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GIVE ME NICE WHUMPER!! GIVE IT TO MEEEE!! Open... the nice whumper vault. Stop... having it be closed. D : asdfghjkl

Hhhhhhhhhhnnnngggg… Fine! Just this once. 

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“I’ll be right here when you come out, alright?” 

Whumper’s voice was always the last thing Whumpee heard before everything went to shit. They tried to remind themselves it wasn’t Whumper’s fault. But it was damn hard not to hate their guts when it hurt like this. 

The tests were a stepping stone on the way to a cure. A cure for humanity. Whumpee just had to suck it up. They were the ones who had begged to join the program anyway. And Whumper always said their life meant nothing when compared to the survival of the species. 

First, the new drug would go into the bloodstream. The effects of each one were always a fun surprise. The disease took over the entire body, with symptoms that varied from case to case, with a few common ones. More than just a cure, they helped develop medicine for the symptoms. Only one thing was always the same: the burning sensation spreading through their flesh as the liquid travelled. 

“Steady,” Whumper said, holding Whumpee down as they struggled against the uncomfortable restraints that held them to the table. There were still bruises where they had been held down before. The restraints weren’t enough. When the drug spread… every instinct they had yelled that they had to leave. A spasm made Whumpee try to pull their arm away and Whumper slammed them down. “Steady, now!” 

“I heard!” Whumpee spits back, trying to hold still. It was like trying to keep smoke inside. You can do it for a while, but one the burning gets too intense, builds up too high, you have to let it out or it consumes you. 

The burning was on their chest now, their breathing getting labored. Sweat covered their entire body within a few minutes. Ah, so this was what they were trying to treat this time… 

“Hey. Don’t fall asleep.” Whumper gave them a little slap to the cheek. Whumpee held back the instinct to bite them. 

“Wasn’t… planning… on it.” Whumpee managed, as their throat kept closing up. 

“I mean it. If you embarrass me, I’ll stop giving you extra pudding.” 

“No… You won’t.” Whumpee’s back rose off of the table as a new wave of searing pain crossed their chest as if scorching iron was being touched to the skin and let out a pained scream before falling back down, breathless. They felt Whumper cleaning their face with a glorious cold compress. “You… hate… pudding,” Whumpee continued, as if nothing had happened, although dark spots were swimming around their vision. 

“That’s true.” Whumper always seemed casual during these sessions. Whumpee didn’t know if it was all an act, or if they were truly this able to ignore another’s feelings. Whumper held them by the neck - not hard, but enough to cut the limited supply of air. “That doesn’t mean I can’t make your life much worse if you don’t fight.” 

Whumpee fought. They rose off the table, banged back down, revolted against the retraints until they felt blood. Whumper pulled back with a smile, raising their hands. Whumpee saw it as if they were seeing it on the other side of a tunnel. They let go, closing their eyes and focusing on their breathing. 

They opened their eyes a second before Whumper was about to slap them again. 

“One day…” Whumpee said. “W-w-when… This is all over. When this… When we get this cure…” Getting the words out was a struggle on itself, but this they had to say. “I’ll kick your ass.”“And if when we do get this cure, I’ll let you.” Whumper said, leaning closer and raising an eyebrow. “There’s an incentive to stay alive.”

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Listen, this one BROKE ME. T'was the reason for me collapse. I could not conceive of a nice whumper even WAS. I was in shambles, not thinking myself worthy of this community.

But I have returned and FACED MY FEARS. There's your nice whumper!

And as usual, my requests are ALWAYS open. I might take over a year (like I did with this one), but I'll get to them eventually

#nice whumper #whump #whump prompts #whump drabble #drug whump #medical whump #beanwhump #beanprompts

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Hardened and no-nonsense (can come across as callous/exasperated) Medic + inexperienced and slightly terrified Whumpee, and Whumpee needs stitches or other painful field treatment without pain meds available?

I went with firemen, because they are a blast. Haha! Get it! Anyway, love this trope. Thanks for requesting it.

A building had collapsed. Again. 

Caretaker barely noticed it anymore. It was just a part of living in a world of superpeople. They broke things to “save the city”, then ran off when it was time to pay the bill. And today seemed to be some major battle because the earth had been shaking more than usual and calls had been coming in from everywhere. 

Before they left, the Caretaker saw the rookies getting ready. It would be their first mission. They looked so excited: eyes gleaming, hands nervously checking their equipment. Caretaker hoped they would get a good first run: something chill, to ease them onto the job. They would have many years like Caretaker had to regret going into this career. They could have a couple of days to believe they were heroes. 

The building was pretty standard. Most people were already outside. Caretaker stayed out to help with first aid. Some of their comrades went inside to search for the rest of the victims. Everything was running smoothly: people were being put into ambulances and evacuated, bit by bit. 

Which, of course, was when the world went to shit. Figures. 

The Caretaker’s walkie-talkie blared. Their team was going to be split in two because they were the closest location to the attack. Supervillains trying to destroy City Hall. Caretaker didn’t know why they kept building that place up since it got blown up all the time. 

“Some of ours were inside.” Said dispatch as the Caretaker got into the truck. “The rookies. They were picking up donations for last week’s victims.” 

Caretaker swore. The truck lit up its lights and sirens and they raced to city hall. Another truck had arrived and was already trying to put out the fire. Caretaker runs inside, with two others right behind them. One separates once they enter the hall. The ceiling has a gaping, flaming hole, which isn’t very encouraging. As they went from room to room, their colleague gathered the people who could walk and started walking them back to the entrance. Caretaker was alone. But that was fine. That had happened many times before. 

Caretaker helped a worker whose desk had fallen on her and handed her off through the window to a colleague. The rest of the floor was mostly evacuated. Then, as they walked past the elevator towards the stairs, they heard whimpering. 

“Hello?” They called out. 

“Here!” They heard, from below, through the elevator doors. Caretaker quickly took out the tool and got the doors opened. The elevator car was halfway here, halfway down. The cables were all twisted and it looked like it was the only thing holding it in place and keeping it from breaking down. “I- I’m here.” 

Called the person again. Caretaker carefully looked inside. At the bottom of the car, laid one of her rookies, Whumpee. Boxes and boxes of donations were around them on the floor under the little light coming from her flashlight. Their body however, was on the floor. An insane amount of blood covered the floor of the elevator. 

“They had—” They tried to say, eyes so pained they were unfocused. “They had donations— The… the elevator.” 

“Shh. It’s fine. I get it. Let’s get you out of here.” 

Caretaker assessed. Down was always better than up, especially in a flaming building. They raced down the stairs into the basement until they found the entrance to the elevator. Luckily, the doors were already opened there.

As soon as they arrived, they noticed the rookie was breathing too fast. “Stop that.” Caretaker said, drier than they meant to. “You’re going to hyperventilate.” 

The rookie looked at them with tears in their eyes. 

“I thought you’d left.” 

“Why would I leave? You’re stuck with me. Now, where are you hurt?” 

They pointed. 

“My leg. It’s pretty busted.” 

One look confirmed it. It was badly dislocated. But not broken. 

“We need to get you out of that elevator before it falls. Got that?” 

Rookie shook their head. 

“I don’t want to.” 

“I didn’t ask. Give me your arms.” 

Caretaker pushed the boxer aside and grabbed the Whumpee’s arms, slowly dragging them. Whumpee yelled, but didn’t squirm. Caretaker grabbed them by the shoulders and finally got them out of the elevator, grabbing their knees before they fell. 

That, of course, didn’t help their injury, and they yelled again, staring to hyperventilate again. 

“Hey, hey. No. None of that.” Caretaker placed them down on the floor. They took out the cylinder of oxygen at their back, opened it and placed the mask on their face. “This is a burning building and we have to get out of it, right?” 

Whumpee was looking at Caretaker as if they were speaking Greek. 

“Right?!” They pushed. 

“Right.” Rookie said in a small voice. 

“And what to we need to make that happen?” 

Rookie blinked and then looked at themselves. 

“For me to walk?” 

“Fantastic. And how do we do that?” 

Caretaker placed themselves in front of their dislocated knee.

“No.” 

“Yes. Count to three.” 

“No! You’re going to do it on two!” 

“They give you too much training on that school! One!” 

“No, no, no, no!” Rookie cried, hiding their face, but otherwise firmly secure by Caretaker’s experienced hands. 

“Two!” 

“Just go already!” Whumpee yelled, read in the face!” 

“Three!”

“You’re supposed to go on two!” 

“Four!” Caretaker pulled the leg back in its place and Rookie screamed in pain. Whumpee slumped back, their eyes rolling back, their body covered in sweat, breathing heavily. 

Caretaker slapped their face lightly. 

“Hey. Wake up. This is still a burning building. We have to get out.” Whumpee blinked, in pain, their breathing difficult. Caretaker held the mask closer to their face. “Deep breaths, rookie. You can do it. I’m right here.” 

Caretaker sat them down. Whumpee slumped, looking like they would fall. Their hand grabbed the mask and they took two deep breaths before nodding they were ready. 

Caretaker stood them up, one of their arms around their shoulders. They were carrying the Rookie more than helping them, but it was alright. They stepped once. Then twice and Caretaker had to use their injured knee. They gritted their teeth and gave another step. 

Together, they would make it out of this burning building.

Thank you for reading all the way here! Reminder I take requests, I just take a VERY long time to get through them.

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can you give more one word whump prompts? 👀

Sure can! Haven't done one of these in a while!

One word whump prompts

thud

slashed

splash

soothe

ache

seized

drummed

weak

gasp

brittle

raspy

bite

scar

infected

#beanwhump #hope you make wonderfully whumpy things with these!

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This might sound weird but I wanted to ask if you could write a story where The whumpee has been trained to essentially be the whumpers pet, and once their rescued the caretaker has to deprogram them and help them recover

“Pets eat on the ground.” Whumpee says, like they’re tired of saying. They take the plate, rise it off the table and put it on the floor, where they sit in front of it. “A good pet knows.” 

Caretaker is still standing next to the kitchen table, hands on their hips, lips pursed, as if they didn’t know what to do with Whumpee. It had been a couple of days since Whumpee had started to recover enough to venture outside of their room. They were surprised to find themselves in a nice house - nothing like the ones Whumper would put them in to test them. But nonetheless, it simply made no sense to defy them. 

“You’re not a pet.” Caretaker says, as they did before. “You’re a person.” 

“People can be pets.” Whumpee shrugs, but their shoulders are still a little sore. They wince, but they have to finish the sentence. “A good pet knows.” 

Caretaker sighs, looking at their own plate on the table. They pick it up and put it on the floor next to Whumpee’s, sitting down. 

“What are you doing?” Whumpee takes their own plate, scooting to the side. Was this a trick? It had to be a trick. “You’re not a pet. Pets eat on the ground. People eat on the table. A good pet knows.”

“I am a person. And I choose to have dinner wherever I want.” Caretaker offers them a fork. Whumpee extends their hand, but they don’t go for the fork. Their thin fingers go to Caretaker’s neck, touching it as softly as a winter breeze. They put their head to the side, looking for signs, but finding none. 

“No collar.” 

“No collar.” Caretaker agrees. They raised their hands and touching Whumpee’s own throat. They try not to pull away. “And you don’t have one either.”

Whumpee looks down. It’s true. Whenever they got tested before, the collar always stayed on. If they tried to take it off, the test ended. 

“Maybe they just got bored of me.” Whumpee looks at their food with a sense of dread spreading in their stomach. “They always said they would get a new pet.” 

“They didn’t get bored of you.” Caretaker’s voice is hard. 

“How do you know?” Whumpee takes a deep breath, daring to look up at Caretaker’s eyes. They are icy and stony, an expression they still hadn’t seen. 

“Because I killed them.” Caretaker says. Whumpee’s eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. “And there are no pets without owners.” Here’s the other one! Sorry again for taking so long and thank you so much for the asks you send and please send them my way whenever you wish <3

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HeyI have a request! Whumpee is rescued by the police, and caretaker is there too but after everything that happens whumpee is utterly terrified of everybody and caretaker has to watch whumpee desend into madness while they try to rescue them. Time skip, whumpee wakes up in a hospital bed. Restrained for both their and everyone else's safety. Caretaker realizes this when they see whumpee and while they can't take off the restraints, they caress their head and comfort whumpee.tysm if you do this!

Hey, bud! Thanks so much for your request and so sorry for the time I took. Shortly after your ask arrived, all of the protests started going on and I didn’t feel like doing anything painting the police in any kind of positive light (ACAB, after all). So I jumped straight for the time skip and I hope that’s enough. 

Caretaker hasn’t slept since they got there. Unlike the Whumpee, that’s done nothing but sleep. 

But it’s better. It is. Everything is better than what they saw almost a full day ago. 

The night was dark. The street lights were blinding. The rain was pouring. You could hear the whumpee’s roar over everyone’s voices, over the traffic, over the rain. Caretaker just stood there, wet to the bone, unable to take reality in. They’d dreamed about that moment so many times and yet something inside of them kept repeating “not like this. not like this”. 

Wet, their old clothes, now reduced to rags, clung to their weakened figure. Even in the low light, Caretaker could see the bruises and the needle pricks and the wounds. But above all, they could hear the scream. It came from the back of the throat, ripping the night. It didn’t have words: not “help” or “please”, to which Caretaker believe they would have responded. It was just a blind fight, a sink or swim instinct. 

The medical team had to sedate and restrain them. Caretaker wishes they’d done something, they’d stopped it. They heard the words “for their safety and ours” sometimes, but they never truly believed it. Whumpee was sweet and nimble. They couldn’t hurt a fly. They’d never…

But as time passed and they’d slowly dried up in this hospital room, reality started to sink in. This is not the Whumpee they knew. Or at least, they might not be when they wake up. The medical team tells them Whumpee might wake up any time now. 

Caretaker resumes their post, eyes heavy with sleep, mind filled with thoughts. They feel like, even if they manage to sleep, they’ll see the horrible things from the last 24 hours. The rescue, the restraining, the Whumpee laid motionless and strapped to a hopsital bed. 

The room has been so silent that when Whumpee finally shifts, Caretaker raises their head at the sound. Whumpee’s head lolls to one side and then the other, their eyes moving behind the closed lids. They start to mumble, first gibberish, then words. “No, no, no, not again”, they repeat time and time again. They try to move their hands, hold themselves, but the restraints stop them. They start fighting them, the urgency in their mumbling rising until it becomes a series of painful groans and sobs. 

Caretaker isn’t scared. After yesterday, they feel numb. Like they’re carried by a superior force, they lean down and hold the whumpee’s hands. At first they fight it blindly, but Caretaker rubs their thumbs against their skin. 

“Shh, shh. It’s alright.” Caretaker says. Like a work of magic, Whumpee stops fighting, listening. Their hands start to shake. Caretaker leaves a kiss on each of them. “I’m here, I’m here with you. No one is going to hurt you. You can rest.” 

Whumpee lets out another painful sound that ends in a sob. Their eyes fight to open, but they seem heavy. 

“This is cruel.” Their voice is still course from the day before. “This is so cruel.” 

Caretaker doesn’t know what they mean, but they let go of one of their hands and brushes the dirty hair out of their eyes, caressing their head when they’re done. 

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts. But you’ll get better soon. I’ll be with you the whole time.” 

Whumpee’s eyes finally get into focus, filling with tears soon after. 

“It can’t be, it can’t.”

Caretaker cleans one of the tears that fall. 

“But it is.” 

As always, if you have a request, please send me an ask. I don’t promise speed, but I do promise good whump!

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Bloodbags - Prologue

“Tsc. A pity.” 

When Caretaker walks into the room, their human assignment is at their normal place: spread across the table, neck lifted by a round pillow for easy access. The now familiar row of bites that go down their neck. 

There is, however, an uncommon paleness to them. 

“What happened?” 

Whumper snaps their tongue, waving their head towards the mess close to the exit door. A broken vase, a fallen table. Signs of a struggle. Whumper is dressed as elegantly as ever, as if every dinner was a party. Not a sign that something had gone wrong, except for their grimace. 

“Tried to escape. Hate it when blood bags go bad. Have someone find me a new one, will you?” Whumper lets out a dramatic sigh. “They always take so long to train… Maybe we should get a different kind.” 

The human on the table is still breathing. Out of all the vampire lords and ladies, Whumper is the only one that boasts to have never killed a blood bag while feeding. 

The boss’ hunger is not what kills the blood bags. It’s their pride. 

“Can’t we just drop them off somewhere? I’m sure they wouldn’t remember anything”, Caretaker asks, struggling not to shake. It’s always like this when a blood bag gets discarded. They always promise themselves they won’t get attached, but the time comes and it’s always the same. 

“You never learn, do you?”

Whumper takes out a cigar box from under the table. Opens it, takes out a needle. It has a shimmery black liquid inside. Mercy. Caretaker knows it all too well. They take a step back. 

“I am nothing if not merciful.”

 Years of practice allows them to insert the needle easily in the blood bag’s arm. As they push the plunger, the dark liquid starts travelling up the veins, darkening everything in its path. Caretaker bites on their own tongue until it bleeds.

The human starts to choke and both the vampires can hear their heartbeat fasten. Sweat drops form in their forehead. Whumper discards the needle and closes the cigar box. They put it back under the table. 

“Get rid of them when it’s over. You know what to do.” 

Whumper leaves, but Caretaker stays. They force themselves to watch. It’s the least they owe them. Shaking they manage to ge to the table. 

They thrash weakly as the veins in their neck turn black. They’re struggling to breathe. Their eyes flutter, human instinct trying to keep them alive, but they have no chance. 

It’s too much for Caretaker to take. They caress the human’s hair softly, shushing them. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you.”

They take both sides of their face as carefully as one would hold a child. Caretaker thinks they see a glint of recognizement in the blood bag’s feverish eyes, but might be just wishful thinking. Caretaker would like their human to know that they were here in their final moments. That they didn’t let them go through what Caretaker did all those years ago. 

Caretaker twists their neck in a quick motion that produces a chilling crack. 

They take a deep breath. 

Never again, they think. I’ll never let myself care like this again. 

They know they’re wrong. They just didn’t know how wrong.

#vampire whumper #whump fic #whump #whumpblr #vampire #whumper #caretaker #so here i go ignoring my requests to start yet another multi chapter series #hope you like it #beanwhump

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Blood Bags | Chapter 2

[Prologue] | [1]

Whumpee always thought that when they were sold, they would be the perfect blood bag. Take out their frustrations with the other humans, but be pristine and perfect next to their owner. Don’t move too much, don’t make a fuss, follow the rules. They thought it would be easy. They’d been trained all their lives for this. 

But Caretaker’s words keep hammering in their brain as they follow them through the dark and well decorated halls. They keep waiting for Caretaker to tell them more about what to expect, but they remain silent the whole way. 

They stop outside of a door that’s identical to many others in a hall. Whumpee knows dining rooms well. 

Caretaker opens the door. Whumper is sitting next to the table, legs crossed, a soft smile in their face. They’re also dressed as if going to a cocktail party, a similar velvety garment in a different color. They have a glass of wine in their hands. 

“Ah. Glad to see you’re here. Please, come inside.” 

Whumpee hesitates before leaving Caretaker’s side. They were nice. Whumper seemed nice, but they’d learned from an early age no never expect much from vampires. 

Whumper makes a gesture towards the table. It’s encased in easy to clean fake leather. Whumpee takes a deep breath and does their best to stay calm as they sit down on it. 

“Do you prefer sitting up or laying down?” 

Whumper looks impressed. They open a wild smile. Whumpee tries not to feel proud. 

“Lay down, please.” 

Whumpee does as Whumper stands up. 

“Has Caretaker explained how I like to feed?” 

“They said you like adrenaline. But I have to admit I don’t understand what they mean.” 

“You will.” They leave their glass aside and walk to the table. 

Standing beneath them, Whumpee can’t help but notice how devilishly beautiful they are. Perhaps they can be happy here. They can be a good blood bag, they can follow the rules…

Then Whumper grabs them by the neck and starts pressing down. It’s so hard the airflow suddenly stops. Whumpee’s eyes widen in terror as they take their hands to the hand holding them down. They push it, they punch it. But Whumper doesn’t even budge. Their beautiful face gets closer. 

“Feeding takes too long. Drinking drip after drip bores me. Your body’s natural state is made to keep you alive, not me.” Whumpee is already starting to feel the lack of oxygen. Their chest starts to ache. “Right now, your heart is picking up to deliver the remaining oxygen to the rest of your body. Isn’t it amazing?” 

Whumpee can’t think. They can hardly process what Whumper is saying. Air, air, air. 

“I want your blood to thump quickly. I will train you so that every time you see me, your heart does this.” Whumper touches Whumpee’s face with their index finger, imitating the sound of their racing heart that’s already echoing inside their head. “Bump, bump, bump, bump.” 

It’s too much to keep their arms up and fighting. Their arms fall to their side, flacid. Their mouth is opening in closing against their will, trying to get something through. Their chest is contracting painfully, contorting under Whumper’s iron grip. The sides of their vision are starting to fade. 

“Most vampires like to feed on blood. I like to feed on fear.” 

Whumper lets go. Whumpee instantly takes sharp intakes of breath, choking on the cold air. Whumper’s hands hold their shoulders in place. Their fangs rupture their neck. 

Whumpee feels a wave of cold like never before. Even as air starts coming in again, the weakness doesn’t go away. They can’t even raise a finger. As minutes pass, they start to shake. Their vision swims. 

“St-- “ Whumpee tries to say, like they were taught. They should always let their master know when they’re about to go over the line. Products like blood bags were expensive and should alert their owners. But Whumpee’s lips are heavy. “S—” 

They only thing they can hear is their thundering heart as their eyes roll back. They still feel it when Whumper pulls away and their head falls to the side. 

At first they didn’t know what Caretaker meant when they said to be afraid. Now they do.

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Blood Bags | Chapter 7

[Prologue] | [1] | [2] | [3] | [4] | [5] | [6]

Whumpee was sick. 

Caretaker knew it the very next morning they woke up from their shivering sleep. Their breathing never recovered from the hurried, scaredy breaths they’d been giving since the last night. When Caretaker tried to feed them something warm, they threw up and almost passed out. Caretaker knew it was bad from the high number of the fever. They would press their cold hands against Whumpee’s sweaty face in hopes to get their temperature down, but it didn’t really do it. Whumpee swore, however, that it helped somehow. 

The Pantry wasn’t a hospital. It was a resuscitation center. As long as a vampire lord wanted a blood bag alive, that was the place to do it. There were plastic blood bags and defibrillators and oxygen cylinders. But it wasn’t equipped for other kinds of illnesses. When blood bags got sick, they were sacrificed. Feeding on someone sick wouldn’t make a vampire sick, but it surely wasn’t up to their standards. 

Caretaker knew they would have to leave the house and go find Whumpee the antibiotics they needed. Perhaps even an electric blanket - as the seasons slowly changed, marching towards winter, the Pantry was getting colder and colder. They decided to go soon, before Whumper got hungry again. They could only hope that it wouldn’t be too soon. 

“Whumpee.” Caretaker called. Whumpee opened their heavy eyes. Everything feels heavy these days. As always, they got scared upon waking, grabbing their own chest, trying to breathe deeper, but failing. It takes a while until they get used to it. Caretaker held their hand, waiting. “I’m going to go out and get you medicine.” 

“No…” Whumpee murmured, holding their hand as tight as they could. “No, please, don’t leave me here with them. 

“You’re sick. I have to.” 

“I don’t care. I can… I can...” Whumpee’s eyes closed again, too heavy. When they opened them again, Caretaker was gone. They called for them, waiting. But they didn’t come. 

“Good morning, sunshine!” 

Whumpee woke up from a nightmare straight into another nightmare. They were suffocating again. They roll in bed, coughing wheezing, trying to clear their lungs. In their dreams, they were back in the tub, Whumper above them, keeping them down. 

Here, Whumper is at the door, a wicked grin in his face. 

“Ah, why the long face, my dear? Haven’t you had time to recover?” Whumper asked, waltzing inside the room. “Three days is more than enough, I would say.” 

Whumpee blinked at them, almost in awe of their complete lack of sense. It worked his magic, however. Just from seeing them, Whumpee could feel their heart start to pick up the pace. 

“Let’s go for a walk.” 

They said, stopping in front of the bed, extending their hand. The side of the blanket was still dirty with Whumpee’s mucus. They clean the excess with the back of their hand, struggling to sit down. They wanted more than nothing to send that person to hell. 

But they knew better than to defy their lord. 

“Sure, let me just grab my shoes and my coat…” 

“That won’t be necessary.” 

Whumpee’s heart skipped a beat. They looked at Whumper, waiting for them to say they were kidding. They weren’t. 

***

“Our dearest Caretaker made such a good choice by leaving today. It’s a lovely night outside.” 

Whumper said, as they left the staircase and started walking towards a side of the house Whumpee didn’t know yet. Despite the cold ground and being dressed only in a thin t-shirt and pants, it was good to change the scenery, even if it probably meant they were going to be fed on. 

“Are we going outside?” Whumpee couldn’t help but ask, already feeling a phantom shiver. 

“Naturally. I have an idea that will surely interest you.” 

Whumpee seriously doubted it, but couldn’t say a thing. 

They reached big tall wood double doors, decorated with emeralds, gold and marble. It’s exactly how Whumpee would imagine the doors to freedom looked like. Whumpee took them through a side door, much smaller and simpler, but that did the same. One step and they were outside. 

The wind was the first thing Whumpee noticed, crossing their arms to protect themselves. The cold grass under their feet. From there, they could see the trail that led to the gates in the distance and all of the forest ground before that. They can see the corner of a big pool to the right of the house. It has all of the characteristics of a castle… But it seems much smaller on the outside. 

“What… What do you propose, my lord?” 

Whumper smiled and gestured towards the land. 

“Go.” 

“Go?” 

“Go. Run. I’ll give you a ten minute head start. If you manage to get to the gate without me catching you… I’ll grant you your freedom.” 

Whumpee’s eyebrows furrowed. 

“You mean… Freedom? As in… I can leave? Go… Go live with the other humans.” 

Whumper nodded. They wouldn’t… Sure they… How could… That had to be a trick. They knew they had no chance, that’s why they took them like this: sick and barely dressed. Night was getting colder by the minute. There was no way this was serious. 

And yet… Whumpee was smart. Perhaps they could make it. Maybe they could outsmart Whumper. If they could only find somewhere to hide, something to mask their scent with. They could find a city. They could denounce all of these operations, expose vampires. It was just too sweet to pass on.

They bolt ahead with no warning. Perhaps they can snatch a couple more seconds that way. Without looking back, they run downhill towards the road that would lead them to freedom. 

By the time they reach the trees, they know they won’t be making it anywhere. They try to soldier on, push forward, but they very quickly fall to their knees, coughing violently, wheezing through it. There is a sudden pain to their chest and they hold a hand against it to keep it from popping. They just lay there, face against the grass for several minutes, although they don’t know how many. 

They try to stand up. Holding themselves up with the help of the trees, they manage to follow ahead for at least a couple of feet before they have to stop and breathe again. The air that comes inside is cold and only makes the coughing hurts more. They’re hyper aware Whumper must be coming any minute, so they keep making their small progress. 

In the end, as they predicted, is not enough. 

“Are you kidding?!” Whumper’s voice comes from behind. “Are you telling me I give you the opportunity of a lifetime and you just throw it away?” 

Whumpee is leaning heavily against a tree, feeling their knees already weak. They know, at that minute, that when Whumper drinks from them, they won’t make it. They raise their eyes back at the trail that will lead to the front gates. If at least they could see Caretaker again… Thank them for all they did, tell them it wasn’t their fault… 

Whumper grabs their neck from behind. Whumpee tenses up, thinking they’re going to choke them, but they just stand there, cold hand against the neck. Feeling for a pulse.

“I don’t think this is from running, is it? Oh well, I suppose it will do” They bit Whumpee’s neck, the familiar feeling of fangs breaching the skin. Whumpee holds the tree harder, trying to keep steady. Not even a minute in, Whumper pulls away and spits to the side. 

Whumper pushes them ahead. Whumpee falls to their knees, coughing.

“First, you stop breathing last time. Now this? Heartbeat dropping already? This is not what I was sold. They promised be a resilient blood bag. You’re not fulfilling your end of the bargain. You ought to be punished!”

Punished? Whumpee can’t think of anything worse than this life. They just stay on the ground, fighting to breathe. 

“You know what? You keep going. I’m sure you’ll get there eventually.” Whumper stepped back. “If you get back to the house, you better be ready to put in the work. Your taste is great… But I won’t have a blood bag who accepts defeat.” 

Before Whumpee can understand what really happened, Whumper is gone. They raise their head, looking for them, but there’s only the cold air of the night. They struggle to understand, why would Whumper just… Leave them. When they look down at their hands, pale with cold, they suddenly understand. Whumper left them in the cold to die. 

#it was getting too long #and i wasn't really having fun and i didn't want to waste the Good Part for when I'm this sleepy #BUT TOMORROW IT'LL BE A GOOD ONE #see ya then! #vampire whump #vampire whumper #vampire caretaker #whump #whumpblr #beanwhump

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Blood Bags | Chapter 6

[Prologue] | [1] | [2] | [3] | [4] | [5]

The Pantry is only equipped with small restrooms to the side of the cells. 

Twice a week or so, each of the humans get to go to one of the bathrooms upstairs and take a bath. Baths quickly become Whumpee’s favorite times of the week. Not only because it means a change of scenery from their room and the dining rooms, but because it means time is passing and they’re still alive. 

After the terrible experience with the Banquet, Whumpee feels like scrubbing even harder at their skin, like they could somehow purge all the death they had witnessed and survived that night.  

Caretaker is always right next to them when they cross the halls. They look exhausted, with dark circles around their eyes. Whumpee wants to ask if they’re okay, but they don’t think they’d like the answer. Maybe Whumper is feeding on them too. That’s a scary thought. 

Besides, none of them have been in the mood to talk since the banquet. Whumpee remembered waking up sometime after it and find Caretaker crying in the chair next to the door. Whumpee didn’t know what those tear meant, but they themselves had relief tears upon seeing the familiar prision cell again. 

Whumpee arrives at the bathroom and goes inside. Caretaker sits on the chair on the outside of it, closing the door. There are no windows, nowhere to escape. Just the beautiful, spacious bathtub, already filled up with smoking hot water. They take off their dirty clothes and throw them in the hamper. There are new ones already waiting by the sink counter. 

The human allows themselves a rare look in the mirror. They’ve lost weight and muscle fast. Their hair looks weaker, their eyes, duller. They’re still pale after the last feeding, the one they thought they were truly done for. They look sick - but they know they’ll never recover from this sickness. There is simply no time for that. 

They let out a sigh. It’s not the first time they ask themselves if they’ll make it through the month. 

Pushing such feelings aside, they crawl up the bathtub. There is no reason to worry about that now.  As they settle themselves into the hot water, their worries feel like a mile away. 

In hindsight, Whumpee couldn’t have made it easier. 

They had their eyes closed, lowered until their shoulders. The steam would come up to their face, soft against the sharp edges of their recently rediscovered bones. They were so relaxed they could sleep. 

That’s when they were pushed down. 

It felt like the weight of a brick, suddenly materialized on top of their head. It pushed them straight down, sending a wave of water up their nose. 

They struggle. There are no thoughts of Whumper or Caretaker whodunit. It’s desperation at its purest form. They flap their arms and legs around, splashing all the water they can, but the hand only keeps pushing them further. This blind fight wastes precious air and when Whumpee realizes, they’ve already let go of a lot of air in the form of bubbles. 

They stop, try to think. The water above is hard to see in, but they can recognize the silhouette of Whumper anywhere. Then, as they stop moving and the water clears, the weirdest thing happens. They start to calm down. 

All the cards are already on the table. They don’t have to walk a hallway wondering if they’ll come back. They don’t have to lie awake in bed, wondering if the next day will be the day they’ll be hurt again. They don’t have to look at Caretaker so they’ll give them strenght to endure what was coming. After surprise struck, there was nothing else. Drowining is not the worst Whumper has done. 

And that is what they thought for the first minute. Until oxygen really started running out. As their heart started racing and their lungs started contracting, they remember something Caretaker said a long time ago. You’ll find that fear is embedded in you. You’ll find it again. 

Even after they give up the fight, their body carries one without them. Their chest spams. Whumpee feels with unusual clarity the water splash against their legs, that are out the sides of the bathtub. Somewhere along the way, Whumper’s hand has found their neck. They’re not even pressinghard anymore. They’re watching from above, waiting. One of Whumpee’s last coherent thoughts was if that’s what food sees from inside the oven. 

Pain seizes their chest and they go through another spasm. Something breaks free inside them. It’s just like a hiccup. Bubbles come flooding out. Warm water spills inside their nose, their throat, burning. Whumpee chokes, but there’s only water. 

Then it’s cold. It’s hard. Whumper is over them. Whumpee coughs, but they’re facing up, the water just returns to their throat. Whumper is holding their head in place. Their mouth is in Whumpee’s throat, pressing, pulling. Their chest is against Whumpee’s chest, heavy, too heavy to breathe against. Whumpee’s brain is despairing, begging their arms to move, but they’re too weak to do anything but to watch their life darken around them. 

There is one more spasm in their chest. From the other side of a tunnel, they see Whumper move with it, but continue to drink. The water around them turns red against the white tile. This is the last they see.  ***

There are times in Caretaker’s life that they hate the situation they’re in so much, they could just walk straight out and in the sun.

Whumper hasn’t been the same since the family dinner. Caretaker had never seen them act like this, to take part in those awful demonstrations. Something was changing, it had been since Whumpee got there. They never got one from a breeder before, they never spent so much preparing ideas for the next meal. Caretaker didn’t like it. Vampires should be as apathetics about their blood bags as their servants. That’s what Whumper always used to say. 

Caretaker tried to stand in Whumper’s way when they’d gone inside. They said the human was still recovering, that they weren’t ready yet. This wasn’t how Whumper acted. But they looked almost like a child, smiling. 

“Out of the way. Now.” They’d whispered. “It’s the perfect time, isn’t it? You know I can’t let them wait for me. I have to keep surprising them, otherwise all this training was for nothing. Step out of the way.”

Caretaker knew it was futile, but they stood their ground. 

“I’m protecting your interests, my liege.” 

Whumper grabbed them by the hair and pulled them aside. Caretaker couldn’t resist, feeling the pull of their commands wiggle its way into their brain.

“Sit down there and wait.” 

Whumper’s commands grab hard at Caretaker’s mind. They try to fight it, but it forces them down. Their throat hurts with the effort of keeping in their screams. There is nothing they can do to stop it. When a vampire lord turns you, you become subject to their desires. 

Caretaker can only hope that the fear they see in Whumpee’s eyes is real enough to get this over with quickly. 

But long minutes past and it doesn’t end. They no longer hear water, so that must be good. That must mean the feeding began, that it’s close to be over. They wait, their nails digging into the wood of the chair. They keep remembering the night in the woods, when Whumpee clung to them. They’re all Whumpee has, the last failsafe. If anything goes wrong… 

This is taking way too long. No live feeding should take this long. Caretaker is about to stand up and knock when Whumper finally emerges from the bathroom, leaving the door open. A trail of blood is dripping down his chin and they don’t move to clean it. Caretaker is still stuck to their seat, looking up at them, waiting from them to release them from the orders. 

“Gah, stop worrying. The heart is still beating. My record remains.” Whumper says, almost in a dazed voice. 

Caretaker’s heart sinks. 

Whumper doesn’t give any more details, and starts walking down the hall. As soon as they’re out of range, Caretaker dashes inside. 

They almost slip. There is water everywhere. Blood turns it shades of pink and red and it drips from the bite in the neck Whumpee’s neck. Their naked body is thrown on the floor like a discarded doll, legs in an awkward angle, arms wide open. Water drips from their nose and open mouth. They’re not breathing. 

The water splashes when Caretaker drops next to them on the floor. Their head goes to Whumpee’s chest, an old human reflex. Even with their enhanced hearing, it’s hard to hear, but it’s there. A pulse.

Caretaker places their hands over their chest and start compressions. They count in their mind, going up and down with the chest. They push Whumpee’s head back slightly, meeting no resistance. They bend over for the rescuing breaths, and can’t push away the feeling of how cold Whumpee is, even against their own cold skin. 

They keep compressing. Whumpee’s weak body moves up and down violently against the floor, splashing water around them. Compression and breaths, compression and breaths. All of the equipment is downstairs, but they know better than to stop. The other servants won’t get it, they won’t help. 

It’s been minutes. Whumpee’s lips are turning blue despite Caretaker’s best efforts. Their eyes are half lidded, showing only the white sclera. Caretaker feels the sting of tears cloud their eyes. Stupid, stupid. It happened again, they let themselves care again. Whumpee was so different than the others, so confident, so strong… Why would Whumper change now? Why couldn’t they be in the usual controllable state? 

Caretaker keeps compressing and breathing, compressing and breathing, not allowing themselves to stop. They finish the round of compressions, take a deep breath, close Whumpee’s nose and blows into their mouth. 

Whumpee comes back with a bang. Water comes out of their mouth so rapidly and strong Caretaker gets all wet. But that’s okay. They pull Whumpee to the side, so they can cough the rest of the water out. Whumpee coughs and chokes, breathing hard and fast. Their entire body is shaking. Caretaker reaches for a towel, covering their nudity. They rub their back, making sure all the water is out. 

“You’re back.” Caretaker says, breathless. “You’re back. You’re okay.” 

Caretaker sees Whumpee trying to reply, but failing. Their eyes are drooping, closing. Caretaker’s eyes fall to the bite mark on their neck. That’s right! They were fed on. They had still been weak from the last one, it was no wonder their heart almost gave out. It’s better to get them downstairs, get some more blood on their system.

They lift Whumpee in their arms as they stand up. Whumpee’s eyes close, but their troubled breathing is sign enough their okay. They cough occasionally, shivering against Caretaker’s eyes. Their hand is weakly grabbing at Caretaker’s sweater. Caretaker closes their arms tigher around them. 

“You’ll be okay. I’m right here. I’m right here with you.” 

And the rest of the night, as Caretaker helps them get dry and dressed, starts their transfusion, cover them in blankets, checks their heart beat and oxygen levels, they can’t help but notice that Whumpee is not the only one with uncommon heart rhythm. 

As they spend the night in a bedside vigil, cringing at every cough Whumpee gives, carressing their hair until they’re bad to sleep, making tea so they can feel better... Caretaker knows is in more trouble than they thought. 

#cpr whump #vampire whump #vampire caretaker #vampire whumper #tw:drowning #tw:blood #beanwhump #this one was VERY FUN to write

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Whumper torturing caretaker? Especially if it happens in front of whumpee, gimme the horrified screams and begging for them to stop 👁👄👁

I like that! I feel like I always go back to drowning in torture scenes. I don’t know... Something drowns me to it! Haha, get it?

“Alright, alright. Let’s try this again, shall we?” 

The blindfold is removed from Whumpee’s eyes. They blink, trying to get used to the light. It has been a while since Whumper has been secretive about where they were - after all, it had been made clear Whumpee wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

What they see, however, makes their heart skip a beat. 

“No.” 

“Ah, you know our guest? Didn’t even realize.” Whumper opens a smile that lets Whumpee know that they knew exactly who that was. “Anyway. Since you won’t help yourself, I thought… Why not get the help of someone who always helps you? Well, and who better than doctor themselves?” 

Whumpee tries to scream for them, but Caretaker is out cold. Someone comes from behind and gags Whumpee so tight it’s hard to even breathe. They try to scream anyway, but all it does it get the gag wet and gross, but all of the sound is contained. “Now you be quiet and be a good sport while we get your friend here back online.” 

They take the lid off a small flask and put it under Caretaker’s nose until they spring back to consciousness, pulling back and away from the flask. They try to fight their restraints and move their head until they understand they’re blindfolded. 

“Whumper.” They say. 

“You got it! Good! No need for introductions.” Whumper puts their pointing fingers against their own lips, telling Whumpee to be silent. Whumpee tries to scream anyway, but the henchman behind them hits them in the head, letting them know Whumper means it. “Now. Let’s talk business.” 

Whumper makes a gesture and the henchmen leaves Whumpee’s side, bringing a big heavy metal barrel to the front of Caretaker’s chair. It makes a liquid sound as it sets into place. Whumpee gets tense as Whumper pulls the lid off of it. They try to smell the air, try to understand what it is, but they get to no conclusion. 

“I heard you’re a terrible swimmer, is that correct?” Whumper smiles and Whumpee understands. They start to scream again, but the henchman pulls their hair back. Caretaker is very confused by the  question. “How about you tell me what I want to know and you don’t sleep with the fishes tonight?” 

Caretaker is about to say something when Whumper grabs their head and pushes it inside the barrel of water. Caretaker screams, unable to stop themselves. Whumpee screams too. Caretaker is terrified of water. 

Whumper pulls them back and smiles. 

“Where is the base?” 

Caretaker is wheezing. 

“Base?” 

Whumper submerses them again. Caretaker fights, their whole body shaking around, trying to free themselves. They shake their head, but Whumper has a tight grip. Whumpee screams for them to stop, but they can’t even form the words with the gag. Whumper finally lets go of Caretaker and they pull back, breathing hard. Their entire body begins to shake. They move their head from side to side, murmuring something. 

“None of that is a location…” Whumper sings. “Time is ticking.” 

Caretaker shakes their head - if they’re having flashbacks or if they’re telling the Whumper they don’t know, it’s hard to tell. But it was the wrong answer anyway. 

Whumper pulls them forward and dunks their head again. Water splashes from the side as Caretaker fights even harder to get away. Whumpee screams until their voice is hoarse. Time keeps passing, but the Whumper doesn’t move. Whumpee jumps in place, shaking their head, begging them, no, NO! 

Whumper pulls Caretaker back. They come up, gulping water and coughing it out. Their body falls forward, the tremors travelling up their spine. They’re crying. Whumpee can’t stand this, not with Caretaker. Not them. 

“Last chance…” Whumper says, but they’re looking at Whumpee. That’s a message for them, but Whumpee doesn’t know what it means since they’re still gagged. 

Caretaker is still recovering when Whumper grabs them and dunks their head against the water again. The fight seems to have vanished from Caretaker. Whumpee watches as, scary second by scary second, they hold their breath until finally… Bubbles. And Whumper keeps on holding. 

“Ungag them.” They order. The henchman does it. 

“LET THEM GO!” 

“Now, that’s not the attitude, is it? Think, I just want one thing. The same thing I’ve been asking. The location. Give it to me and you can save your friend.” 

“NO! LET THEM GO NOW!” 

Whumper seems impatient and pushes the head down even further. The rest of Caretaker’s body is limp against the chair and the barrel. 

“Tick tock. Do you think I don’t have five minutes to spare here?” 

The tears run against Whumpee’s face. 

“You’ll kill them even if I tell you.” 

“That’s up to me to decide.” 

Whumpee looks at Caretaker and they understand they can’t face a world where they’re not there. They can’t understand a reality where Caretaker was alive just a minute ago and now isn’t anymore. They have to believe the team will be ready for an attack. 

“It’s in [location]! It’s in [location]!” Whumpee lets out, the pain of the words as big as the pain in their heart. “Now please, let me go!” 

“Let you go? That was never in question.” Whumper lets Caretaker go, but they don’t move, their head still inside the barrel. They cut out the ties that tie them to the chair. Caretaker falls to the side, their head hitting painfully the floor, their wet hair spreading water on the stone floor. Water comes out of their mouth and nose, but they don’t move. They don’t breathe. Whumper looks down at them and then at Whumpee. “But I’m nothing if not merciful. I do have somewhere to be.” 

They wave to the henchman, that cut down Whumpee’s ties. By the time the henchman, leaves, Whumpee is already by Caretaker’s side. I wanted to do the CPR part, but it was already too big. 

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Blood Bags - Chapter 1

[Prologue]

Caretaker gets everything ready for the new arrival. 

They thought it’d be harder to clean up their last assignment’s room, but they quickly fell into muscle memory. They had already done that so many times before. None of the human blood bags had any belongings other than the freezer full of plastic blood bags they were drained of. 

The cell resembles a hospital room - and it’s frequently used as such. 

There is a hospital bed surrounded by medical equipment. There are white cabinets with medical supplies. A freezer with the blood bags, now filled with the type he’s been informed it’s the new arrival’s.

It’s hard to believe their last assignment is gone. They’d been here almost three years, much more than any of the others could take. Strong heart, strong mind. Caretaker was sure at some point that Whumper was going to Change them.  They were a good friend. 

Caretaker can’t begin to imagine how scared they must’ve been to forget all the rules and try to escape. 

Perhaps now I’ll learn. Caretaker thinks with a sigh. Perhaps now I’ll learn not to make friends with the blood bags. 

They hear the doors to the Pantry open and steps travel down the hallway filled with cells just like this one. 

“Ah. Great. You’re all done. Just in time. May I introduce the newest member of our staff?” 

Whumper says when they push the metal door to the cell. They gesture to the person behind them. As Caretaker turns around, the newcomer follows Whumper into the light. 

Under a wave of dark hair, Caretaker sees green eyes. They’re pale, fragile, numble, like they already been fed on. They look like they might not make the night. Caretaker feels a wave of anger. Why would they pick one that has no chance?

But they look Caretaker in the eyes with no fear, taking in their quarters. 

“Hello”, the human says. 

“Hi,” Caretaker replies. “Welcome.” 

“Thank you.” 

Caretaker can’t help but notice how strange this conversation is. 

“Caretaker here is the one responsible for my blood bags. He’ll be the one tending to your needs.” Whumper explains in their favorite voice: a condescending professoral tone Caretaker can’t take. 

Then something bizarre happens. Whumpee smiles. 

“My own butler?” They chuckle. Caretaker is struck. No other blood  bag has chuckled before, especially not in the first day. “I can get used to that.”

They walk inside and sit on the bed. Caretaker goes to the door, expecting they’ll make a run for it. But the new blood bag doesn’t. 

“They’ll come help you get ready for dinner later today.” Whumper says, before giving a small bow and leaving.

“Can’t wait.”

The human says, looking right in Caretaker’s eyes and smiling. Caretaker gives them a shaky wave before leaving too.

As Caretaker closes the door, they can still feel that smile burning through their defenses. They knew, even then, that this one might be the one to destroy them completely. 

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“Do you have a name?” 

Caretaker asks as they arrive later to get the human ready for their first dinner. 

“Whumpee.” They answer, swinging their legs that hang over the side of the hospital bed. “What’s yours?” 

“Caretaker.” 

“Cute.” And there’s that smile again.  It has to be a game. 

“You’re not a wild human, are you?” Caretaker asks, raising one of their brows. 

“Nope!” Whumpee pops the P in the word. “I was bred in another vampire house.” 

Caretaker nods. That makes sense. They already know what’s going to happen. That’s a change from the humans they capture. This one doesn’t have a life to run back to. Caretaker doesn’t know if they should feel relieved or sad. 

“So you’ve been fed on?” Caretaker takes out the blood pressure meter.  

“I’m practically an expert at it.”

Caretaker looks at their neck. Healed holes, but some scars remained. They definitely haven’t been fed on the way they were about to. 

“I take it your last owners were kind.” 

“I wouldn’t say that. They drank my blood for living and bred humans like animals.” Whumpee seems comfortable saying those things in front of him. Caretaker tries not to sigh. They would have thought the breeders would teach them how to control their tongues. If they’re not careful, they won’t last at all. “Why would you think that?” 

Caretaker looks over their shoulder to make sure no one else is in the Pantry. They don’t hear anything. They finish taking Whumpee’s blood pressure and put the meter aside. 

“Whumper has… Their own way of doing things. As do each vampire lord.” Whumpee nods slowly, leaning in to hear. “You’ll be trained to fit their standards.” 

“Standards? Don’t they like a certain type of blood like anyone else?” Whumpee’s eyebrow shoot up. 

“Younger vampires do, in fact, favor blood types. After hundreds of years, however, it starts to get old. Each vampire lord develops… Special tastes. Some enjoy the moments before death. An expensive taste. Others enjoy sexual drinking, which treats the blood bag better physically, but not emotionally.” 

Caretaker finally sees a flash of what they’re used to in Whumpee’s eyes. Fear. 

“And what does my vampire enjoy?” 

“Adrenaline.” Caretaker says, a word they’ve learned to hate. 

“So, like… They enjoy roller coasters?” 

Caretaker is about to tell them. They need to know or they’ll be doomed. But their watch beeps letting them know the Whumper is on their way to their dinner room. 

“We have to get you dressed.” They give Whumpee the change of clothes they brought. Soft, velvety and dark. Not the easiest to clean, but at least the stains won’t show later. Whumpee receives the clothing with a serious expression. That’s good. They have to learn. 

“Any advice?” 

Their innocent green eyes send a wave of protectiveness over Caretaker. They’ve felt it before, but never this early, never this strongly. They touch Whumpee’s chin softly.

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”

#whump fic #whump #whumpblr #vampire caretaker #vampire whumper #vampire whump #beanwhump #no whump in this one #but i promise there's whump in every single one until the last #this is all important set up

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Blood Bags | Chapter 11

[Prologue] | [1] | [2] | [3] | [4] | [5] | [6] | [7] | [8] | [9] | [10]

When Caretaker and Whumpee got to the road that leads to the gates to freedom, all of the forest looked different from a couple of days ago. All had been covered with a thick coat of snow. Whumpee looked out of the window, their hand still weakly grabbing the oxygen mask. The sky was, too, a white and gray blanket. 

“Wow.” Whumpee murmured. “It’s so pretty.” 

Caretaker turned up the heat in the car, because it’s all they could do. Their hands shook against the steering wheel, their blood staining the back of their seat. This would be a long drive. 

The big gate came in a couple of minutes. There was a pause as Caretaker waited for clearance. Someone inside the building opened it, letting the car slide ahead to the other side. 

“We’re out.” Caretaker said, looking at Whumpee through the rearview mirror. 

“Out.” Whumpee echoed, rubbing their chest. 

“How are you?” Caretaker made the soft turn on the road that would take them through miles and miles of forest before getting to an actual highway. 

“Breathing.” Whumpee changed positions on the seat so they could see the way. “My chest… It still hurts.” 

They could hear it. Every quiver, every skipped beat, every hurried contraction of their heart. But if oxygen was travelling, it was sure to set itself back to normal. All danger was past. 

“Take the blankets. Get warm. We have a long way ahead.” 

Whumpee did what they were told, huddling under the blanket. Their eyes kept going back to Caretaker. 

“Should you be out… Now?” Whumpee awkwardly pointed at the daylight outside. Talking still left them a little out of breath. 

“It’s not exactly a walk in the park, but… I can deal.” Caretaker did their best to smile even though their eyes were fixed on the road. 

“Huh.” The movement was making them sick. Whumpee slumped against the seat, feeling a sudden wave of weakness. Even under the blankets, their hands felt cold. Their feet felt cold. Their heart was still thundering in their ears, erratic, fearful. “W-What’s… What’s... “ They took a deep breath before continuing. “What’s the plan?” 

Caretaker’s eyes flashed to them, worried. They looked ahead again. 

“Find the city. Find some warmer clothes for you… A place to spend the night… Hopefully get you checked out at a hospital.” 

“A hospital…” For a second, Whumpee was taken to a fantasy where they were surrounded by humans. It would be like their childhood: children running, parents nervously looking over their shoulders but… There would be no angry overlords. No punishment. No… No fear. It was almost too much to bear. 

When they opened their eyes, they noticed they must have blacked out for a while, because it’s getting darker. Caretaker is still at the exact same position - back not touching the seat, eyes on the road. 

Whumpee immediately felt the weight of the world against their chest. When they try to breathe, they choke. They scramble around, looking for the oxygen mask that must’ve fallen out of their hand once they fell asleep. When they moved, however, they feel the pain in their chest again. They grabbed it, not being able to hold in a scream of pain, interrupted by their coughing. 

The car made a sudden movement, as Caretaker looked back in panic. They tried to regain control of the car. 

“Calm down. I’ll just stop and we’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.” 

Whumpee could hardly hear them over the sound of their own thundering heart. They coughed and wheezed, bending in half, their weak hands fumbling for the mask. The car moved one way and then the other, skating on the road. Whumpee’s fingers finally closed around the mask and brought it to their face. 

It was empty. 

Then, came the impact. 

A black car buried in white snow. A trail of smoke left the front of it, where it hit a tree. Caretaker was the first one to come to. All they could see was white, all they could think of was…

“Whumpee!” They call, struggling against the airbag. The stab wound in their back throbbed, but they didn’t stop. “WHUMPEE!” 

There is not a sound in the empty side road. According to Caretaker’s calculations, they shouldn’t be that far off the highway. They were so far… 

They managed to get loose from the seatbelt and the airbag. They got to their knees, turned around. 

Whumpee was thrown in the back seat, head bleeding from where it hit the front seats. When Caretaker crossed the front seats to get to the back, they could hear no heartbeat. 

“No… No, no, no…” They brought Whumpee’s face close, tried to hear breathing, but there was nothing to hear. It must have been too much for their poor heart: the feeding, the sickness, the shock.  

They suddenly remember the AED they’d grabbed in a hurry. They looked around for the machine, unravelling it from it’s case. They lifted Whumpee’s shirt, exposing their chest. They followed instructions to place the electrodes in place. The machine beeped to life and began counting. An electric voice instructed: begin CPR. 

And so they did. Whumpee’s body was cold and stiff. Caretaker couldn’t help but to wonder how long they were out, how long Whumpee was there alone in the cold. It couldn’t have been too long now, could it? 

Caretaker felt so stupid. How could they let this happened? They should have paid more attention to Whumpee. They should have noticed they were in pain. The shock must’ve been bigger than they thought, left their heart weak. But this? This couldn’t happen, not now. All of this was for Whumpee. If they didn’t live to see it, what was the point of all of this? 

They continued CPR for five cycles, helping Whumpee breathe in and out. They pressed the “analyze rhythm” button on the AED and waited. Not shock advised. Begin CPR. 

And so Caretaker did. 

Time stretched beyond this small car. It went back to the mansion, to Whumpee on the bathroom floor, to their first day, their cocky smile. It went back to the one before them, to how strong they had seemed before they tried to escape and was put down by Whumper’s Mercy. And the one before that, such beautiful curls, looked so sad in the dump they had to drop them in. And the one before that, quiet but would light up at any mention of literature. And the one before that, strong hands and muscular shoulders, was hard to carry but fun to play cards with. 

Caretaker couldn’t protect any of them. 

Shock advised. Stand clear. 

They pulled away. The machine sent a current through Whumpee’s body. Their arms and hands moved slightly, but no other chances other than that. Time was ticking. The machine told them to begin CPR again. 

What could have been if Caretaker had met Whumpee when they were still human? Would they have liked them anyway before they spent all of their immortal life seeing how fear ruined good people? Would their remarkable courage and sense of humor still touch them if they haven’t suffered in the hands of a remarkable coward with a twisted sense of humor? 

Shock advised. Stand clear. They did. 

Whumpee’s body is shocked again. Their head falls to the side. Trembling, Caretaker cleans the cut on their forehead with their sleeve. Their back throbs at the mere thought of a drop of that blood. CPR is not making it any better. But for some miracle, they returned to compressions. 

They remembered it now. They had been in such pain before. In another country, in another time, with another version of Mercy. They’d been sold, they’d been used, they’d been so alone sometimes they felt they were the only human left. Back then, Whumper would poison them bit by bit. A little Mercy never hurt nobody, they would say, giggling. When Caretaker’s heart started to pick up, they would drink. When they were used to it, Whumper would up the dose. 

It wasn’t until they got another bloodbag - someone else, in a lord party - that they noticed it wasn’t the heartbeat that made the blood taste so sweet. It was the fear. And Caretaker felt so much of it. Of the vampire, of the drug. But most of all, of being freed, of going back to a life where they would end up in a ditch soon enough. This was so funny to Whumper they decided it take it too far. They’d done half the job - practically draining them clean. Mercy had done the rest, burning and destroying everything in its path. 

Shock advised. Stand clear. 

Whumpee was shaken. Their back arched a little, raising off of the backseat. They fell again. Caretaker pressed their chest again. How long had it been? They’d gone so far they lost count of how many sets of CPR they’d done. 

Maybe Whumpee’s heart was too weak to restart. Maybe that was it. Maybe in the end, it was the actions they did to prevent it that actually made it happen. Tears flodded their eyes as they continued compressing Whumpee’s chest, now more maleable under their hands. Up, down, up, down. Breathe in, listen for the breathe out. Breathe in…

Shock advised. Caretaker stood clear. 

Whumpee’s body was shaken.They fell back down into the seat, coughing weakly. They miraculously breathe in, the sound filling the car. 

The machine beeped. No CPR advised. 

Caretaker pulled Whumpee’s shirt down, covers them with the blankets that had been thrown to the floor of the car. They wrapped them carefully, leaving enough space to breathe. Whumpee doesn’t open their eyes, they don’t move. Just cough a little and breathe in a couple of shallow breaths. They start to shake soon enough. Caretaker looks around. Snow is building up around the car. 

The city must be less than an hour away. If they had any way to signal their location, or to ask for help… But they didn’t. 

If they’d stayed there, Whumpee would freeze to death. Nothing in the front of the car seemed to be working, including the heating. If they left, however, there was no guarantee they wouldn’t freeze on the way. They could stop breathing again, they could lose them. Not to mention they were hurt. They couldn’t run as fast as they normally would. 

Whumpee coughs again and Caretaker puts them on their side. Their eyelids flicker, their eyes moving feverishly under them. 

“You’re still alive.” Caretaker said to themselves, almost to convince themselves. “You’re still alive.” 

Caretaker pulls them to their chest. Whumpee’s head topples back, but Caretaker gingerly puts it on their shoulder. They touch their forehead to Whumpee’s knowing that if there was one chance… It was one they were willing to take. 

They opened the door and stepped outside. They wrapped the blanket around Whumpee’s head to protect them from the snow. All wrapped in, they looked like a baby. Caretaker could see their hurried breath form a cloud as they began their long journey.  

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caretaker passing out as soon as they get whumpee to safety!! thats the request ✨✨

I like how you think, Nonny! Ask and you shall receive! Caretaker takes a heavy step. Then another.

They rearrange Whumpee in their arms, making sure they’re wrapped up in the jacket. The snow had frozen the water on their hair and clothes. Their lips are blue, their chin chattering, their body trembling, slowly freezing. They hadn’t said anything, but their eyes were open. 

Caretaker had gone over the line. They finally had mustered up the courage to stand up to the whumper. They managed to escape with Whumpee, they’d run through the halls. Whumper got them at a dead end, in a balcony. Caretaker stood their ground, stepping in front of Whumpee. Whumper had no quarrel with that.

They’d fought bravely, but they hadn’t proper rest or food in weeks and Whumper did. When he flashed a knife and buried it in their abdomen, they fell, hearing Whumpee’s screams. 

From the ground, they had to watch as Whumper punched Whumpee so hard their head went against the railing, and their body went limp. Whumper grabbed their hair, hitting again and again against the hard rock. A splash of blood spread on the cement. 

Whumper looked back and smiled, watching Caretaker’s feeble attempts to get up. . 

“You want to stay alive and watch? Fine.” While Whumpee was still dazed from the punches, Whumper picked them up easily and, as nonchalantly as one would throw a rock, threw them over. 

“NO!” Caretaker ran to the edge, just before hearing a splash. Down there, a swimming pool. Whumper exploded in a thunderous laughter. They grabbed Caretaker, making them watch as Whumpee sank, leaving nothing but bubbles and trails of red. 

But their funny joke might just be their ticket to freedom. With a grimace, Caretaker used Whumper’s grip on them to throw them over the edge. Surprise was on their side as they aimed, not for the pool, but for the concrete next to it. They didn’t even wait before jumping to the pool. 

The cold water was a shock, and the pressure was like getting stabbed again. With pain as their only guide, they managed to find their way back to the surface. Whumpee was still at the bottom, motionless. Caretaker had swam down and must of it got fuzzy after that. In their memory, it felt like they have always been walking in the snow, in the dark. Perhaps for the hundredth time, they check if Whumpee is breathing. The more they walk, the more it’s hard to put things in an order that made sense. They remember the desperate pressuring of Whumpee’s chest, them spilling water and blood and starting to shake. But it seems like ages ago, while the first day they met seemed like just now. Whumpee’s ragged and short breath gathered in a frozen cloud, so it’s easy to see. 

Caretaker has the distant notion they’re both dying. Themselves by the way their arms can hardly hold the weight of the Whumpee anymore. A trail of their blood leads right to them, more than they’d think they could lose before not being able to carry someone. And Whumpee by the way their skin was slowly changing color, by the lowering intensity of their shivering. 

Caretaker blinks slowly, his lids suddenly heavy. When he opens them again, there was light. Their base. They made it. It was just across the field. Caretaker looks down at Whumpee, to tell them to look, but their eyes are closed. A small puff of air leaves their open mouth. That’s all the encouragement they need.

They blink again, and this time, when they open their eyes, they’re on their knees. Whumpee’s eyelids have also taken a blue color. Caretaker raises their head and see they’re halfway there. They try to get up, but their arms fail and Whumpee flops off, hanging only by the arm they’d kept around Caretaker’s shoulder.  Raising them by this arm and grabbing their waist, Caretaker manages to put themselves upright. Next time they blink, they’re at the door. They ring the doorbell and it sounds like angels, sunlight and Whumpee’s laughter. And then there is light and angels, but… Caretaker pushes Whumpee’s forward. “Them first.” They take two steps as the others usher them inside. But as their friends take Whumpee from them and they know that they’ll be safe, Caretaker’s knees give out, their eyes roll and they fall to the ground. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m a big fan of them first.  As always, if you have a request, my askbox is always open!

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I loved that last post about "them first". Always a classic. Anyway, I have a prompt. Character A has a heart condition they've kept secret from character B who finds out by accident from character C. Or maybe A has chronic illness. I rarely see something like lupus or Lyme in whump and there's so much opportunities where those are like guilt and feeling worthless or not wanting to tell the person they're dying

I did a lot of heart research for Blood Bags, so I decided to use some of the knowledge here and go for the first option! I really tried thinking of scenarios to make lupus or lyme work, but I just didn’t feel like I knew enough about them to portray them adequately.   Also, I’ve been doing a lot of hurt to my characters, so... Here’s some comfort!

“You really don’t have to come see my parent”, A says. “They’re fine! Besides, they don’t want you missing your classes.” 

And that’s ridiculous. How could B not go? A’s parent has been like a parent to them too since they’ve started dating. They’ve taken them into their house when they had nowhere else to go, helped them get back on their feet when they lost their parents. What was a couple of classes in the face of gratitude? And what kind of partner would they be if they weren’t there for A?

B drives through most of the night, sleeps a bit at a motel and goes right back to driving. Finally, they reach the hospital and ask for a visitor’s pass. The receptionist explains how to get to the room. 

A’s parent is ecstatic. 

“I can’t believe you’re here!” They say, opening their arms for a big hug. “A said you couldn’t make it!” 

“Me? No way! I had to come.” B pulls a chair up to the bed. A’s parent looks a little thinner than they did before, but overall alright. “You gave us quite a scare, I’ve heard.” 

“Tell me about it.” A’s parent puts a hand to their chest and takes a deep breath. “All this time and we didn’t even know.” 

“Well, how can you know when you’ll have a heart attack?” B asks, their brows furrowing. 

A’s parent stops dead in their tracks. 

“They didn’t tell you.” 

“Tell me what?” 

“Ah. Ah, sugar. Why would they do that? What an incredibly uncomfortable situation…” The parent shakes their head. 

“What is it? You’re scaring me.” B goes to the edge of their seat. 

“Ah, well… Is just that… This whole thing… It wasn’t so random. Doctors think… Doctors say it’s a… Quite a rare condition.” They mull over their words, like they’re choosing it. “It’s called a Long QT syndrome. It’s a… A heart thing. Messes with the rhythm. It doesn’t have a lot of symptoms, it just… Flares up.” 

“Ah. That’s… That’s terrible, I’m sorry.” B says, although they have a feeling that is not all. “I wonder… I wonder why A didn’t tell me.” 

A’s parent’s eyes avoid them. They clear their throat. 

“There’s really… You see, there’s really no way of knowing. Not until… Until it flares up, but it… It’s often… Often hereditary. They… We don’t know. I’d assume… I’d assume that’s why.” 

It’s like the whole hospital suddenly became quiet. The machines, the nurses, even the vending machines, perfectly still, perfectly quiet. B looks at their hands, realizing how powerless they were. They’d driven all night for a surprise and they got a surprise alright.

“Ah.” They murmur. 

The rest of the day is just as unusually quiet.  

 ***

After A and B return to university, A still doesn’t say anything. 

B didn’t stay long enough to see their partner that day and they don’t know if their parent told them anything. Either way, A acts like they don’t know. They meet before class, they have lunch together, sometimes they meet for studying in the library. 

Many times, B catches themselves looking at A, wondering if they’d always feel this fear. Imagining that one day, what happened to their parent could happen to them and B would be powerless to stop it. They’d lie awake at night, imagining A was alone in their room, dying. Sometimes they’d text them and get ever more worried when they didn’t reply, even though it was the middle of the night. The only way they could sleep in peace was when A was safe between their arms, breathing slowly against their chest, in total violation of dormitory’s codes. 

“Okay.” A finally says after a study session. “Spill it. Why are you acting weird?”

“Weird?” B begins putting their books away. 

“All… Clingy and stuff. Are you worried about something?” 

B hesitates, pursing their lips. A sees right through it. 

“Well?” 

“I, uh…” B starts. “I went to see your parent a couple weeks ago… In the hospital.” 

“What? Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t see you there.” A’s eyebrows furrow.

“I went there in the morning. You weren’t there. And, uh… They told me what it was. What it really was. And… I just…” 

A shakes their head, rubbing their face. 

“And you’re worrying about that. See? This is exactly why I didn’t tell you. I knew you’d be like that.” 

B feels like their heart recoils a bit after this comment. 

“Well, you’re my partner. I worry about you.” 

“You don’t have to. I’m fine. I’m young and healthy and it’s not certain that I have this thing.” A also starts to put their things away. “I came to college to escape my parents worrying about me. I don’t need another parent.” 

“At least you had parents to worry about you. It’s not as bad as you make it sound.” B says, looking at their own hands. Their face is red and hot. They want to end this conversation already. 

“I’m sorry, B. You know that’s not what I meant.” A sees they’re being rough and their expression softens. “I just… I’m fine.” 

“So did you test it? Are you sure you don’t have it?” 

A shrugs. 

“No… I... I didn’t test it.” 

“Well, why not?” 

“Because!” They pick up their things and stand up. “Because what if I do have it? Will I have to restrain myself until I’m old?” 

“Uh… Yeah? If you want to live until then!” B stands up too. They start walking out of the library under ugly stares. “How can not knowing be better?!” 

“It just… It just is. Alright?!” A’s voice climbs up when they stepped outside. They take a deep breath. “Listen, I… I don’t want to talk about it anymore. This is my decision. And if you don’t like it… Well, then…”

“A.” B stops them, with a serious tone. “Please. We’re both stressed. We shouldn’t do this now. We don’t want to do anything we’ll regret.” 

A opens their mouth to retort, but close it. They bite the inside of their mouth. Their expression falls and they seem about to cry. 

“Okay.” They say in a small voice. 

B is about to open their arms and pull them in for a hug, but they race down the stairs and out of sight. B sighs, predicting another round of sleepless nights. 

 ***

A doesn’t call. A doesn’t answer texts. Sometimes B sees them going to class, but they don’t meet eyes. All of their friends are asking what happened, but B can’t say. It’s not their secret to tell. So they just shrug and say it’s something A needs to figure it out on their own. The question keeps popping up, however. “Are you two still together?”. 

Of course they are, B thinks. They wouldn’t be able to feel this calm if they weren’t. They’d been together since high school. It couldn’t have ended that day at the library. No harsh words were spoken, nothing had been discussed about this. They weren’t over, not yet. 

But it sure feels like it. Lonely lunches and cold nights, solitary walks and endless rereading of past messages. B begins to wonder if they were wrong, after all, if they should have minded their own business. But it was hard to follow this line of thought. A means the world to them. Not to know if they were sick of not… Was scary to say the least. A world in which they weren’t there… It was terrifying. 

 ***

It’s late and B is laying awake once more. There is a storm raging outside. The sound of rain used to help them sleep fast. Not today. 

There is a knock at the door. They sit up and look at their phone. 2AM. Who could it be? Having nothing better to do, they get up, dragging themselves to the door. 

On the other side A is standing, all wet from the rain and trembling. 

“Hey.” B says, opening their arms before they could think of anything else to say. A slides into them, hugging them tight, crying. “What’s wrong?” 

“I did it. I did it, I took the test.” 

B holds their breath, but A doesn’t continue. 

“And?” 

A hugs them tighter. They take a little longer to reply. 

“I have it.” 

“Oh.” 

They stand there, halfway to the hallway for a long time, B holding A. They caress A’s hair, rubs their back. This is exactly what they were afraid of. But when they’re standing here, holding A… It doesn’t feel so daunting. 

“Hey.” They finally say. “Come inside. I’ll make us some tea.” 

A nods and lets themselves be guided inside. They sit on the bed, like they did so many times before, while B fills up the electric kettle on the bathroom sink and plugs it in. They sit down next to A, taking their hand. 

“I, uh… I didn’t mean to stay away, I…” A sniffed, rubbing their sleeve under their nose. “I just… I didn’t want to be sick. I thought… I thought I could make it go away, I…” 

“Hey.” B stops them, brushing their wet hair away from their face. “You don’t need to explain. You were right too, I need to respect your wishes. I just… I can’t help worrying about you. Because I love you, you know.” 

A smiles. 

“You say that like it’s so simple.” 

“What?” 

“I love you.” A tries it, playing with the hem of B’s shirt. “It’s easier when it’s with you.” 

B smiles, leaning over and kissing their forehead. They stay in silence, listening to the water boil, but not wanting to move. A sniffs again, cuddling closer to B. 

“I don’t… It’s… It’s not fair. That I have this. I never did anything. I was just… Born with it.” They say, their voice climbing up as emotion takes over. “And I… I’m so scared… And— And— I just— I didn’t want to do it alone.” 

B squeezes them tighter. 

“You’ll never have to do it alone.” B touches their forehead to A’s. “Whatever you have to do to… To keep it manageable, to work around it… We’ll do it together. I’ll be with you the whole time. Okay?” 

A looks up at them, their eyes still filled with tears. They’ve always had trouble accepting the things B so willingly presented to them. But in that moment, they feel so relieved that they can’t help but believe. They believe in B more than they believe in anything else. 

“Okay.” 

B gets up and brews them two cups of tea. They cuddle together in the single bed, listening to the storm outside, sipping tea and telling secrets. Tomorrow was terrifying. But tonight was good. 

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Caretaker has left whumpee with one of their friends to watch over them for the weekend. They dont think much of it but they have to come bacl early since the friend calls caregiver in a panic saying whumpee is freaking out. Caregiver realizes that the friend might've done something to trigger the whumpee on accident and has to cone back to comfort them

I am sooooooo so so so so sorry I took this long, I was focusing on writing my book and then editing it...  But here you go! 

From the end of a tunnel, Whumpee hears their name. 

It’s soft and it’s calm and it patiently calls them back. They want to resist. They want to stay down, stay on the ground. Maybe if they don’t move, if they stand still, the Whumper won’t get to them, not today. 

They’re gone. The soft voice reminds them. Nothing can hurt you, I promise. 

Promises, promises. What good were those? Well, didn’t the Caretaker promise to stay with them and then drove away? Of course, they had talked about it then. But how could the Whumpee know? How could they know what it would be like to be alone again after so long? 

They’re really sorry. They didn’t mean to. It was my fault, I should have told them about that word. 

With a jolt, the Whumpee realizes their eyes are open. They’re staring at a wall. Their hands hurt, grabbing on to each other under their bent knees, nails pressing so tight it was about to rupture the skin. 

The voice is coming from behind, as well as the consistent rubbing motions on their arms. Whumpee blinks, finally snapping back to reality. 

“It’s alright.” Caretaker says, as they’ve been saying for a while. “You’re alright.” 

Whumpee lets go of their own hands, feeling exhaustion on their muscles as they pull back. Caretaker stops, giving them space to move around. 

“Hey… Are you back?” 

Whumpee whirls around, still half waiting to see the Whumper. There is Caretaker, messy hair and new bags under their eyes that weren’t there before?

“Me? You’re back! I thought you were going to be away all weekend.” They look out of the window. How long were they out of sorts? There had been a long time since they blacked out like that. Wasn’t Friend supposed to keep on eye on them anyway?

“I came back early. I heard you weren’t feeling well.” 

Whumpee is quiet. They don’t remember not feeling well. They don’t remember anything but saying goodbye and the overwhelming fear of just now. They close their eyes, trying to force their memory. Finally, their eyes snap open. 

“Ah.” 

“Don’t feel bad. It wasn’t your fault. Or their. I didn’t tell them not to say… Those words.” 

Whumpee nods. They do feel bad. They weren’t bad words, at least they’re not supposed to be. But the mere memory of them already gets them shivering again.  Caretaker nods as if asking for permission and when Whumpee nods back, they sweep the smaller one up in a big hug. They’re warm and perfect and for a moment, Whumpee can bare to remember. 

Caretaker is so good to me, they had said to Friend, who nodded. I wish I knew why. 

Don’t be silly. Friend had replied. You know why. 

Whumpee shook their head, confused. Friend smiled. 

They do it because they love you. 

It should be such a good feeling, being loved. Being truly loved, so openly other people could see it. But not to Whumpee. Not with those words. Not after everything that happened. Whumpee could still hear. Whumper would put down the tool they were using that day. They would click their tongue and shake their head, as if Whumpee was just a silly child. 

You know I just do this because I love you.

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Human Whumpee & Vampire Caretaker

This is part two of THIS post I made yesterday. It’s pretty much the same concept with a different setting, but it follows yesterday’s cronologically some months in advance. Enjoy!

Caretaker almost drops a plate when the front door closes. They know it’s Whumpee by the sound of their heartbeat, even from here. They put the sponge down, taking a deep breath to calm themselves. 

Their meeting with the Whumper was still making their ears ring. So much was said that night, but only a couple of sentences kept repeating themselves. They find out eventually and hate you for it. Isn’t killing the most merciful option? They’ll never have to know then… Caretaker shakes their head, trying not to think about about. No? Whumper had said and then laughed. Well, I can do it for you. 

Caretaker knew they only wanted Whumpee gone so they’d come back to being their pet. Life was different when they didn’t know they could have friendship - or love, even. But Whumper always had a way to getting under their skin. As Caretaker touches the old bit on their neck, they can’t help but think “literally”. 

“Hey. I got take out.” Whumpee still has a blushed face from the cold out there. They smile, walking to Caretaker and giving them a peck to the cheek. “What’s that face? Look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” 

Caretaker shakes their head. 

“Ah, it’s nothing. Just got lost in thought.” 

They’d met a couple of months ago, when Whumpee was kidnapped and used by Whumper as a blood bank. They developed an odd kind of friendship before escaping together. But once the constant blood draw stopped and Whumpee slowly returned to themselves, Caretaker quickly found Whumpee didn’t know about their… Condition. 

Whumpee smiles and Caretaker can’t help to smile back, even if that makes their stomach churn. They don’t want to pretend anymore, but they can’t risk to lose them. 

“Always a thinker. Are you hungry?” 

They’re always hungry. They’ve been doing what they can with what they can find, but it’s nothing like the diet they used to have. Human food does almost nothing, but they pretend to eat as well not to raise awareness. 

“Sure. I’ll just finish these.” 

“Mind if I start without you? I’m starving and this smells delicious.” 

“Please, by all means. I’ll be done in a minute.” 

Caretaker is soothed by the sounds of Whumpee settling in, opening the boxes and humming “yummy yummy, this food is yummy”. In times like these, doing chores and listening to their best friend, they think back to their own human time, feeling like it wasn’t that far away. 

“I almost got home with the wrong food, can you believe that?”

“Really?” 

“Yeah. A worker almost gave me the wrong order and another had to get me when I was almost to the car. Glad they got me though. This one is amazing… I don’t remember their food being so good.” 

Caretaker nods, still a little distracted. They finish their dishes, putting it on the rack. Whumpee coughs, breaking the silence Caretaker didn’t realize had settled itself for the past few minutes. They can hear if they concentrate, the sound of a heart beating faster. 

When they turn around, Whumpee is grabbing their own throat, opening and closing their mouth like a fish. They try to stand up, but trip on the table, and fall right down, their body banging against the cold kitchen floor. A small gash opens on their forehead, blood trickling down. 

Caretaker’s instincts kick in, stronger than anything. They twist their brain, their body moving faster than the rest. Before they can stop it, their lips are against the gash, sucking it. 

There is bliss. They’ve been hungry for so long, try feel the animalistic impulse to open Whumpee up like a can with their teeth, only to get to more and more. The gash is too small, even if it’s pulsating with taste. 

Caretaker fights, grounding themselves on their senses. Whumpee’s skin is burning up. They smell something familiar - over the blood, Caretaker can smell it. He smelled it time and time before, but never seen anyone eat it. Mercy, they thought, knowing how stupid they had been! Of course. They’d meant the poison! The poison they used to dispose of non-obedient blood bags. The very one Caretaker saved them the night they escaped. 

When they finally manage to pull away, Whumpee is shaking, their breathing is ragged. Their lips are starting to turn blue. The red of a burn is covered by a burst of a bubbling liquid. Caretaker stands up, taking them to their arms. Maybe they can run to the hospital, maybe there’s still time. They only get to the door before Whumpee’s body seizes, almost falling from their arms. 

They hold the Whumpee so they won’t hurt themselves. By the time it ends, they can only hear the hiss of a breathing through the bubbles. They’re fast, but the hospital is far and they’ll never make it on time. 

There is only one antidote to mercy anyway… Immortality. 

They’d long promised they’d never do to anyone what had been done to them. They’d promised themselves they’d protect Whumpee from them, and that included from becoming one of them. They hated them as much as Caretaker hates being one. They did say they’d rather die than become one of these things. 

But as they hear their heartbeat slow, and their face covered in burns and foam, Caretaker can’t help but think “No. Not like this”. If the Whumpee didn’t want existence after this, fine. But they could choose it themselves. 

This decision was only part of the problem. It already had been hard to stop themselves once, when their blood was filled with Mercy. Now, with much purer blood, could they stop? Deciding they had to, they pull Whumpee closer to them. Whumpee’s head falls back with no resistance, showing the long neck. 

Caretaker’s teeth bite into it the second Whumpee takes in their last breath.

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