Fionna strode upon the muddy path that led towards Marshall’s Cave. Overhead the night sky was illuminated kwa the stars, the silent witnesses of Fionna’s journey. The moon, in all its glory and magnificence, gazed down upon the Earth, watching its tiny inhabitants in their slumber with a carefree, blissful expression on their face, as they each explored their own dreams. It saw the cunning and soundless predators of the night as they hunted for their prey. Like the stars, the moon also silently spectated Fionna.
She could hear the chorus of a million insects when she approached the entrance of the cave, nyumbani to the man whose charms and graces melted Fionna’s soul. It was the Vampire King Marshall Lee. Ah, the very name made the blood rush to Fionna’s face! That short black hair, those dark red eyes, and that voice…oh, how melodious it was! To Fionna it was the sweetest sound her ears ever had the privilege to listen to. His songs were so wonderful! Yet they related a hint to sadness, the kind that all immortals share, especially those that outlived all their friends, leaving them in a corner rejected and alone. Fionna, the great heroine, desired nothing zaidi than to save him from the darkness embedded in him, owing its very existence to the isolation he had to kubeba for a long, cold one thousand years. She loved him with all her little mortal moyo had to offer. This love, however, knew no limits, surpassing her thirst for adventure.
Today, as she knocked on the door of his abode, she was finally ready to admit to Marshall that she adored him. Before, her nervousness had got the best of her, reducing her to stammer out weakly in her angelic voice, “I…l-l-lo…” Now she took a deep breath and cleared herself of the anxiety that lurked deep within her.
He answered the door. Fionna’s moyo fluttered in her chest out of pure excitement. “Fionna? I wasn’t expecting wewe to be her at this time of night” he alisema to her.
“Yes, well…” she replied, “Marshall, I have something I’d like to tell you. I…”
Marshall cut her short. “Now now, please come inside first. Then wewe can tell me what is so important.” He led her into his house and motioned her to sit on the sofa. Immediately after sitting she continued, “Marshall, I’ve always wanted to say this ever since we first met: I love...”
Again she was stopped. Marshall had sealed his lips with hers in a passionate kiss. What a dramatic effect this had upon poor Fionna! Marshall wrapped his hands around her neck, locking her in his embrace. At first Fionna was too shocked to react, her eyes wide at being caught so suddenly. But how tasty his lips were! She never knew a vampire’s could be so…sweet. Marshall had finally won the war for dominance of Fionna’ mind. Such a triumph that was, to successfully seduce the mighty warrior!
They stayed like this for ten minutes. Eventually, Marshall gently pulled herself away from her and stared into her gorgeous blue eyes. “Fionna,” he told her, “I always loved you. wewe showed me affection in a world filled with hatred. How could I ever be so cruel as to not return your love? For that, I promise that I’ll live my life to pleasing you, to protect wewe from any harm, and to always be kwa your side, my Queen.” Fionna blushed at these words. They separated, not before one last kiss.
She could hear the chorus of a million insects when she approached the entrance of the cave, nyumbani to the man whose charms and graces melted Fionna’s soul. It was the Vampire King Marshall Lee. Ah, the very name made the blood rush to Fionna’s face! That short black hair, those dark red eyes, and that voice…oh, how melodious it was! To Fionna it was the sweetest sound her ears ever had the privilege to listen to. His songs were so wonderful! Yet they related a hint to sadness, the kind that all immortals share, especially those that outlived all their friends, leaving them in a corner rejected and alone. Fionna, the great heroine, desired nothing zaidi than to save him from the darkness embedded in him, owing its very existence to the isolation he had to kubeba for a long, cold one thousand years. She loved him with all her little mortal moyo had to offer. This love, however, knew no limits, surpassing her thirst for adventure.
Today, as she knocked on the door of his abode, she was finally ready to admit to Marshall that she adored him. Before, her nervousness had got the best of her, reducing her to stammer out weakly in her angelic voice, “I…l-l-lo…” Now she took a deep breath and cleared herself of the anxiety that lurked deep within her.
He answered the door. Fionna’s moyo fluttered in her chest out of pure excitement. “Fionna? I wasn’t expecting wewe to be her at this time of night” he alisema to her.
“Yes, well…” she replied, “Marshall, I have something I’d like to tell you. I…”
Marshall cut her short. “Now now, please come inside first. Then wewe can tell me what is so important.” He led her into his house and motioned her to sit on the sofa. Immediately after sitting she continued, “Marshall, I’ve always wanted to say this ever since we first met: I love...”
Again she was stopped. Marshall had sealed his lips with hers in a passionate kiss. What a dramatic effect this had upon poor Fionna! Marshall wrapped his hands around her neck, locking her in his embrace. At first Fionna was too shocked to react, her eyes wide at being caught so suddenly. But how tasty his lips were! She never knew a vampire’s could be so…sweet. Marshall had finally won the war for dominance of Fionna’ mind. Such a triumph that was, to successfully seduce the mighty warrior!
They stayed like this for ten minutes. Eventually, Marshall gently pulled herself away from her and stared into her gorgeous blue eyes. “Fionna,” he told her, “I always loved you. wewe showed me affection in a world filled with hatred. How could I ever be so cruel as to not return your love? For that, I promise that I’ll live my life to pleasing you, to protect wewe from any harm, and to always be kwa your side, my Queen.” Fionna blushed at these words. They separated, not before one last kiss.
