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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

Part 3 of this installment of Sol and Lo's story. We left off here. Masterlist is here. CW: Vampire whumpee, manhandling, restraints, gagged, nonsexual nudity, defiant whumpee. Vampires are seen as animals by humans and are treated as such.

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Solomon awoke to a pounding behind his eyes, and his muscles limp and aching. His forehead was pressed into rough wood beneath him, and he grunted as his body was jostled- his head bouncing up to thud back down. Trying to move his arms felt futile as he realized they had been bound behind his back. Looking up he could see two of the four men that had tackled him to the ground. 

Recollection came back slowly and he realized he was in the back of a wagon- being jostled along a road. He tried to speak- tried to ask any questions to figure out where he was going but there was a cloth tied around his mouth. 

He closed his eyes tight to try and block out the pain and eventually the wagon rolled to a stop. The men grabbed his ankles, dragging him out into the cold night air and forced him to stand. His body still felt shaky and limp and he staggered on his feet. Before Solomon could even get a good look at where they were, he was surrounded on all sides by Ivan’s men. One on either side gripped his arms, keeping him upright, while another led the group in front and another behind, shoving a rod in his back to keep him moving forward. 

What Sol could make out from his surroundings was a large house- made entirely of stone, and surrounded by thick forest on all sides. They were definitely far from the village. 

He was ushered inside through a large wooden door, and taken through several hallways into a large, open area. The walls were made of stone, chains bolted into them, cots lined along the floor. There were a few vampires, curled up, or bound in the chains, wearing the same pale clothes- with the same haunted look in their eyes- staring up at Solomon as he walked past. 

Ivan came to the front of the group, meeting Solomon’s eyes as they continued to walk through the house. 

“This is where you will stay. You will be assigned a cot, and a new set of clothes. However, these are privileges you must earn. Your comfort, your food, your dignity are things that are given to you because you deserve them. You must prove that with your behavior, understand?” 

Solomon stayed silent, refusing to even look at him, keeping his head held high. 

He was led into a near empty room, and brought to a wooden chair in the center. The men forced him to ;sit and before he could resist his bound arms were tied to the chair, and then his ankles as well. 

They untied the cloth from around his mouth and Sol felt the ache in his jaw already. 

“Don’t speak. You are to only speak unless spoken to.”

“Fuck you.” Solomon mumbled. There was a hand, sharp and quick against the side of his face and he groaned as the pounding in his head worsened. 

Ivan’s hand tangled in his hair, wrenching his head back as he leaned down to hiss in his ear. 

“That is one of the most simple rules we have. If you can’t even follow that one, you are going to have quite the time here.”

Solomon spat back in the man’s face, grinning as he staggered back, wiping it off his face with a handkerchief. Ivan shook his head and motioned to the other men, stepping back with a smirk on his face. 

There was a hand on top of his head, a glint of metal at the corner of his eye, and his hair was yanked. The man behind him gathered Solomon’s hair into one fistful, pulling it away with a harsh yank that made Sol hiss. 

“How much sir?” He asked. 

“All. Take all of it.”

“What- wait- no!” Sol cried, bucking away from the man’s grip. He thrashed in the chair but his head was wrenched back. “No- don’t you take my hair- don’t-“

His cries were useless as the shears cut away at the back of his head. In a few snips, his long dark locks had fallen to the floor- shorn off right at the nape of his neck. 

Ivan prowled around the chair, grabbing a handful of the thick hair. He held it up, examining it and dangled it in front of Sol’s face. His hair had previously fallen around his waist- the detached ends now trailing across his lap and spread across the floor. 

“Nothing belongs to you now.” He spat. “Every part of you, every single inch is for your owner. You are an item- a possession- an object designed and created for human use. Because you are a monster. The sooner you realize that, the easier your life will become.”

Solomon glared up at Ivan, tears welling in his eyes. 

“Fuck you.” He snarled again. “Fuck. You!”  

As he went to spit once more in the man’s face, the wad of hair was shoved in his mouth. Ivan clamped his hand down around Solomon’s jaw as the vampire bucked in the chair, pulling tight against his restraints. Ivan’s other hand locked around his throat as he did his best to hold the vampire still. 

Solomon continued to buck, the ropes digging into his wrists, the chair clattering against the floor. 

“Hold still.” Ivan commanded. “You don’t want him to shave off an ear on accident, now would you?” He held Sol’s head tight as the vampire struggled for breath and nodded to the man behind. “Continue. Like I said- take it all.”

Tears leaked out of Solomon’s eyes- and he did his best to hold still despite the lack of breath and his bubbling anger. He could feel the snip of the shears close to his skin- cutting his hair as short as possible, before the was a cold blade against his scalp- shearing off every inch of hair that was left. 

Ivan eased up his grip on Solomon’s throat and removed his hand from his mouth as they finished- leaving just a faint sheen of the dark hair against his scalp. 

Solomon spat out the wad of hair- staring at it where it fell on his lap. His hair had been so long- it had been literal decades since it was last cut. And now it was gone. Just like that. 

He hunched over in the chair, coughing and sputtering to get his breath back- his body trembled, lungs burning. 

He wanted to scream. 

He wanted to throw Ivan to the ground, sink his fangs into him, and tear him into pieces. He was the true monster. And if that’s what he thought Solomon was, that’s what he would become. 

The man behind him bent down to untie his wrists and ankles, leaving Solomon free of his bonds for a moment. 

“Stand, and strip.” Ivan commanded. 

Solomon pulled his hands forward, rubbing his wrists and shakily brought his hands to his head. He felt over the cool skin, his hands trembling as he brought them back to his lap, his hands clenched in fists.

“I’ll give you one more chance to obey on your own or we’ll do it for you. Stand, and remove your clothes.”

Solomon shakily stood from the chair, his legs trembling slightly. He held his head low on his chest, and then quickly turned back around, picking up the chair as he did so. 

In a swift move he swung the chair behind him to the other man, crashing it down over his head and shoulders. 

Solomon screamed- he cried out as the man crashed to the floor, and he threw himself on top of him. He pinned the man down- and was able to land a few good hits before the other guards rushed into the room. They pried Solomon away as he tried to lock his hands around the man’s throat- snarling and screaming as they did so. 

Ivan stood by the door, arms folded across his chest as the men threw the vampire to the floor. 

He watched as the creature pulled one of the men down with him, immediately rolling over to climb on top and start raining blows down to his face. It was three against one, yet the vampire was holding his own. One of the men held his baton against the vampire’s throat, pulling tightly from behind- yet the creature gripped the back of his shirt, throwing him over his head to crash to the ground. 

The vampire clambered off of the guard, making his way to his feet before heading straight for Ivan.

“Fuck you!” Solomon snarled. “I’m going to tear you into pieces!” He screamed. Before the vampire could reach him, one of the guards managed to get to his feet and swung a blow to the side of the creature’s head. It knocked Sol off of his feet and he went crashing to the ground once more in a heap of limbs. 

He snarled and spat- baring his fangs and thrashing against the ground as another blow from the batons crashed down to the other side of his head. Sol rolled over and spat out blood from where he had bit his cheek. He groaned as he clambered to his hands and knees but there was another blow to his back- and then another in between his shoulder blades. 

With a signal from Ivan, all three of the guards let loose onto the vampire. He collapsed onto his stomach as they beat him- crashing the rods down over his back, his legs, and ribs. 

Solomon screamed- crying out with desperate, angry sobs as he was brutally beaten. He spat blood from his mouth onto the cold stone ground below, his head spinning and body trembling until finally they stopped. 

“Strip it.” Ivan commanded. 

Solomon tried to pull himself up to his hands and knees, pulling his limbs underneath him- but it was useless as his limbs were grabbed and pulled away from the safety of his chest. 

One of the guards grabbed the thin tunic shirt he was wearing and pulled it up and over his chest. His trousers were grabbed next, pulled down over and off his hips, leaving him completely laid bare. 

Sol curled in on himself, desperate to shield his body from their prying eyes. He could sense their stares at the scars on his back, the brand at the bottom of his neck. 

He gasped as a bucket of cold water was dumped over him. He blinked the water away from his eyes, trembling and shivering as a second one came crashing down right over his head. 

Sol coughed and sputtered as it rushed up his nose and poured down his throat. 

“Stand up.” Came another command.

Solomon said nothing, gasping and writhing on the floor in pain.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

“Fuck off.” He spat. “You can’t make me do shit.” 

Ivan responded with a chuckle, and there was another blow to his back. Solomon winced, but made no inclination to move. 

“You’ll find very quickly that I can make you do whatever I want.” Ivan knelt down near Solomon, gripping a hand underneath his chin and turning his head sharply to hiss in the vampire’s ear. 

“If you refuse to listen, I’ll just have to pay your dear little human a visit. Who knows, maybe we can bring them here to join you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You wouldn’t-” Sol whispered.

“We both know dear Marlowe isn’t as innocent as they seem.” He hissed. “A few nights spent locked up, a turn at the whipping post, I’m sure it wouldn’t take much to get them to admit everything between you was consensual. And then you’d never see them again.”

Ivan threw Solomon’s head back towards the ground as he stood up and backed away, waiting for the vampire to move. 

“Your choice.”

Solomon hung his head and spat a wad of blood onto the floor, pulling his arms underneath him before shakily rising to his feet. He stood, hands clenched in fists at his sides, head held high, avoiding Ivan’s gaze. 

“Now that’s a good vampire.” He chuckled as Solomon flinched, resisting the urge to lash out and tear Ivan apart. 

He slowly paced around the vampire, scanning every inch of his naked body. Ivan came a few inches shorter, yet held himself with an air of authority that led every other man in the room to defer to him without a second thought. 

Solomon flinched as Ivan’s hand brushed over the back of his neck, fingers grazing over the scar of his brand. The brand that showed the tribe he had dedicated himself to. The tribe that he abandoned, murdered one of his own- and left them all behind without a second thought. 

That brand was as much a part of him now as the dead locks of hair on the ground.

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Tag List: @imagination1reality0 @thecyrulik @whumpsday @termsnconditions-apply @spectral-whumpy-writer @raddyscoops 

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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

Part 3 of this installment of Sol and Lo's story. We left off here. Masterlist is here. CW: Vampire whumpee, manhandling, restraints, gagged, nonsexual nudity, defiant whumpee. Vampires are seen as animals by humans and are treated as such.

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Solomon awoke to a pounding behind his eyes, and his muscles limp and aching. His forehead was pressed into rough wood beneath him, and he grunted as his body was jostled- his head bouncing up to thud back down. Trying to move his arms felt futile as he realized they had been bound behind his back. Looking up he could see two of the four men that had tackled him to the ground. 

Recollection came back slowly and he realized he was in the back of a wagon- being jostled along a road. He tried to speak- tried to ask any questions to figure out where he was going but there was a cloth tied around his mouth. 

He closed his eyes tight to try and block out the pain and eventually the wagon rolled to a stop. The men grabbed his ankles, dragging him out into the cold night air and forced him to stand. His body still felt shaky and limp and he staggered on his feet. Before Solomon could even get a good look at where they were, he was surrounded on all sides by Ivan’s men. One on either side gripped his arms, keeping him upright, while another led the group in front and another behind, shoving a rod in his back to keep him moving forward. 

What Sol could make out from his surroundings was a large house- made entirely of stone, and surrounded by thick forest on all sides. They were definitely far from the village. 

He was ushered inside through a large wooden door, and taken through several hallways into a large, open area. The walls were made of stone, chains bolted into them, cots lined along the floor. There were a few vampires, curled up, or bound in the chains, wearing the same pale clothes- with the same haunted look in their eyes- staring up at Solomon as he walked past. 

Ivan came to the front of the group, meeting Solomon’s eyes as they continued to walk through the house. 

“This is where you will stay. You will be assigned a cot, and a new set of clothes. However, these are privileges you must earn. Your comfort, your food, your dignity are things that are given to you because you deserve them. You must prove that with your behavior, understand?” 

Solomon stayed silent, refusing to even look at him, keeping his head held high. 

He was led into a near empty room, and brought to a wooden chair in the center. The men forced him to ;sit and before he could resist his bound arms were tied to the chair, and then his ankles as well. 

They untied the cloth from around his mouth and Sol felt the ache in his jaw already. 

“Don’t speak. You are to only speak unless spoken to.”

“Fuck you.” Solomon mumbled. There was a hand, sharp and quick against the side of his face and he groaned as the pounding in his head worsened. 

Ivan’s hand tangled in his hair, wrenching his head back as he leaned down to hiss in his ear. 

“That is one of the most simple rules we have. If you can’t even follow that one, you are going to have quite the time here.”

Solomon spat back in the man’s face, grinning as he staggered back, wiping it off his face with a handkerchief. Ivan shook his head and motioned to the other men, stepping back with a smirk on his face. 

There was a hand on top of his head, a glint of metal at the corner of his eye, and his hair was yanked. The man behind him gathered Solomon’s hair into one fistful, pulling it away with a harsh yank that made Sol hiss. 

“How much sir?” He asked. 

“All. Take all of it.”

“What- wait- no!” Sol cried, bucking away from the man’s grip. He thrashed in the chair but his head was wrenched back. “No- don’t you take my hair- don’t-“

His cries were useless as the shears cut away at the back of his head. In a few snips, his long dark locks had fallen to the floor- shorn off right at the nape of his neck. 

Ivan prowled around the chair, grabbing a handful of the thick hair. He held it up, examining it and dangled it in front of Sol’s face. His hair had previously fallen around his waist- the detached ends now trailing across his lap and spread across the floor. 

“Nothing belongs to you now.” He spat. “Every part of you, every single inch is for your owner. You are an item- a possession- an object designed and created for human use. Because you are a monster. The sooner you realize that, the easier your life will become.”

Solomon glared up at Ivan, tears welling in his eyes. 

“Fuck you.” He snarled again. “Fuck. You!”  

As he went to spit once more in the man’s face, the wad of hair was shoved in his mouth. Ivan clamped his hand down around Solomon’s jaw as the vampire bucked in the chair, pulling tight against his restraints. Ivan’s other hand locked around his throat as he did his best to hold the vampire still. 

Solomon continued to buck, the ropes digging into his wrists, the chair clattering against the floor. 

“Hold still.” Ivan commanded. “You don’t want him to shave off an ear on accident, now would you?” He held Sol’s head tight as the vampire struggled for breath and nodded to the man behind. “Continue. Like I said- take it all.”

Tears leaked out of Solomon’s eyes- and he did his best to hold still despite the lack of breath and his bubbling anger. He could feel the snip of the shears close to his skin- cutting his hair as short as possible, before the was a cold blade against his scalp- shearing off every inch of hair that was left. 

Ivan eased up his grip on Solomon’s throat and removed his hand from his mouth as they finished- leaving just a faint sheen of the dark hair against his scalp. 

Solomon spat out the wad of hair- staring at it where it fell on his lap. His hair had been so long- it had been literal decades since it was last cut. And now it was gone. Just like that. 

He hunched over in the chair, coughing and sputtering to get his breath back- his body trembled, lungs burning. 

He wanted to scream. 

He wanted to throw Ivan to the ground, sink his fangs into him, and tear him into pieces. He was the true monster. And if that’s what he thought Solomon was, that’s what he would become. 

The man behind him bent down to untie his wrists and ankles, leaving Solomon free of his bonds for a moment. 

“Stand, and strip.” Ivan commanded. 

Solomon pulled his hands forward, rubbing his wrists and shakily brought his hands to his head. He felt over the cool skin, his hands trembling as he brought them back to his lap, his hands clenched in fists.

“I’ll give you one more chance to obey on your own or we’ll do it for you. Stand, and remove your clothes.”

Solomon shakily stood from the chair, his legs trembling slightly. He held his head low on his chest, and then quickly turned back around, picking up the chair as he did so. 

In a swift move he swung the chair behind him to the other man, crashing it down over his head and shoulders. 

Solomon screamed- he cried out as the man crashed to the floor, and he threw himself on top of him. He pinned the man down- and was able to land a few good hits before the other guards rushed into the room. They pried Solomon away as he tried to lock his hands around the man’s throat- snarling and screaming as they did so. 

Ivan stood by the door, arms folded across his chest as the men threw the vampire to the floor. 

He watched as the creature pulled one of the men down with him, immediately rolling over to climb on top and start raining blows down to his face. It was three against one, yet the vampire was holding his own. One of the men held his baton against the vampire’s throat, pulling tightly from behind- yet the creature gripped the back of his shirt, throwing him over his head to crash to the ground. 

The vampire clambered off of the guard, making his way to his feet before heading straight for Ivan.

“Fuck you!” Solomon snarled. “I’m going to tear you into pieces!” He screamed. Before the vampire could reach him, one of the guards managed to get to his feet and swung a blow to the side of the creature’s head. It knocked Sol off of his feet and he went crashing to the ground once more in a heap of limbs. 

He snarled and spat- baring his fangs and thrashing against the ground as another blow from the batons crashed down to the other side of his head. Sol rolled over and spat out blood from where he had bit his cheek. He groaned as he clambered to his hands and knees but there was another blow to his back- and then another in between his shoulder blades. 

With a signal from Ivan, all three of the guards let loose onto the vampire. He collapsed onto his stomach as they beat him- crashing the rods down over his back, his legs, and ribs. 

Solomon screamed- crying out with desperate, angry sobs as he was brutally beaten. He spat blood from his mouth onto the cold stone ground below, his head spinning and body trembling until finally they stopped. 

“Strip it.” Ivan commanded. 

Solomon tried to pull himself up to his hands and knees, pulling his limbs underneath him- but it was useless as his limbs were grabbed and pulled away from the safety of his chest. 

One of the guards grabbed the thin tunic shirt he was wearing and pulled it up and over his chest. His trousers were grabbed next, pulled down over and off his hips, leaving him completely laid bare. 

Sol curled in on himself, desperate to shield his body from their prying eyes. He could sense their stares at the scars on his back, the brand at the bottom of his neck. 

He gasped as a bucket of cold water was dumped over him. He blinked the water away from his eyes, trembling and shivering as a second one came crashing down right over his head. 

Sol coughed and sputtered as it rushed up his nose and poured down his throat. 

“Stand up.” Came another command.

Solomon said nothing, gasping and writhing on the floor in pain.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

“Fuck off.” He spat. “You can’t make me do shit.” 

Ivan responded with a chuckle, and there was another blow to his back. Solomon winced, but made no inclination to move. 

“You’ll find very quickly that I can make you do whatever I want.” Ivan knelt down near Solomon, gripping a hand underneath his chin and turning his head sharply to hiss in the vampire’s ear. 

“If you refuse to listen, I’ll just have to pay your dear little human a visit. Who knows, maybe we can bring them here to join you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You wouldn’t-” Sol whispered.

“We both know dear Marlowe isn’t as innocent as they seem.” He hissed. “A few nights spent locked up, a turn at the whipping post, I’m sure it wouldn’t take much to get them to admit everything between you was consensual. And then you’d never see them again.”

Ivan threw Solomon’s head back towards the ground as he stood up and backed away, waiting for the vampire to move. 

“Your choice.”

Solomon hung his head and spat a wad of blood onto the floor, pulling his arms underneath him before shakily rising to his feet. He stood, hands clenched in fists at his sides, head held high, avoiding Ivan’s gaze. 

“Now that’s a good vampire.” He chuckled as Solomon flinched, resisting the urge to lash out and tear Ivan apart. 

He slowly paced around the vampire, scanning every inch of his naked body. Ivan came a few inches shorter, yet held himself with an air of authority that led every other man in the room to defer to him without a second thought. 

Solomon flinched as Ivan’s hand brushed over the back of his neck, fingers grazing over the scar of his brand. The brand that showed the tribe he had dedicated himself to. The tribe that he abandoned, murdered one of his own- and left them all behind without a second thought. 

That brand was as much a part of him now as the dead locks of hair on the ground.

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Tag List: @imagination1reality0 @thecyrulik @whumpsday @termsnconditions-apply @spectral-whumpy-writer @raddyscoops 

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Whumptober 12- Starvation/cannibalism

CW: Cannibalism, blood, some gore, death, immortal whumpee. (This follows my immortal whumpee Marlowe, their masterllist is here.)

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They had already been trapped for two days. These tunnels and caves that they were lost in seemed to extend for miles, and no matter how far they backtracked or circled around, it seemed to just take them deeper and deeper into the depths of the unknown.

Their food ran out on day 5. They had started rationing it but, it was bound to run dry eventually. Marlowe already felt themselves starting to decay- they’d give parts of their rations to the others. None of them knew what to do when there was no more water. They collected what little they could that dripped from the ceilings and walls. By day 7 Marlowe was starting to feel they’d be the only one to make it out of here alive. 

They were in pitch darkness by day 9. What little they could burn for light they did. There were barely any clothes on their backs. The few plants that survived in those caverns were hard to come by, but when they did they would chew on the softer leaves and burn the bark for light and warmth. There was the occasional bat, mice, or other creature in the caves, but it was never enough food for all of them.

Marlowe wasn’t surprised when they were the chosen unlucky one on day 13. The party didn’t kill Lo right away. Lo didn’t think any of them had the guts to. But they were desperate enough to hold Lo down while another sawed off one of their arms with a pocketknife. Marlowe’s screams rang so loud throughout the empty caverns that they had to cover their mouth, holding them down as the rest of them plugged their ears and looked away. 

The arm lasted everyone a few more days shared amongst them all. Well, not Lo of course. They were starving, but even an immortal had their limits. Lo would survive off of the plants and the few rats and vermin they found, and everyone else would survive on Marlowe. 

They came for the other arm on day 19. The first one they had eaten had started growing back- a slow, terrible process that would go much faster if Lo was fed, healthy, and rested. Lo was too tired to scream when they were held down the second time- instead, ragged, gasping breaths of pain spilled from their lips.

Nobody had wanted to carry Lo, so it was only in a fit of desperation that the group finally came for a leg on day 27. The knife started cutting in below the knee, but Lo could see in the darkness that the ragged looks on their faces of starvation, and the fearful desperation behind their eyes meant that they were bound to take more. Afterwards Marlowe lay in a pile of painful deliriousness- fading in and out of consciousness, and life itself. They barely made out words from the whispered conversations of the others as they lay on the cold damp ground. 

Easier to carry in pieces-

Keep it fresh, it’ll regrow-

-how is it still alive?-

It was day- Marlowe couldn’t recall how long it had been. They continuously were in and out of delirium, their body being passed from person to person as everyone continued making their way through the endless caverns. Lo was exhausted- their body now trying to regrow all four of their limbs- fading into death moments at a time just to be pulled back long enough to grow a little bit more. 

Yet as their limbs grew, trying to regenerate and heal from it’s wounds, more would be taken. What little pieces they could hack away they would, leaving Marlowe nothing more than a starving, bloody, lifeless mess. 

When the party finally emerged from the caverns into harsh sunlight, no one could believe it. The comfort and the cold of the caves was nearly more familiar at this point than the warmth and sunshine they had once knew. 

The group was finally able to put what had passed behind them, leaving nothing more than a bloody, limbless corpse behind.

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Whumptober 11- "Leave no trace behind like you don't even exist"

CW: Intimate/possessive whumper, restraints, manhandling, suicide

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"You don't know?" He taunted, hands folded behind his back, a smirk over his face. "You really don't know why they haven't come for you?"

"They- I- I don't know-" He choked out with a sob. "I thought they would've-"

"Would've what?" He smirked, bending over to grip his captive by the chin where he was kneeling on the ground. "Would've come swooping in to rescue you?" He leaned in closer, seeing the tears swell in his eyes. "I hate to break it to you, they're not coming. Do you know why?"

His captive shook his head, pulling again once more at the bonds behind his back that he had grown so familiar with. 

"To them- you're dead."

"No I- they- they still care about me. They're still looking." 

"You're not listening, they really, and truly believe that you are dead."

He sniffled, pulling away. "You're- you're lying-"

"Darling, it's been months. You were always dead from the beginning. From the moment I brought you here, dragged you away from them, and held you here- you were dead. They didn't even start looking in the first place." He knelt down in front of them, tilting up his chin with a finger.

"They think you killed  yourself."

Silence filled the air for a moment until his captive broke into sobs- his voice catching in his throat.

"No- no they- they wouldn't, I- I'd never, I-"

"Oh I wrote a very convincing letter. I made you disappear without a trace, like you never even existed in the first place. They didn't even bother to search for a body. After all, it's impossible to find anything in that water under the bridge you jumped from."

His captive tipped forward, hands still bound behind his back, curling in on himself in sobs. 

"Why would you- why would you let me hope?" He cried, breaking into sobs. "If you knew they- if you knew that they weren't looking, why would you let me think I had- had a chance?"

"A chance of what? Of leaving?" He pulled his captive up to his feet, holding his wrists where they were bound behind his back- and then he drew them in close, forcing him flush against himself as he drew his lips to his ear. 

"Darling, I let you have hope because it was entertaining to see you fight back. I liked that defiant streak in you- but I've grown tired of it." He pulled away, keeping them pressed close against him and gripped their chin in his hand. 

"It's time for that defiance in you to end. You have nothing to go back to, nothing to fight for."

His sobs washed over him in ugly, furious waves. He thrashed against his captor, trying desperately to pull away but he was held tight. Eventually his energy washed away, and he collapsed forward into his captor's arms. 

"I'm all you have left now, don't you understand?" He pulled them in closer, feeling the silent cries that ripped through his body, a hand pressed to the back of his head, the other on the small of his back below his bound hands. "Your entire purpose now, is up to me. Your life, your existence, is now mine." He gripped his captive by the chin once more, forcing his head up, holding his gaze. 

"Your only choice now, is to obey. Do you understand?" 

He sniffled, face flushed and eyes red with tears as he looked up into the eyes of the man who know held his life in his hands.

"Do you understand?" 

"Yes sir."

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Whumptober 10- Blow to the head

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"I- I can't think straight," he mumbled. He held onto the doorway like a lifeline as his feet stumbled beneath him. Everything was spinning. "I'm fine though, promise, it's just- hard to-"

His partner was underneath him in an instant. catching him before his knees could hit the floor.

"You're slurring your words babe. What happened?"

"M-'mfine-"

They pulled him to the floor, letting him slump against them and he leaned his head back against their shoulder. 

"You don't seem fine." 

"I just- hit myhead-"

"You hit your head? Let me see!" They cried. They knew that the training he was being put through was too much. He was being overworked. As 'necessary' as they might've claimed it to be, they couldn't stand to see their partner coming home every day exhausted, bruised, and barely able to stand. 

They look at his head, there was definitely a bump on the back, a nice bruise forming and they pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. His eyelashes fluttered as he leaned back into them. 

"Babe you need to take it easy, you can't keep pushing yourself like this. How far are you going to go?" 

He sat up a little bit, and they could feel the wince that he tried to hide. 

"I- I need to train, I havto- have to get better-" His breathing was labored, and his partner knew that there would be no arguing with him about this. As much as they would've liked to make it stop altogether, the most they could do was be here to pick up the pieces. 

"I'm alright- only hurtsa- a bit."

He winced again, pulling himself away from his partner before slowly rising to his feet. He staggered for a moment, taking a few steps before his legs collapsed beneath him and he crashed to the floor. 

His partner cried out- sweeping their way over towards him and cradled his head in their hands. 

"You're not going tomorrow." They demanded. "That's final."

"But I-" He muttered- before a wave of pain came crashing over his tired body. "Oh- okay." He mumbled, before finally passing out from the pain.

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Whumptober 9- Obsession/"Frame me up on the wall just to keep me out of trouble"

CW: Pet whumpee, possessive/intimate whumper, restraints

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"You know I have to do this. It's for your own good, understand?" He brushed away a few tears from his pet's face. "If I let you down there with everyone else, you'd get into far much trouble."

"I- I won't, please- I won't get into trouble. I'll be good, please, let me be good-" They choked on their sobs, tears streaming down their face- ruining the pretty makeup that he had painted on them earlier. 

"That's what you said last time. Now stop crying, you're ruining your makeup." 

They sniffled, holding back the tears. "Yes- yes sir."

His little pet sat silently, letting him wipe their face and reapply some of the makeup that had been smudged from their tears. 

"There you are- you look so pretty for me, don't you? You may not be down there in the party with everyone but you still need to look your best now don't you?" 

"Yes s-sir." The tears were still lodged in their chest, still threatening to spill out despite their best efforts. 

"Let's go get you in position, alright?" 

His little pet held their head on their chest as they were led down into the main room of the house. It had a massive entryway, a big staircase leading up into the main floor. Another area led off into the kitchen where the drinks and appetizers were already being prepared. Right to the side of the large staircase though, was the ornate fireplace. It was definitely the focal point of the entire room, drawing the eye of the guests upwards to the twenty foot ceilings.

That's where his little pet would be. 

"Please, I don't- I don't want to go up there-" they whimpered, cleaning to their owner's arm with desperation. 

"Come now, you know it's for the best. This way, everyone can see how beautiful you are, see your perfection, and yet you'll be perfectly safe, out of their reach."

"I don't- I don't think I want them all to see-"

He gripped his pet's chin in his hand, forcing them to look up into his eyes. 

"You understand you don't get a choice? I know what's best for you, so you do what I say. If you're down here, people can hurt you. Up there, they can only look, never touch." His hand caressed to the back of their neck, holding them tight. "Only I can touch you, you understand?" 

His pet sniffled back oncoming tears and nodded. "I, I understand."

"Good. Now sit down." He motioned to the swing that hung from the ceiling, it was only a foot or two of the ground right now, positioned in front of the fireplace. 

His pet slowly made their way, sittin gingerly on the edge of the swing, holding on to the ropes desperately as their ankles were grabbed. He bound their ankles together with a soft ribbon, tight enough that it wouldn't come undone, yet not tight enough to hurt. Then he wound the ribbon further up their body, moving it along their thighs, their stomach, and then crawling up their arms to tie their wrists to the rope. Even if they let go once the swing was up in the air they would still be secured enough not to fall. 

"Open your mouth darling."

His pet choked out one final sob as they obeyed, opening their mouth to let the gag be placed behind their teeth. A simple rubber one, meant to muffle any sounds or cries they might make, and then the ribbon was tied around their mouth as well. 

"Oh don't you look lovely. No don't cry. It'll ruin your makeup again." He nodded towards one of the other servants bustling about, and they went to the system of ropes and pulleys on the wall, carefully tucked to the side of the fireplace, hidden neatly out of sight.

His pet closed their eyes shut as they felt themselves rising into the air, swinging softly back and forth on the swing. Once they were in position, only a foot or two away from the ceiling, did they open their eyes. They made the mistake of looking down towards the floor and jolted in panic, causing the swing to sway. 

"Don't worry pet, you'll be nice and safe up there until the parties over." He called up to them.

Yet his pet couldn't hear him over the sound of their own panic.  

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Whumptober 8- Sleep Deprivation/Forced to Stay Awake

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He choked out a sob, the electric shocks coursing through his system once more. 

“Please-” He cried out with a sob. “I’m so- so tired.”

He lay, chained to the table, his wrists and ankles restrained tightly. There was a shock collar around his neck, wires, streaming from his head- tuned to register whenever he started drifting asleep- and then sending shocks to the collar.

His body trembled, muscles aching and throbbing. 

He had been here for three days. 

There was an iv in his arm, keeping him nourished, but even before they had hooked him to this table, he hadn’t slept for days. 

There was always too many nightmares. 

He used to beg not to fall asleep, he’d do anything to avoid the terror- but now there was nothing he wanted more.

A strangled scream ripped from his throat as the shock collar activated again. It was getting harder and harder to stay awake. His body thrashed against the cold table, flaring up the bruises from where his muscled had been pressed into it for days. 

“I just- just want to sleep-” he sobbed. “Please- please!” He cried. 

How long could a person go without sleep? 

As his cries went unanswered, he trembled with the realization that he was going to find out.

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Whumptober 7- Unconventional Weapon

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“But we don’t know what we’re up against? How is it supposed to be a fair fight?”

“It’s never a fair fight, you should know this by now.” Their captain stated. “These people, the enemy- they don’t go in this looking for a civilized brawl. They go in to kill, to wound, and do as much damage as possible so we don’t come running back.” 

“What about the weapon?” A voice cried out.

Voices rang out, chattered whispers about the new weapon the other team had ‘created.’ Something powerful enough to take everyone down. Something terrible, monstrous.

“Quiet down, I know we’ve all heard about it. They’ve built a weapon, and unfortunately our spies have not been able to uncover any information on it’s whereabouts, what it is, or if it’s even ready. It very well could still be under construction, and we’ll face it another day. But when we do, we’ll face it with the same strength we always have, right?”

Echoes of right, and yes sir, rang out through the crowd. A small voice piped up from the back of the room.

“If he were here he could take it down on his own.” 

The room rang with silence. They didn’t need to say his name for everyone to know who they were referring to. After all, he was the strongest on their team. And yet, he had been killed by the enemy in the last battle- they hadn’t even been able to retrieve his body. It was a few months ago, yet the pain of his loss still hurt like a fresh bloody wound. 

.

The weapon stood in front of his commander, hands folded behind his back just like he had been taught, head tucked low to his chest. 

“You are ready. Your months of training have led up to this moment, and now it is time for you to prove yourself, understand?”

“Yes sir!” He barked. 

“What are your commands for this mission? Repeat them back to me.”

He raised his head, speaking clearly. 

“Kill on sight. I do not think, I only destroy. I will serve my master and obey his command. This is my purpose.”

“Well done. You are ready.” 

It was time for the weapon to reunite with his old team.

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Whumptober 6- Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

CW: Restraints, manhandling, strangling.

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He would never tell the team. He would never willingly admit that the man they were trying to apprehend- that monster of a person- was currently being hid in his own basement. 

He had found him a few days ago. Everyone else was working hard, trying to figure out where he had escaped to this time. Truth be told, he did feel a bit bad. Not for what he had done, but for lying to them, watching them work so hard for an answer he already knew. 

Yet that guilt was far surpassed by whatever he felt when he was down in that basement with that creature. 

He stomped down the stairs, flicking on the bright overhead lights, watching as the villain jolted awake. He was shirtless, back littered in cuts and bruises, lying on the cement floor, his ankles bound and his hands tied behind his back. He tilted his chin up off the ground, giving his captor a sly smirk beneath the gag tied around his mouth.

That smug bastard. 

“Get up.” He commanded, pulling the villain up by his hair onto his knees. “I’ve had a rough day.” 

The villain raised his eyebrows, giving him a look he’d learn to recognize over the past few days. 

“Fine.”  He untied the gag that was around his mouth and watched as the villain stretched his jaw, working out the stiff joints.

”Thanks, you’re too kind.”

”Shut up. Just cause I removed that doesn’t mean I want you to talk.”

”Oh, but why else would you remove it, darling?” He rolled his shoulders,  swaying lightly on his knees. “I suppose it wouldn’t be too much to ask for some water, food, or anything?”

”What makes you think you deserve any?” He could feel his blood beginning to boil. His tension, anger, building up inside of him. “You have killed so many innocent, helpless people. You deserve to suffer just like they all did.” 

“Oh you’re right. But wasn’t one of those ‘poor innocent helpless people’ your partner? I remember hearing his screams as I cut him open."

He cried, swinging his fist back and striking the villain across the head. He toppled over to the ground, a smirk playing on his face. 

“Don’t you dare speak about him! Killing him on the spot would’ve been better than the torture you put him through!”

“So kill me!” The villain spat, rolling over on their back, staring up at their captor. “Kill me, and ger your revenge, take me out of this world if I’m so evil!” 

He fell to his knees, straddling the bound man beneath him, his hands locking around his throat. 

There was that rage that he had tried to control. That fire that he could never put out, not after his partner had died. 

No- he hadn't died. He'd been murdered.

His hands locked tighter around the villains throat and he thrashed underneath him for a moment, before falling still, a smile creeping onto the villains face. 

He pulled away, releasing his hands.

“It’s not fun when I don’t fight back, is it?” 

He slapped him, watching as his head turned sharply towards the floor. He needed to release that anger. He couldn’t go back to his team full of it and risk blowing up on everyone. Grabbing a fistful of the villain’s hair he wrenched his head forward and slammed it back into the ground. The villain’s eyes rolled back in his head for a moment, his mouth gasping open from the pain. 

“You deserve worse then death.” He spat, their faces only inches away.

The villain smiled again. Like a log on the fire, feuling that burning inside of himself. 

“You couldn’t kill me.” He leaned forward, almost touching. “I know you enjoy this far too much.”

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Whumptober 5- "If My Pain Will Stretch That Far"

CW: Bruises, blood, whipping.

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"Come on now, you can take more." 

He rolled over onto his side, his body littered with cuts and bruises. Pulling his arms underneath him, he managed to make it onto his hands and knees this time before the whip crashed back down over his skin. 

"Yeah, I- I doubt that." He panted through the pain. 

"You will take as much as I say you will take." 

"Yeah, if my pain will stretch that far." He gasped, falling back onto his chest with a sob. 

A splash of blood crashed over him as the whip came down and he choked out a mangled scream. 

"Haven't I had enough?" He pleaded, curling back into his side. 

The man holding the whip knelt down next to his face, locking a hand around his throat. 

"You will never have enough." He spat. "You will only have enough once you are so broken, that the only words you can speak are 'yes sir.' Once you are so beaten down that you will do anything I ask without a second of hesitation. If I tell you to lick my boot, you do so like it's Thanksgiving Dinner. Until that day, you will take every beating I give you. You will stretch your pain so far like a balloon ready to pop, and then I will take it farther. Do you understand?" 

When the man at his feet remained silent, choking on his air, he let him go and stood up, crashing the whip against the ground.

"I said, do you understand!" He cried.

The man responded with a light cough, his hands coming to rub at his throat as he stared out at the empty room. He didn't respond, didn't utter a single word. Just a light groan torn out of him when the whip crashed over his skin once more.

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Whumptober 4- "You're Still Alive in My Head"

CW: Blood, nudity, death

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"What- what have I done?" 

His hands shook, the blood caking underneath his fingernails and spilling over his palms. He looked down to the ground where they lay, completely limp, body pale and cold. He crashed to his knees, the pool of blood instantly soaking through his slacks. 

He grabbed them by the neck, rolling them over from where they lay, face down in their own filth. Their eyes were rolled back into their cracked skull, and there was no breath against their lips. 

He shook his head, pulling them into his lap. 

"It's okay, you're okay. There's nothing wrong." He whispered. "You know I didn't mean to hurt you, you know I would never go too far. You know that." 

He stood, rising with them in his arms, pulling their naked figure tight against his chest. 

"You just need to rest. If you rest it'll all be fine. You'll wake up all better." He carried them over to the cot and laid them down gently, tucking their hands against their chest and brushing their hair away from their face. 

"I'll get you a blanket. You'll be fine, you'll see. Trust me, I know best." 

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Whumptober 3- "I Warned You"

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"I warned you didn't I?" He knelt down next to his plaything on the floor, holding their head in his hand. 

Their eyes were bloodshot, face and neck littered with bruises, sweat glistening on their forehead. 

"I warned you what would happen if you didn't listen." 

"You- you did, sir." They muttered. There was a rasp to their voice, evident of the hands that had just been locked around their throat. 

"So, what's going to happen now?" 

"I- I get punished." 

"That's right." He stated, rising to his feet. Their plaything dropped their head back to their chest, a small sob wracking it's way through them. "Understand that I don't want to do this to you, you know that right? It's for your own good." 

They sniffled, nodding their head. "I, I understand sir." 

"Good, now get on your knees for me." 

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Whumptober 2- “You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.”

CW: Female whumpee, gun, manhandling.

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"I can't believe you!" she screamed. She pulled and thrashed against the man holding her back. She stared at the person she once called her friend. 

They stood, arms folded across their chest, a blank look on their face. There was a gun resting casually in their hand, like it was just a cup of coffee, or a cellphone. 

"I did what I had to do." They shrugged.

"You betrayed me! You were the one who killed them, not me!" 

The man holding her forced her down to her knees, wrenching her arms tightly behind her back as she held back the sobs. 

"An unfortunate incident, I know. I am truly sorry that all the blame has fallen back on to you." 

For a moment, just a brief fleeting second their eyes met- and she could see they were sorry. For the betrayal, or for giving her the blame, she would never know.

"I can't believe I ever trusted you. You might as well have stabbed that knife into my back instead."  

They took a step towards her, placing their hand under her chin and looking down at here. There were tears in both of their eyes. Their friend's facial expression softened, before their gaze drifted towards the floor. 

Then they stepped back, dropping their hand from her face as they glance down at the weapon in their hand.

"I really am sorry that it has come to this." 

And then they raised the gun to her head.

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Just another little drabble for day 2, this one is very angsty.

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Whumptober 1- Panic Attack

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His heart was pounding. His feet hit the pavement, one after another after another. He rounded a corner, crashing his back into the brick wall behind him. He couldn't run anymore. As he slid down towards the ground he felt his chest ignite with pain. A sob crept up into his throat, and he clamped down on his fist to keep it from coming out. He could hear them coming. Could sense their presence looming around the corner. He had no time.

His chest rose and fell as the sobs came crashing over him. No matter how hard he tried to calm his breathing, no matter how much he tried to silence his cries, it was all useless. He pulled his knees up to his chest, squeezing them tight against himself, feeling the pressure inside him build and build.

He didn't even fight as they rounded the corner on him. He couldn't. He sobbed, and cried, his body giving way to the panic growing inside of him as they dragged him away into the dark once more.

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Just a little blurb for the first day of Whumptober. I’m going to try and do as many prompts as I can, but they’ll mostly be small blurbs or just a few paragraphs. Let me know if you want on the tag list. 😊

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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

Here's the next chapter in Sol and Lo's story. Marlowe (Lo) is a nonbinary immortal, who fell in love with a vampire. Their previous chapter is here. Masterlist is here. CW: Vampire whumpee, it as a pronoun, restraints, drugging, angst, dehumanization. (Vampires are seen as animals and treated as such.)

Marlowe was sleeping when it happened. They had just settled down for the night, drifting off as Solomon was washing up from dinner when there was a pounding on the door, and footsteps barging in. 

There was shouting, the clanging of dishes and Lo was jumping out of bed, rushing into the living room. 

The pot from dinner was on the ground in the doorway of the kitchen, the leftover soup spilling out onto the floor. Scattered voices broke through Lo’s panic as they realized the living room was full of people. Lo’s eyes scanned over the faces, settling on one man in particular, and their heart dropped as recognition came to their mind. 

He had the same cold look in his eyes, a scruff on his chin, a scar on the side of his neck. He wore a long cotton jacket, a simple linen shirt and pants with boots almost up to his knees. 

This was the same man- the one that had been driving the wagon. The man who had dragged that other poor vampire back to his owner and thrown him onto the ground, shaking and trembling. 

There were two other men behind him, dressed in dark cloaks, blocking off the front doorway to the house. Solomon stood in the entrance to the kitchen, holding the knife that he had been washing from dinner, panic written all over his face, two other men standing over him from behind. 

“What is going on?” Marlowe demanded, glancing between the men, and Solomon, hoping someone would have an explanation that didn’t lead to where Lo was thinking. 

“Ah good evening, Marlowe, I am Ivan Shaw, I’m sure you’ve seen me around town. I’m here to inform you that your vampire is under orders for retraining. We are here to collect it and see that the necessary measures are taken in order for it to be deemed fit to be placed back in society.”

Lo’s heart sunk into their stomach.

“What orders? What did he do?” Lo was panicking- trying to remain calm- trying to get answers but the look on Sol’s face said he was ready to use that knife in his hand and do what it took to get out of there. 

“You’ll find it all right here. We’ll need you to sign it over into our care of course, but if you refuse, you’ll find that you can be charged as well, and your vampire will be taken by force.” The man chuckled, pulling out a roll of parchment. “You won’t need retraining of course- but a trial in front of the council, and potential reprimands as are deemed fit.” 

Marlowe snatched the parchment from the man, and stepped in between him and Solomon, unfurling it to see the official document. They scanned through to find what they were looking for:

The following crimes have been provided with proper evidence for this conviction: Improper and immoral cohabitation, and beguiling and seducing it’s owner through illegal toxins. Due to the nature of these crimes, the vampire known as “Solomon,” has been sentenced to the minimum one month (30 days) of retraining.  If the minimum sentence is deemed inadequate towards the vampire’s retraining, further time may be required until it is declared fit to reenter society and rejoin it’s owner’s possession.  This contract states that the owner known as Marlowe, is temporarily signing over possession of their vampire for this retraining period. The owner acknowledges that the retraining facility be allowed to use whatever methods they deem fit to complete the vampire’s retraining, and that the facility will not be held responsible for any damages or injuries inflicted upon the vampire during it’s sentence. 

“We understand your confusion Marlowe, it’s a shame what this vampire has done to you.” Ivan stated, stepping forward. The man towered over Lo, and he peered down at them, a patronizing tone to his voice. “I’m sure once it is out of your home, it will no longer be able to spread it’s poison inside of you- and you’ll be free to think clearly once more.”

Lo shook their head, hands shaking as they gripped the parchment tighter, reading and re-reading those words over and over again. 

30 days of retraining. 

They were going to take Solomon away- they were going to take him- Lo’s darling- their love- their vampire. 

Solomon was Marlowe’s. These men couldn’t take him- Lo couldn’t let them.

“There must be- there must be some mistake. What evidence? What proof do you have of this?” 

“As of now, we have a witness that will remain anonymous. I’m telling you Marlowe, it’s a good thing it was reported when it was. Who knows how much longer you’d have been kept under it’s influence if we hadn’t intervened? If it’s been cooking your meals like we were informed then it’s poison is probably deeply ingrained in your system. Now, if you’ll step aside with me we can finalize the details while my men load it into the wagon. Come now, we don’t want to make this harder than it is.”

Lo glanced back at Solomon- there was a look of fire in his eyes- he met Lo’s gaze and his eyes softened- filled with fear, instead. Lo didn’t know what to do- there were too many of them to fight, they were surrounded. But Lo felt they would break in two if they were to drag him away. 

“Please,” Lo begged. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of understanding? Is this, retraining, really necessary?” 

“It seems you are still under it’s influence. I’ll tell you once, Marlowe, this is the law. You agreed to it when you settled into our village. If you refuse to hand it over, we are allowed to take it by force, but it will become property of the village. If you hand it over willingly, it will be returned to you at the end of it’s retraining. The choice is up to you.”

Marlowe’s panic began to rise, but they could feel Sol’s presence behind them. Lo turned around to see the vampire- looking down at them, holding back the tears in his eyes. Their eyes met for a moment before Sol was being grabbed. 

The two men behind him grabbed his arms, wrenching the kitchen knife out of his grip and holding him tight. Ivan grabbed Lo by the arm and held them back as the other two men by the front door surrounded Solomon on the other side. 

He was quickly thrown facedown on the ground, one of the men pinning his legs down, the other two holding his shoulders and pulling his arms behind his back. Marlowe bit back a scream of protest as Ivan held them tighter against his chest. They were going to take him anyway. There was nothing Lo could do. 

The final man withdrew a needle and a vial, quickly injecting it into Solomon’s neck. At that moment he screamed- thrashing against the grip of the men on top of him as he finally fought back, trying to throw them off. Even with his natural strength, it was still four against one- he was vastly outnumbered. 

Lo had lost all resolve. They were sobbing, crying and begging for them to stop as Sol’s body grew limp- the drug they had injected quickly taking hold. Solomon barely met Lo’s eyes- a whispered apology on his lips before he succumbed fully to unconsciousness. 

“Take it away. Marlowe and I need to have a chat.” 

The men grabbed Solomon, dragging his limp body out into the darkness, slamming the door behind them.

Ivan released his grip on Lo and they crashed to the floor, collapsing in a heap of sobs. 

“Now listen, Marlowe-” Ivan demanded. He bent down on a knee and placed a hand on Lo’s shoulder as they look into his eyes. “-you and I both know that you’re under no influence of any poisons. Everything we were told about you and that vampire was of your own free will. But the town council can’t have that story going around, so we had to bend the truth now, didn’t we? After all, you know what the gossip here is like. Word spreads fast.” 

Lo choked back a sob, shoving Ivan in the chest as they backed away. “You didn’t- you didn’t even let me say goodbye!” 

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get to see your precious toy again- if you just sign the contract, it’ll be all yours once the 30 days has past. But Marlowe-” Ivan gripped Lo’s chin tightly, forcing them to meet his gaze as he leaned in close. “-if you refuse to sign, and if your dear Solomon gives me any issues at all while we’re working on it, I’ll make sure it’s time in there is a lot longer than it needs to be, understand?” 

Ivan held out the contract and a pen, placing it in Lo’s hand. 

With a sob Lo reluctantly signed the parchment, throwing the pen back at Ivan as he stood up and walked towards the door. 

“Don’t worry Marlowe,” he taunted, rolling up the parchment and tucking it back in his cloak. “Your little toy will be all shiny and new when we’re finished with it.” 

Lo collapsed back into the floor as Ivan walked away, the sound of the wagon rolling away from their house off into the distance. 

Their house was supposed to be safe. They were supposed to be able to be themselves here, to be free to hold each other, to love- to live. And now they’d been ripped apart. 

A piece of Lo had been ripped out of their chest and dragged away. There was a gaping hole, an emptiness full of pain that threatened to consume them. 

Marlowe lay there on the floor, shaking and sobbing all night long. There was no way they could go on, no way they could continue until their heart was returned. 

If it would be returned at all.

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Here’s my vampire/immortal story! There is much more whump to come, along with some fluff/angst of course. 🥰 Next chapter should be out soon!

Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

This is the next chapter in the installment for Marlowe the Immortal, and Solomon the Vampire. The latest chapter chronologically is here. Marlowe's masterlist is here. CW: nonbinary mc, vampire whumpee, whipping, restraints, blood. (Vampires are seen as animals, and are treated as such)

After making the climb over the mountain Marlowe and Solomon had come upon the village, settled in the valley at the bottom. They'd been living in the village for a few weeks. It was a short amount of time, but the village was so small, so remote, that it didn’t take long for them to figure out how to seamlessly blend in. 

Solomon was not allowed outside of the house. Not unless Marlowe took him out with a collar and a leash around the vampire’s throat. Sol refused- he would not be paraded around like a dog- so he stayed inside.

Anyone in the village with a vampire was required to register them with the head council of the town. That vampire’s behaviors were required to be appropriate, and fitting within the beliefs of the town’s laws and regulations. 

These laws and regulations meant that all vampires had to remain docile. They were given a set amount of pig’s blood as all they were allowed to eat. They had to be submissive and obey any order- especially ones from their owner. Any act of defiance from a vampire towards anyone in the town was threatened with punishment. As they witnessed their first week- that punishment often included a public whipping in the middle of the square. 

Solomon was grateful not to have seen it, but Lo remembered that poor vampire’s screams piercing the air. 

The sun was dipping low behind the mountain, and Marlowe had just finished their work for the day. They had taken up a quiet job cleaning the tavern at the edge of the town and were walking back to their small house. It was a simple job- didn’t pay too much, but it was enough to pay for some food and clothes and the rent on the house they had been provided with. The village, despite having their strict laws regarding vampires had been hospitable. And the townspeople were more than happy to provide Lo with a dwelling, providing them and their vampire earned their keep. 

Lo was passing through the town square when they saw the large gathering. It was most of the townspeople and all the shop owners, they reckoned. There was an eerie glow amongst the horizon as night fell, and a soft chill from the breeze. Marlowe wondered what all the fuss was about- and then they heard the screams. 

It was the familiar sound- the crack of the whip followed by a piercing shriek. 

Marlowe’s curiosity had outweighed their horror and they inched forward towards the crowd, perching on tiptoes until they could see the vampire, strung up by his wrists in the middle of the square, bare from the waist up. The whip crashed down again, blood spattering as the lashes burst open. 

“It’s a shame isn’t it?” One woman in the crowd said, turning towards Lo. Lo turned their head towards her and caught her eye. “That poor farmer’s dog. Did you not hear?”

“What happened?” Lo asked. 

“That vampire went on a rampage, killed and completely devoured Farmer Brecken’s sheep dog. The monster went crazy.” She shook her head, turning her gaze back to the display of cruelty. 

Lo recognized her-  Ms Floreta- she was always one to gossip, but it was easy to keep your nose in everyone’s business as the town seamstress. Lo remembered being sent to her to get their clothes when they arrived with nothing but the rags on their back. 

“You’ve got your own at home, don’t you?” 

“Hmm?” 

“A vampire.” She hissed, like it was vulgar to say. “I remember seeing you arrive with it when you first got here. Yours has that really pretty dark hair, doesn’t it?” 

“Oh, yes ma’am” Lo nodded. “Sorry, I should be getting home. Dinner should be ready soon.” 

Ms Floreta turned, her hand coming to clutch her heart as she gasped. “You trust your vampire- that creature, to cook your food?” 

Lo chuckled, hiding back a smirk. “Yes ma’am, he’s very… well behaved. Excuse me.” 

Lo dipped out and around the crowd before she could utter another word of disgust towards them and their vampire, and quickly made their way around the crowd. 

That first whipping had been a few weeks ago, and Lo was grateful that another one had yet to occur. 

It had been over a month, and still every day Solomon would be waiting for Marlowe to get home. He would have dinner ready for Lo right after work, and then they’d spend a few blissful hours together before Lo went to bed, and Sol resorted to doing the cleaning. He would sleep during the day while Lo worked, and together they kept their quaint little house in order. 

It was a simple wooden structure, with a little hut outside for their bathroom, a washtub, and a kitchen with a small table and two chairs, a living space with a fireplace, a pile of wood, and a straw mat by the door. A single bedroom with a simple bed and just a few blankets, a chest for their clothes, and a small table with a few books. There were two windows, one at the front of the house, and one in the bedroom, with dark curtains that stayed permanently drawn closed.

This specific night Lo came home tense. There had been talk of that same vampire- the one from the whipping nearly a month ago. Lo had seen a wagon pull into town, the vampire dragged out of the back, and tossed at his owner’s feet. The poor vampire had been shaking, he looked so small and frail. 

As they opened the door and set their satchel down Solomon greeted them with a smile. 

“How was work?” He asked.

“It was fine, nothing unusual.” 

Solomon set down the spoon he was holding on the table and walked up to Lo, cupping their face in his hands. 

“What’s troubling you? Something happened, I can tell. Come, eat and tell me what happened.”

Lo melted as they looked into the vampire's piercing gaze. They sighed following Solomon into the kitchen. He dished them up a bowl of the stew he had been cooking over the fire, and broke off a piece of their bread, setting it down on the table and sat across from his human.

Solomon enjoyed cooking for Lo- he found it entertaining to try new recipes, and then see how they tasted from Lo afterwards. The stew had been both of their favorites so far. Full of meat, potatoes, and an herbaceous broth. Lo’s blood afterwards would always be rich- full of deep flavors and earthy undertones. 

Sol folded his hands, resting his chin on top and glanced across the table at Lo, an eyebrow raised as Lo took a tentative bite of the stew. 

“It’s good.” Lo mumbled. “Thank you, Sol.”

After a few more minutes of silence Lo finally sighed, setting their spoon down. 

“Do you remember that vampire I told you about a few weeks ago?” 

Sol shivered. “The one in the square? With the farmer’s dog? I remember.” 

Lo nodded. “I saw him again today. A big wagon pulled right up in the middle of the square. He was dragged out of the back, and- and given back to his owner I guess. The poor thing, he just- he looked so scared, and malnourished and it- it made me wonder what they’d done to him.” 

Sol shook his head, “I don’t blame him for what he did. Killing that dog- it’s sad but with the amount of food provided, it’s- it’s not nearly enough to sustain off of. He had to have been starving to get to that point.” 

Lo nodded, looking over to where they had Sol’s food sitting. 2 pints of blood a week. Vampire’s were not permitted to be given any more. It was something in the rules about keeping them weak and docile. Solomon would drink double that amount every week from Lo. He would drink the pig’s blood only out of necessity, so as not to arouse suspicion when the town council did their inspections- or when Sol was required to collect his weekly supply. But the pig’s blood was nothing compared to Lo. It was nearly sour- almost rancid and bitter, whereas Lo had always been sweet. So incredibly rich, and divine, and beautiful. 

“This whole town just makes me worried.” Lo muttered, picking at their piece of bread. “If someone were to find out- about- about us, what would happen to you? Would they cart you away, or- or string you up in the square?”

Lo’s mind flashed to the nights spent curled up next to each other- the lazy mornings spent with sleep in their eyes, Sol’s body entwined with theirs. There was the gentleness of his touch- the strength of his hands, the feel of his lips, and Lo felt their heart racing. 

“The- the things we’ve done, Sol- To these- to these people, in this town, it’s- it’s criminal. I can’t imagine what they’d do- I- I can’t see you get hurt, I-”

“Shh, Marlowe-” Sol quickly moved around the table, kneeling next to their chair, cupping their chin in his hand. “Look at me- they’re not going to find out. Here, in our home, we are safe. I will ensure of that. I promised to protect you and I will do whatever I can to ensure you stay safe.” 

Marlowe reached a hand up to the back of Sol’s neck, entwining their fingers in the dark strands of hair. “I need you to stay safe too, understand?” Lo leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. “I need you here, Darling, - and not just so you can cook me dinner to see how I taste afterwards, all right?” 

Solomon chuckled, a smirk playing across his lips. 

“I promise. We've been through hell and back to get here, I won't let anything change that. I’ll ensure it.” Solomon closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to theirs and Lo hummed softly, smiling beneath the kiss. 

Marlowe let their lips part softly as Solomon slid a tongue between their lips, tasting inside of their mouth, breathing them in like air.

Lo let themselves be held. As long as they were here with Solomon, in his arms- they'd be safe.

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Solomon and Lo- Marlowe the Immortal, Vampire AU

This is the next chapter in the installment for Marlowe the Immortal, and Solomon the Vampire. The latest chapter chronologically is here. Marlowe's masterlist is here. CW: nonbinary mc, vampire whumpee, whipping, restraints, blood. (Vampires are seen as animals, and are treated as such)

After making the climb over the mountain Marlowe and Solomon had come upon the village, settled in the valley at the bottom. They'd been living in the village for a few weeks. It was a short amount of time, but the village was so small, so remote, that it didn’t take long for them to figure out how to seamlessly blend in. 

Solomon was not allowed outside of the house. Not unless Marlowe took him out with a collar and a leash around the vampire’s throat. Sol refused- he would not be paraded around like a dog- so he stayed inside.

Anyone in the village with a vampire was required to register them with the head council of the town. That vampire’s behaviors were required to be appropriate, and fitting within the beliefs of the town’s laws and regulations. 

These laws and regulations meant that all vampires had to remain docile. They were given a set amount of pig’s blood as all they were allowed to eat. They had to be submissive and obey any order- especially ones from their owner. Any act of defiance from a vampire towards anyone in the town was threatened with punishment. As they witnessed their first week- that punishment often included a public whipping in the middle of the square. 

Solomon was grateful not to have seen it, but Lo remembered that poor vampire’s screams piercing the air. 

The sun was dipping low behind the mountain, and Marlowe had just finished their work for the day. They had taken up a quiet job cleaning the tavern at the edge of the town and were walking back to their small house. It was a simple job- didn’t pay too much, but it was enough to pay for some food and clothes and the rent on the house they had been provided with. The village, despite having their strict laws regarding vampires had been hospitable. And the townspeople were more than happy to provide Lo with a dwelling, providing them and their vampire earned their keep. 

Lo was passing through the town square when they saw the large gathering. It was most of the townspeople and all the shop owners, they reckoned. There was an eerie glow amongst the horizon as night fell, and a soft chill from the breeze. Marlowe wondered what all the fuss was about- and then they heard the screams. 

It was the familiar sound- the crack of the whip followed by a piercing shriek. 

Marlowe’s curiosity had outweighed their horror and they inched forward towards the crowd, perching on tiptoes until they could see the vampire, strung up by his wrists in the middle of the square, bare from the waist up. The whip crashed down again, blood spattering as the lashes burst open. 

“It’s a shame isn’t it?” One woman in the crowd said, turning towards Lo. Lo turned their head towards her and caught her eye. “That poor farmer’s dog. Did you not hear?”

“What happened?” Lo asked. 

“That vampire went on a rampage, killed and completely devoured Farmer Brecken’s sheep dog. The monster went crazy.” She shook her head, turning her gaze back to the display of cruelty. 

Lo recognized her-  Ms Floreta- she was always one to gossip, but it was easy to keep your nose in everyone’s business as the town seamstress. Lo remembered being sent to her to get their clothes when they arrived with nothing but the rags on their back. 

“You’ve got your own at home, don’t you?” 

“Hmm?” 

“A vampire.” She hissed, like it was vulgar to say. “I remember seeing you arrive with it when you first got here. Yours has that really pretty dark hair, doesn’t it?” 

“Oh, yes ma’am” Lo nodded. “Sorry, I should be getting home. Dinner should be ready soon.” 

Ms Floreta turned, her hand coming to clutch her heart as she gasped. “You trust your vampire- that creature, to cook your food?” 

Lo chuckled, hiding back a smirk. “Yes ma’am, he’s very… well behaved. Excuse me.” 

Lo dipped out and around the crowd before she could utter another word of disgust towards them and their vampire, and quickly made their way around the crowd. 

That first whipping had been a few weeks ago, and Lo was grateful that another one had yet to occur. 

It had been over a month, and still every day Solomon would be waiting for Marlowe to get home. He would have dinner ready for Lo right after work, and then they’d spend a few blissful hours together before Lo went to bed, and Sol resorted to doing the cleaning. He would sleep during the day while Lo worked, and together they kept their quaint little house in order. 

It was a simple wooden structure, with a little hut outside for their bathroom, a washtub, and a kitchen with a small table and two chairs, a living space with a fireplace, a pile of wood, and a straw mat by the door. A single bedroom with a simple bed and just a few blankets, a chest for their clothes, and a small table with a few books. There were two windows, one at the front of the house, and one in the bedroom, with dark curtains that stayed permanently drawn closed.

This specific night Lo came home tense. There had been talk of that same vampire- the one from the whipping nearly a month ago. Lo had seen a wagon pull into town, the vampire dragged out of the back, and tossed at his owner’s feet. The poor vampire had been shaking, he looked so small and frail. 

As they opened the door and set their satchel down Solomon greeted them with a smile. 

“How was work?” He asked.

“It was fine, nothing unusual.” 

Solomon set down the spoon he was holding on the table and walked up to Lo, cupping their face in his hands. 

“What’s troubling you? Something happened, I can tell. Come, eat and tell me what happened.”

Lo melted as they looked into the vampire's piercing gaze. They sighed following Solomon into the kitchen. He dished them up a bowl of the stew he had been cooking over the fire, and broke off a piece of their bread, setting it down on the table and sat across from his human.

Solomon enjoyed cooking for Lo- he found it entertaining to try new recipes, and then see how they tasted from Lo afterwards. The stew had been both of their favorites so far. Full of meat, potatoes, and an herbaceous broth. Lo’s blood afterwards would always be rich- full of deep flavors and earthy undertones. 

Sol folded his hands, resting his chin on top and glanced across the table at Lo, an eyebrow raised as Lo took a tentative bite of the stew. 

“It’s good.” Lo mumbled. “Thank you, Sol.”

After a few more minutes of silence Lo finally sighed, setting their spoon down. 

“Do you remember that vampire I told you about a few weeks ago?” 

Sol shivered. “The one in the square? With the farmer’s dog? I remember.” 

Lo nodded. “I saw him again today. A big wagon pulled right up in the middle of the square. He was dragged out of the back, and- and given back to his owner I guess. The poor thing, he just- he looked so scared, and malnourished and it- it made me wonder what they’d done to him.” 

Sol shook his head, “I don’t blame him for what he did. Killing that dog- it’s sad but with the amount of food provided, it’s- it’s not nearly enough to sustain off of. He had to have been starving to get to that point.” 

Lo nodded, looking over to where they had Sol’s food sitting. 2 pints of blood a week. Vampire’s were not permitted to be given any more. It was something in the rules about keeping them weak and docile. Solomon would drink double that amount every week from Lo. He would drink the pig’s blood only out of necessity, so as not to arouse suspicion when the town council did their inspections- or when Sol was required to collect his weekly supply. But the pig’s blood was nothing compared to Lo. It was nearly sour- almost rancid and bitter, whereas Lo had always been sweet. So incredibly rich, and divine, and beautiful. 

“This whole town just makes me worried.” Lo muttered, picking at their piece of bread. “If someone were to find out- about- about us, what would happen to you? Would they cart you away, or- or string you up in the square?”

Lo’s mind flashed to the nights spent curled up next to each other- the lazy mornings spent with sleep in their eyes, Sol’s body entwined with theirs. There was the gentleness of his touch- the strength of his hands, the feel of his lips, and Lo felt their heart racing. 

“The- the things we’ve done, Sol- To these- to these people, in this town, it’s- it’s criminal. I can’t imagine what they’d do- I- I can’t see you get hurt, I-”

“Shh, Marlowe-” Sol quickly moved around the table, kneeling next to their chair, cupping their chin in his hand. “Look at me- they’re not going to find out. Here, in our home, we are safe. I will ensure of that. I promised to protect you and I will do whatever I can to ensure you stay safe.” 

Marlowe reached a hand up to the back of Sol’s neck, entwining their fingers in the dark strands of hair. “I need you to stay safe too, understand?” Lo leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together. “I need you here, Darling, - and not just so you can cook me dinner to see how I taste afterwards, all right?” 

Solomon chuckled, a smirk playing across his lips. 

“I promise. We've been through hell and back to get here, I won't let anything change that. I’ll ensure it.” Solomon closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to theirs and Lo hummed softly, smiling beneath the kiss. 

Marlowe let their lips part softly as Solomon slid a tongue between their lips, tasting inside of their mouth, breathing them in like air.

Lo let themselves be held. As long as they were here with Solomon, in his arms- they'd be safe.

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