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Bonnie wonders how they always end up back here. Not exactly here as in the place, here as in the concept. The state of being “here”.
Ten years ago it was in the vampire hive, when Bonnie swore she would end it all. Fifty years ago it was on the shore of Ooo, when Bonnie thought she would drown and that her body would sink to the seafloor like a felled whale. One hundred years ago it was in a little hut where she foolishly made camp because god forbid she was tired and wanted to rest. Four hundred years ago it was in the middle of a desert, after days of searching for an oasis and giving up hope.
Today it was in a cave where she thought she could get even a single moment of peace and quiet to read one of the books she smuggled out of the ruins of the old library. Bonnie knew she was being self indulgent but shouldn’t life be about more than just survival?
Clearly her priorities were not in order as Marceline leaned against the cave entrance, looking carefully bored and performatively expressionless. Bonnie noted that she cut her hair since they last spoke…if you could call fighting to kill “speaking”.
The state of being “here” was just the flat circle that was time. Bonnie had lived long enough to know that cycles and patterns pop up everywhere constantly. “Here” was Marceline leering at her with her fangs on full display. “Here” was Bonnie grabbing her sharpest, longest stake and brandishing it at the vampire. “Here” was the Star grabbing her by the throat. “Here” was them rolling all over the floor- sand, gravel, concrete, grass- furiously trying to gain the upper hand. Bonnie guesses “here” just described their stalemate that both immortals refused to concede.
“Why are you here?” asked Bonnie coldly. Why are we here again?
“Aww Bonnie, don’t be like that sugar,” Marceline drawled as she pushed herself off the cave entrance. “You know I get bored with those mindless minions.”
“Marceline-”
“I told you not to call me that!” the vampire’s eyes turned a fiery shade of red and her forked tongue flicked out of her mouth in a warning. “My father gave me my undead name. Use it.”
“I’m not going to call you ‘the Star’,” Bonnie rolled her eyes and made exaggerated air quotes, unbothered by the vampire's attempt to intimidate her.
In an instant Marceline was right next to her, wrenching the stake out of her grip and wrapping her free hand around her throat to constrict her airway.
“Mock me like that again Bonnibel,” Marceline whispered directly into her ear.
Bonnie knew this was coming. She rolled her eyes again and swiftly grabbed the hand around her throat, pulled it back and in one deft movement spun the vampire around and pulled her hand into a lock behind her back. Bonnie grabbed her smaller stake hidden in her boot and held it to the vampire’s neck. She tightened her grip on Marceline by pushing her body flush against her back with their hands trapped between them and the stake threatening to pierce flesh.
“I think it would be in your best interest to leave now, Star,” said Bonnie as she traced the length of the vampire’s throat with the tip of the stake.
“Aw but baby you know I like it rough,” Marceline bared her pointed teeth and strained her head forward. Bonnie felt the weapon break skin and watched a drop of dark blood trickle out of the small scratch in the vampire’s neck. She pushed the stake in deeper, knowing that it would do no real damage as the only way to kill the Star was a stake directly to the heart. Marceline moaned softly.
“I’m not doing this again. I told you last time I’m done,” insisted Bonnie, but she felt the throbbing between her legs and she knew the vampire could probably smell her arousal. Bonnie dropped the stake and pushed her away.
“Actually, what you told me last time sounded a lot like ‘Ohh right there Marcy, yes, don’t fucking stop!’ Sound familiar, princess? Oh wait, I left out the part where you were on your knees begging me to-” the vampire was interrupted by Bonnie punching her square in the face.
Marceline stepped back and doubled over clutching her nose. “You pink bitch!”
Bonnie turned away with clenched fists and hoped that it would be enough for her to leave. As much as she wanted the vampire, Bonnie thought that at this point she wanted to kill her more. Marceline was becoming increasingly reckless and the human population was dwindling to the point where Bonnie could no longer make mental excuses for the vampire who she had a begrudging soft spot for. Bonnie remembered the first time they met and how different Marceline seemed. How hesitant she was to take to the vampiric lifestyle. The Star and Marceline may as well be two completely different people.
“Someone really needs to teach you manners princess,” Marceline scoffed, about to walk away and give up on their fun.
“You know I really hate it when you call me that,” muttered Bonnie, turning to watch the vampire leave the dim cave. Bonnie knew she would take the statement as a challenge but said it anyway. Stupid.
Marceline stopped at the cave entrance once again and faced the vampire hunter, her eyes narrowing. “Oh Bonnie, I forgot one more thing!” She floated back up to Bonnie and didn’t stop until she was so close she could practically lick her face. Bonnie took a step back but Marceline didn’t stop moving forward until Bonnie’s back was pressed up against the cool cave wall.
Marceline cupped Bonnie’s face in her hand and traced the curve of her bottom lip with her thumb. Bonnie shivered and her lips parted of their own accord giving space for Marceline to push her thumb into her mouth.
“Suck,” she commanded, and Bonnie did as she was told without thinking. There was a part of her that wondered if vampires had the power to possess one’s mind because surely she had more of a backbone than this. “Good girl,” said Marceline and that immediately stopped all of those silly little thoughts Bonnie was having.
The vampire hunter knew she should stop this but, and she was loath to admit this, Marceline was the only person she could ever find herself attracted to and it was usually years or even decades between their meetings. Not to mention the dwindling human population and the fact that all her friends and comrades tended to have a significantly shorter lifespan than Bonnie.
Ugh, thinking about the human population in Ooo just reminded her that there was no future in which she could coexist with the vampire. Marceline was off her rocker and Bonnie knew they were quickly approaching a turning point where she could feel her soft spot for the vampire shrinking and giving way to real hatred.
Bonnie bit down on Marceline’s thumb hard enough that it would have broken the bone had she been human. Marceline smirked.
“I thought we already established that I like it rough Bonbon. Bite it off if you want me to think you really mean it,” the vampire mumbled as she left open mouthed kisses along Bonnie’s jaw.
“Will you stop and get off of me,” Bonnie tried to sound firm but it just came out as a whine as Marceline slowly licked her neck.
“I don’t think I will princess. I think I’ll take what I want from you and I know you’ll let me,” Marceline said smugly, sliding her hand under Bonnie’s pink undershirt and leaving long scrapes down her torso.
“This has to be the last time Marceline, we can’t keep ending up here and-,” Bonnie said through a gasp as the vampire crept her hand under her bra and rolled a nipple between her fingers.
“And what?” Marceline asked innocently, roughly massaging her breast as Bonnie tried to remember what words were. Her eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure.
“I really fucking hate you,” gasped Bonnie as she grabbed the vampire by the throat and brought her in for an angry, heated kiss. She brought her other hand up behind Marceline’s head and grabbed onto a fistful of her hair and pulled hard on it, drawing out a deep growl from her.
“Oh really?” Marceline asked smugly, “You don’t smell like you hate me. Actually-” she brought their mouths back together for another rough kiss.
Kissing her like the world was ending, Marceline dragged her hand across Bonnie’s chest and tugged at the drawstring of her pink camo pants. Bonnie couldn’t find it in herself to protest when the vampire dipped her hand into her pants and trailed a finger between her legs over her boyshorts, feeling the arousal seeping through.
“You don’t feel like you hate me either, princess,” Marceline whispered in her ear. Bonnie shivered and angled her hips, trying to find some sort of friction, but the vampire pinned her firmly to the cave wall with her body.
“I swear to glob Marceline, the next time I see you I’m going to poof you. That’s a promise,” Bonnie managed to bite out at her between gasps.
“Aw c’mon baby, let’s not lie to each other alright?” her fingers played with the elastic on Bonnie’s underwear, threatening to move lower and take what she wanted.
“I’m serious Star,” groaned Bonnie and, to prove her point, reached for another stake strapped to her arm. She wrapped her arm around the vampire and dug the stake into her back, not quite at her heart but close enough to put weight behind her threat. She felt Marceline stiffen in her hands and then arch her body away from the stake and, somehow, impossibly, closer to her.
“If this time is the last time then I want to taste you,” said the vampire, lowering her head to Bonnie’s pink neck and grabbing her face with both hands. “I can’t spend the rest of eternity not knowing what you taste like.”
“Why? You can’t even turn me, I’m not human. What’s the point? It won’t even hurt me- I bite pieces of myself off all the time when I need a bonding agent,” rambled Bonnie, trying to lean away from the insane vampire at her throat but there was nowhere to escape to.
“I don’t want to turn you, that’s no fun. It’s a shame it won’t hurt you because you know how I love to watch you scream,” Marceline winked, “I want to drink you dry, sugar.” Bonnie continued to half-heartedly struggle but Marceline had enough of her food thinking she had the upper hand.
She forced Bonnie’s head to one side and left open mouthed kisses down the length of her neck. Bonnie’s stake was still pressing uncomfortably into her back and she could feel it break the skin, but she figured she’d take the risk to taste her. It was worth it.
The vampire let her front teeth graze the skin at her jugular and she felt the base of her fangs throb to the same beat as the pulse in her prey’s neck. Bonnie tried to press the stake deeper into her but it was no use, Marceline could easily overpower her with one hand tied behind her back. She sank her fangs slowly into Bonnie’s neck, drawing the moment out so it felt like it stretched on to infinity. Before the heady taste of her candy blood hit her tongue, she heard Bonnie’s cries of protests soften into a breathless moan. Marceline took one, two, three deep pulls, the sweet taste lighting up her senses and making her alert. She felt like she could fly for miles.
Bonnie’s eyes rolled back into her head and her knees went weak. Luckily she had a vampire holding her up against a cave wall. Great.
Marceline pulled away and was promptly stabbed in the back by the girl who was just moaning her name. Bonnie looked at her with an innocent smile. “Whoops,” said Bonnie smirking, the gray splotch of skin where Marceline drank from her was already starting to revert to its pretty pink shade.
The vampire pulled away, about to grab the stake and take it out herself when she felt it already being pulled out agonizingly slow. She guesses she deserved that one. Marceline gasped in pain as Bonnie pulled the stake the rest of the way out and leaned her forehead against the other girl. They both took a second to recover with their breathing labored and their foreheads pressed against each other.
“I don’t want this to stop, Bonnie,” whispered Marceline.
“Marcy-”
“I know you want me to give up my life with my dad, I know you expect all these things from me but I just don’t have that in me anymore. I can’t pretend that I’m not a monster,” said Marceline.
“You’re not a monster,” choked out Bonnie, “But we’ve tried to make it work in the past. You just keep going back to that awful vampire hive that convinces you that you’re some evil monstrous abomination and whenever that happens I can never get through to you.”
“They’re my family Bonnie,” said Marceline with a warning tone.
“I know. I just wish things were different. We can’t keep doing this anymore. Nothing changes, not really,” said Bonnie with tears trickling down her face. Marceline kissed her cheek and stuck out her forked tongue, tasting the tears there.
“I’m sorry,” said Marceline, her voice breaking. She took a deep steadying breath. “Will you give me something?”
“What do you want?” asked Bonnie, taken aback at the request. She couldn’t imagine anything she had that Marceline would ask for.
“Something to remember you by, I guess. I want a piece of you,” Marceline said, looking up at the vampire hunter. “We have a long history. I want to remember that we happened.”
“I want you to have a piece of me. Take what you want Marcy,” whispered Bonnie, her throat dry.
Marceline closed the distance between them and kissed her deeply. She pulled away to kiss her cheek. Then her forehead. Both of her eyelids. Marceline looked at Bonnie for a long time, hundreds of years of unspoken words passing between them. The vampire cupped her face and brought Bonnie’s head a bit lower.
Marceline clamped her mouth around one of Bonnie’s eye sockets and sucked. Bonnie took in a sharp breath but Marceline knew she wasn’t hurting her physically since she was made of gum and all that. Marceline sucked until she heard a wet pop and felt the eye in her mouth. She was briefly transported back before the Mushroom War when her mother would buy her those round candies. Gobstoppers, she thinks they were called.
Marceline took her time chewing and swallowing Bonnie’s eye and Bonnie never took her eyes- eye- off of her. There was an empty pink space where her eye used to be now, but Marceline knew that Bonnie could grow herself a new eye if she wanted to. She’d seen Bonnie regrow entire limbs from candy biomass before.
“I think I’m going to leave it empty,” said Bonnie quietly, reaching up to touch her empty socket. Marceline was surprised but she immediately understood. They both wanted to remember.
“Then here, take this,” said Marceline, tearing off part of her black sleeve and ripping it until it looked like an eye patch. She tied it around Bonnie’s head and leaned back to take in her handiwork. “Suits you,” said the vampire. Bonnie chuckled and then sighed heavily.
“Marceline I-” Bonnie looked at her and hoped she understood.
“I know Bonnie,” whispered Marceline, “I know.”
“I still hope things will change but I can’t stop hunting you. I have to protect the people. From you.”
“I know that too,” said Marceline, “But let’s not think about that tonight princess.”
“Alright,” said Bonnie, bringing her forehead back to the vampire’s.
“I want one last thing from you and I know you’ll give it to me,” said Marceline, kissing Bonnie again desperately.
They sank down to the cave floor, clothes being stripped off along the way. And if they both cried, neither of them mentioned it.