it. Before the water gets cold." Slowly, he leaned in. If his heart still beat, it would be hammering in his chest. He pressed his mouth to her neck, unused to this feeling of unease mixed with anticipation in the pit of his stomach. The call of blood tinged everything with wanting as he opened his mouth. Goosebumps raised on her skin, hair standing on end. More water splashed over the edge of the tub as she grasped at the edges, clutching them as if they would somehow save her. Her knuckles turned white her her nails turned red as she held tightly to the white glaze on the tub.
Marshall heard another shaking breath just before he sank his fangs into the flesh of her neck. Blood flooded into his mouth, hot and delicious, better than anything else in the world. For one moment he forgot who the woman was. He was brough back from the wave of lust by a quiet whimper. The vampire held tighter to his victim, clutching her to him. She grew weaker quickly, still clutching at the edges of the bathtub, water rolling over the edges, pooling on the floor, soaking the dress she had taken off. "M-Marshall... stop." The vampire's eyes opened in a flash, but his mouth didn't come away from her neck. "St-stop! I... I changed my mind." It was too late now.
Roxanne tried to pull away from him weakly. Marshall didn't let go of her, still sucking the blood from her neck. He didn't want to stop. She'd said yes, already. The taste was so rich in his mouth, and he was saving her. Even as she was dying in his arms, he was saving her. "Please, Marshall...! I don't want to die." Her voice was laced with panic, hysteria working it's way into the syllables.
Now the vampire pried his fangs free, eliciting another gasp from the woman. Panting lightly, he tried to comfort her. "It'll be okay. I promise." His tongue darted out from his mouth to lick the blood from her neck.
"What... what if it's not warm? I don't want it to be cold..."
"It will be warm," Marshall assured the girl. "I promise, when you open your eyes, I'll be right here, and the water will be hot, and everything... everything will be okay. Just like this." Marshall latched his mouth around the wound on her neck, drawing more blood from it, gulping it down. Her fingers slipped from the edges of the tub and falling onto his knees, which stuck out of the water, wet fabric stuck to his skin. Slowly, she grew limp, and the water around her became tinged with pink as the drop of blood that had escaped Marshall's mouth rolled down her chest and back. Roxanne's hands fell into the water, sliding into it without a splash, and her head tilted back against his shoulder.
Slowly, Marshall pulled away, blood on his lips and teeth, beginning to drip down his neck. Something in him felt hollow. Hurriedly he sank his teeth into his arm and tore open a wound there, a ragged peice of flesh hanging off of him. He was suddenly desperate to have her back with him, worried that she wouldn't turn, that something would go wrong. Marshall couldn't be the one to take her life without giving something back to fill her up with. He held his arm over her mouth, and a trickle of blood ran into her mouth.
The minutes fell away at an agonizingly slow tempo. The water grew darker with his thicker blood, spilling into it as he clutched his dead lover to his chest. Her skin lost it's colour, greying before his eyes. Finally she stirred, and her eyes cracked open. It took her a moment to find his eyes, and look into them.
"Roxanne... are you okay?"
The human nodded, biting her lip with sharpened teeth. "I... I think so."
Marshall grinned, real and wide across his face as relief washed through him. "You are... you're alright. You're here with me, just like I promised you would be." She let her head fall against his chest. Marshall ran wet fingers through her hair, holding her there. She was safe, where she was supposed to be. She wasn't a human any longer... she would survive, just like he would.
"And the water's still warm."
"Yeah... it is."
While We're Alive
Marshall Lee x Roxanne
We Are Young - Fun ft. Janelle Monae
Video Games - Lana Del Ray
Your Biggest Mistake - Ellie Goulding
Only If For a Night - Florence and the Machine
Run - Snow Patrol
We Will Become Shillouettes - The Postal Service
The Dress Looks Nice on You - Sufjan Stevens
If I Ever Feel Better - Pheonix
Wolf Like Me - TV on the Radio
Alligator Sky - Owl City
Don't You Know You're Beautiful - Seabird