So, here's the new chapter. I'm sorry to say that it is currently the ONLY chapter I have completed, thus breaking my goal of having five done before I post again. But alas, I've been busy with some things that I'd rather not go into detail about. So without further ado, the new chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter Two: He's Not Gone

Marceline cried for hours.

All she could think about was how Finn's death was all her fault. If she hadn't agreed to turn him, none of this would have happened.

But she did agree. And it did happen.

'And now he's dead...'

And all that she could think to do was mourn and cry.

She just couldn't come to grips with the fact that her Finn was dead. Gone forever. By her hand, nonetheless.

The thought of that ate away at her mind every second.

She didn't want to accept it. She couldn't accept it. She WOULDN'T accept it.

'He's just messing with me again.'

She stopped crying.

'Yeah, that's it. He's such a jokester.'

She rubbed her eyes and smiled.

'Silly Finn.'

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. It was cold. There was no response.

Marceline stood up and went over to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Inside, there were several different types of food, mostly fruits. Apples, strawberries, and tomatoes flooded the cramped space in a fight to be Marceline's favorite. Sitting in the back corner by itself was a large black bottle with no markings.

She took the bottle from the fridge and floated to the cupboard to retrieve two goblets. Then, she returned to her seat in front of Finn.

"Finn, I brought you something."

She winked, setting the glasses down on the floor so that she could open the bottle. The lid came off with a *pop*, and a little bit of fizz drizzled out from the new opening.

Marceline bent down and lifted a glass with one hand, then started pouring a decent amount of the contents into the goblet.

When the large goblet was almost filled to the brim, she set it down and started to fill the second one. She filled it halfway, then set it down as well and stopped the bottle.

She got back up and floated to the fridge, where she returned the bottle to it's solitude.

She returned to her chair and retrieved the full goblet from in front of the couch, raising it up in a toast.

"Finn, this is to you becoming a vampire. I'm proud of you little hero. And I'm sure everyone else would be too. You're the best friend a girl could have, and here's to hoping we'll stay by each other's sides forever."

Marceline lowered the goblet to her mouth and tipped it back steeply, her head leaning back to compensate. The liquid rushed into her mouth, and she swallowed it all down thirstily before letting the empty glass fall from her hand.

The goblet hit the carpeted floor with a thud. She coughed a little, choking as the liquid burned her throat.

When she finally stopped coughing, she looked at Finn and smiled.

"I'm so glad you asked me to turn you into a vampire."

She leaned forward and whispered "Now we can be together forever."

Finn just sat there, dead.

She reached forward and pulled off his hat, setting it aside.

She started curling a piece of his hair with her fingers, smiling even wider as it looped around and around over and over again.

"You're so cuuuuute when you're asleeeep..."

She stood up from her chair, swaying her arms a bit as she tried to maintain her balance.

"You gonna drink your drink cuuuuutie?"

She stared at Finn for a few seconds, and when he didn't answer she nodded her head.

"Alright. More for me I guess."

She leaned down and picked up the half-full goblet. Then, she shakily rose again, the contents of the glass sloshing around and spilling over the edges.

'Bottommmms up...'

She downed the contents in one big gulp, then released the drained goblet from her grasp.

Marceline looked back down at Finn.

"I really wish you wouldn't play dead Finnnnnn..."

She swayed forward, falling heavily onto Finn's lifeless body.

"Oops... Sorry honey."

She lifted her legs onto the couch and shoved herself in between Finn and the cushions. She threw her arm over him in an attempt to wrap it around his waist, but ended up with her arm loosely strung over his body.

She hiccuped.

Marceline's eyes went wide and she lay silently for several seconds.

Then she giggled.

'I'm so drunk right now...'

She tightened her grip on Finn and giggled even more.

"You're so cooold Finn."

"Now you're just like me."

She lay there, snuggling with Finn's lifeless body and giggling, hiccups occasionally permeating her bubbly laughter.

And then she stopped.

'You're just like me...'

Marceline sat up and looked at Finn's face.

She leaned down to kiss his cheek.

"I'm sorry..."

A tear rolled down her face as she lifted her body over Finn's and floated over to and up the ladder to her bedroom.

When she reached the top, she sloppily pulled off her clothes and threw them off to the side.

She dropped heavily onto the bed and, not able to control herself anymore, broke into tears. It started off quietly, just a muffled sobbing.

'Finn...'

'Dead...'

Her crying intensified and she grabbed a pillow to smother her face with.

"WHY!?"

"Why him?!"

Her wails cut through the room like razors now, and her gasps for air were heavy and labored.

She pressed the pillow to her face even harder in an attempt to dampen the cracked screeches that were coming from her mouth.

She turned over so that she was face down and buried her face into the pillow. It only served to make her want to cry even harder.

'What the fuck made him want me to turn him into a vampire anyway?'

She tried to stop crying and wipe her face on the pillow, and somewhat succeeded. She lifted her head, quiet sobs and sniffs still escaping occasionally.

Marceline floated upward from the bed and let herself down on the floor beside it. She stumbled over to the opening that led back down to the ground level and started descending.

In nothing but her underwear, she floated over to the fridge. She opened it up and reached in to grab the black bottle in the corner.

She removed the lid and flipped it back, drinking as much as she could before letting it down so that she could take a breath. Then she lifted it again, repeating this process until she was left with an empty bottle in her hand.

She hiccuped, and set the bottle haphazardly in the fridge before closing the door.

She smiled, a warm feeling blossoming in her stomach.

Suddenly, she leaned forward and heaved. Her stomach was empty save the large amount of alcohol she had just consumed, and her body was not happy with it.

She heaved again, but still nothing came out. She moaned as her stomach squeezed itself over and over again to relieve itself of the volatile substance, but to no avail.

And then, everything went dark as she fell backward onto the floor.