Marshal Lee

 Marshal Lee

This is going to be the background story of Marshall Lee from the alternate universe in Adventure Time. Also I love Marshal because he's a pretty emo boy hehe.

Marshall's P.O.V

Hi, my name is Marshal Lee. I'm a vampire, and it hasn't been easy. I try to cope by being a "bad boy" but I'm actually really struggling to deal with my feelings. I write music to cope, and try to avoid people as much as possible. Except to see my friends, but even then I don't see them as often as I'd like to. Honestly I'm so scared I might go feral one day and hurt someone, I've seen rouge vampires before and it terrified me. I don't want to kill anyone, that's why I make sure I have someone who gets me my blood. Without it I get very weak, and my whole body hurts. I guess I should explain how this all started. I was only five when I was bitten, not like 500 like literally five years old. I was human, and I was on a walk with my dad. He was taking me to see ducks at the pond near our house, as we were walking a rouge vampire came out of nowhere. I screamed, my dad got in front of me and tried to reason with the creature. The vampire was going in for the bite, I pushed past my dad because I didn't want him to get hurt. The next thing I knew I was on the ground, and the creature was standing over me. He sank his teeth into my neck, and it hurt like heck. I was in so much pain, my dad was trying everything he could to get the creature away. But it was too late, he drained all my blood and I was too weak to move. Once the creature was finished he took off. My dad carried me back home, when he noticed my skin start to bubble from the sun. I woke up and I had fangs, my skin was paler than normal, and my hair a pitch black. I was also starving, luckily my dad was prepared in case of situation like this and gave me the blood he had stashed. When I regained my strength I was worried my dad would disown me, but he didn't treat me any differently he loved me no matter what. As I grew older, other people didn't see me the same way my dad saw me. People were scared of me, they treated me as a monster. I guess I've always been a monster, it's hard to change people's minds once they make an assumption of you. I hated myself, when my dad died I had to go it alone. It was years before I found people who accepted me for what I was. I still keep up this front, only because I don't want people to see the scared little boy underneath the sarcasm, and "demon" like behavior. Well that's my story, truth be told I still have nightmares about that day I was bitten. I wish I was normal.

That's my interpretation of Marshal's backstory. I hope you liked it. 

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