Vampire Whumper - Tumblr Posts
Tbh, it was like 2 AM when I was writing this and my brain was most certainly doing a thing lmao. I’m so weak for Whumper lines :’). Anyway, enjoy! Oh, and feel free to use them (just tag me when you do, I’d love to read what ya’ll write) :3.
Whumper lines #1
“Don’t keep me waiting, Sweetness.”
“You will regret that.”
“Are you sure?”
“Don’t run from me.”
“Cry harder, Darling.”
“It hurts, right?”
“You need me.”
“No one will ever find you here.”
“Don’t disobey me.”
“Sit/Stand/Lay still.”
“I love the taste of your blood.”
“I can feel that you’re growing weaker.”
“Sing for me.”
“Bleed for me.”
“No.”
“I will always be here.”
“You bruise so pretty.”
“Let me bite you.”
“The flesh of your neck is so soft.”
“You taste ever so sweet.”
“I want to hear your screams while I take your life.”
“Let me tie you up.”
“You have been very good.”
“Beg.”
“Don’t piss me off.”
“I’m in a particular mood.”
“I warned you.”
“Don’t provoke me.”
“Can’t you see? I’m being generous right now.”
“I win.”
“I don’t get scared, Darling. I’ve seen death.”
Whumper lines #2
“Oh, you’ve done it now.”
“You’re my muse.”
“Come here. Now.”
“Come here, Darling. I’ll stitch/bandage you up real nice.”
“Watch me.”
“God. Every time I look at you, the urge to hurt you grows even stronger.”
“I’ll always find you.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Oh, Darling… Just trust me. I’m very real.”
“Shhh. It’ll be over soon.”
“How dare you interrupt me.”
“You may rest now, Sweetness. But not for long.”
“Don’t try to fight me.”
“We’ll be together forever.”
“The outside world is more cruel than I am, Dear.”
“Give up already.”
“Don’t die on me, now.”
“Dare to look at me with those pretty eyes again.”
“I don’t bite. Hard.”
“Oh, well. I lied.”
“My, my. You’re being feisty today.”
“Oh, My Love. You’ll find out soon enough.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“Relax.”
“Keep squirming like that. You’ll see what happens.”
“Things will get messy.”
“Anything for you, My Sunshine.”
“You’re safe in my hands. I promise.”
“My eternity will be yours as well.”
“May I have this dance?”
“I’m thirsty.”
“No one can hear you down here.”
“I will break you.”
“Don’t make me.”
Whumpee lines #1
“I-I’ll be good next time. I promise.”
“Yes, S-Sir. I’ve been bad.”
“Nghnn. It hurts…”
“Get off me!”
“You don’t scare me.”
“I-I’m tired.”
“I deserve to be punished.”
“I love you.”
“You have taken better care of me than anyone else, Sir.”
“I feel alone.”
“I feel broken.”
“Yes, Master.”
“No more, p-please!”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Why me?”
“D-Don’t drink all of it!”
“Do you need to feed, Master?”
“I’m here for you.”
“Y-You’re scaring me…”
“No!”
“Y-Yes. Please! Uhm… Yes please, Sir.”
“I t-think that I might have caught a cold, S-Sir.”
“Do you know,” the vampire hummed in their ear, “how young you look right now?”
The protagonist choked on their gag, eyes glaring up at the vampire.
“Like a lamb to the slaughter,” they continued, trailing a finger through the protagonist’s sweat soaked hair. “Did they tell you what you were getting into?”
No, the protagonist thought, they hadn’t. The agency had needed someone to distract— someone new to the battlefield that the vampire wouldn’t recognize, with their memory as sharp as knives and their penchant for removing displeasing individuals from amongst the living.
And so of course, that meant the protagonist, fresh out of training, newly recruited, the littlest sibling of a sacrificial hero long since revered.
Big shoes to fill.
A solemn and silent grave to impress.
If the protagonist could have, they would have cursed the vampire out, but they supposed that would only make things worse.
Still, being in the room with the murderer of their big brother, the person who had left the hero of the city bleeding out in a place so hidden that by the time the protagonist found them—
Well.
They had a grave to impress.
The vampire caught their chin, tilting their head up.
“Little lamb, you look quite like my favorite enemy. Truly, the resemblance is uncanny,” their hand tightened on the protagonists jaw. “Say, our blessed hero didn’t happen to have a mini me, did they?”
The protagonist’s teeth clenched and they snarled through the gag.
The vampire grinned, delighted.
“Oh, how wonderful. It’s a pleasure to meet you, lamb.”
The protagonist simply blinked. The vampire clicked their tongue, as if disappointed. A moment later, the tip of their finger slid across the protagonist’s gag and it disintegrated.
The protagonist spit dust onto the floor, mouth dry with leftover cloth, before baring their teeth at the vampire.
“You piece of undying shit—“
The vampire slide an amused smile their way.
“The mouth on you. Yes, you really do look like them, don’t you? The resemblance is startling.”
“I’ll show you just how startling I can be if you untie these bonds.”
Behind their back, the protagonists fingers were numb. If they tried to punch, they doubted it would be successful. No need for the vampire to know that.
“Such rage for such a young individual. Tell me, little lamb, why do you want me dead?”
The protagonist closed their mouth that had been prepared to spit more venomous words, and swallowed thickly.
“I don’t want you dead—“
“Oh darling,” the vampire waved a hand. “Of course you do. It’s quite villainous of you, but I’m not one to judge morality.”
The protagonist bit the inside of their cheek, examining the edges of the concrete room, if only to avoid meeting the vampires all seeing gaze.
“Is this about your brother?” The vampire guessed casually, like hearing the vampire reference them didn’t stop the protagonist’s heart.
Their stomach clenched.
The vampire’s eyebrows eased in understanding.
“Ah. Well, then. I suppose I understand the sentiment. Nothing I can do about it, however. Bygones, they say.”
The protagonist lurched forward in their chair.
“He isn’t a bygone, he was my brother, and you murdered him—“
The vampire tutted, hand sliding over the protagonists mouth with impossible speed.
“Now, then, don’t say such atrocious things.”
The protagonist bit the inside of the vampires palm, and they raised an eyebrow. Their too cool palm didn’t move, smooth skin resting above the protagonists jaw.
“I did not murder your brother,” the vampire said after a tense moment. The protagonist glared at them.
Of course they had. The protagonist wasn’t stupid, they had seen the injuries on their brother. They had held him, in his final moments, terrified and shaking as their hands tried to cover too many wounds at once.
And then their brother had been dead and their hands had been covered in blood and all the protagonist could think was “It was the vampire.”
The vampire nodded as if they could read the protagonist’s face.
“Some things you are not meant to know,” the vampire murmured. “But I will tell you this—I did not kill your brother.”
They protested against the vampire’s palm, and the hand gripped tighter. For a moment, the protagonist remembered the terrifying strength hidden under that lovely face.
“I understand you are grieving. But I am not responsible for what happened. I am only responsible for what came next.”
They turned confused eyes on the vampire, and the vampire released them, studying the protagonist for a second before striding to the door.
The paused with a hand on the door knob.
“By the way, little lamb. Your brother isn’t alive,” the vampire’s voice rang into the room. “But he is living.”
The door slammed shut.
And the protagonist was left with the horrible realization that maybe when their brother had died, the vampire had done far worse than kill him—maybe the vampire had brought him back.
The protagonist started screaming for the vampire to come back.
Hours later, when they were rescued, the agency asked them what they had learned.
Stonily, faithfully, they looked their supervisor dead in the eye.
And said nothing.