Continued from here

I am well aware that no one can carry 20 million dollars around with them. The money system is different in this world. Although I am American, this is not meant to be 20 million in US bills

CW: Self neglect, slavery, implied sex trafficking/prostitution

When Caretaker came back, the same orcs— at least they though they were the same— took them into the building. The same human as before sat at the card table. A smaller human sat on their knee. Caretaker didn’t think they had seen them before, but quickly realized it must be Whumpee.

Whumpee’s gaze flickered over to Caretaker’s face. Fear and confusion danced behind their eyes.

The orcs and the human finished playing through the deal while Caretaker waited patiently. At last, the human set Whumpee aside and got up, leading Caretaker back to the same side room.

“I drew up the contract.” The human passed the papers to Caretaker, who read over them carefully.

Caretaker’s eyes darkened as they read. “This is double the amount we agreed on.”

The human— Whumper, as the contract stated— shrugged. “Must’ve slipped my mind. It’s drawn up now though.”

Caretaker took a steadying breath, so as to not knock off Whumper’s head. “Fine. Unfortunately, I anticipated something like this. I still have the money to pay you right now.” With a flourish, Caretaker signed the contract. “I want a copy made up for me.”

Whumper’s expression was dumbfounded.

“Now.” Caretaker insisted.

Quickly, Whumper rushed out of the room with the contract, returning a moment later with a duplicate.

Caretaker checked to make sure it was the same, then paid Whumper and went back to the main room.

“Whumpee?”

“Y-yes..?” Whumpee squeaked.

“Show me it’s really you.”

Whumpee looked to Whumper, who stood in the doorway to the side room.

“Well, don’t look at me. They’ve purchased you. I don’t give a shit what you do anymore.” Whumper waved the words away as if they meant nothing.

Reluctantly, Whumpee shifted to their true form. Wounds and all. Except they seemed worse than two days ago.

Caretaker bit back their anger. “Come along. We’re leaving.”

“Y-you really… boughtme..?”

“Yes. Come with me.” Caretaker’s tone softened a little, but not too much. They weren’t too fond of the idea of Whumper hearing them show Whumpee kindness.

Obediently, Whumpee came to Caretaker’s side, although they stared at Whumper the whole time.

“Stop looking at me.” Whumper snapped, sitting back down to play cards.

Caretaker led Whumpee out to the streets again.

“You r-really bought me..? Like, for l-longer than just one… o-one day?”

Caretaker could slow down now that they were away from Whumper. In Whumpee’s eyes they saw some confusion, but mostly raw terror. “Yes, I did. Forever. You’ll not go back to them again, alright?” Their voice was soft now as they tried to comfort Whumpee. “Are you strong enough to keep walking..? Is it okay if I carry you?”

“I-I can walk—” Whumpee stuttered quickly, their voice shaking. “I-I can do a-anything you want— I pr-promise I’ll try to be g-good.”

Caretaker tried to keep their emotions in check. They were angry, but they couldn’t show it. Whumpee would assume it was directed at them. It wasn’t.

They simply nodded and led Whumpee down the streets. They let Whumpee set the pace, not waking faster than Whumpee did, but still guiding them down the right streets.

Whumpee’s pace slowly deteriorated until they were hardly moving and Whumpee was out of breath.

“I’d like to carry you now if that’s okay.” Caretaker said, making Whumpee stop.

“I-I can keep going— I can—”

“Unless you wantmenot carry you, I’m going to pick you up.”

“I-I… O… Okay.”

Caretaker gently swept Whumpee into their arms and carried them the remainder of the way to the car.

Betrayal

Continued from here(@appleejuice, I was already halfway done with this when you sent your request)

CW: Electric shocks, torture, blood, hanging from wrists, needles (brief), stabbing mention & aftermath of stabbing, borderline gaslighting

“Whumper!” Henchman stood. “Y-you look happy— things must have gone well?”

“Very.” Whumper grinned, looking down at Leader, unconscious and strapped down. “Wake them up.”

Henchman injected Leader with a syringe of adrenaline.

Leader gasped, eyes snapping open.

“Thank you, Henchman. You are dismissed. Go see if Medic needs help with Caretaker. Stabbing someone 23 times is fun, but it’s difficult for the victim to come back from.” Whumper waved a bloody hand at Leader.

“Where… where am I?” Leader flinched as they tried to move and met resistance. “Who are you? Did you say something about Caretaker? Stabbed? Did you— did you say you stabbed Caretaker?” Leader’s tone grew more panicked as they went.

“23 times to be exact. Don’t worry— I still have fun in store for you as well.” Whumper picked up a short metal pole.

“What is that??”

“Just answer my questions and you won’t have to find out.”

“Whoare you? What the hell is happening— somebody just tell me what the hell is going on!”

“My name is Whumper. This is an interrogation. Why were you meeting with Caretaker last night?”

Leader froze, desperately trying to recall the memories leading up to this point. They were meeting Caretaker. They— something went wrong.

“My last interrogation went well, so I’m feeling particularly generous. That said, I’ll warn you. If you don’t answer me quickly enough, there will be repercussions.” Whumper twirled the metal pole in their hand. “Why were you meeting with Caretaker last night?”

Leader made up their mind quickly. “You’ll have to do more than threaten me with a metal stick to get me to talk.” They set their expression. “You’re all empty threats.”

Whumper laughed— a shrill, haunting laugh that echoed off the walls, making Leader shiver. “You want to see the full effect of my threats?” Whumper jabbed Leader in the side with the metal pole.

In a moment, Leader felt their muscles spasm as the world flashed red with pain. The metal pole was a cattle prod type device designed to deliver electric shocks.

When the shocks stopped, Leader tried to evaluate how bad it had really been. It had hurt like hell, but were they actually injured? They still seemed able to move just fine. It didn’t really matter either way in the end.

“Whatever you do to me won’t be enough.” There was a reason they held the rank of leader within the organization. “I won’t break. Never have, never will.”

“Aw, how disappointing.” Whumper pouted. “I guess I’ll just have to take my time and enjoy ending your pathetic life.”

—

Caretaker opened their eyes slowly, wincing at the pain seeping through their limbs. Suddenly, their mind snapped to alertness and they sat up, stifling a scream as they felt the pain intensify.

No one was around them.

Quickly, they swung their legs out of the bed they were on and stood up, closing their eyes and leaning on the bedrail for support. When they had adjusted to the pain and got their balance, they opened their eyes and ripped out their IVs. Every step was torture, but they were driven on by fear.

“Caretaker!” Whumper stopped them in the hallway. “You’re up!”

Caretaker tried to ignore the blood staining Whumper’s hands and clothes. “Where’s Whumpee?” They whispered hoarsely.

“Whumpee?”

“Yes. You promised you would help them if I agreed to your terms.”

“Mmm… no. I actually promised to let you help them if you agreed to my terms. Your memory may be fuzzy. You had lost a lot of blood by that point.” Whumper shrugged.

“Whatever.” Caretaker squeezed their eyes shut and let their head fall a bit. “Just tell me where they are.”

“Down the hall.” Whumper pointed to the left. “At least that’s my best guess. As I said, I don’t really care about them anymore. Probably behind the second door on the right.”

Caretaker began their stumble down the hall.

“Oh and Caretaker!” Whumper called. “If you find them, you can use whatever is in the med wing to try and save them. I don’t really care.”

Caretaker pushed the door open a few minutes later. The room was almost completely empty except for a person hanging from their wrists in the center of the room, spinning slowly in the dark.

Caretaker flipped the light switch and the person flinched a little. It was, in fact, Whumpee.

CW: Head injury, nightmares, afraid to sleep

“Here. We’ll be safer in here.”

“Here? Where exactly is here?” Hero asked as Villain led them through a short door in an old house.

“It’s my base.”

“This is your base? It’s falling apart.”

“Everything fancy is in the basement. I live in the house.”

“You live here?”

“Yes.” Villain ran their fingers through their hair, wincing as their hand brushed over a bump.

Hero noticed. “Are you okay? That’s right… you hit your head. Do you have a first aid kit? Where is it?”

“I don’t have a first aid kit. I’m fine. Calm down.” Villain stomped twice on the floor, then took their shoes off.

“What was thatfor?”

“Calling up Sidekick.” Leaning against the wall, Villain looked absolutely drained.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

But Villain didn’t get a chance to answer as Sidekick emerged from a closet. “Villain? Who— Hero?”

“It’s fine— They’re fine. I brought them in.” Villain stepped away from the wall, saying on their feet. Sidekick looked ready to catch them. “Hero, this is Sidekick. They’re the reason I don’t have a first aid kit.”

“Are you hurt? Where? What happened?” Sidekick placed a hand on Villain’s arm and led them to sit in a chair.

“Just a bump on the head.”

“Let me see.” Sidekick examined Villain’s head and tsked at them. “You’ve got to be more careful. Someday you’re going to hurt yourself and I won’t be able to fix it.”

“Well today isn’t that day, is it?”

“No.” Sidekick muttered, laying a hand over the bump. “This one’s going to hurt quite a bit. Try and keep still.”

Villain nodded.

A pained expression set into Villain’s face as Sidekick began to chant and the swelling began to visibly go down. Aside from paling and a quiet whimper, however, Villain seemed to take whatever Sidekick was doing remarkably well.

When Sidekick was done, Villain stood, leaning on the chair to support themself.

“You need to go to bed.” Sidekick said, leading Villain to the stairs. “Get some rest and I’ll make you something to eat.” The pair of them disappeared up the stairs, leaving Hero at the door.

A few minutes later, Sidekick came back down, looking flustered. “Will you keep an eye on them for me? I was in the middle of something downstairs and I need to finish. Besides… they won’t sleep unless someone makes them and I can’t right now.”

“Why? I mean, yeah, I’ll stay with them, but why won’t they sleep?”

“It’s… it’s complicated.” Sidekick shook their head. “If they don’t want to tell you, I won’t tell you either. Sorry. Their room is the second on the left upstairs.”

Hero frowned, but nodded and ascended the steps.

Sidekick was right. Even though Villain had seemed dead tired— especially after Sidekick healed them— they weren’t in bed when Hero opened the door. They were staring out the window.

“Villain?”

Villain turned when Hero spoke, startled.

“You need to rest. You look really rough.”

“Did Sidekick send you up?” Villain sighed. “Whatever… I’m not tired.” They turned back to the window.

Hero came up behind them, noting the way Villain still swayed a bit and the way their hands trembled. “Villain, why don’t you want to sleep? You’re clearly exhausted.”

With a deep sigh, Villain left the window and sat on the edge of the bed. Hero sat with them. “I just… I don’t want to.”

“Do you have nightmares..?”

Villain’s lack of an answer was as much confirmation as Hero needed.

“You need sleep. Look at yourself. You’re hardly awake.”

Villain’s eyes flitted over Hero’s face, lingering a moment too long on Hero’s lips. “I suppose you’re going to leave as soon as I fall asleep?”

“I’ll stay if that’s what you want.” Hero leaned a little closer, putting a hand on the bed behind Villain.

“I’d like that.” Villain whispered before leaning in a little closer and kissing Hero softly.

Hero kissed back gently, pressing a hand to Villain’s lower back and slowly pressing them to lay down before breaking the kiss, still hovering mere centimeters from Villain’s lips. “Stop trying to distract me. Go to sleep. I’ll be right here with you.” Hero layed down next to Villain.

In a matter of moments, Villain was asleep.

Continued from here

CW: Dubcon kiss, kidnapping, mind control, collapse, alcoholism, heavily implied prostitution

Villain’s apartment complex was cheap and smelled like pot. Villain knew this. Normally, it didn’t bother them. Villain work didn’t always pay well. This was a place they could consistently afford.

With Hero here, however, Villain was a little uncomfortable— embarrassed even. They were suddenly aware of how trashy their place was.

When they got to the third floor, they felt it even more acutely.

“Hey, sugar. You and your friend lookin’ for a good time?”

“Not tonight, doll.” Villain planned to walk straight past, but the woman stepped in front of them, pouting.

“Come on, sugar… you always say yes.” The woman trailed her hand down Villain’s arm. “Won’t you at least introduce me?”

“No.” Villain said flatly. “Move.”

The woman turned to Hero instead. “Are you really okay with them speaking for you?”

“No.” Hero said, but then continued. “Unfortunately for you, you’re really not my type.”

“Oh? And what is your type?”

“Tall, black hair, blue eyes— someone who can kick ass.” Hero gave the woman a once over. “You don’t seem to have any of those things.”

Villain felt their face burn. Hero had all but described them. “Well, you heard them, doll. How about you get out of our way and maybe I’ll come back later, hm?”

“No. You won’t.” Hero interjected, pulling Villain past the woman.

—

“Why did you say that?” Villain asked as they fumbled with their lock.

“Why did I say what?”

“When she asked what you’re type is.”

“What do you mean? That is my type.”

“Hero.” Villain pushed their door open. “You described me.”

Hero laughed. “Yeah, right. Like you fit the last criteria.”

“Hero! Kicking ass is literally my job! I kick your ass every other week!”

“Okay, so what if you are my type?” Hero followed Villain into their apartment. “It doesn’t mean I like you. Just people similar to you.”

“That sounds stupid.” Villain closed their door.

Hero shrugged. “Whatever. It’s not like I’m even interested in anyone right now.”

“Of course you’re not…” Villain muttered. “No life outside of work.” They grumbled, turning away.

Hero’s expression darkened.

Before Villain knew what was happening, Hero had spun them around and backed them against the wall, holding Villain by the collar. For a brief moment, Villain thought they were about to be punched in the face. “Hero—”

Hero cut Villain off with a kiss on the lips. It was rough and drunkenly clumsy. After a moment of shock, Villain pushed Hero off.

“Hero! What the hell??”

“I’m not some loser, y'know.” Hero muttered, angry. “I value my job. I enjoy what I do. It just… gets in the way of other things. So I lie. I say I don’t like things that I really do because I hope that maybe— just maybe— I can convince myself that I don’t really want anything else.”

“Hero—”

“Shut up! What I’m trying to say is that I do like you!” Hero’s eyes searched Villain’s face, making Villain feel a little uncomfortable. In a moment, Hero’s expression faltered. “And… you’re not even remotely interested, are you. Heh…” Hero took a step away. “Just my luck.”

“Hero, what did you expect from me? You’re drunk— you think I’m just going to take everything you say at face value?”

“I’m not thatdrunk!”

“Yes, you are! This is the most I’ve heard you say in the entire two years that I’ve known you! And even when you’re a little talkative, you’re always very calm and logical. Nothing you’ve said is logical!”

Hero covered their face with their hands. “Just… just stop, okay?” They said quietly. “If you don’t like me back, then whatever, just… leave it.”

“I didn’t say that I don’t like you—”

“You didn’t have to.” Hero snapped, not moving from where they stood.

“Hero, I’m not going to kiss you when you’re drunk. If you still want to kiss me in the morning, we can reevaluate then.”

“I’m leaving.” Hero turned towards the door.

“No, you’re not.” Villain caught Hero by the arm.

“Let go of me.” Hero snarled.

“I will not. You are staying here until you’re sober and that’s that.”

“If you don’t let go right now, I swear, I don’t fucking care if I can’t use my powers, I’m going to make you regret it.”

“I am not letting you go. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Villain pulled Hero back against them.

Hero struggled, yelling as they tried to kick Villain.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to make you stop.” Villain’s tone was calm, but their hold was firm.

Hero calmed down a little bit, but was still extremely tense. “Fine. Fine, just let go.”

Villain let go slowly and Hero took a step away, glaring into the ground.

Hero took a moment to breathe, and then bolted for the door.

Villain didn’t have time to grab them, but they instinctively reached out with their mind. They didn’t usually use their powers on civilians or people without powers. Since Hero was drunk, they couldn’t shield their mind, so Villain wouldn’t have used their powers under normal circumstances. However, this wasn’t under normal circumstances.

Hero placed their hand on the doorknob, but made it no further, their knees buckled and they collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

Continued from here

CW: Stitches, blood, drugged (vampire venom), stabbed/impaled aftermath, bites (vampires)

At home, August set Morgan gently on the floor. Their breathing was shallow— almost imperceptible. August’s hands were shaking as he carefully stitched Morgan closed.

He took a deep breath and then bit his wrist open. August let his blood flow into Morgan’s mouth. Morgan choked for a moment and August pulled them up to sit. After a while, the bite mark on Morgan’s neck began to bleed again. August closed the bite and, not long after, Morgan started to wake up, sinking their fangs into August’s wrist, only half-conscious of their actions.

August had to fight to remain alert against Morgan’s venom. He knew Morgan wouldn’t be able to stop themself before they took too much.

“Morgan.” August said after a few minutes. “Morgan, you need to stop for a moment.” Gently, he made Morgan release their bite.

“Please…” Morgan slurred, eyes closed.

“It’s okay, Morgan. You’re going to be fine.” August closed the bite on his wrist and retrieved animal blood from the kitchen. He helped Morgan to drink and Morgan grabbed his arm, desperately thirsty for more.

Eventually, Morgan’s hold loosened. August moved away, drank some himself, and then carried Morgan to their bedroom and laid them down.

As August turned to leave, Morgan reached out and took a weak hold on his shirt. “D-don’t…”

August turned to face Morgan, whose hand fell. “What is it?” He knelt down next to the bed.

“Don’t go… S… stay…” Morgan’s eyes were half-open, unfocused, and bloodshot.

August hesitated. “… I’m here.” No one had wanted him around for thousands of years. He felt torn. He didn’t want to be wanted. He didn’t want to get attached to anyone. And yet somewhere inside, he knew he didn’t want to be alone anymore. Not really.

Morgan grimaced. “H-hurts…”

“I know. I know it hurts, but it’ll get better— I promise.”

“What—” Morgan stopped for a moment to breathe. “What ha-happened..?”

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

Morgan closed their eyes. “I-I remember… Azari attacked me… He… s-said he was going to find… you… then… then I don’t know.” Morgan’s eyes suddenly went wide. “Are you okay?”

“I’m… fine. But you almost died.”

Morgan looked confused.

August sighed. “You remember I told you vampires can only be killed by a wooden stake through the heart?”

Morgan gave a faint nod.

“Azari staked you. He missed your heart by a fraction.”

Morgan tried to sit up, but quickly paled and fell back.

“Don’t try to move. It’s going to hurt for a while. You’ll need to rest heavily for at least the next week and a half— even with advanced healing. A human would have died from your injuries. Do you want me to dull the pain?”

“Please…” Morgan whimpered.

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Continued from here

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CW: Blood, impalement, presumed death, burns, strong language (and equally strong anger to fit), restraints

August groaned as he started to wake back up. His arms and especially his wrists were burning. He tried to move but moving caused the pain to tear down his arms. He screamed involuntarily, now trying to keep still.

“Hey.”

August opened his eyes.

“Ready to watch your friend die?” A grin split Azari’s face as he stood wielding a wooden stake.

Morgan lay face-up on the floor a few feet away from August.

August was disoriented and didn’t have time to process or react before Azari sank the stake into Morgan’s chest.

For a moment, August still couldn’t process what had happened.

“What? No response? You don’t care about them at all?”

August’s vision flashed as anger surged. He started kicking and thrashing, no longer caring about the pain. “No! Let me go! Let me out— I’m going to kill you— You son of a bitch— Fucking coward!” August wasn’t looking at anything. His vision was hot white and red as he struggled to break the chains holding him to the wall.

“Well! There’s the reaction I was looking for! You’re rather feisty, aren’t you?”

August yelled, drowning out Azari’s voice. Everything became nothing as August’s world was drowned in rage. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to get attached to Morgan.

But he did. And now the worst had come to pass. Just like it always did.

August lost sense of time. He didn’t even think about how long he had been struggling until he felt his heel connect with something that hadn’t been there previously. August didn’t hesitate. He kicked again and met the same result.

“Damn you— cut it out!”

August hesitated. That wasn’t Azari’s voice.

“Calm yourself. We are here to help you.”

August jumped. The second voice belonged to a woman with an unfamiliar accent and came from directly next to his head.

“Just breathe. Please try not to kick my friend again.” Said the woman.

August didn’t exactly intend to calm down, but he was confused. Before he was able to detangle what was happening, he found himself released from the cuffs.

“Who are you?” August scrambled to his feet, voice hoarse from screaming. The woman was far from human She had no nose, but she had pointed ears and many eyes. Her skin was grey.

“My name is Latira. My friend is James.” Latira gestured to a man who had his hand over his nose. Blood was leaking down his face as he glared at August.

August glanced at Morgan and his rage came flooding back. “Where is Azari.” He demanded. “Where is the other vampire that was here?” He scanned the room and saw Azari in the corner, knocked out with burns from the silver all across his face and up one of his arms where the sleeve had come back.

August lunged.

“Woah! Hey, calm down!” James caught August and held him back.

“Let me go! Let go of me— I’m going to kill him!” August kicked and fought but somehow James managed to hold on. “He killed them! He killed them— let me go!”

“Chill out!” James yelled, holding on tighter.

“Your friend is still alive.” Latira said calmly.

August froze. What?

August dead-weighted, slipping away from James and rushing to Morgan’s side.

Latira was right. Morgan was still breathing. Azari had missed Morgan’s heart.

Without taking time to think, August pulled the stake out of Morgan’s chest. Morgan gave a weak cough, drawing up the slightest amount of blood.

“Morgan? Morgan, you’re going to be okay.” August tentatively lifted Morgan into his arms, ignoring his own pain and the slick coating of Morgan’s blood on his arms. August looked up at Latira and James. “Who are you? Why are you here?”

“We heard you screaming from outside.”

“Yeah. You were being really loud.” James said. “That guy thought he could stop us when we came down here, but the dumbass didn’t realize I’m a werewolf.”

“You’re a werewolf?” August stood quickly. Vampires and werewolves weren’t exactly on good terms.

“Chill. I don’t care about petty feuds. I don’t even belong to a pack. I went rogue seven years ago.” James grinned.

August hesitated. In a way, August was a bit like a rogue wolf. He didn’t answer to anyone in the vampire community— indeed, he was damn near the oldest member of the vampire community. It would have been odd to submit to those so many thousands of years younger than him. Like James, August didn’t really care for the feud between vampires and werewolves, but just because he wouldn’t join the feud didn’t mean he wanted to trust a werewolf.

What other choice did he have, though?

“Thank you.” August gave a short nod. “You’ve just saved both our lives.” His expression hardened. “He’s still going to die, though.” August nodded at Azari.

“You do not have the authority to make that decision.” Latira said, her voice still very calm. “That is a choice that is left to the vampire council— if I understand your culture correctly.”

“Three things.” August sneered. “One, the council will sentence him to death for his crimes anyway. Two, I am older than every single member of that damned council. And three, I am going to be the one to kill him. Also, unless you’re a vampire, your words hold no official meaning.”

“I am older than the earth itself.” Latira maintained the same calm as she had the entire time thus far. It was starting to infuriate August. “I have connections with the vampire council. I do not believe in violence, but I do believe in justice. If he is to die, that is to be sentenced by the rightful leaders of his community.”

August wanted to tear her to shreds. “So in other words, go to the council or you’ll tattle? Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes.”

“You have no idea how our community works! If you think for a secondthat you can stand in the place of our leaders, you’re wrong. I would rather kill you than go to the council and let them take this vengeance away from me! Fuck off!”

“You need to leave.” James interrupted. “I don’t partake in the feud, but if you’re gonna threaten Latira, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

“Like you think you could take me!” August snapped, turning to James. “You may be a werewolf, but I’m not as weak as Azari is. I’ll break your bones like they’re nothing.”

James just laughed. “Maybe on a good day. Not with injuries like that and a hurt friend!”

August could feel his frustration building. “Get out of my way.” He growled.

Latira and James moved aside, allowing August to exit.

August stormed out of the house, ignoring the terrified stares of people on the street as he carried Morgan out.

“Do you need help? Holy shit, what happened?” Asked a man who ran over to August and Morgan.

“Leave me alone.” August hissed. The man did. August was pretty sure he heard at least three people call the police before he reached his own house again.

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CW: Kidnapping, blisters, threat of murder, blood

“What is this place?” August slowed his steps, apprehensive.

“This has been my home for the last 200 years. Keep up.”

Despite knowing that he was stronger and far more experienced in his strength than Azari was, August had the nagging feeling to stop. Something told him that continuing was a bad idea.

And yet…

Azari had said no tricks yet. He had said they would go to Morgan. August didn’t expect him to give warning before a trick, but he only half expected one before they reached Morgan.

Azari opened a heavy iron door and August caught sight of Morgan, lying collapsed on the ground. There was a small pooling of blood under them.

“Morgan—” Every other thought left August’s mind for a moment. One, fatal mistake.

August didn’t have time to process what was happening as he was thrown to the side and his bare arms and face hit the wall. He hadn’t really looked at the room before he had entered, but now it was painfully obvious. The walls were made of silver.

August screamed, shouting profanities as he tried to fight back. It hurt to move his arms. It hurt to move his face to scream. He was glad none of his current clothing had tears though. It was only his arms and face.

August managed to throw Azari off, but Azari was laughing now.

“You still think you’re gonna win? You think you’re gonna fight me like that?” Azari gestured to the angry red blisters spanning August’s arms and face.

“Why don’t you come here and fucking find out?” August was on guard now, ready for the attack this time. Azari was wearing long sleeves, pants, and gloves. It would be difficult to incapacitate him using the silver.

Despite expecting Azari’s attack, August was still shocked by the pain searing through his arms as Azari grabbed his wrists. Azari shoved August against the wall again, searing the other side of his arms.

While August yelled and fought to get Azari to let go, Azari bit him, making his screams even louder.

Around the time August started getting double vision, Azari dropped him. August slid down the wall, cradling his arms close to his body as he fought to overcome the pain.

“That was pathetic. You might be strong, but you’re not particularly smart.”

“Why are you doing this?” August demanded.

“Because it’s what we were meant to do.” Azari crouched in front of August. “Vampires like you out to go to the stake immediately. If you don’t have it in you to kill and turn humans, why were you even reborn??”

“Well the coven that turned me didn’t exactly ask to see my resume.” August slurred, trying to push himself off the ground, hissing in pain when his blistered palms touched the floor.

“And that’s how it should be! You shouldn’t be hesitating or asking for permission from humans! You’re their superior. I’m their superior. All vampires are superior to humans! The council has forgotten its purpose. If no one does anything, they’ll start passing laws to protect human scum.” Azari pushed August back, knocking them against the wall again. “That’s why I have to kill you. If the council finds me, they’ll have me executed. I have too many things to do still.”

“This isn’t why vampires exist!” August growled through gritted teeth.

“Oh really? And why do you think they exist?”

“We’re accidents! Freaks of nature! There is no purpose for us!”

Azari leaned in close to August. “If you really believe that, then why are you fighting so hard?”

August hesitated.

“People don’t fight for things they don’t believe in! If you really thought you have no purpose, you wouldn’t care what I think my purpose is!” Azari kicked August in the head and August toppled to the ground.

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Continued from here

CW: Suicidal character (brief), panic attack, murder mention, blindfold

Angel waited until they heard the door close before carefully— slowly— opening their eyes. They wouldn’t be tricked by Echo, no matter how genuine they seemed.

They were alone.

With a shaky sigh, Angel sank to their knees. They weren’t sure how long they had been with Calder, but it had been at least a couple of months.

The room they were in was too bright for their eyes, even though no lights were on. They adjusted slowly, squinting until they could look around without getting a headache.

In the room, there was a bed, a dresser with a lamp, and three doors. One door led out to the hall, but the other two were probably a closet and the bathroom.

Angel opened one of the doors.

They fell to the flor with a scream of alarm, covering their eyes quickly.

“Angel??” Echo’s voice came from outside the room. “Angel are you okay?? I’m coming in.”

Angel heard the door open and flinched as Echo placed a hand on their shoulder. “I-I saw someone— Who… Who’s in here?”

“Angel…” Echo sounded confused. “Angel, you and I are the only people in the house.”

“No. No I saw someone.” Angel insisted, pointing vaguely in the direction they had seen the person.

Echo let go of their shoulder and when they spoke their voice had moved. “Angel, you opened the door to the bathroom. There’s a mirror in there. You saw yourself.”

“Oh…” Angel let out a tense breath, tears suddenly rising to their eyes. “I… I-I didn’t recognize myself…”

Echo helped Angel to stand. “It’s okay. Are you alright now?”

Angel nodded, then stopped. “E… Echo..? Can I… do you have something I can use as a blindfold..?”

“… I can look and see what I can find.”

“Thank you…”

When Echo left again, Angel went to look in the mirror. Their own face still looked unfamiliar. Angel could feel their heart reaching in their chest as they made eye contact with their reflection. Nothing happened.

So it really wasthem.

Angel’s hair was long and tangled. Their features were gaunt. They were in dire need of a shower.

They lost track of how long they stared at themself until they heard a knock.

“Come in!” Angel closed their eyes, gripping the edge of the sink.

“Angel. I found something you can use as a blindfold. It’s sleep mask if that’s okay.”

Angel nodded and Echo slid it on over Angel’s face. Angel touched the fabric before relaxing. “Thank you…” They breathed.

“Don’t worry about it. Can we talk for a minute? Come sit down.” Echo led Angel to sit on the bed and Echo knelt in front of them. “You don’t want to open your eyes because you’re afraid that Calder will kill whoever you bond to, right?”

Angel nodded.

“Well… since you told me, I’ve been thinking… What if you bonded with me..?”

“No—” Angel had to bite their tongue to keep from saying anything else. They had expected this. Echo just wanted to use them too.

“Just— Angel, just listen, okay? You can’t go on living your life with your eyes closed.”

“Iknow. That’s why I don’t want to keep living it at all!”

“Stop, please just hear me out. I know this sounds really suspicious— especially because I’m Calder’s sibling— but I’m not trying to trick you or use you or anything. I’m trying to find a solution. Calder won’t kill me. We may not have much of a relationship, but we’re still related and I think that means something to them. I’m not saying take off the blindfold right now— I’m just… I’m just asking you to think about it. Okay?”

Angel gave a tense nod. They wouldn’t.

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CW: Blood, threats, discussion of murder

“This could have been so much easier for everyone.” Azari let go of Morgan, who fell limply to the ground, barely conscious and too weak from blood loss to stand. Azari drew the back of his hand across his lips, wiping away blood. “But you had to complicate things.”

Azari knelt on the ground next to Morgan. “I’m going to use you to take him down once I find him.” He whispered, a grin splitting his face. “And then, I’m going to kill you both.”

And Azari walked out the door.

—

August closed his eyes, leaning back against the tree in the park. He didn’t realize he was shaking.

It didn’t matter how many years went by. Ten. A hundred. A thousand. Ten thousand.

The pain always felt fresh when he thought about it.

Hissister.His responsibility. He was supposed to take care of her, but he didn’t.

He killed her.

Maybe he shouldn’t have walked out on Morgan so abruptly. But then again, if he had stayed, things would have only gone downhill.

Suddenly an odd feeling of uneasiness stabbed at August’s mind. He opened his eyes just in time to be knocked suddenly to the ground. He didn’t have time to register who his as a assailant was, but he could tell from their strength that they weren’t human.

August kicked them off relatively easily and scrambled to his feet.

A bitter taste settled in his mouth as he locked eyes with Azari. “You.”

“Surprise! It’s me.” He looked too happy. There was no way he was going to beat August in a test of strength— August had just proved that. So why was he smiling?

August’s thoughts snapped back to Morgan.

“What do you want? What did you do?”

“I think you can make an educated guess about that. Both of those, actually.” Azari stepped closer.

August brought up his hands to fight.

“Put your fists down. You look like an idiot. You can’t hurt me if you ever want to see your little pet alive again.”

“You know that’s not true. There’s only one way vampires can die, which means you’ve either already killed them or you have to go back to kill them. If they’re dead, what the hell is the point of leaving you alive. If they’re alive, I’ll find them after I put an end to this shit.” August lunged forward, but Azari was able to sidestep in time.

“Wrong. I mean, partially correct, except there are billions of places they could be. I’m fast enough that they could be at the bottom of the ocean right now. Or buried six feet underground— do you really think you can find them? And if so, how long will it take you? Maybe hours. Maybe decades. Maybe never. Are you really going to put them through that? When you could cooperate and save them from years of torturous waiting? Some things are worse than death, you know.”

August hesitated. Azari wasn’t wrong. He might be bluffing— Morgan could still be in his house. For some reason, though, August doubted it. He was right. August wasn’t going to make Morgan wait years to be found again. And he couldn’t guarantee he’d find him quickly.

“… So what happens if I decide to go with you? I can’t imagine you plan to just lead me straight to them. What’s your trick?”

“No trick. At least, not yet. I will lead you straight to them.”

August didn’t trust him— how could he— but he didn’t see a better option. “Fine. Take me to them.”

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Caretaker is immune to fire.

They run into a burning building knowing, that’s where Whumper left Whumpee. After a while they find Whumpee in the basement, chained to the wall, with fire getting closer and closer. Caretaker is too weak to break the chains and keys are not anywhere around, they feel helpless. They fall into their knees next to Whumpee and just start to cry.

“It’s ok,” Whumpee says, trying to hold back tears. “It’s ok, really. Don’t worry. Could you just… Could you just stay with me until I die?” they whisper, “Please”.

Whumper with a power to manipulate other’s dreams and to visit them themselves. 

Caretaker calmly sleeping with Whumpee one night, hugging them and whispering that they’re ok, that Caretaker won’t let anything bad happen to them. 

Meanwhile in Whumpee’s head, in their dreams they’re being tortured, humiliated, literally torn apart and there’s nothing they can do. Just from somewhere they hear echoing, familiar voice, saying “I love you, I will protect you, nothing bad can ever happen to you, I’m here…”. 

Whumper with necromantic powers, who makes Whumpee die because of the pain just to bring them back for another round.

Or. Whumper kidnaps Caretaker and forces Whumpee to watch how they cruelly kill the person Whumpee loves the most in the world over and over again. Whumpee actually begs for death for Caretaker.

Whumpee who’s been born in the captivity and that’s the only life they know. After years of serving and being tortured by Whumper they are rescued by a team of strangers, who kill their owner. They have to deal with the outside world.

- Whumpee doesn’t know people can use touch to anything else but causing pain;

- A few days after a rescue they faint from hunger. They are genuinely shocked when someone tells them they don’t have to wait for the permission to eat;

- They hurt themselves when they’re alone, cause without pain they feel uncomfortable and strange;

- They spend a whole day just leaving and entering their new house after they hear they can go outside whenever they want;

- They can’t resist visiting Whumper’s grave every now and then. Sometimes they don’t understand this world to the point they almost miss their previous life;

- They sleep on the floor until one night Caretaker stays with them and informs them that yes, that bed in the bedroom really is for them;

- They can’t keep a conversation about casual stuff, before they only used words in special occasions when Whumper felt like asking them about something;

- They have plenty of stuffed animals. They refuse to talk to anyone else, so Caretakers have to eavesdrop to learn anything about how they feel or what are they going through;

- “And… night sky… I mean, you know, my cell didn’t have windows and I’ve never seen it before. And… oh man, it’s just… breathtaking. Why don’t people look at it all the time?”;

- “How old am I? What do you mean? I… I have no idea. Birthday? Why would I know that?”;

- First few months with the therapist they can’t even say a word, they just sit there, staring at the wall and pretend not to hear the questions;

- Their whole house is completely stiff with beautiful plants, there’s almost no place left for walking around. The only piece of nature they have seen before were nettles when Whumper wanted to have a little fun with them.

Caretaker falling in love with Whumper. 

After Whumpee went missing a few weeks ago, Caretaker has been scared, tiried and lonely all the time. Of course they have no idea who their new friendreally is, but they just need a little comfort and love during this hard time…

Whumper tells Whumpee everything about their meetings and dates with Caretaker, even shows some photos they took. After they first time hear about Whumper and Caretaker kissing, Whumpee realises they will never again look at their friend the same way.

- Whumper torturing Whumpee in front of the mirror, so they can see all the blood and their face wet from tears.

- Whumpee who has to patch up a wound they have a hard time to see clearly, so they decide to do it in front of the mirror. They meet their own eyes and for the first time they see how bad and exhausted they look. 

-  Whumpee looking at themselves for the first time after Caretaker rescued them and for the first time they see all of the wounds. They gently trace each scar with their shaking fingers. 

- Whumper cutting Whumpee’s skin with a piece of the broken mirror so Whumpee sees a reflection of the cut but also of the smiling Whumper.

- Whumpee learning how to look at themselves again after they believed Whumper who said they’re monster / not worth looking at / ugly. 

- Caretaker covering up all mirrors in the house because Whumpee can’t stand their own reflection after Whumper branded them. 

- Caretaker slowly hugging Whumpee in front of the mirror, so Whumpee can see all of their moves. After so many months of tortures Whumpee doesn’t trust any kind of a touch. 

- Whumpee having their own room during their time with Whumper, but instead of walls there are mirrors. Whumpee hates their own reflection and cries every time they have to look at themselves, covered in bruises and blood. They almostprefer to be outside, with the Whumper. 

- Whumpee having a visions of Whumper after they run away. They think they see Whumper smiling reflection in the mirror, just to look back to see the empty room. 

- Whumper using a spell to lock Whumpee inside of the mirror. Whumpee sees everything, their friends and their every day lives, but they can’t hear them, lonely, starving, tired. 

God, the possibilities. 

Whumpee is so happy about their first date with Caretaker. They promised to take them to the theatre, to see some great magician. One night only and stuff. Whumpee takes their time to prepare, they look fantastic and Caretaker’s breath is taken away when they see their dear, little friend, so beautiful. 

The theatre is not big, just a few rows, but all seats are already taken. When the lights go off, a man in black clothes goes on stage. His smile is a little unsettling, but the audience just laughs, so Whumpee and Caretaker quietly giggle too. 

“I’m gonna need a volunteer”, says the man, looking at the audience. Hands raise, among them there is a hand of excited Whumpee. “Come here, darling”, a big smile appears on the Whumpee’s face when they’re chosen. Caretaker cheers loudly, but the moment their friend leaves their seat and goes on stage, they feel someone’s big hand on their mouth. They want to look backward, but their focus quickly lands on a rope, suddenly tightening around their arms and legs. They want to ask what’s going on, they want to call somebody, but only a muffled moan forces its way through the gag. They look around, to the left, to the right, they look for the faces, but they all are hidden in the darkness of the room.

Meanwhile, Whumpee still smiles, unaware of what’s happening, face to face with Whumper on the stage. When Whumper shows the audience their collection of torture tools, they cheer. Whumpee looks at them with an innocent interest. Whumper grins and leads their brave volunteer to the chair with chains. Let the show begin.

feverhalo:

“I’m good. I swear I’m good”

“I don’t doubt your alignment, just your ability to stay standing- now sit.”

promptsforyourwhumpfic:

“Out! You’re upsetting my patient.”

Levi Injured Ep. 83