AN: Hello again, faceless computer people (who I now assume are mostly teenage girls [seems to be my demographic, no offense to any dudes reading this]), I've returned baring gifts! Well, just one anyway, but it's that fanfic I've beeing saying I'll do for like two months now.

Disclaimer: Because I just used that word, I'm gonna assume you can guess I own nothing. I don't even claim to own my OCs.

Chapter 1: Dhedd, Downes and Former

Several months had passed since Finn's proposal to his queen, and in that time Marceline had been trying to force upon him the proper formalities of being royalty. I was a difficult task trying to make the young vampire's underused sieve of a brain retain any of the etiquette he'd require to become king, and although Finn hadn't yet yielded very promising results, he did show the desire to learn and Marceline couldn't stay too frustrated with him. At least he's trying. As unready as the hero was, the time was nigh for the vampire public's future king to become acquainted with what's soon to be his territory; a time the undead couple had been dreading.

"But Marcie, I don't wanna go!" Finn whined, grasping desperately to the frame of their front door as Marceline frantically tried to pry him from the comfort of their cottage.

"Finn, you don't really have a choice in the matter. I said you're going, so will you JUST LET GO!" She gave one last heave and her fiancé relinquished his hold on the wood and watched his sanctuary disappear from view as Marceline dragged him out of the cave by the ankles.

"Can't we just go after the wedding?" he tried to bargain while still clawing at the dirt in a futile attempt to be released from Marceline's death grip.

"We are going after the wedding, for the crowning ceremony. Right now you're just kind of being introduced to the people. Keep your mouth closed, smile and wave, and everything should be fine." By now Marceline had stopped dragging Finn, who was drifting sullenly through the air beside her, a captive of her metaphorical chains.

"I suppose I can do that..." he sighed.

"I thought you wanted to meet more vampires, Finn. You having mood swings or something?" She looked Finn over as if searching for any indication that he may be sick.

"I do want to meet my peeps, I'm just worried that they won't like me."

"Who cares if they like you or not? I still love you, and aren't I enough?" Marceline pulled her betrothed into her and rested her head on his shoulder trying to comfort the nervous boy.

"Yours is the only love I'll ever need and other mushy poetic shlump like that, but still. It'd be nice if people don't hate me..." he replied.

"I'm pretty sure they won't hate you. They might think you're a complete idiot, but they won't hate you. Not unless you screw up big time, but that's not gonna happen."

"How do you know?" He shot her a quizzical look.

"Because I won't let that happen. Just because you'll be king doesn't mean you'll be calling the shots, that's still my job."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't even want to be in charge, it's boring."

"I know, baby. But nothing will change too drastically. You'll just get a cool new title and then we can keep doing what we've been doing."

"Nothing?"

Marceline placed her fingertip to her lips, contemplating his assertion. "Pretty much, yeah..." she concurred slowly. "Maybe we should try to be less boring."

"I can think of a few things to spice stuff up..." Finn stated with a playful smirk.

"You're such a dick." she punched his shoulder lightly.

"It sort of involves something like that, yeah." He laughed and Marceline couldn't help but chuckle a little herself.
Before long the couple arrived upon a large crevice in the side of a mountain, large stone pillars bordering either side of the opening. Marceline clasped Finn's hand and led him from the darkness of the night into an even deeper blackness.

After a few moments of blindly following an unseeable path, Finn asked "Are you sure we're going the right way?" Worry was seeping into his voice; unable to see the person attached to the hand he was holding.

"Of course I'm sure." Marceline replied a little agitated at his lack of trust.

"But how can you tell? It's so... Dark." His hand clenched tighter onto his queen's, making sure no unseen threat would rip him away from her.

"Look." she responded. Finn did as instructed and somewhere ahead he saw a faint glow piercing through the black nothingness. The small beacon began to grow, and soon they reached an opening in the seemingly limitless dark. On the other side was a sight quite unlike anything Finn had previously beheld.

Set inside of a hollow below Ooo, there lay the kingdom of vampires. It was comprised of structures similar in style to pre-war Victorian era housing lining cobblestone streets lit by kerosene street lamps and lanterns carried by undead pedestrians going about their business. Towering above all else was what looked to be a gothic style cathedral tucked away into the furthest most reaches of the cavern. Everything in sight was a gray tint, only the yellow orange hughes generated from the flaming light sources granted any form of color.

It seemed like a dismal and dreary place to Finn, and he much preferred the vibrant pastel palette of the Candy Kingdom, but this domain was soon to be his and he would make do for his soon to be bride. Marceline led Finn down the winding road which flowed into what would be his kingdom, floating hand in hand over the sidewalk. She was taking him to her palace, the largest and most noticeable structure in view which happened to be on the backside of the city.

They received no small amount of strange and questioning looks from dark garbed passerbys, most wondering whom their queen was frolicking hand in hand with. Others were trying to figure out just what was on her suitor's head. None bothered to actually voice their opinions to the couple though.

Closer to the palace grounds they were stopped by a dapper looking pale debonair with a top hat and cane.

"Humblest of greetings, your majesty. Your people must surely be rejoicing over your return. I see you've brought a guest with you. Who, may I ask..." The gentleman looked Finn over scrutinizingly before practically spitting through his fangs "is this?"

"This is my fiancé, Finn." Marceline motioned elegantly towards the once human teen with her free hand.

"A thousand pardons, my queen, but I was unaware you'd been taken. Yes, well... Allow me to introduce myself. I am Coagula Downes of the law firm partnership Dhedd, Downes and Former." He tipped his hat with his cane and gave a small bow.

"I like your hat. It's really fancy." Finn tried to compliment.

"Yes..." Downes drawled out, attempting to withhold any snarkyness in front of the queen. "I can see you have some rather interesting headwear yourself, sir."

Finn's face lit up with excitement. Was he making a friend so soon? "You like my hat?" he asked hopefully.

"No, I rather don't, actually." Coagula replied while leaning on his cane and crushing Finn's hopes. Seeing Finn's reaction, Marceline shot the bloodsucking lawyer a glare and he quickly added "-I love it! It's marvelous of course!" He straightened now, fearful of the queen.

Finn seemed to have recovered and Marceline gave Downes a nod of approval, who then gave a quick "Good day." and went about on his way before he dug his grave any deeper.

Now unhindered by the swab sycophant, Finn and Marceline completed the rest of their jaunt to the vampire palace. The guards hurriedly opened the twisted iron gate upon seeing the approaching royalty and ushered them in through the wide arching entrance way. The interior seemed to be made nearly completely of white marble with red carpets and drapery adorning the floors and walls, all well lit by candle flames.

An old and kindly looking man in a simple black suit came to greet them at the door.

"Hello, madam and master. How are you?" the butler asked, bowing his head.

"I'm fine, Jasper. This is Finn, the future Vampire King... That almost rhymes." she noted under her breath.

"Finn the Human?" the man apparently known as Jasper asked.

"Well, I used to be. I'm kind of a vampire now though." he answered.

"Wonderful! I can't thank you enough for your tremendous service to the Vampire Kingdom, sir!" Jasper took Finn's hand and shook it vigorously.

"Uhm... I've never been to the Vampire Kingdom before." stated Finn, now rather confused.

"No, but you've saved us all none the less." Jasper could see he wasn't making himself any clearer, so he continued. "You see, not so long ago the Gnome King planned to raise the Beneatheverse to the surface. The vampires would have been devastated by such an event, but you and your brother put a stop to that munchkin." The butler grinned widely in the presence of his savior and future employer.

"Look at that Finn, you already saved your people without even knowing it. Seems like you're off to a good start as king so far." Marceline commented, bolstering her lover's confidence.

"So my queen, how may I serve you?" Jasper asked, now turning to Marceline.

"Dinner would be nice." she answered honestly, realizing it'd been quite some time since they had lunch before they departed.

"Of course, your highness. Just a dinner for two then?" he asked in an almost implying manner.

"You're welcome to join us." Marceline offered. She'd always been fond of her butler, he was a nice old dude and he'd always looked out for her. He'd been a part of her life so long he almost felt like family, like an uncle... An uncle that obeys your every command. Finn just met the guy and already he liked Jasper. He was definitely the nicest vampire he'd met so far... Besides Marceline, anyways.

So the couple was seated at a grand table large enough for two dozen or so and were served bowls of what looked like tomato soup.

"What is this stuff?" asked Finn while poking at the swimming contents.

"It's blood, master Finn." answered Jasper, taking his own seat.

"I can't eat this! I'm a good guy!" he exclaimed.

"No worries, young sir, so are we. The Vampire Kingdom is just off the coast of Chicken Blood Cove. A steady supply of free and unharvested blood flows into our walls every day." he reassures.

"Oh, so this is chicken blood then? I guess that's ok... Sounds kind of gross though." Finn tried his best to remember his manners; push the spoon away when scoopin' soup, don't let it dribble from the spoon, no slurping, keep the elbows off the table, sit straight and no slouching. Geesh, there was a lot of pointless rules.

"So my queen, how did your subjects feel about the king you've chosen for them?" Jasper asked trying to start a conversation.

"Well, we only really met Downes on our way here." Marceline answered.

"Oh, no worries then. If old Coagula's met Finn, I'm sure the whole kingdom already knows it by now. With that man spreading the word about you, you'll be famous in no time." Jasper smiled warmly at Finn who was intensely concentrating on raising his spoon slowly to his mouth without spilling any of the contents.

Once he managed to get a mouthful of blood, Finn looked up from his bowl and beamed at the thought of becoming so popular in such a short amount of time. Marceline, however, knew that the word being spread wouldn't paint Finn in the most positive light. They finished their dinner and were shown to the sitting room where they chatted with the help, either catching up with one another or getting to know each other better before leaving their kingdom in a cave to return to their much more humble and comfortable cottage.

AN: Bamf! Chappy one is done and up on the net! These are probably not gonna be updated as fast as my previous chaptered story's. Let me tell you something, random unknown reader, I'm lucky to have the will power to step away from Skyrim for any amount of time and write this stuff, but I do it 'cause I lurves you (that's probably a lie, I don't even know you). At the time of this post, I've only written fully up to chapter 3.

Thanks to Cr3amPuffedEvil for beta reading, it helps a lot. And also, thanks to TheStinkyFoot for essentially being my testing demographic. And Lastly, thank you to everybody who's supported any of my fics in any way.

One more thing, I apologise to Cr3amPuffedEvil for not finding a suitable place for his joke, but IT SHALL BE INCLUDED none the less: "But how did he become a lawyer? Are there like, vampire schools?" asked Finn
"He was already a bloodsucking parasite, all he needed was a briefcase." replied Marceline. Awe yah, some comedy up in this biz-nitch.