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whumpsday · 6 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #31

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content: vampire whumpee, recovery, comfort

@whumptober Day 31: “I thought that I was getting better.” / Setbacks / “Take it easy.”

didn't end up making it through whumptober, but here's the day 31 piece i had planned anyway :)

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It was one of those nights. A night where the faces of Kane’s tormenters haunted his mind both in dreams and awake.

Awake was worse. At least a dream, he could wake up from, safe and sound in his room below Jim’s house. But the memories, those were worse. They were real, his skin tingling as he recalled the pain. The snap of a forcibly-broken bone, silver pressed against vulnerable flesh, the sting of a cattle prod, the wrathful kiss of the sun.

He gathered up his blanket and crawled underneath his bed, wrapping himself up there. It still didn’t feel safe, even though he’d been freed. The missing lock on the basement door felt more exposing than ever. Kane never imagined he’d miss being captive so much, but being Jim’s captive was safe.

It only got worse as the sun rose. He couldn’t see it from down here, of course, but his clock told him all he needed to know. Now he was well and truly trapped, a sitting duck for any hunters who wanted to pay him a visit and reintroduce him to the pain he’d been so spared over the past months.

But the sun brought more than just terror, here.

Jim woke soon enough, giving the door a couple of knocks before peeking inside. “Kane? You in there?”

Just as Jim was about to leave– right, it was okay if Kane wasn’t there, he was free to come and go as he pleased now– Kane piped up, his voice small and scared. “Yes, sir.”

Jim sighed, the sad kind. “Bad night?”

“Mm-hm.”

Kane felt the bed creak above him as Jim sat down, the delicious smell of human blood ever-closer. “It’s really over. I know it feels like it’s not sometimes, but you’re not going back.”

“I know, I just–” The memories wouldn’t go away. His mind and body wouldn’t let him forget, no matter how far away he got, no matter how safe he was. “I thought I was getting better.”

“You are,” Jim assured him. “This just happens sometimes. Doesn’t mean you’re back to square one.” He set the blood down. “Take it easy and give yourself time. It’s been five months, you’ll get there.”

“Thank you,” Kane said, already feeling just a little better.

#whumptober2023 #no.31 #i thought that i was getting better #setbacks #take it easy #oc #fic #kanes whumptober bites #kane and jim drabbles #whump #my writing #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #recovery whump #comfort #hurt/comfort

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #6

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content: vampire whumpee, body mods (piercings), burns, torture, begging, mouth whump, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumper, starvation, captivity, referenced starvation-based weight loss

@whumptober Day 6 (Alt): Body Modification / Panic

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The hunter roamed Kane’s spread-eagle body with the piercing gun, indecisive. Everything burned, little points of agonizing pain nestled into him all over.

The silver laid in his ears, his brow, his nose, his belly button, and countless varied points across his body. Inserted carefully with a needle, or just punctured into his skin with the piercing gun. He squirmed where he’d been ratcheted down, helpless to resist even if he thought it would do any good.

The truth was, he’d have remained still and pliant even if they hadn’t restrained him at all. He knew resisting would only make everything worse.

“Eh, fuck it.” The hunter pinched the skin of his ankle, seemingly at random, and pressed the piercing gun to it.

Kane screamed as it joined every other point of contact with the horrible, burning metal, searing into him as his skin wept. As the hunter released his skin, the piercing settled practically against bone, no fat left to protect him after so long starving.

“Please, please, no more,” he begged, tears streaming down his face and sizzling on the silver resting against his cheekbones. They must have been going for almost an hour at this point.

“This looks so fuckin’ cool,” the hunter said to his partner, entirely ignoring Kane’s begging.

She shrugged. “It’s just gonna rip it all out once we let it up.”

“Yeah… oh, I know! I could do corset piercings, but between its arms, in back.”

Kane didn’t know what corset piercings were, but the meaning was clear: whatever it was, it would prevent him from ripping the silver out of him, the only thing that had been keeping him sane during the grueling process.

“No!” he wailed, struggling against his bonds as his panic flared. “Please, please, I’ve been good! Please don’t leave them in, I can’t, it hurts, please make it stop!”

The one without the gun smirked. “Or you could just leave it strapped there.”

“My way’s more fun. But first…”

The hunter grabbed Kane by the chin, hard, forcing his mouth open. Delicious human blood, right there, inches from his fangs, so close he could almost taste it, if only his jaw was stronger than the hunter’s hand.

“Careful,” his partner cautioned, though she didn’t sound too worried.

“I know what I’m doing. Tongue out, leech.”

Kane’s stomach rolled with dread, knowing exactly where this was going. Still, he knew he couldn’t do anything to resist. And maybe, just maybe, he’d get to taste–

The hunter quickly sent a piercing through the tip of his tongue.

It ripped a guttural cry from him, the silver quickly devouring the soft flesh of his tongue, charring it as the smell of burning meat got even closer. He kept his tongue stuck out, a meager attempt to stop it from burning the rest of his mouth.

“That’s better. No more whining. Alright, let’s flip you over and do the arms.”

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #2

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content: vampire whumpee, angst, captivity

@whumptober Day 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” / “They don't care about you.”

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“Mother…” Kane whispered, like a prayer. It wasn’t like she could hear him anyway, so it didn’t matter if he screamed it at the top of his lungs or remained quiet as a mouse. “Please save me.”

Realistically, Father would be calling his underlings to rescue him. It was a scenario he’d played through his head many times. Vampires would burst in, unlocking his cell door with a key they’d swiped from a safely hypnotized hunter, and take him home. Home, where he would finally be safe.

Sometimes, though, he got less realistic. Mother and Father would come break him out themselves, hugging him and telling him how much they’d missed him, how worried they’d been. It was easier to imagine with Mother. Father had always been distant, even before his flaw became apparent. But Mother… he and Mother used to be close, when he was a little boy. A century ago.

They don’t care about you.

He knew it in his heart to be true. They hadn’t missed him before his capture, and Kane knew they certainly wouldn’t miss him now, no matter how much he wanted to believe otherwise. Still, it was nice to dream.

The telltale footsteps of hunters echoed from down the hall, the delicious, terrifying scent of human drawing nearer and nearer. Another reminder that he was completely, utterly alone.

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #i'll call out your name but you won't call back #they don't care about you #oc #fic #captivity #kane and jim drabbles #kanes whumptober bites #whump #my writing #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #angst

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #12

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content: vampire whumpee, broken bones, begging, burns, torture, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumpers

@whumptober Day 12: Red / “I’m up, I’m up!”

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Kane’s breaths came ragged and worn, his arms trembling as he tried to push himself back to his feet. His legs were both broken by now, red pooling beneath him.

The blood-slick floor only made it that much harder. What with his trembling, his body screaming at him to rest as if that was a viable option, the heel of his hand slipped and he came crashing down to the concrete once again.

“Oh?” the hunter on his left piped up, interest piqued. “That all you got in you? Come on, aren’t you supposed to be some fearsome thing? You’re a vampire!”

“No!” Kane cried, terror seizing his heart. “I just– I just need a minute! A minute, that’s all, sir! Please!”

“Go ahead.” The hunter waved him on graciously, and Kane reignited his efforts to stand. If he could just get himself leaning upright against the wall, if that could be good enough–

His partner took a drag from his cigarette, a human invention Kane had come to despise since learning of it. He had no doubt that it would kiss his skin when the hunter had finished it, though at least the burn would be mild compared to silver. Hardly the least of his worries.

“It’s done,” this one argued, gesturing at Kane’s pathetic form as he desperately pushed through the pain that coursed through his whole body, chest heaving. “C’mon. You owe me ten.”

“Give it a minute! Jeez!” The first hunter crouched down, level with Kane, still struggling to lift himself off the floor. “What’d I say? You wanna go out there, vampy?”

Kane sobbed, managing a shaky nod. “No, sir,” he forced out, “I’m trying, I’m trying, please, it hurts!”

“No one gives a fuck. Get up.” The hunter stood back to full height effortlessly.

“I’m giving it five minutes,” his partner announced.

Five minutes or he’s forced outside to burn. It was a low-stakes bet to the humans, but everything to him. He tried again and again, making no attempt to hold back his cries of pain.

His legs wailed in protest as he forced them up, bent at awkward angles as he tried to balance himself against the wall. Blood painted it as he clawed at the rough surface, but it wasn’t rough enough for him to hold himself up, and his legs just couldn’t support him in their state.

“Two.”

Kane choked on horror, his time dwindling. He couldn’t go out there, he’d do anything to avoid the sun, anything–

He dragged himself, his starved body just light enough for his weakened arms to pull along until he reached the bars. Something he could grab, something he could pull.

Kane grit his teeth and grabbed the bars, the silver instantly searing into the sensitive flesh of his palms and the undersides of his fingers. He shrieked, pulling his hands back with a fitful sob.

“Clock’s ticking!” the hunter betting on him shouted.

Three quick breaths, as deep as he could make them. One, two, three.

He grabbed the bars again, the familiar smell of burning flesh returning as he attempted to hoist himself up. He couldn’t get himself quite standing, his hands weeping out and his legs only becoming more deformed by the second as he tried to force them into functioning, but he was close. He could be called ‘upright’, given a generous-enough interpretation.

“I’m up, I’m up!” he cried, tears blurring his vision as the skin on his hands turned angry and red to match the useless blood covering the floor.

“Is it, though?” the hunter with the cigarette asked.

“Please!” Kane sobbed. He couldn’t do better than this, he couldn’t. He just needed to stay out of the sun.

“It totally counts!” the other hunter agreed, and for a man who had smashed his legs to smithereens minutes earlier, Kane had never felt more grateful to him.

“Fine, fine. You win.”

Kane released the bars, torched hands falling on top of the rest of his broken body as he collapsed to the floor. It seemed as though every part of him ached with agony, but he knew exactly how much worse it could get.

He didn’t even flinch at the cigarette pressed to the side of his neck.

#whumptober2023 #no.12 #red #i'm up i'm up #oc #fic #torture #burns #cigarettes #broken bones #kanes whumptober bites #kane and jim drabbles #whump #my writing #begging #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #multiple whumpers #sadistic whumper

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #1

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content: vampire whumpee, torture, broken bones, whumper turned whumpee, referenced starvation, sadistic whumper

@whumptober Day 1 (Alt): Aftermath of Failure / Playing Cards / Broken

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"Looks like you're out, leech." The hunter grinned as he revealed his hand, obviously pleased with the outcome. “You know what that means.”

Kane’s fingers scrunched up where they rested on his thighs while the other hunters snickered, like he could protect them if he just hid them well enough.

He stared down at his losing cards with growing dread. “Yes, sir.”

The hunter held out his hand. Kane forced himself to uncurl his right, laying it in the hunter’s. His own deficiencies were even sharper there: his hand was bony from starvation, like his skin was vacuum-sealed around his bones. The hunter’s hand was thick and strong, his job physical and his access to nutritious food unrestricted. His own trembled slightly, while the hunter’s stayed steady and sure in his cruelty.

It didn’t take much. The malnutrition had left his bones brittle enough that all it took was the hunter bending his pinkie finger the wrong way until–

Snap.

Kane let out a yelp, his finger throbbing with pain. It wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened, not by a long shot. But it still hurt horribly, and would take weeks to heal completely in his state.

“There you go.” The hunter patted his hand–an extra dose of pain jolting through him at the contact. “Now, let’s get you dealt back in. You’ve got nine fingers left, after all. Who knows, maybe you’ll even win yourself a rest.”

“Yes, s-sir,” Kane replied, handing over his cards. He wished so badly that he could go back, play cards with his human again. Those had been some of the highlights for both of them, he could tell. The human always liked playing games. Kane may have made his life hell in many other ways, but at the very least, he never punished the human for winning or losing games. It was just… nice.

But he didn’t get to have nice things anymore.

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #8

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content: vampire whumpee, beating, burns, broken bones, multiple whumpers, begging, captivity

@whumptober Day 8: Outnumbered / “It’s all for nothing.”

another early-captivity one!

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Kane cried out as another silver-toed boot rammed into him, searing a welt into his chest. He’d grown so weak from hunger over the past weeks, a kick from a mere human was enough to send a crack through his rib, now.

He gasped, curling in on himself. Pathetic. He could hardly even bring himself to care how low he’d fallen in the face of so much–

It had been nearly two months since Kane ended up here, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was starting to lose his will to fight.

There was no chance. The more time went by, the weaker he became, his body floundering without any source of food. God, he was so hungry. What was the point of resisting? It was hopeless, and only earned him more trouble.

As humiliating as it was, he was starting to think that avoiding pain might be more important than–

Another hunter pressed the silver of his shoe into Kane’s cheek, and he screamed. He tried to thrash away, but there were too many of them, he’d lost count. So many hunters and only one him, broken and starving and when would it be enough already–

–His dignity. Something he’d valued so highly before. He was a noble, a son of Aldrich de Sang, he was meant to command respect. But he couldn’t do that here even if he tried, so what was the point?

It’s all for nothing.

“Please!” Kane cried, stopping his thrashing. “Please, sirs, I’m sorry! Have mercy!”

Such groveling was unbecoming of a noble vampire. His face burned with shame and silver alike.

As the silver retreated, he knew the shame would too, given enough encouragement. It had been over the moment the hunters had spotted him. He was already a shell of his former self.

#whumptober2023 #no.8 #outnumbered #it's all for nothing #oc #fic #beating #burns #broken bones #captivity #kane and jim drabbles #kanes whumptober bites #whump #my writing #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #begging

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #4

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content: vampire whumpee, starvation, electrocution, torture, captivity, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumper

@whumptober Day 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.” / Cattle Prod / Shock / “You in there?”

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The hunters laughed as Kane lunged forward again, pulling his chain taut. It wasn’t even silver this time, the steel more than enough to hold him in his starved state, but it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was the blood. Right there, glistening and red and rich and delicious and everything he’s ever wanted, dripping decadently from the hunter’s finger, forming a lovely red trail down his hand. Kane needed it more than anything. He couldn’t even find it in him to be afraid, in that moment, every ounce of his mind devoted solely to his desperate need for food.

He whined, eyes wild, trying to scramble forward as best he could, broken nails scrabbling against concrete floor. It was no use. The chain pulled at his ankle, stopping him from getting close. From sinking his fangs into that hand, into its owner’s neck, from drinking and drinking until he’s finally had his fill–

“You in there, parasite?” One of the other hunters poked him in the head with something plastic, but Kane couldn’t focus on that right now.

Fangs bared, he pulled and pulled, reaching his arms out desperately toward the bleeding hunter. His whines were louder now, and he managed to express a coherent thought: “Please, I need it! I’m so hungry!”

Another round of laughter.

“Oh, I dunno, I think you’re perfect just the way you are. Let’s see if we can get you under control another way.”

The plastic thing came back, but turned around this time, poking him in the chest with the other end– not plastic. Metal. He yelped at the burn, flinching back. But this was different from silver, not the same kind of burn.

As his eyes focused, Kane realized it wasn’t a burn at all, but a shock. They’d poked him with a cattle prod.

“I– I’m s-sorry, sir–”

The bleeding hunter squeezed his finger, another drop of blood oozing from the small cut. The last of the coherent thought vanished as the intoxicating smell intensified, and he leapt once more, his chain pulling tight and forcing him back to the ground.

He screamed as the other hunter stuck the prod into the back of his neck and held it there, not letting up.

“Not sorry enough. Don’t worry, we’ll teach you.”

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #11

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content: death wish / suicidal ideation, vampire whumpee, captivity, bear trap, broken bones, burns

@whumptober Day 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” / Animal trap / Captivity / “No one will find you.”

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The muscle in Kane’s leg spasmed as if crying out, crushed between shattered bone and hard metal. He whined in pain and tried to curl in on on himself, but any movement just made it worse.

With a sharp gasp, he abandoned the effort, lying limp on the floor of his cell, the bear trap snapped snugly around his leg. The silver, melted and slathered haphazardly over the trap’s jaws, pressed into his skin with enormous force as it desperately tried to close together, frustrated with Kane’s leg in the way.

It was always so much worse when it pressed in, and now it did it from both sides. A touch against silver was bad enough, but the way it pinched his skin between the jaws to sear into it, a white-hot flame that would never die, was unbearable. The pressure was greater than when hunters would push or pull him into the cell’s bars, and unlike a human, the trap was uninclined to ever let go.

But the hunters had left him like this, and he had no hope of removing himself from the trap until they returned. Kane whined again, louder this time, and pressed his face into the cool concrete floor, as if it could somehow cancel out the hellish burning.

“Help,” he gasped. A habit he’d been making less and less use of. He’d well lost track of how long it had been by this point, but it was obvious no one was coming to save him– and even more obvious that he was helpless to save himself.

There was only one way out, and that was death. And even that had been cruelly dangled out of his reach.

As long as his captivity felt, Kane knew that in reality, it was laughably short. Surely only a few years. He was young enough for a vampire, only barely past one-hundred. While a human his age would be on death’s door if they hadn’t already met it, and a human equivalent to him in physicality– thirty or so– would only live for sixty-odd more, he had more than a thousand years stretching beyond him, if he couldn’t earn a staking before then.

Even that hope was diminished, knowing the hunters had too much fun making him their plaything to let him meet death so easily. Perhaps in a century, when all his current tormenters would be dead and cycled out for new ones, the next generation of humans would have a change of heart.

It was little comfort to him now, the peace of death a distant dream. A shard of bone shifted in his leg and the trap cinched tighter, wringing a wail from his hoarse throat.

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed #animal trap #captivity #no one will find you #oc #fic #death wish #broken bones #burns #torture #kane and jim drabbles #kanes whumptober bites #whump #my writing #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #bear trap

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #15

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content: vampire whumpee, captivity

@whumptober Day 15: Makeshift Bandages

(day 14 will be posted at a later time this month bc i'm stuck on it)

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When Kane first arrived in his cell, he had more than he could ever appreciate. The hunters had taken everything from his pockets– a wise move, given the amount of damage he could have caused a human if he threw a key with all his might at the right angle– but he still had so much.

He’d had a long-sleeved, button-down shirt. He’d had long pants. He’d had a proper men’s jacket. He’d had socks. A plethora of cloth he could have used for any number of purposes.

Now, he had almost nothing, just a single pair of bloodstained shorts. So when the hunters left things behind, he made sure to make use of it.

Broken and bleeding, Kane dragged himself over to the trash they’d left in the cell. They’d take most of it out within the next few days, he was sure. As much as he wanted to collapse and let sleep nurse his pain for a short while, he had to get anything useful out of there while he could.

There, exactly what he’d been hoping for: paper. Some flier of sorts. Kane carefully tore it into shreds, placing it over the worst of his external injuries. It wasn’t often he could care for himself more than ripping out anything harmful the hunters had left in him. A rare treat.

With a placement over a nasty gash on his forehead, Kane sighed, laying himself down on the floor. That would at least stop the blood from getting into his eyes. Content with his small bit of self-comfort, he drifted off to sleep next to the rest of the litter.

#whumptober2023 #no.15 #makeshift bandages #oc #fic #captivity #kanes whumptober bites #kane and jim drabbles #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #whump #my writing

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #10

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content: vampire whumpee, attempted drugging, lab whump, needles, captivity, slight death wish

@whumptober Day 10 (Alt): Examination / Drugging / Lab Rat

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Kane held still, compliant as the visitor injected something into his arm. This was by far one of the most tolerable punishments the hunters would give him, though it had become less and less common as time went on, as they ran out of ideas.

It wasn’t a punishment at all, really, neither in intent nor experience. It never hurt– Kane refused to count the slight pinch of the needle as “hurt”– and it never had any of the effects the humans intended, either.

If anything, the worst part was the looks they would give him when it didn’t work. Like it was his fault, like he’d done something wrong.

“You’ll let me know if you feel anything different, vampire,” the visitor ordered. The man wasn’t a hunter, and always spoke to Kane in a voice devoid of both kindness and malice. Kane liked him for that. It was at least better than the hunters’ open sadism. “Anything at all. Dizziness, drowsiness, fatigue, pain, itching, lightheadedness, what-have-you.”

“Yes, sir,” Kane agreed. “It’s just– I’m always lightheaded and fatigued and in pain.”

“Beyond your usual,” the visitor amended.

The hunter escorting him rolled his eyes. “It’s not gonna work, doc. These things are just immune, you’ve tried everything by this point. Wish there was a way to bottle sunlight.”

Kane shuddered at the thought, beyond grateful there wasn’t.

“Have you tried artificial?” the visitor asked.

“Yeah, just gave it a regular sunburn, not the vampire kind. Not exactly gonna incapacitate one of these things for staking.”

The humans idly discussed various experiments they could try on him as Kane waited to see if the drug would take effect. Experiments for practicality, not torture. Ones they could take out into the field and use on other vampires, vampires who would only suffer for a moment before their lives are cut blissfully short, while he lives on.

On and on and on.

The visitor snapped his fingers to get his attention, pulling him from his miserable spiral. “It’s been fifteen minutes. Anything, vampire?”

“No, sir. I’m sorry.” Guilt crawled up Kane’s spine, as if he should have tried harder to feel an effect from the drug.

“Come here,” he ordered.

Kane stood, dutifully walking toward the bars. This was always his least-favorite part. The visitor had never pulled him forward into them to burn, but enough hunters had that even being within arm’s-length of the bars drenched him in dread. But he knew what the visitor wanted by now, and stepped all the way forward, until his face was mere inches from the torturous silver.

“Look at me.”

“Yes, sir.”

The visitor held a device up to each of Kane’s eyes as he stared dutifully ahead, shining a bright light in each one. It was the type of brightness he would have called painful before he knew what true pain was, but he did his very best to keep his eyes open wide. He could be good.

With a disapproving tsk, the visitor put the device away and motioned with a wave for Kane to back off. He gratefully scurried back to his corner.

The hunter sighed, irritated. “Thanks anyway, doc.”

“Of course. I’ll let you know when I have something new to try.” The visitor pointed to Kane. “You let any of your keepers know if you feel something later. Be good, now.”

“Yes, sir.” He wished all his tasks were so easy.

#whumptober2023 #no.10 #examination #drugging #lab rat #altprompt #oc #fic #needles #death wish #captivity #kane and jim drabbles #kanes whumptober bites #whump #my writing #lab whump #vampire whumpee #vampire whump

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #7

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content: vampire whumpee, captivity, stewing in fear, starvation, aftermath of torture

@whumptober Day 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.” / Radio Silence

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Silence was safe at the hunters’ base. Silence meant that no one was coming for him, that he had time to rest. And more than anything, Kane valued his quiet time alone.

It was never a surprise when the hunters came for him. As a vampire, his hearing was exceptional, as was his sense of smell. He was meant to be the hunter, the predator. Now that he was the prey, it worked just as well to let him know when danger was on its way, not that he could to anything to protect himself from it.

Footsteps on a staircase, raucous laughter, angry muttering, a heavy metal object scraping against concrete. All sounds that now sparked an insurmountable terror within him, roused him from exhausted sleep so he could kneel in waiting or huddle in the corner.

There were false alarms, of course. Hunters socialized on the floor just above him, their voices familiar from his most painful memories even when they spoke of things entirely unrelated to him. He could make out the tone, but not the words. One stepped toward the stairs and his whole body locked up, waiting to see if their footsteps retreated upstairs, or validated his panic and descended closer.

Kane was a vampire. He was a predator. He was starving. His body urged him to get closer, closer, ignorant of the cell he was trapped in, crying as he turned up the feast waiting so near. His mind cried the opposite, praying for the sounds to fade away as the humans stayed as far from him as they could get.

Someone high-fived a friend, and he flinched below, alone in his cell.

#whumptober2023 #no.7 #i paced around for hours on empty; i jumped at the slightest of sounds #radio silence #oc #fic #captivity #starvation #kane and jim drabbles #kanes whumptober bites #whump #my writing #vampire whumpee #vampire whump

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #5

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content: vampire whumpee, defiant whumpee, broken bones, torture, captivity

@whumptober Day 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.” / Pinned Down / “It's broken.”

this one's early captivity kane, when he still has fight in him :)

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“Fuck you!” Kane shouted, tears in his eyes and voice alike. He hated it. He’d always been an angry crier, and it didn’t help that he was terrified out of his mind, now, too.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

“That’s not very nice,” the hunter pinning him with a boot to the chest mocked.

Kane should have been able to crush him. He would have been able to, the pressure on his chest not even the mildest of inconveniences, but he hadn’t fed in over a month. His body was running on fumes. He hated how good the hunter smelled.

The thought snowballed, became inescapable, and he found himself weakly snapping at the hunter’s ankle. Pinned like this, it was just barely out of reach.

“Hey.” The hunter suddenly stomped down, a couple of Kane’s brittle ribs. He gasped, yanked out of his blood-crazed fervor.

“I’ll kill you,” he wheezed, any force he tried to put behind the threat dying. It was too hard to breathe, and the hunter’s boot still dug into his broken bones– it only made him cry more, until his view of his tormenter became too blurred with tears to make out.

The hunter laughed and pressed down harder. Kane would have screamed if he were able, shards of bone pressing into his lungs. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.”

#whumptober2023 #no.5 #you better pray i don't get up this time around #pinned down #it's broken #oc #fic #broken bones #torture #captivity #kane and jim drabbles #kanes whumptober bites #whump #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #my writing #defiant whumpee

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #13

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, reluctant whumper, knives, torture, burns, begging

@whumptober Day 13 (Alt): Hunting / Shaking / Reluctant Whumper

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This hunter was new, and he was weak.

Not weak in the physical sense– not any more than all humans are, that was. But he was reluctant, Kane could see it: the way his eyebrows creased, the way his lips pursed, the nervous way he held the knife stuck with bits of burnt flesh.

It was something Kane had learned to spot. Had to learn, for his own survival. Hunters like this were the ones to beg for it to stop for today, for a break, for a lesser punishment. The ones who responded to desperate eyes and rasped pleas. Of course, they were far rarer in this place, and most had left early-on when he was still naively defiant.

The signs were more obvious on this hunter than any he’d ever seen.

Kane looked up from where he laid strapped to the board, arms and legs pulled taut and banded to the corners with hot, unforgiving silver. He’d long since given up pulling at it, resigned as his wrists and ankles charred.

“Please,” he begged, choked-up with tears. “Please, sir, I’ll be good. Just–”

No more would be an audacious request, this early on. The hunter had barely started carving into him. DG, the sizzling mark on his collarbone read, bloodless and cauterized. Probably initials. He’d almost every combination of common letters he could think of burned or sliced into him.

As badly as he wanted to plead for no more, he relented for something more realistic. “P-please can I be unbound? I’ll stay still, I promise. I won’t resist. Please, it hurts.”

“Uh– I dunno…” The new hunter looked over, searching for approval from the hunter who’d come down with him.

The older man shook his head. “It’s your decision, Dawsey. Don’t look at me. This isn’t the field, you can do whatever the hell you want. You can keep carving it up, wuss out, or put it out in the sun for all I care.”

Kane sobbed, trembling with the terror of it all. “Please no, mercy, mercy please. I’ll be good!” he cried. “Don’t do it, sir!”

Dawsey looked down at him warily. It was blatant this hunter didn’t possess the sadism of his usual visitors, but was desperate to impress. Kane knew all too well what it was like to be so eager to prove himself like that. He couldn’t believe he’d ever cared so much about it, as if his parents’ opinions were anything compared to the safety he’d taken so for granted.

“Fine,” the young hunter decided, putting too much effort into making himself sound decisive. “But you step out of line and you’re going right back in.”

Kane let out a shaky sigh of relief. “I won’t, sir. Thank you, thank you for your mercy.”

Dawsey released the bindings, though the impressions of the cuffs remained burnt into his skin. Kane only dared move his limbs enough to keep them off the silver, then laid still. He was sure this one wouldn’t be too bad, all considered. His tormentor would relent after a short while if he took the pain well.

He shuddered, bracing himself as the silver knife plunged back into his flesh.

#whumptober2023 #no.13 #hunting #shaking #reluctant whumper #altprompt #torture #captivity #knives #burns #kanes whumptober bites #kane and jim drabbles #whump #my writing #begging #vampire whump #vampire whumpee

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Kane's Whumptober Bites Masterlist

Kane & Jim full series here:

Chronological masterlist

Writing order masterlist

The "Kane's Whumptober Bites" series takes place during Kane's captivity arc in Kane & Jim.

(unfinished oops)

Playing Cards

They Don't Care About You

Make it Stop

Cattle Prod

Pinned Down

Body Modification

Jumped at the Slightest of Sounds

It's All For Nothing

You're a Liar

Lab Rat

Hope's Destroyed

I'm Up, I'm Up!

Reluctant Whumper

Makeshift Bandages (#15)

Getting Better (#31)

#whumptober2023 #masterlist #kane and jim #kanes whumptober bites

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #3

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, torture, gore, burns, captivity, begging, death wish

@whumptober Day 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.” / Solitary Confinement / “Make it stop.”

takes place during section four of chapter 15, Hunger, when the hunters leave Kane outside for a week.

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The sun finally, finally set. Kane was used to having little idea of how much time was passing, but he was excruciatingly aware of it now. Day two of his punishment done.

See you in a week.

Five more to go.

For now, he had the night. It didn’t help much, not anywhere close to enough time for his broken body to heal the deep burns traversing his whole body, but at least he wasn’t actively burning under the sun anymore. The silver of his restraints barely registered against the giant mass of charred flesh his body had become.

His face melted together, his eyelids and lips each sealed shut. He could not stare wistfully at the night sky offering him a moment of refuge, nor could he cry out for mercy. There was no one he could call out to, anyway.

He’d never hurt more than he hurt right now. They’d never left him out for two days before. Kane had no idea how he was going to survive a whole week. He wished he wouldn’t. He wished he would die, could die.

But he couldn’t. He had to keep going, taking all the pain the hunters decided to hoist onto him, no other option available.

The night felt as short as the day felt long. Kane needed more time than it gave him, but despite his desperation, the sun rose come morning. He tried to scream as it licked his mangled skin once more, the sound caught in his sealed-shut mouth.

Make it stop! Please, please, I’m sorry! I’ll do anything, please let me back inside!

No one came.

#whumptober2023 #no.3 #like crying out in empty rooms with no one there except the moon #solitary confinement #make it stop #oc #fic #gore #death wish #torture #burns #captivity #kane and jim drabbles #kanes whump bites #whump #my writing #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #begging

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🩸 Kane & Jim Masterlist - Writing order 🩸

Click here for chronological order masterlist

(vampire whump, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker)

Jim had lived as the prisoner of a cruel vampire for years, forced to provide blood for his insatiable appetite, before finally escaping. A decade has passed since then, when he hears word of a vampire in the custody of a group of hunters matching the description of his former captor, Kane. Wanting closure, he negotiates to have custody of Kane transferred to himself. But when he finally lays eyes on the vampire, it’s like he’s a complete stranger: A sobbing mess begging for mercy, not the arrogant man he once knew.

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listed in writing order! click here for chapters sorted by newest update (and click here for canon drabbles sorted by newest update).

emojis indicate arc :)

❤️‍🩹 It’s Been a While (#1) + Bonus + Bonus 2

❤️‍🩹 Grateful (#2)

🏠 Run (#3)

☀️ A Peculiar Device (#4) - Kane’s captivity arc is interactive, see here! anything tagged “canon kane whump” is canon!

❤️‍🩹 New Rules (#5)

❤️‍🩹 Visitor (#6)

🏠 You’re Mine Now (#7)

🏠 Tomorrow (#8)

☀️ Sunrise (#9)

❤️‍🩹 For the Wash (#10)

🏠 Too Sick (#11)

🏠 Family Reunion Part 1 (#12)

🏠 Family Reunion Part 2 (#13) + Bonus

🌱 The Knight (#14)

☀️ Hunger (#15) + Bonus (coming soon!)

🏠 Quiet (#16)

❤️‍🩹 Papercut (#17) + Bonus

❤️‍🩹 Guilt (#18) + Bonus

🔪 Something New (#19)

☀️ Opened (#20)

🏠 Broken (#21)

🏠 Out (#22) + Bonus

🏠 Home (#23)

❤️‍🩹 Refusal (#23.5)

🏠 Happy Birthday (#25) - i know i’m putting 25 before 24 trust me it works better this way

❤️‍🩹 Understanding Part 1 (#24)

❤️‍🩹 Understanding Part 2 (#26)

⌛ Crunch (#E1) + Bonus

🏠 Rebellion (#27)

☀️ Make Me (#28)

🏠 Slice (#29)

🌱 Clean Break (#30)

☀️ Choices (#31)

☀️ Impending (#32)

❤️‍🩹 Reminder (#33)

🏠 Curls (#33.5)

🔪 Power (#34)

❤️‍🩹 Kane’s Mark (#35) + Bonus

☀️ Bystander (#36)

☀️ A Small Funeral (#37)

❤️‍🩹 Heat Wave Part 1 (#38)

❤️‍🩹 Heat Wave Part 2 (#39)

☀️ Better Vermin (#40)

🌱 The Contents of Several Unopened Envelopes Delivered to Kane de Sang (#41)

☀️ Raw (#42)

🏠 Everything’s Different Now (#43)

❤️‍🩹 Sweet 116 (#44)

🔪 Names (#45)

🏠 A Nice Thought (#46)

☀️ Failure (#47)

❤️‍🩹 Basement (#48)

☀️ Helpless (#48.5)

❤️‍🩹 Sunny Days (#49)

🌱 On Your Own (#50)

☀️ Locked In (#51)

⌛ Stay With Me (#E2)

❤️‍🩹 Trust (#52)

🏠 Healing Right (#53)

🏠 Bad Night (#54)

❤️‍🩹 Feeding (#55)

Drabbles: (this is all canon content, just in shorter pieces. much of kane’s captivity arc happens in here.)

🏠 Jim’s captivity drabbles: Calm Down, Midday Snack, Jim’s Nightmare, Fuck you

🔪 Intermission drabbles: Playing With Food

☀️ Kane’s captivity drabbles: Deserve, Dartboard, Stitched, Take a Deep Breath, Taunt, Collared, Healthy Snack, Problem Solved, Five Minutes, Keep That In, Go to Hell, Cement, Iron Kane-den, Dog, Light & Laughter, Greatest Wish, Kane’s Nightmare 2, Bites Him, Barbed Wire, Blowtorch, Useful, Into

☀️ Kane’s Whumptober Bites: Masterlist

❤️‍🩹 Kane & Jim Present arc drabbles: Kane’s Nightmare, Bloodsucker, Stairs, Fangs, Sunburn, Haircut, Kane’s Bad Day, Jim’s Bad Day, Mirror, Thirty-Four, Spilled Blood

⌛ Epilogue drabbles: Accident

🩸 Click here for part 2 of the masterlist because i was approaching the link limit! contains:

AU writings where Kane & Jim get into new situations

Crossover series

Fanfiction

Related series set in the same universe

And more!

#masterlist #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #vampire whumper #whumper turned whumpee #whumpee turned caretaker

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