Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. WWE does. Except Lincoln, which is mine
Dave opened his apartment door, exhausted from his stressful day at work. A third victim had been found near a park and his boss at the Bureau was pressuring him to get this case solved quickly as possible. His boss's bosses were pressuring him as well. The media got hold of the vampire rumors circulating around and ran with it ferociously.
"LOS ANGELES: CITY OF VAMPIRES?" one headline read in the latest edition of The LA Times.
"V FOR VAMPIRE" read another.
As Dave thought about the case, his thoughts kept finding themselves back to the Mysterious stranger that had cornered him at one of the crime scenes a few weeks ago. 'Who was he?' Dave thought. He claimed his name was Lincoln Burios, but Dave couldn't find any record of him in the FBI databases. Why didn't Dave perceive him as a threat? Or the killer for that matter.
He sighed and entered the apartment. He placed his keys on the table and hung his coat up. He took a few steps towards the living room to turn on a light when a soft voice was heard from the other side of the room.
"Tuvathu" it said.
"SHIT!" Dave screamed out and reached in his holster to pull out his weapon. just as he did this a light came on in the room. There stood the stranger he'd been thinking about.
"Tuvathu"
"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME..."
"No not a god, a vampire, THE vampire. The one you've been searching for."
Dave kept the gun pointed at Lincoln.
"Why are you here?" He asked through gritted teeth. "How the hell did you get in here?"
"Oh I um you know broke in." Lincoln said quickly. "Anyways Tuvathu is the name of the vampire that's been killing all those kids. Three right? Anyways I thought you should know, even though there's nothing you can really do about it. That's my job."
"What the hell does that mean 'It's your job'?"
"Just like I said, my job, not yours. I'll explain it to you in kindergarten terms if you put the gun down"
"Why should I? Apparently last time we met, you were stone cold when I pointed it at your chest"
"Well you weren't angry then..."
Dave gave him a cold stare before he re-holstered his firearm and crossed his arms.
"Why did you break into my apartment?"
"I'll explain that later. Right now, you need to know more about who you're dealing it. Tuvathu is a very powerful vamp that has been roaming the earth for more than 500 years. He mostly stayed in Eastern Europe, but I guess he decided that was mega boring so now he's here. My watcher---"
"You mean Victor that old creepy guy?"
"HE'S NOT CREEPY! Just a bit... British" Lincoln rolled his eyes and continued.
"Anyways like I was saying before SOMEONE unkindly---"
"JUST SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!"
"OK OK! Victor said that another slayer in Europe overheard---"
"There's another one? Just how many---"
"Nine. There are always nine active slayers in the world at one time. When one dies another rises. Can we move on now?"
Dave exhaled deeply.
"This guy is looking to make his claim here in LA as the new big bad. So its my job to stop him. Vampire, Slayer, Dead Vampire."
"What about my case?" Dave asked "I can't just close it without a suspect"
"You're gonna have too. You can't arrest a vampire. Prison transfer comes and boom he's dust, assuming its daylight outside. Oh and let's not forget the whole killing other inmates by sucking their blood part."
"This is insane..."
"Yeah I know. Tell you what? How about you come slaying with me, right now."
Dave was shocked at Lincoln's suggestion. He'd always wanted to go and see Lincoln in action. Now was his opportunity.
"Really?"
"Sure kiddo, you can go to the candy store with me", The slayer said grinning. Dave wasn't amused.
"Why though"
"Your 3rd victim is going to rise tonight, just like the other 2 did. I figure we dust his ass before he gets a chance to roam the earth as the undead."
"OK I'm in. let's go."
They both proceeded to walk out of the apartment and to the cemetery where Josh Bailey was buried. The 21 year old College Junior was killed inside his dorm room, leading both men to believe that Tuvathu was invited inside. As they walked towards the elevator, Dave began to think about his encounter with the slayer a few minutes earlier. He'd been pissed that Lincoln allowed himself to enter his apartment, but was happy that he showed up, not only for the new information, but because he enjoyed his company.