Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. WWE does. Except Lincoln, which is mine
After a long and passionate night of love making, the 2 men passed out on Dave's bed, wrapped in each other's arms. Dave occasionally awoken to find that Lincoln had horded the blankets on his side of the bed. He just chuckled and snuggled closer to his lover, allowing Lincoln's body heat to press against his body. As morning came, rather quickly Dave thought to himself, they laid in bed, meeting each other lustful gazes.
"Mornin'" Lincoln said, still groggy and sleepy. He took a big yawn and stretched his arms in the air.
Dave too took a big yawn and rotated his arms to relieve his sore back muscles."Morning baby. How was your sleep?"
"Great. I love having your body next to mine." Lincoln reached over and kissed Dave softly on the lips.
"Mmm" Dave moaned. He grabbed Lincoln by the hips and rolled on his back, positioning Lincoln on top of him, straddling his mid-section.
"I love you so much Linc."
Lincoln beamed down at his lover. "I love you too Dave. As much as I would like to stay I um... I have to go."
"Go? Go Where?" Dave asked confused. "Can't you stay here just a little while longer? I want you so bad." Dave began to plea and had an innocent look on his face.
"Dave, Tuvathu is still out there. I can't just ignore that. Last night shouldn't even have happened."
Those words stung at Dave hard. His face had now shown signs of hurt and confusion. "You...you regret sleeping with me Linc?" He asked weakly.
"No! Oh god no Dave, It's just... We need to find and kill Tuvathu. I have to make him a priority. We wasted time last night by coming back early. We should have continued to search for him."
"Yeah I guess you're right. But Linc it's daytime. I don't think Tuvathu or any other vampire are awake or out and about."
Lincoln got up from the bed and began to dress himself.
"Hmm? Oh I have to talk to Victor. I'm sure he'll be pissed at me once he learns about this."
Dave shifted closer to Lincoln and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"Well then let's not tell him." Dave said planting sweet kisses on Lincoln's neck, making him shudder with delight.
"He'll find out sooner or later. I'm a horrible liar." Lincoln said playfully.
Dave chuckled. "Really? I hadn't noticed."
"Whatever. Where are my socks? Ugh nevermind I'll pick them up later. I'll see you soon OK?" Lincoln leaned down and began to passionately kiss Dave. Lincoln tried to pull away but Dave held on for dear life.
"Dave...Let...me...go!" Shouted Lincoln.
Dave broke the kiss and sighed. "Can't blame me for trying." He said smiling.
"In ALL of my years of working with the council I have never seen someone so irresponsible!"
"Victor I know tha--"
"SILENCE!" the tall & slender Englishmen began to pace back and forth in a large dark room filled with bookshelves and various other décor items. The room gave off a light fragrant scent, peppermint. It was dark and cold; the only source of heat was the roaring fire that was burning ferociously in the fireplace. Lit candles lined the walls. They sat on old-fashion golden candle holders.
"I mean really Lincoln how reckless can you be?!? Tuvathu is a powerful vampire who will stop at nothing to continue his rampage. You are the slayer, you must stay focus." He pulled off his glasses and used a handkerchief from his coat pocket to wipe the lenses.
"I never asked to be a slayer." Lincoln mumbled. He kept squirming in his seat as he continued to get an earful from his watcher.
"Be that as it may you are a slayer and you need to fulfill your duties. It is what's expected of you."
"Why? Why do I have to do this?" Lincoln stood up and walked over to Victor. "I mean what if I don't want to be the slayer? The almighty chosen one who has to kill every fucking thing that has fangs and 2 heads! I just want a normal life OK?!? I mean there are 8 other slayers; you can take your pick. Have them take care of Tuvathu." Lincoln walked towards the entrance of the room to leave. He stopped dead in his tracks when someone opened the door before him.
"Da--Dave what are you doing here?" Lincoln asked surprised.
"I...I um just came to see if I could help in any way." He responded.
"Oh you've helped quite enough already haven't you?" Victor spat as he walked over to the two men.
"Look it's not Linc's fault. I'm the one who convinced him to come to my apartment. I wasn't thinking clearly. I'm sorry."
"What's done is done." Victor began. "What needs to happen now is you two need to continue searching for Tuvathu. I'll continue my research here. Hopefully It will give us some knowledge as to his habits and behavior."
"OK. Dave let's go." Lincoln grabbed Dave's arm and lead him out of the study and into the main hall. When Victor first came to the states he purchased an old Victorian dwelling just on the outskirts of Los Angeles. It was old and full of character, and of course had the occasional unsettling sounds at night. Victor considers this place their base of operations. It was also his home.
"OK so where are we headed?" Dave asked. Lincoln didn't respond. He just stared out the window of the vehicle and sighed. Dave reached over and gave him a nudge on the shoulder.
"Linc? Where are we headed?"
"Oh um a bar, or more precisely a demon hangout. It's called Willies."
"OK. Just let me key it in the GPS...Alright just a mile out. You think Tuvathu might be there?"
"No. I think the owner of the bar might know where he hangs out. It's worth a try. I can't believe I didn't think of it before. " He sighed and rested his head back on the window to his right.
"It could have happened to anyone Linc. Don't worry about it." Dave said reassuringly.
"Oh yeah? Dave you don't get it. Things like that can get people, innocent people killed. I have to stay focus, maintain vigilance. I screwed up and because of that more people could die. I haven't been much of a slayer lately."
"Linc...People die every day. Not trying to sound harsh but many die from other people's mistakes. You can't even know for sure if visiting Willies earlier would have done much help. "
"We wouldn't know if it would've helped." Lincoln mumbled. Dave sighed and continued to drive, following the GPS's instructions to a T. He knew it was pointless to continue arguing with Lincoln. He was having a pity party and Dave wasn't invited.
A few moments later they had arrived at Willies. Dave pulled into the nearly deserted parking lot. He canvassed the area with his eyes.
"You sure this is the place?" Dave asked unconvinced.
"Yeah. Demons don't have cars Dave."
"Right. Forgot about that."
The bar was filthy and unkempt. The floor littered with bottle caps and old newspapers and various other items. The bar had a rancid odor lingering in the air. Willie, the barkeep tended to his customers. A bright red demon with horns attached to his head and razor sharp blades sticking out of his hands and arms sat at the bar, demanding to be serviced.
"HEY! Where's my drink Willie? I'm getting very annoyed here." It said in a deep, almost blood-curling voice.
"Coming right up!" Willie was a short and tiny man. He had messy black hair and green eyes. His personality was peppy like a firecracker. He was the "Go To" guy if you needed any information about the big bads in LA. He loved to gossip and is known for his loose lips. More often than not they have gotten him into trouble with the local demon community.
"Here ya go Dan. One Vulture blood-filled lager with cinnamon and spices and just a hint of nutmeg, just like you like it."
"Thanks." The demon got up and walked over to a booth with two vampires were sitting.
The door of the bar opened and 2 men stepped in. Some of the customers shielded their eyes as if the sunlight was blinding to them.
"Well well well. If it isn't the slayer. HEY EVERYBODY! The slayer's here!" Willie shouted as loud as he could. All eyes were now trained on Lincoln and Dave. Dave had his right hand close to his firearm, preparing for the worst. Lincoln stood his ground, appearing to be completely calm at the situation that had formed.
"Calm down boys. Unless you've killed a human...or puppy in the past 24-48 hours, I'm not here to kill you." Lincoln knew he was out numbered. That was a fact. But he also knew that most of the demons were afraid of him. They were bigger and taller than him, but the reputation of the slayer is known by all. Most demons dare not to challenge a slayer unprovoked. The power of the slayer's name is enough to unnerve a demon. It's the things demons have nightmares about.
"So Willie, I need to ask you a few questions...if you don't mind."
"Um yeah actually I do mine. I'm busy tending to my customers. So you know...leave."
Lincoln slammed his fist on the bar and glared at Willie with fury. "Look you beady-eyed toad. I came here for answers and I'm not leaving until you give them to me. What would happen if word got out that I killed a few of your customers during business hours? That would be bad for business."
"OK! Fine ask away. What do you want?"
"Simple, I want information about a vampire. Goes by the name of Tuvathu."
Willie swallowed hard. His eyes began to move rapidly and he appeared shaken.
"Something wrong Willie?" Lincoln asked, leaning closer to Willie.
"No no not at all. Look I heard of the guy but don't know much about him."
"You're lying."
"NO! I'm not I swear. Please can you come back later? You're beginning to scare away my customers away."
"Just tell me what I want and we'll leave. It's not like we wish to stay her--"
Lincoln was interrupted by the sound a chair slamming down behind him. Dave drew out his firearm and turned around to see a demon appearing to be completely composed of rocks stand up and walked towards them.
"Linc..." Dave managed to say, his throat became dry. For the first time in a while, Dave appeared to be scared at the situation, but firmly held his ground. He was going to stand behind Lincoln no matter what.
"It's ok Dave. I've got this." Lincoln met the demon halfway across the room. Both stood inches apart from another. The demon peered down and snarled at Lincoln.
"We don't want your kind here." It said.
"My kind? And what exactly is 'My Kind'?" Lincoln asked laughing.
"Slayers. This is a demon place."
"Oh god dude man-demon segregation is so 1960's. I'm just here for a bit of information. Nothing to fear."
"DO YOU THINK WE'RE AFRAID OF YOU SLAYER?" The demon took a half step forward, closing the gap between the two.
"Look you need to back off. We're not here to cause any trouble. So if you would kindly jus--"
Lincoln felt a sharp pain on the side of his face as a rocky fist smashed into the side of his head. Dave aimed his weapon at the demon's head and shot him 3 times. The demon stumbled back a few steps from the force of the bullet. Seconds later Dave was in shocked to see the demon had simply laughed and brushed himself off.
"What the fuck?" Dave spat out. He focused his attention to Lincoln, who began to rise from the floor.
"Big mistake pebbles." He said as he launched himself towards the demon.