Disclaimer: I do not own adventure time. If I did, all this chizz below would be happening.

"I'm flippin' sick of this place!" Marceline exclaimed, her voice echoing through candy castle.

Princess Bubblegum looked up in surprise, her dainty spoon dropping heavily onto a sugar plate. The raven-haired queen floated towards the princess, her dark hair cascading over her face.

"What is wrong, love?" Bubblegum asked, her voice nervously sweet.

What was wrong? Marceline thought.

Everything had been perfect these past few months.

But that was the worst part. Aside from Bonnibell's failed experiments, nothing was exciting to her anymore. They lived by the book, their lives perfectly arranged in lists and repetition. Candy people no longer feared the Vampire Queen, and they certainly did not fear her forked tongue or her evil animal-like forms. Peppermint butler even dared to lay out pretty pink outfits for her each morning.

And earlier Jake said that he didn't even think of Marceline as a vampire anymore. After he saw her face fall, he apologized quickly and told her he didn't mean it that way. But what else could that possibly mean?

'I'm too soft, too soft, too soft.'

"I'm losing it Bonni. I'm not the same anymore." Marceline whispered, falling onto her haunches "I'm an empty shell."

'Oh dear Glob, not again.' Thought Princess Bubblegum, while gingerly wrapping her arms around her whimpering girlfriend. This was happening too often, but what could she possibly do to help? Marceline used to be happy, but then it started small, like little flashes of depression just floating across her eyes. After a few more months, she couldn't remember a time when the Vampire Queens eyes were purely happy.

But wasn't Marceline happy with her? Yes, Marcie always told her that she was happy, but the signs were showing otherwise.

Once Princess Bubblegum had walked into the front room, looking for her. It was a night where the full moon hung low, and through those beams of silver light, she saw it. Marceline was dancing, a slow and careful waltz by herself. Bonnibell hid behind a wall, and watched her dance. She remembered that they used to dance just like that at night, and one night they just stopped. Nothing had happened, nothing changed, but it just stopped. And here was Marceline, dancing and smiling as if she were in her arms dancing along with her.

Bonnibell shook her head out of that memory and hugged Marceline harder.

It would not happen.

A/N: Thanks for reading, and if anything is wrong, please tell me. It's pretty late in the night (morning?) and I might have not caught every mistake. The next few chapters will be longer, and be posted on the weekends. Drop me a line, or review if you like :) I can only get better if you help me yo.