Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. WWE does. Except Lincoln, which is mine
After a few minutes of being unconscious, Dave's massive form began to stir on top of the black suede couch Victor managed to pull him onto. He was coming too after being knocked out by Lincoln with a candlestick.
"Linc& " Dave managed to utter weakly. His eyes flickered open as he tried to rise from the couch but he plopped right down after dizziness overcame him.
"This would be the 2nd time you've been knocked on the head in my house yes?" Victor said half-heartily. He gave Dave a cold compress to put on the back of his head where a nasty large welt was forming. Dave grabbed the compress and winced when the coldness stung at the swollen area. He sat up and looked frantically around the room.
"Victor Where's Linc?" Dave asked worried. He got up and ran towards the parlor doors.
"Lincoln went to go kill Tuvathu Dave." Victor answered gently.
"WHAT?" Dave screamed. He began to pace the room back and forth hysterically, gritting his teeth. Victor calmly sighed and wiped his eyeglass lenses with a soft white cloth. "How could you just let him leave Victor? You know what might happen to him if he goes after Tuvathu alone."
"It is neither my business nor my place to stand in the way of Lincoln and the decisions he makes. It is the slayer's job to perform his duties alone. I'm not allowed to interfere. I'm only here to provide guidance."
"GUIDANCE! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? You're his watcher. You're supposed to protect him! Keep him safe. No wonder Slayers never make it past their 29th birthday."
Victor cleared his throat. "The job of the watcher is "
"Fuck you Vic." Dave yelled as he stormed out of the parlor and headed towards the front doors.
"Dave listen to me!" Victor shouted from down the hallway. He ran towards Dave who swiftly turned around and faced the pleading man.
"No you listen. I'm not going to Let Lincoln get himself killed. I'm going after him, if you want to stay here and play fucking politics with his life that's your business. I'm not going to stand by and watch the man that I love gets murdered." Dave opened the door and slammed it on his way out.
Victor stood speechless as Dave's words stung him. He cared for Lincoln as well but it wasn't the place of a watcher to engage in the slayer's battles. It was against the rules. This struggle continued to ache at Victor as he wandered back into the parlor.
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"Well, here goes everything."
Lincoln crotched down behind a stack of industrial-sized shipping crates outside the weathered warehouse Tuvathu was believe to be held up in. He prepped his arsenal for a final battle with The Undertaker while contemplating his war strategy. A surprise attack wouldn't work he thought so he decided a full on attack would be best.
As he prepared himself, his mind kept drifting back to what Victor had said about Tuvathu's 2 previous slayer kills. He pondered if tonight the vampire would make him his third.
'I'm going to kill him and his assistant. I've killed worse than him before.' Lincoln thought to himself. He took a deep breath and peered over the crates to get a look at the warehouse. He detected no movement coming from outside (or inside) the building. He crotched back down and waited for the opportunity to present itself for him to move in on the two vampires.
Lincoln began to feel an immense amount of guilt for knocking Dave out earlier. He felt his reasons were justifiable. Dave wouldn't back down and Lincoln couldn't risk putting him in danger.
"I hope Dave isn't mad at me. I just don't want him to get hurt. Ugh stuff is just so complicated sometimes." He shook his head and sighed.
He looked in his bag one last time to make sure he had everything he needed for his attack.
"Stakes, check. Holy water, check. Crossbow, check and the passion to kick some ass tonight& CHECK!"
Lincoln grabbed the crossbow and emerged from behind the shipping crates. He took in a deep breath as he headed towards the warehouse. As he walked, he felt exposed being so out in the open. He looked behind him occasionally to make sure he wasn't hit with a surprise attack. As he approached the entrance he took a few moments to prepare himself mentally before opening the door.
He slowly entered the warehouse, crossbow cocked and ready to go. He scanned the poorly lit building for any signs of the vampires.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Lincoln muttered to himself.
He walked towards the middle of the large empty space, not making sure to keep quite. He knew at this point it was futile to surprise the 2 vamps.
"Alright Tuvathu. I'm here. Come out and play." He toyed.
Lincoln waited for a reply.
"I know you're here "
Lincoln heard a noise behind him. He quickly turned around to which his face collided with a strong fist, falling to the ground."
"Well if it isn't the slayer." Hunter said chuckling. He smirked and began circling the slayer, who kept himself on the floor, watching the vampire's movements. Hunter began to lick his lips. "You're gonna make a tasty treat tonight boy."
"Guess again dumb ass." Lincoln shot back as he quickly spun around and did a leg sweep, causing Hunter to fall backwards on his back. Lincoln got up and pulled out a bottle of holy water from his bag and smashed it in the blond vampire's face.
"FUCK! NOT AGAIN!" Hunter yelled as he held on to his face in pain. He began squirming around violently. Lincoln picked up his crossbow and was about to shoot the vampire with a wooden arrow when he heard the sound of clapping from above.
"Well done slayer. A nice counter-attack." A dark husky voice said. The shadowy frame belonging to the voice began to descend from the staircase slowly. Lincoln aimed the crossbow right at him as he made his way to the ground floor.
"Tuvathu. Surprised to see me?" Lincoln asked.
"Oh no my dear not at all. I've been expecting you." He replied.
"So this is it huh? We gonna fight til the end or what?"
"It would appear so yes."
"Fine. Show me what you got." Lincoln pulled the trigger on his crossbow and watched as a long arrow darted out towards Tuvathu.