Hellllllooooo everybody! I'm happy to tell all of you that I have returned! And I have brought you a new story, just like I promised. You didn't honestly think I could let you down, now did you? But anyway, yes. I've started my new story. This is the first chapter, but it's more of just a teaser. To butter you guys up. So enjoy it, because it may be a few weeks before I upload another! MUAHAHAHAHA!

Chapter One: Agony

"AGGGGHHHH!"

"It's okay Finn, we can get through this."

"FUCCKKK!"

"Finn, just breathe. Try to calm down; you yelling is just making it worse."

"MARCELINE IT HURTS!"

"I know Finn, I know. Just try to focus on me. I'm right here..."

He let out a weak chuckle and struggled to say "Sorry... it fucking hurts though."

"Don't worry Finn. I won't leave your side until the pain goes away." She smiled her most genuine smile for added support.

Finn coughed. "That might take awhile."

"I have all the time in the world."

His chest heaved as he labored to breathe. It sounded wet, as if his lungs were full of liquid. He tried to smirk but to Marceline it looked as if he was grimacing.

"Are you okay Finn?"

His face went blank, and his heaving chest came to a rest. His eyes started glazing over with a white film, and he turned to meet hers.

He managed to weakly breathe out "Marcy, thanks for trying..." before collapsing in her arms.

"Shit... Finn? Finn wake up. Come on hero, you need to wake up! Please..."

Marceline reared back and slapped his face, but he didn't react.

"Glob damn it Finn! Wake the hell up!"

She started slamming her fists into his chest in a feeble attempt to wake him. Finn just lay there serenely, no breath escaping his lips, no gentle inflation of his chest, no heartbeat. Just a dead body with an undead woman weeping over it.

"Why Finn... why would you want this?!" Marceline said. And then the tears began. So many tears. The sobbing was incessant, the wailing ear-splitting. Half of Ooo most likely heard Marceline's lamentation.

It was a morbid scene; Finn lifeless on the floor with blood slowly leaking out of his neck, Marceline leaning over him violently.

Agony is a word which describes immeasurable physical and emotional pain. Pain that permeates your entire being. Pain that cripples you and makes you wish you didn't exist.

Marceline was in agony. Finn, the one person who tried to understand her. The one who stuck by her even when the going got tough. The one... She stood and wiped the tears from her eyes. Her best friend lie dead on the floor.

She bent back down and lifted Finn up, never looking away from his tranquil face. She floated down the stairs with her precious cargo and held him closer. As she started walking into the living room, the tears came back with a vengeance. They flowed down in a torrent, but not a single sound escaped her lips. She just stared at Finn's beautiful face and laid him down on the stiff red couch.

Finally breaking her gaze, Marceline walked over to the kitchen and dragged a chair to sit in front of the couch. And then she sat there. She sat there with tears rushing down her face, and she watched. And for a time, watch and cry was all she did. But then came the memories, and they came fast.

"What do you think you're doing here Finn?"

He sheepishly lowered his gaze to the ground."Nothinnnngg..."

She smirked at his shyness. "Well then get out of here nerd."

"Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight?"

"What do you mean, 'hang out'?"

He looked up to look her in the eyes. "Just... do you want to come over?"

"Maybe. Go home Finn."

There was no moon to illuminate the night as Marceline flew to the tree house. It was fairly cold outside, so she wore her kitten face sweater and some pants, along with some boots and gloves. As she passed over the quiet land of Ooo, she couldn't resist letting her mind wander.

'I wonder what Finn's planning...'

A bat whizzed by Marceline's face, shocking her and breaking the line of thought for a while.

'Hopefully it's something fun, like pixie strangling or running with wolves. Maybe even a movie night would be cool.'

She smiled, breathing in the sweet midnight air. She had grown to love times like this. All alone, taking in the forests and the plains and the mountains and the valleys that she now called home. It truly was a beautiful place. And the people there were great too.

"So, what am I doing here Finn?"

He looked extremely anxious, staring down at the floor and stumbling over himself as they walked into the living room.

"So, are you going to tell me what I'm doing here?"

"I... I wahhfjus..."

"What? Come on Finn, don't tell me I flew all the way here for nothing."

"Wielll yuouo touren..."

Starting to get frustrated, she frowned. "Come on Finn, spit it out."

He finally managed to compose himself to construct a sentence that she could somewhat understand.

Looking up, he blurted out "WILLYOUTURNMEINTOAVAMPIREMARCELINE?" then immediately lowered his gaze once again.

Marceline was in shock. No one had ever asked her to turn them. "Wait, what? You want me to turn YOU into a VAMPIRE!?"

Sheepishly, Finn peeked up to see the look of astonishment on Marceline's face.

"Yes?" He said quietly.

"Finn, when did you just randomly get the idea to become a vampire?"

"About three months ago..."

Still dumbfounded, Marceline stood up and laughed. "You're kidding right?"

Finn looked up and she caught his expression. It was not one of sarcasm. Nor was it one of joviality. Finn was dead serious.

"No. I won't do it. You're only like thirteen."

"Marceline, please."

"No... I refuse. You could die Finn. Easily."

"I don't care. I don't have anything to live for. Jake can live without me: he has kids and a family. Everyone I've loved has broken my heart. If I die, I go down in history as a hero. If I live, I get to enjoy an eternity protecting the land of Ooo. And," He looked down again, this time blushing a little, "and I would get to be at your side the whole time."

Marceline somehow grew an even more awestruck look on her face. Nevertheless, she was adamant. 'But... does Finn have a crush on me?'

"Please?"

"I'll think about it. But I need a while. A week at the least."

With that she started flying back home.

"Ready?"

"Ye... yes..."

She nodded, and lowered her mouth down to his neck. As her teeth sank into his flesh, Finn let out a small groan. Marceline knew that feeding gave the bitten pleasure, and she was happy to be sharing the moment with him. 'Glob, I haven't tasted blood in years...'She shivered in ecstasy as mouthful after mouthful of crimson bliss washed over her tongue. She hungrily lapped it up as it fed into her mouth, making sure not a single drop spilled onto the floor.

Then came the seeding. All of a sudden the rush of blood stopped, and was replaced by a feeling of throwing up. Blood from Marceline's stomach was forced back up into her mouth where her tube-like fangs then piped it back into Finn's veins. He gasped as his pleasure was replaced with pain. For Marceline, it was just as enjoyable going out as it was coming in, but for Finn it was torture. Already, the infected blood was started to change his body.

His skin was getting grayer by the second, and she could see his canines elongating. His pain growing with every pump of his heart, all Finn could do was sit motionless on Marceline's bed. The feeling was so intense that it gripped his body in an inescapable vice. He tried to tell Marceline to stop, to make the pain go away, but his jaw was locked shut. He was helpless in her arms.

Marceline felt his body tense from the moment the seeding began, but she had no intention of stopping. She couldn't risk messing this up: she had to do it right. If she didn't, he could end up dying. And she would never forgive herself if that happened.

After all the blood had left Marceline's body and gone back into Finn's, she removed her lock on his neck. A little bit of it leaked leaked out of the two small holes in his vein, and she licked the dribble up.

"How do you feel Finn...?"

His eyes were glossy, his jaw still tightened. Marceline caressed his face.

"Finn? How do you feel?"

Suddenly, his jaw loosened and he released a slow, high pitched scream, then reared his head back and gaped his mouth to let it out even louder. Marceline grabbed his shoulders and shook him, but he didn't stop.

"Finn?! What's happening!?"

She continued to shake him as he continued to scream louder and louder.

"NO, NO, NO! Finn, this can't happen to you! Not you Finn!"

Then, out of nowhere, he stopped. His head lowered back down to look at Marceline, and his eyes had cleared up, though they were now a vivid dark-purple. And then he laughed.

"I got you good, didn't I?"

Marceline stared at him dumbly, then slapped him in the face as hard as she could.

"You're such a dick Finn! I thought I messed up! That wasn't funny!"

Finn was still laughing, now with a red mark on his face. Marceline turned away and started crying, her body shaking violently.

Instantly he stopped laughing and his expression turned to one of remorse.

"Marceline?"

Finn put his arm around her waist and scooted up to sit next to her on the edge of the bed. He turned to face her and saw that her whole face shone with tears.

"Marcy, I'm sorry..."

She turned to face him, her violet eyes glistening. Staring at him, she reached over and pulled him into a loving embrace. Finn returned the hug, his residual body heat diffusing into Marceline.

"It's okay Finn. I was just so afraid I would lose you... I don't want to lose you Finn. I don't ever want to lose you..."

She pulled him in tighter, relishing how close they were to each-other.

"And I never want to lose you either, Marceline."

She leaned her head upwards to look at his face, not relinquishing him from the embrace. "Just... never do that again, okay? I really thought something went wrong."

Finn looked down to meet her gaze and smiled brightly.

And then the pain began.

"AGGGGHHHH!"

"It's okay Finn, we can get through this."

She was sweating when she finally came back to her senses. Finn was still on the couch, still lifeless, still unmoving.

"I'm so sorry..."