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Kane & Jim #E1: Crunch

~ Whumpmas in July Day 9: Falling ~

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content: child in danger (unharmed), vampire whumpee, mild gore, begging, fluff, hurt/comfort

my first epilogue piece! the advantage of a non-chronological story is i can do whatever i want, including posting epilogue chapters while the story’s still in progress.

takes place 8 years after the beginning of the present arc.

Kane had never been the outdoorsy type, but Liz was the most outdoorsy person he knew. Jim would often accompany Liz’s family on hikes, usually during the day. Jim was okay going out at night now, so long as he wasn’t alone, but he still felt safer during daylight.

Tonight was different. Tonight, they would be setting out at sundown, so Kane could join in. He was a little nervous, to be honest. Liz was always friendly toward him, but there was an air of tension whenever Billy was around. It was obvious she didn’t like having a vampire around her child. Kane tried his best to respect that, keeping his distance whenever possible. It wasn’t hard: Liz had only ever allowed him around the boy a handful of times in the three years since his birth.

But tonight, Billy would be in attendance. Laken wasn’t even coming along, the early bird that they had become since retiring from being a hunter, but Billy had reportedly thrown a tantrum about not being invited until Liz and Laken gave in.

Kane wasn’t great with children, always just felt awkward whenever he interacted with the boy. He was an uncle a dozen times over, something that tends to happen when you have six older siblings, but most of his nieces and nephews were hundreds of years older than him, and he hadn’t even met most of the younger ones.

They were meeting Liz and Billy there. Kane nervously fiddled with his backpack- it was Jim’s really, and mainly contained the supplies for Jim to cook the humans’ late dinner, but he’d offered to carry it. It weighed practically nothing to him.

“You ready to go?” Jim asked, a big smile on his face. For once he wasn’t wearing a turtleneck, finding it too restrictive to hike in, the twin scars on his neck out in the open.

“Mm-hm.” Kane confirmed, continuing to anxiously re-adjust the straps.

“Hey, you’re gonna love it.” Jim insisted. “I’ve done this trail once before, the view from up there is fantastic. It’s a full moon tonight, too. The only thing I ever get a problem with on these is getting too exhausted, or goddamn bug bites, and you don’t have to worry about either of those. Fuck, I’m still gonna be the only one out of breath, since Liz is a beast and she’ll be carrying Billy.”

Kane grinned. “I can carry you if you need me to.”

“Oh, ha ha, laugh it up.” Jim rolled his eyes. “Don’t complain if I end up taking you up on that.”

Kane laughed. “I won’t.” He was still nervous, but he was already feeling a little more at-ease. It was going to be fine. Jim would be there the whole time.

“What’s got you so antsy, anyway?” Jim asked, too good at picking up on Kane’s moods.

“Liz gets... tense whenever I’m around her child.” Kane admitted. “I don’t want to make things uncomfortable.”

“If Liz didn’t wanna bring Billy, she wouldn’t have. She knows how to say no to a three-year-old. Don’t worry about it.” Jim waved his concern away.

“Okay. Yes, you’re right.” Kane agreed.

Liz was cagey as usual, but still polite and friendly. She seemed genuinely excited to share her hobby with him, and had re-introduced him to her child.

“Do you remember Uncle Jim’s friend, Billy? This is Kane, remember?”

“He has big teeth!” Billy declared.

“Yes.” Kane replied awkwardly, suddenly shy about his fangs.

It was a beautiful night on the trail, the moon bright and round. Kane adored the early night’s sky, bringing safety from the sun. Jim was right. He did love this.

Kane was able to add something to the experience, too. He could see better in the dark than the humans could, had superior hearing and smell. Everyone, especially the child, was particularly delighted when he pointed out a deer they would have somehow missed- its presence was obvious to him, but apparently not to a human.

Other than the the glee when Kane pointed something out on the trail, Billy mostly ignored him in favor of the two adults he knew better, eventually falling asleep while Liz carried him.

“Ugh.” Jim complained. “This one’s so long. How much farther?”

“We’re almost there, quit whining.” Liz answered.

“Give me a break, I’m the oldest one here. How are you totally fine when you’re carrying a whole kid?”

“I’m more than eighty years older than you.” Kane interrupted, slowing his pace to match his friend.

“That doesn’t count, you goddamn spring chicken.” Jim retorted. “You know what, fuck it. I’m cashing that promise. Carry me.”

“Language.” Liz chastised.

“Pssh, he’s literally out cold. And a little cursing never hurt you when you were a kid.” Jim waved her off as Kane easily scooped him up in his arms.

Liz chuckled. “I cannot believe you right now. Looks like we’re both carrying babies, Kane. Mine cries less.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Jim said, but his smile betrayed him. Kane laughed.

They arrived soon enough at the peak, a clearing in the wooded area overlooking a cliff. Kane set Jim down and handed him the pack, Liz waking her child up for food.

Kane approached the edge of the cliff. He could see a flat, rocky area directly down below, as well as the wooded beginning of the trail a little further. The land seemed to stretch on forever under the starry sky.

“You were right, Jim. This is beautiful.” Kane said, dazzled.

“Told ya.” Jim agreed through a mouthful of human food.

The four of them sat around, chatting idly while they enjoyed the night. Billy got bored with the adults’ conversation, wandering around nearby.

The boy suddenly ran for the cliff and looked over in wonder before turning his head back around. “Mommy, we’re so far up!” he squealed in delight.

“Billy, get away from the edge!” Liz chastised urgently as she ran in a beeline for the boy.

Perhaps it was the sudden seriousness of his mother’s voice, or the way she was running at him, but for some reason, the child took a couple of steps back. His uncoordinated little feet tripped over a rock.

The child disappeared over the edge.

“NO!” Liz screamed, seemingly loud enough to shatter glass. It was a sound more full of anguish than anything Kane had ever heard in his life.

Kane didn’t even stop to think.

He ran as fast as he could, following Billy off the cliff. The fact that he’d propelled himself allowed him to catch up to the boy quickly, wrapping him in his arms.

The child was screaming. Kane quickly positioned himself under him, his back facing the quickly-approaching ground, and pushed up. The boy seemed to still in the air for a moment.

Crunch.

Kane’s back hit the ground and his entire body exploded with pain, only intensified when Billy landed on top of him with a thud a second later, still wailing.

He couldn’t move. Not an arm, not a leg, not his head. Everything was broken and everything hurt. His breathing was labored and ragged, the distantly familiar feeling of something piercing his lung greeting him. The back of his head hurt the worst, where it’d hit the ground.

Someone was screaming something. The voice was familiar, too. They were too far away for Kane to make out the words.

Kane hadn’t been in this much pain since- since-

No, he wasn’t there. He was out. He’d been out for years.

He could see the cruel grin of a hunter looming over him. He couldn’t move. He was strapped to the board.

No, he could hear a child crying. There were no crying children in the hunters’ compound. The only one who cried here was Kane.

Billy. It was Billy, Liz’s son, he remembered. Kane couldn’t move his head, and one of his eyes saw only the dark red of his own blood. He focused the other to his right, where the boy sat bawling. He appeared to have no major injuries.

Kane’s own body was a different story, he discovered when he looked down at himself. There was so much blood. Everything was bent wrong. He couldn’t look at it for more than a second.

The agony was all-consuming. It was not the worst he had ever felt, nothing held a candle to the sun’s wrath. But that didn’t matter. The sun wasn’t here right now, this pain was.

He needed it to stop. He needed them to stop, please stop, no more. He attempted to beg the hunters for mercy, but no words came out. Something was in his lung.

Time seemed meaningless through the haze of pain, but eventually he saw Liz, running past him to her child. She was followed shortly by Jim, who knelt at Kane’s side.

“H-hey man, you’re gonna be okay.” Jim’s voice was shaky and fearful as he reached out to brush Kane’s hair out of his face.

Jim. Jim was safety. Jim would help him. Jim would save him from the hunters. Kane looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Please. He mouthed.

Jim was crying, Kane noticed. “I know, buddy. You’re gonna be fine, I promise. I promise. Everything’s gonna be alright.” He turned to the side. “Liz, how’s Billy?”

“He’s okay.” Liz breathed, hugging him tight. She was crying too, even more than Jim was. The boy was still screaming in his mother’s arms.

“Thank god.” Jim sounded relieved. Kane was relieved too. The child was safe. Wait, he was confused. Wasn’t he with the hunters?

Liz locked eyes with Kane, looking like she was seeing him for the first time, her face streaked with tears. “Thank you.” she said emphatically.

Kane couldn’t respond. He couldn’t do anything.

Please make it stop. It hurts.

“Shit, Liz, how are we gonna get him home?” Jim asked.

Home. Home was good. Yes, please take him home.

Liz was still trying to soothe her son, holding him to her shoulder, facing him away from Kane. Her brows furrowed in concern. “Hmm... Ideally we could just wait for him to heal enough to be able to move him safely, but the sun would come up before then.”

Kane felt panic spike inside him. Please, the hunters couldn’t leave him in the sun like this. He couldn’t take it.

Please no, he mouthed. A weak whine managed to escape from his mangled body.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Kane. No one’s leaving you in the sun.” Jim assured. Kane relaxed slightly at the words. Jim was always right about these things.

“I think…” Liz continued, “We need to knock him out first. Otherwise it’s going to be pretty bad, in terms of pain.”

No more pain. He couldn’t do any more pain, not more than this.

“How?” Jim asked.

“I’ve got it. Here, take Billy. Don’t let him look.”

“Alright. Be careful with Kane, okay? I don’t think he’s a hundred percent… here.”

Kane felt fear rise in him as Jim left his side to take the crying child. He needed Jim. Jim was safe.

Liz knelt in his place. “Thank you. Thank you for saving my son. I know you’re in a lot of pain right now. This is gonna look scary, but I’m just gonna knock you out because it’d hurt too much to move you otherwise.”

She pulled her silver knife from her belt.

Kane whined as loud as he could, which wasn’t very much.

Please no. Please. I’ll be good. he mouthed desperately, his eyes full of fear.

The familiar-looking hunter looked sad. “I’m not going to hurt you, Kane. I’m just gonna make you go to sleep, okay? You’re… safe.”

Kane didn’t understand. Nothing was making sense. Where was he? The hunter moved the silver to the back of his head and Kane tried to thrash, to get away, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t take the burning on top of this, please.

For a fraction of a second, the gaping hole in his skull ignited in searing agony.

And then everything went dark.

Kane awoke to a world of pain.

He whined as he brought his hand to his head, feeling like his brain was pulsating out of his skull. His entire body hurt, especially his back and head.

“Hello, love. How are you feeling?” Bellamy asked.

“Urrrgh.” Kane groaned.

“Yes, that’s about what I’d expected.”

Kane blinked open his eyes blearily. He was in his bed, down in the basement at home. Safe.

Bellamy carded his hand through Kane’s hair. The motion felt nice, soothing, familiar. Despite the pain, Kane felt himself start to relax.

“I’m told you took quite the fall.” Bellamy continued. “I came as fast as I could. That was a very brave thing you did.”

“Wha’happen?” Kane asked sleepily.

“Oh, dear. Jim could surely explain better than I could, given that he was present. I can go fetch him right now, if you’d like. He’s right upstairs.” Bellamy’s voice was soft and gentle. Kane liked that.

“Jim.” Kane repeated.

“Alright. One moment, then.” Bellamy pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before standing up, the hand that had been petting his hair sticky with congealed blood.

Bellamy dashed up the stairs, returning a moment later just as he’d said, Jim in tow.

This was good. He couldn’t be safer than he was with Jim and Bellamy both here.

“Hey, bud. How you feeling?” Jim asked.

“He said he was feeling ‘urrrgh’.” Bellamy supplied helpfully.

“Yeah, looks about ‘urrrgh’.” Jim confirmed.

Kane tried to nod his head, stopping abruptly with a little cry as the pain increased tenfold.

“Don’t move like that, you’re pretty banged-up.” Jim said. “Bel, you got the thing?”

“I do in fact.” Bellamy pressed a pouch of blood into Kane’s hands, and he suddenly realized he was so hungry. The hunger scared him, and he sunk his fangs in immediately, sucking up all the sweet blood inside while Bellamy gently rubbed his shoulder. As he always did with the disposable packages Bellamy brought, he ripped it open and licked up every remnant sticking to the plastic, unwilling to let a single drop go to waste.

“Yeah, you’ve been out for a day, missed a meal.” Jim informed him. “You healed all the worst stuff while you were sleeping, though. You looked like spaghetti and meatballs with a lotta tomato sauce when we brought you home, but you only look a little out of sorts now.”

Kane knew spaghetti and tomato sauce, Jim made those with frequency. “What are meatballs?”

“Don’t worry about it. Point is, you’re already a lot better and you’ll probably be all the way better by the end of the day. You’re alright.” Jim said.

“Thank you.” Kane appreciated the assurance. He still half-expected his healing to be slowed like it was with the hunters, despite being fully fed. He hadn’t experienced too much of his normal healing in the years since, at least not with anything serious.

The knowing it would go away soon bled the last bit of tension from him. He was going to be okay. Looking back and forth at Jim and Bellamy, Kane knew he was loved.

edit: BONUS CONTENT AVAILABLE HERE! jim’s pov!!

don’t worry about physics inaccuracies because i sure didn’t

SORRY SORRY I KNOW i keep uploading everything except ch 26. IT IS COMING. i swear.

check out these other two things i also wrote for whumpmas in july hehe

Lost at Sea

Numbers Game

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littlefoxesonthehillside · 4 years

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1: What eye color do you find sexiest? I guess blue? Eye color isn’t something on my mind that often, honestly.

2: White, milk, or dark chocolate mocha? Dark.

3: If you could get a Sharpie tattoo on your back, what would it be? Probably a movie quote or something.

4: Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it? I grew up in Murfreesboro, Tennessee. It's a bit of a mid-sized town just outside of Nashville. Much bigger than when I was young, but decent sized. I like/liked it very much. I still live there, as a matter of fact.

5: Your favorite adult as a child? (and not your parents, if they were your favorite) My uncle.

6: What kind of smoothie sounds really good right now? Banana.

7: Most embarrassing moment from your elementary school years? I didn’t make it to the bathroom once.

8: Most embarrassing moment from your middle school years? A fight I had with a friend.

9: Most embarrassing moment from your high school years? Another fight I had with a friend.

10: Pirates or ninjas? Why? Pirates. Because I like the sea and the way they talk.

11: Have you ever climbed a tree more than twenty feet off the ground? No.

12: Did you like swinging as a child? Do you still get excited when you see a swing set? Yes to both.

13: If you could have any pet in the world, illegal or not, what would you get? A dog.

14: What's your most favorite part of your body? My eyes.

15: What's your most favorite part of your personality? Empathy.

16: Madonna or Lady Gaga? Neither? Both? Who cares? Madonna, though I do adore Lady Gaga.

17: Have you ever watched the Superbowl all the way through? A couple of times.

18: Have you ever watched any major sporting event drunk? No.

19: What's the most delicious food you've ever eaten in your life? P I Z Z A

20: Margarine or butter? Which did you grow up with? Butter.

21: Whole, skim, 1%, or 2% milk? (Did you know they make 1 1/2% milk?) Whole. I didn’t know they made 1 1/2%.

22: Which continents have you been on? North America.

23: Do you get motion sickness? Any horror stories? No horror stories to be honest, but motion sickness is something I’ve struggled with for a long time. I have to take medication for it.

24: Backpacks or satchels? I’ve always been a backpack guy, but satchels are nice.

25: Would you wear a rainbow jacket? A neon yellow sweater? Checkered pants? I’m sure I would.

26: What was your favorite cartoon growing up? Rugrats.

27: If you had to have a cow or a pig, which would you take? Why? I like both, but I’m gonna go with the cow for this one. I imagine a cow would require less maintenance.

28: If you had to look at one city skyline for the rest of your life, which would it be? Maybe Chicago.

29: Longest plane ride you've ever been on? I’ve never been on a plane.

30: The latest you've ever slept? 2:00 in the afternoon. Although, I was in the hospital with my dad all night, so...

31: Would you buy a sweater covered in kitten pictures? Would you wear it if someone gave it you for free? Yes to both.

32: Do you pick at scabs? Oh, absolutely. Blackheads, too.

33: Favorite kind of bean? Kidney? Black? Pinto? I’m a black bean guy.

34: How far can you throw a baseball? Not terribly far.

35: If you had to move to another country, where would you move? New Zealand.

36: Have you ever eaten Ethiopian food? Vietnamese? Korean? Nepalese? How was it? I don’t think so.

37: Small, liberal arts school or public university? Why? Well, I graduated from a public university, so I’m gonna go with what I know and for that reason.

38: A relationship with love or one with sex? Love, but both would be ideal.

39: Do you eat enough vegetables? I try.

40: Do you like horror movies? How about thrillers? Yes. I like all kinds of movies.

41: Would you scratch a crotch itch in public? Depends on how bad it is.

42: Do you swear in front of your parents? Yes.

43: Coolest thing you've ever been for Halloween? Kane from WWF/E.

44: If you could change your natural hair color, would you? To what? Rouge.

45: Do you want to get married? Have kids? Yes to the first, maybe to the second.

46: Do you use a reusable water bottle? If not, you should. I do and I agree.

47: City or nature person? Nature.

48: Have you ever used something other than "makeup" as makeup? (Like paint? Markers?) No.

49: Can you walk well in high heels? Even if you're a guy? I can’t. I need more practice.

50: Post 5 awesome things about yourself. BRAG AWAY! 1. The first thing that popped into my head was the 30 Rock bit where Liz has Josh list five reasons she’s better than him to get revenge for trying to get out of his contract. So that’s one, obviously. 2. I’m a people pleaser. Anything I can do that helps someone else makes me happy. 3. I have a large DVD/Blu-ray collection. 4. I make pretty decent photographs. 5. I have an innate gift for prose and technical writing. I once had an English professor tell me that I write better than some of his grad students.

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