Befor There was Aaa.
Chapter 1: Old stuff

Fionna's pov:

Marshall's stiff red couch. Where the hell did he even get something so old? And uncomfortable? I wiggled trying to get to any degree of comfort.

"Having a hard time Fi?" Marshall said in a teasing tone.

"Yes. Will you just get rid of this thing already? I'll help you get a better sofa. Maybe black? I mean you could just suck the color out of this one and get a better, and newer one." I've pitch this possibility many times but he usually just ignored me or changed the subject.

"What if I like my old red sofa? It's practically an antique." This is the first time he didn't just brush off the subject.

I turned and looked at the pale face vampire. He looked kinda mad. I must be annoying him. That's a first too. "Well you never have to sit on this old piece of shit"

"It's my house. I like the way it looks. Why would I get rid of something when it's just for looks?" He asked sarcastically

"Well maybe, just a thought here, its full of holes. And you can see the spring right there. Marshall you've got the money and the time. Why not a new couch?" I might actually get my answer this time. Why is his majesty the great vampire king so reluctant to get a new sofa?

"Well maybe, just a thought here, its full of memories. Glob Fi stop complaining." He sorta grumbled. Omg the very rare 'not so tough Marshall' was appearing.

"What kind of memories?" I knew with how old Marshall was he was bound to have known a lot more humans. But he never said anything when I tried to hint.

"Well, the time you and cake wanted to become vampires, the time you and I had a strawberry eating contest and you got a tummy ache. Oh and the time we were wrestling and you knocked me to the wall. A lot of stuff Fi." He rolled his eyes. Trying to drop the subject again.

I have known this sarcastic Black eyed fanged face for over four years now and he still wont tell me about his past. Not once. "Ugh! What ever. Can we do something else than what ever this is?"

"Sure Fi. What else can we do beside what we are doing?" He paused than snapped his fingers " I know we could go get seriously wounded by the Knife storm outside." He added sarcastically.

"Haha Marshall your a genius! Why didn't I think of it first." I added with just as much sarcasm.

"Well you keep on thinking I'm gonna take a piss." Marshall said floating up stairs to his private bathroom.

Ugh. When there's a storm its always so boring. I could suggest using our imaginations buy I'm seventeen now and Marshall would just make fun of me. The same familiar front room of Marshall's house is were I sit trying to think of something fun or entertaining to do. Maybe I'll just snoop.

I got up and walked over to the closet that Marshall never opened. He might get pissed but I don't really care. When I opened it up i found just boxes stacked to the roof with one medium sized box more in the front. Might as well start there. The rest of the boxes looked really dusty, like haven't been touched for 50 years dusty. I picked up the smaller box and took it to the couch.

Inside it held a leather necklace case I just put that beside me. The rest were just some old pictures in silver frames. They were all of the same girl. She had nice creamy skin that made her deep green eyes stand out. Her hair was a dark dirty blond. She was beautiful. She could possibly be from the emerald kingdom with the ways here eyes sparkled. But she look to different, and familiar too.

I picked up the necklace case and opened it. Inside there was a sparkly black jewel with some sort of silver snake warped around it. I love the way the jewel glittered in the light. Be for I could bring myself to touch the sparkly gem a pair of pale hands snatched them from me.

I looked up startled at an infuriated Marshall Lee. He obviously didn't appreciate me looking through his stuff. He was baring his fangs while clenching his jaw. He looked really angry. It was clearly personal. "What the HELL do you think your doing!?" He snarled.

"W-W- W-el-" I stuttered his cold stare was giving me chills. "I-I d-don't kno-ow. Um s-sorry." He looks as if I just insulted him deeply and personally

"W-W-Well FIONNA DON'T TOUCH MY STUFF!" He yelled before putting everything back into the closet. He didn't throw it in like I thought he would have. Instead he just more like frustrated-ly placed them in as carefully as he could.

"OK I'm sorry Marsh. But may I ask who that girl was?" I asked in a whisper. I knew he could hear me with his supper hearing.

"No you may not." He snapped.

"Please, Marsh you never tell me anything. Please just tell me who that chick is." I said a bit angry myself. I told him all my stories he could tell me just this one.

"Well miss nosy ass. I don't feel like it. So let me put it simple: You'll never meet her so who cares."

"I do. Because you obviously care. You wouldn't through a tantrum if you didn't." I stated. His expression told me I was right. It was someone he knew. Maybe someone who died.

"You're a big brat sometimes. If you must, know her name was Evangeline."