ADVENTURE TIME!
(I don't own Adventure Time or any of the characters)

Be patient, lemon in the next chappies x3

Prince BubbleGum was Fionna the human's boyfriend. Was. Prince BubbleGum was everything to Fionna. She loved him. Today was exactly one week before thier two year anniversery. He had thrown an amazing ball at the kingdom. Things were going great! Everyone was dancing, drinking the finest champaigne, and making small talk until he asked if he could talk to her out on the balcony.

Flashback~

"Fionna, can I talk to you for a moment?" The prince said motioning toward the balcony.

"Yeah sure." Fionna was the greatest adventuress in Aaa. She's seen blood, dead families, and has had her fair share of killing. But she was still so innocent. She didn't pick up the (obvious) clues that the royal prince was giving off. Once they were alone outside he took her hands into his and sighed. Fionna's heart was beating rapidly. Her only wish was to be Mrs. Fionna Gumball. But that wasn't the case at all.

"Fionna. You know how I am to be king soon. Am I mistaken?" He said never leaving her eyes.

"No, your right. I know." Here it was. He was going to be king and he needed a queen by his side.

"And I love you dearly..."

"Go on."

"Fionna, I need a queen.-" Fionna started trembling. She was so happy.- " And that's not you. I need someone serious." Fionna sucked in air.

"I need someone who can be strong and can help me with tough desiscions. Granted, your strong. But it's just not going to work."

"No.-" Fionna ripped her hands from his. "This can't be happening."

The prince put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry." Then he left, leaving Fionna confused and heart broken.

-(End)

Now she sits, legs on either side of her, sobbing and trembling.

'How could he do this to me? I've gave him my everything.' She took another sip of her glass that she had with her during the break up. 'Maybe I should leave. I'm OBVIOUSLY not wanted here. There's no point in being here...May as well take another bottle of champaigne and leave.' So she went inside and snagged another one then went back on the balcony. 'Welp, here goes nothing.-"

She jumped off the balcony and landed on her feet. 'Gotta love growing up with a family of cats.' Smirking to her self for a brief moment, she staggered on. She didn't want to go home. Cake would ask her why she was home so early. She wasn't ready to talk about it. So she went venturing into the forest, drunk and heartbroken.

"WHY SHOULD I CARE, HUH TREE!" She pointed a finger at the mid-sized tree, waiting for an answer. "I MEAN, HE'S JUST GUN-*hic*-NA MISS ME! WATCH YOU TREE, HE'LL COME CRYING BACK! YOU TOO BUSH! YOU THINK HE'S DONE WITH ALL THIS *hic* THEN YOUR SORELY MISTAKEN." She broke down crying again and opened up her champaigne bottle, taking a swig. She then calmly put the bottle on the ground and crawled a good seven or eight feet away from it.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She thrashed on the floor wildly...

twelve minuteds later~

She got up and grabbed the bottle. Walking over to the tree, she sat down gulping down about half the bottle. She tried getting comfortable but felt somrthing hard poking her thigh. She pulled up her dress and saw the switchblade she kept hidden at all times (unless there was an emegancy). She traced it along her finger, bleeding a little. Not scared but relieved a little at the self harm.

She then took the blade and ran it across her palm, putting a little pressure on the blade. She started bleeding instantaniously. Her emotions slowly crawling to the back of her mind. She propped herself against the tree. She sat looking at her wound until the blood had stopped dripping on her propped up knees. Disapointed with how quickly that ended, she took the blade and slit her wrist. More blood. Then she did it again and again. It wan't deep enough to cut a vein though it was still deeper than the cut on her hand. She adjusted her head to where she looked up at the night sky. Then she closed her eyes and sighed. Smiling briefly to her self, she grabbed the swithblade in her shaky hand and was about to slit her wrist again when she realized that there wasn't enough room on her wrist. So she settled for her thigh. Taking another swig of her liquor, she placed the blade on her thigh and pressed down. Putting massive pressure on the blade. Blood continuosly dripped down from her leg to the grass.

She licked the tip of her finger and noticed how sweet her blood tasted but with a metalic after taste. Kind of like how Prince bubblegum was super sweet but had a bitter/metalicey side. BubbleGum. Fionna cried again. She didn't know she could cry so much. Squeezing the switchblade in her slippery hand, she cut and cut and cut at her thighs. Leaving them a bloody mess. She was practicaly sitting in a pool of her own blood. but she wasn't quite done. She slit both of her wrists deeply and then stabbed her stomach. She cried out in pain, drank the last of her champaigne and passed out on the ground. Her last thought of how alone she is. But she wasn't. She was unaware of the man that was watching her the whole time.

-XxXxXxXxX-

She had woken him up from his nap on a large tree with her screaming and hollering at the plants surrounding her. 'Obviously drunk.' Was his first thought, irritated and tired. But she was obviously not done so he decided to watch. He had found her amusing. He would chuckle at her mood swings and thrashing on the floor. But his mood had changed when he saw her cut her hand. His features were made up of hunger, worry, and confusion. Thank God he was in an apple tree or else he would of eatin her.

Then he saw her go ape shit on her thighs, wrists, and stomach. He knew she would die. She was loosing alot of blood. He knew he should save her, she was a human and those are rare. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Marshall Lee the Vampire King has lived for sevvral hundred years and has tried countless times before to save people. Failed each and every time. It was always end up one of two ways. He would fail miserably or he would succesfully revive them but then said person would live a short depressing life afterward. Faith obviously wanted them and he was screwing with faith.

He couldn't stand staring at her anymore. He needed to save her. He jumped from the tree and slowly walked over to the unconscious body and picked her up. She was so light. He flew three miles north to his little house in the large cave. Once he got inside he set her on his useless table. He needed to clean her and bandage her cuts. He couldn't bring himself to leave her to get a cloth. Finally he went to his laundry room and grabbed what he needed then headed over to get some sweatpants and a T-shirt for her.

When he came back he was hoping that her position was different. Or that her hand was now on the table instead of limply hanging from the side. Anything really to indicate that she was OK. But no. Miracles like that don't happen. He grabbed a large bowl and filled it with warm water. He brought it over to the table and started with her legs working his way up. Then he bandaged her and changed her out of red dress that was originally a light blue. He wasn't ashamed of changing or cleaning her. Why should he? He was simply trying to help someone from dying.

She was now clean and heavily bandaged. He brung her to his bed and sat on the chair on the other side of the bed. Now all he could do was wait. And that's exactly what he did for a whole three hours. Then he changed her band aids again. He sat back down and waited for another five hours. marshall Lee was a vampire. He didn't need sleep. It was more like a reasonable pass time for when your bored. Plus, he's lived for a long, long time so he very patient. Another hour passes and once again he changes her band aids. This is his routine for the next three days. Every four hours he would change her bandages, once every hour he would force her to drink water, and every day right after sunset he would change her (his actually) chlothes. On the fourth day, he had just about gave up when she softly whimpered in pain. Thats was a good thing! Not the pain part but the fact that she was doing better. He estimated that she would originally be somewhere around a hundred and thirty pounds, but after the dramatic blood loss she wieghed alot less. Today he decided that he would wiegh her and see the progress.
A hundred and twenty-six. nice.

In another week or so she should be Ok. Hopefully...

T.B.C.

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