"Nice try Slayer." Tuvathu gleamed as he caught the arrow from the crossbow Lincoln had shot at him. He snapped the arrow in two and threw it on the ground that stood before him.
"Can't blame me for trying can you?" Lincoln replied angrily. He quickly re-armed the crossbow with another arrow as he moved slowly towards his right. Tuvathu chuckled and mirrored Lincoln's steps, stepping to his left. They began walking in a circular pattern, eyeing each other viciously and with a dark passion.
"So tell me Slayer, where's your FBI pet boy? Special Agent Batista isn't it?"
"That's none of your business Fang Boy. This is between us." Lincoln shot back. He stared at Tuvathu as the vampire began to rub his chin.
"Hmm...quite cocky for a small little boy aren't you? You have no idea what I'm capable of. I've killed two slayers before you child. You are no match for The Undertaker!" Tuvathu growled, his fangs gleaming in the poor lighting.
Lincoln glared coldly at Tuvathu. "We'll see about that."
Lincoln shot another arrow at Tuvathu, who simply moved out of its way. He roared with laughter as it pierced a wooden crate behind him. Lincoln threw the crossbow down on the ground and pulled out a stake from his back pocket.
"Guess we'll have to do this the old fashion way." He said as he darted towards the vampire. He was just a few feet away from Tuvathu when a powerful force speared his side and sent him sliding across the floor.
"Mind if I cut in?" Hunter said smiling. The blonde vampire whipped his hair and crept over to Lincoln, who lay sprawled out on the floor.
"Hunter!" Tuvathu snarled. "He's mine..."
"Just let me soften him up for you master. You may have killed two slayers in the past but I've yet to have my go at one."
Tuvathu stood silent for a few seconds before smiling.
"As you wish." He answered, gesturing for the blonde to have a go at the slayer. Hunter growled as he turned his attention to Lincoln, who was now standing in a fighting stance a few yards away.
"Time to die slayer!" Hunter roared as he launched himself at Lincoln.
Hunter punched Lincoln in the head and kicked his midsection, sending him flying backwards into a stack of wooden crates, knocking them over. Lincoln quickly recovered and delivered a spinning right kick to the vampire, punched him on the side of his face and swiftly performed a leg sweep, sending the vampire crashing down on the cold concrete floor.
Lincoln, wooden stake in hand, got on top of the vampire and began punching him, alternating between fists.
"An unwise move..." Tuvathu chuckled playfully. Lincoln quickly looked up at the dark figure, taking his focus off of Hunter. This proved to be an unwise move as Hunter quickly took control of the situation. He grabbed Lincoln's shoulders and rolled himself on top of Lincoln.
"Unwise indeed." Hunter agreed.
The vampire began choking Lincoln, who grabbed the vampire's wrist to try and break the firm hold.
"I've always heard stories about how potent the blood of a slayer tastes. Now I'll finally get a chance to try it myself..."
Hunter leaned in, wet fangs protruding from his mouth, his yellow eyes focused deeply on the exposed skin of Lincoln. He neared the slayer's neck before a hand was gently placed on his shoulder.
"That's enough Hunter. You had your fun, now its mine turn."
"But master..."
"That's enough!" Tuvathu commanded. Hunter growled and reluctantly released Lincoln.
Lincoln began gasping for air, slowly coming to his feet when he felt a strong blow across his back. Tuvathu grabbed Lincoln's head, lifting him up from the ground. The slayer was still reeling when Tuvathu was about to pierce the vulnerable flesh with his teeth.
"3-0" The vampire gleamed as he was now inches from Lincoln's neck. As he gave a final lean into Lincoln he heard an earsplitting gunshot, followed by a sharp pain in his left leg. He quickly dropped Lincoln on the ground and grabbed at the wounded area, cursing.
A large, bulky figure ran into the warehouse, his firearm trained on the Undertaker.
"Mind if I cut in?"