I don't really know why... But I'm supposed to feel like this.

To feel like this for him.

It would never work. And it is never heard of.

I gave him a smile as he shouted in joy when he killed another monster. He looked at me with that big grin. His disheveled hat made his hair stand out messily, and his dirtied face didn't bother him as he continued to grin. The grin was meant to be childish, but his grown-up look changed it in little ways, but it stayed as it is.

That's right. Finn isn't the twelve-year old boy I met at my treehouse––used to be my treehouse––he was taller than me, and bigger, but I don't think he's stronger than me. I am a vampire.

And that's the problem.

Mortal and Immortals aren't supposed to be together. Even being friends, they aren't allowed.

But I'm not my father, I'm the Vampire Queen! I can do anything.

Except one thing. And that is to feel love (or the other one, make my heart beat). I may have been infatuated by Ash, but that wasn't love. Because Vampires are exotic species, they can't. They're dead. They're vicious.

"Did you see that, Marcy? We beat it to a pulp!"

I gasped quietly, but nodded, feeling my face heat up. Ever since he turned fifteen, he started to address me by Marcy. I watched him as he rambled how he killed it, but I didn't need to know, I was watching him the whole time. How he swung his sword over and over again, and when the monster stumbled, he jumped and shoved his sword in the monster. I closed my eyes, trying to calm down.

I nodded, and laughed.

"Let's go to the treehouse or else Jake will kill me!" Finn said, and I nodded, smirking. "Not unless I kill him first."

The punch on the shoulder was totally worth it. It was the first time I felt pain from a mortal.

It's not like it's impossible. Can't hurt to love...right?

I've heard some Vampires having babies nowadays. And they say that it is true love.

Bah! I don't believe in true love. Vampires don't have hearts. How will you know it's true love?

But like, I said, it can't hurt. But for me, it does. It's not my fault being a vampire. It's not my fault I have no heart. It's not my fault falling for him. It's not my fault I'm prideful. It's not my fault I'm just a best friend.

It's not my fault PB's better than me. Or Flame Princess, in this case.

"Mathematical! Guys! Marceline the Vampire Queen is here!"

Everybody applauded, and I grinned, flying over the crowd and tuned my axe-bass. "Who's ready to get this party started?!" I shouted, making them shout more. I shot a glance at Finn, who was talking at Bubblegum with those eyes. I frowned, and looked away. Smiling instead, I stand in their coffee table, and played a chord.

They cheered.

I smiled.

"Get ready!"

I glanced to Finn again, and saw him staring at me. He didn't look away, but instead, he smiled and gave me a thumbs up. Winking, he even mouthed, "Go Marcy!"

I almost broke a string that day.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I fell for you. I'm so sorry I'm prideful. I'm so sorry we keep on staying as best friends. But I'm not sorry I'm a vampire. I love the power. It always keep me full.

I'm sorry I can't love you. I'm sorry I'm being stupid, right now.

"Marcy! On your right!"

I fell down as I got punched on the stomach. I coughed, and luckily nothing went out of my mouth. Finn jumped in front of me and stayed the monster. As I was trying to push myself up, he reached an arm to me, a frown displaying on his mouth. "What happened?"

I slapped his hand away. "I'm sorry. I got distracted." With that, I let away from him since the job was finally done. I heard him call my name, but I just dashed back to my house. I didn't want to think too much things right now. It was all too fast.

Or I'm just too slow.

I hated it. I hated the memories––all the adventures––we went through. But then I loved it. I loved how we always won. I loved how Jake cowered behind you.

I loved how you smiled after our victory and you would always say, "We did it!" even though you're the one who killed the monster.

I loved how you're so caring that you shared gold with me, and smile at me, and say, "Here, Marceline, you could keep it."

I loved how you protect me even though you knew I'm much stronger than you.

I loved how you're so nice, caring, selfless, and cute. Actually, I still do.

I lazily strummed my axe-bass, sighing. I didn't need for him to knock since I can smell his presence, and he tried to tip-toe but he failed. I inhaled the scent––cinnamon and blood. I stopped strumming and quickly opened the door, to see Finn crouching and with a shocked look on his face.

He stood up, sheepishly smiling as he scratched his back. "Uh...hey, Marcy."

I rose an eyebrow at him, and he just grins nervously there. My eyes don't stay on his dirty face as it goes down on his tattered clothes, and bleeding arms and legs. I sighed, and he squeaked as I glared at him, and I flew towards the ladder. I tilted my head towards the couch, and he shook his head, stepping inside.

"Um, I'm just going to sit on the floor." He said, and I nodded, flying upstairs as I went to the bathroom. I looked for a first-aid kit and saw one. I dashed back to him, and to see him sitting on the floor, whistling awkwardly. I rolled my eyes and stopped floating in front of him.

I tend to his wounds––which he kept wincing at when I put disinfection on it.

After a while of silence, and I'm still wrapping his wounds, I asked, "Why didn't you go to Jake? Or PB?"

He looked at me, and I felt nervous for some reason. I thought he'd get suspicious but he didn't as he smiled.

"Because you're better at this! PB's good too, but she always have another mission for me. And Jake? He's busy having a date with Rainicorn."

I nodded, feeling a blush going up to my cheeks.

...and for some reason, I felt it.

I was in denial, I knew. But it was for the better. It was better to see you with PB or Flame Princess than with me. We would be an outcast. And my father would not allow it. And I won't turn you to a vampire, never. Even though you were twelve, you wanted to be a vampire because of the powers, but I didn't want you to fall into the abyss with me.

But I hated it when you smile dorkily at me and compliment me. I would always hallucinate that my heart would beat for a second when you do.

"Marceline!" Finn smiled, waving at me. I waved back, hiding more under my umbrella.

"Why are you out in the sun?"

I scoffed. "I have an umbrella?" I said in a sarcastic way as I pointed to my broken umbrella. I thought he would get offended, but he laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I noticed. Anyway, we'd have a party for the Holidays. How's that sound?" He was grinning at me with hope in his eyes, and I knew I couldn't say no. I sighed, and smiled at him.

"Yeah, that sounds awesome."

He fist pumped the air, making me giggle. He looked at me, and blushed. I laughed harder. He was so cute.

He laughed, embarrassed. I smiled. "So, when's the party?"

He blinked, and then grabbed me. As in my whole body as he grabbed my umbrella too. "Now!" He started to run with me, and I kept up with him because he was holding the umbrella. I smirked at him when he glanced at me. I winked. "I feel like you're still my butler."

He flushed bright red, and I laughed as we made our way to the tree house.

The party's going great. And I'm having fun myself. We found ourselves exchanging gifts. I got mad at Finn for not telling me we would exchanged gifts this year, but he said it was fine. As expected, I got the least gifts, but not that I care. I got two gifts. One from PB––it was a t-shirt. Another one from Jake, Rainicorn and the pups––it was a pick for my guitar, and a guitar. I loved it.

The whole time when we were exchanging gifts, Finn wasn't there. I had whispered to Jake, "Where is he?" Jake merely shrugged, as if not caring, but I knew he did. "I think he told me he'd get someone a gift. Maybe for Flame Princess."

I smiled. "That seems sweet." Jake looked at me, and nodded, drinking his chocolate drink.

Now it's Flame Princess. Last time it was PB. What's with Princesses anyway? They aren't powerful unlike a Queen like me.

But I have no right to judge because I have fallen in love with you––a human, a mortal.

But you're a hero. My hero.

At first, when I saw you, I didn't really wanted to give you back the treehouse because it was rightfully mine. But I pitied. So I let you go back to the treehouse since you've taken care of it quite beautifully unlike when I was living there.

And then when I took you in to be by my side, I thought you'd be honored since I am a Queen.

But I saw that you just wanted your dog safe. So I let you be free. Ever since then....I never thought we'd be friends. Best of friends, even.

When the party ended and I no longer needed the umbrella, I left. But when I heard my name being called by Finn, I turned around quickly. "Marceline!" He was holding something, it was long and it was clumsily wrapped in gift wrapper. I stopped. Please don't tell me that I would give the gift to Flame Princess? I waited for him and he panted in front of me.

"Yes..?" My voice was awfully dry.

He looked up at me, and gave me an open-mouthed smile. "Stretch out your hand."

I rose an eyebrow but did what he told me. I outstretched my hand to him. He puts the item in my hands and I looked at it. It was the gift.

"What's this...?" I asked him and he laughed.

"A gift, silly!" I nodded bashfully. "Thank you." He smiled and hugged me. My eyes widened but I smiled back, laughing. He laughed with me.

"Here. I've got you something too that will make you say 'like what?'"

He grinned. He knew my game. "Like what?"

I fished out for something, and I grinned. "Close your eyes."

He nodded and did close his eyes. I put it on him, and he opened his eyes. He looked down and grinned.

"Awesome! A necklace!" I laughed.

"It has a powerful gem in it. It says that it will always keep you alive."

His eyes glowed immediately. "Like you?!" I smiled, and nodded. I lied, because I knew that wasn't true. I just kept it with me because it looked beautiful. When he almost opened it, I slapped his hands. He looked at me, putting as he rubbed his hands on where I slapped it. I winked. "But you have to refrain from looking at it, or open it to look at it or else you'll die!"

He nodded and I smiled. "Bye, Finn. I need to go before the sun goes up."

He looked at me and shook his head. "Open the gift first!"

I sighed. I opened it quickly, seeing form the corner of my eye that the sun was almost rising. And I didn't want that. When I could no longer feel any gift wrappers, my gaze went back to the thing in my hands. I saw an umbrella. I gasped, because it looked beautiful and gothic. I laughed, and when I looked at him, he was blushing.

So that's why he looked tired. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek, it's a bold move, but that's the only thing I could do. He blushed, and I grinned, winking as I turned around to leave, opening the new umbrella he had given me. It was violet, black, and silver. It had skeleton designs as well as apples and it was an odd combination.

Did he do this?

"Bye, Finn."

"W-Wait.."

I looked back, and he was still blushing. "Yes?"

He turned around, shaking his head. "Nevermind! It's nothing!"

That time, I thought you'd confess and I was ready to reject it. But you chickened out, and I was thankful. I didn't want to see the hurt in your eyes as you cried, running away from me as I cried too. I don't want to to be like that.

And it seemed it never happened, huh? There was no chance. But then, you tried. You're such a strong-willed hero.

That's why...we actually tried. Even though we knew this relationship wouldn't work.

"M-Marcy?"

I hummed. "Yes, Finn?" I didn't turn around. We continue to walk side by side as I hid under my umbrella––my new umbrella. I saw him stopped, making me stop too. I frowned and turned around to look at him, and just to see him blushing and fumbling with his shirt. What's he being nervous about?

"Finn?"

He sighs. "I like you."

I stopped and stared at him. He was looking down and was not meeting my eyes. I sighed. I didn't expect that, but I couldn't help but feel so happy. But I don't think he's sure...I mean he did like PB...and Flame Princess. I smiled and took a experiment step to see if he would step back––he didn't.

I went in front of him and stopped floating. Since he's much taller than me now, I float again and go lower as I looked at his face. He was crying. I huffed and smiled. "Hey, crybaby. Wait for me to reject you before you cry."

Oops. I think 'reject' was a bad word. I laughed quietly, because I was bullying him and he was crying even more.

I held his face in my hands and gently pull it up. I kissed his cheeks and wiped his tears, as I smiled towards his confused face.

"I like you, too."

We both know it's wrong. But it's not our fault. Whenever I'm with you, I actually believe my heart beats. For you, and only you. It should feel wrong––this relationship––but all I can feel is right when you hugged me that time when we both confessed to each other.

Your warmth chilling with my coldness wasn't uncomfortable as I thought so. And I welcomed you just like you welcomed me into your world even if all I did was bully you. Ugh, I fell too hard. I've been wearing my heart on my sleeve all this time, huh?

"Marceline!" I turned around to be met with warm lips on mine.

My eyes widened and I punched him in the gut. He fell down, and I frowned, helping him push himself up as I sighed. "Don't do that in public, Finn!" He pouted, making me blush at how cute he is, and he laughed because he knew I was embarrassed.

"I want everyone to know you're mine, Marcy!" That's what he said, and I felt my not-so-alive-heart beat. I blushed again as he kissed me on the cheek and this time and onwards, I let him kiss me whenever he liked it. But sometimes I had to push him off because other in public were looking and it was embarrassing. Other times, I forcefully kiss him in front of PB and FP just to piss the two off.

But seriously, I loved your kisses. Even if it was just chaste and quick, I would always feel your lips on mine. All day. Your kisses weren't the same when I dated Ash, his seemed to be hungry but you? You always give me just the right things.

Even though in this lifetime, we've never done Tier 15. I could care less.

I was watering the flowers when I heard the familiar voice.

"Marceline!" Before he could hog himself all over me, I swayed to the side and he goes straight to my bases of flowers, knocking over one as it broke. I sighed. "Yes, Finn?" He stood up, and mumbled an apology before looking at me with eyes that seemed to excited to care for the vase he had broken.

"Can we do tier 15?"

Immediately, my face heated up. "Finn! You're...you're 20! I-It's.." I turned away from his hopeless face, because I knew I'd give in if I looked at him. As if he knew this, he turned to where I was looking and looked at me with those bright blue eyes that makes me give in. He was using puppy eyes.

I groaned. "No! It's...way too early for you to know!"

He crossed his arms. "I already know!"

And I think I was knocked out after that. You apologized that time. You kept on saying, "Okay, okay! I won't pester you about Tier 15!" It made me uncomfortable since you knew what it meant. I wonder who told you. I was guessing Jake, but I never had the guts to ask that dog because it would seemed awkward.

That time, I laughed because I didn't know what to do.

And now...I know.

I sighed and sat on the ground, putting the flowers in front of the stone, as I smiled. I strummed my guitar, and smiled at the stone, and stopped strumming. I breathed air, and I smiled weakly. "How are you?" I held the gravestone, caressing it like it was a person's skin.

Silence.

I laughed pitifully at myself.

Graves don't talk, and especially not to a vampire. I hummed. "Me? I'm miserable as you can see."

Silence.

I smiled. I must be going crazy. I laughed again, messing my hair.

Let's go in the garden
You'll find something waiting
Right there where you left it
Lying upside down

My gaze went down to his last words, I caressed it, mumbling the words that only once came out of his mouth, "I do, too, you know––love you." I laughed. When he said that, I didn't know what to say and when I did, he was already limped in my arms.

I noticed something on the ground. I blew air on the ground, as the dust flies off of the necklace. I smiled. It was upside down. Leave him to still give me a message even when he's dead.

When you finally find it
You'll see how it's faded
The underside is lighter
When you turn it around

There was a faded writing there. Which was not his last words. I felt tears prickling the corner of my eyes, and I wanted to blink it away, but I couldn't as I kept reading the words carved into the stone. I laughed. Until now, even if he's dead, he's still trying to be funny, huh?

"Don't ever change, Marceline. I know this will sound cheesy like cheeseballs but love will let you be you. So please don't change Marceline. (Your appearance might change, but I'm talking about the real you)."

Everything stays
Right where you left it

And then my tears just flooded after I read the next line, hoping it wasn't the last of his last letter for me.

"I love you, I always did."

"Finn..." I looked over to the other gravestones. "PB...FP...Jake..."

"I miss you all."

Everything stays
But it still changes
Ever so slightly
Daily and nightly
In little ways
When everything stays

I stood up, and dusted my self off as I sling my axe-bass around my shoulder. I looked back at the grave, staring at gem necklace. I smiled at the last line on the gem. How'd he know about that song? I snickered, feeling tears swelling up and falling down my face.

"Everything stays, Marceline."

"That stalker." I hiccuped, and wiped my tears away. I left without looking back, but I left him a note, as I always did.

"I'll come back, Finn. Because I know you'll come back, too."