Date: Tue, 6 Apr 2010 21:58:32 -0500
From: Paul Tolbert <jatonblue@gmail.com>
Subject: A Newfound World 5

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. WWE does. Except Lincoln, which
is mine


"Dammit!" Dave stood up after getting an earful over the phone from Deputy
Director Kane about the discovery of a fourth victim. This time the body
was found in front of the LA Times building. The currently unidentified
male was in his late 20s, his body was coved with deep knife wounds and on
his neck was the undeniable signature of a vampire bite. He and Lincoln
were trying to figure out a way to close the case while taking out Tuvathu
in the process. Now after this highly publicized 4th killing which will no
doubt be in everyone's minds for days, this became seeming impossible to
achieve.

"What's wrong?" Said a sleepy voice buried under several layers of blankets
on Dave's king-sized bed.

"Nothing Linc, go back to sleep baby."

Lincoln lifted his head up to catch a glimpse of his concerned lover
standing naked by the bed.

"Clearly there's something wrong. What is it? You should tell me" Lincoln
poked his head out from under the covers, careful not to let any cold air
seep in through the opening. The apartment building's furnace was broken
and hundreds of residents went without heat for the night. The 2 men used
each other's body heat as warmth.

Dave sighed. "That was Arnold on the phone practically handing me my ass."

"Oh god. ANOTHER murder?"

Dave nodded. "This time the body was laid outside the LA Times building."

"Son of a bitch! What the hell is Tuvathu trying to accomplish?"

Dave walked over to the window. He peered down at the dark, semi-abandoned
streets of 4:35am below him. 'People need to be more careful, there's a
murderer on the loose', he thought to himself. Lincoln sat up, keeping the
blankets covering his body from the neck down.

"Look, We'll talk to Victor later today. He's got to have some ideas after
talking with the head of The Council. I doubt they are the only ones pissed
at Tuvathu's bid for fame. Vampires and demons alike love their
privacy. He's threatening all of that. It's time that he gets a stake to
the heart."

"But I thought you said the last time you faced him you barely got away?
I'm not letting you put yourself into that kind of danger again." Dave said
as he crossed his arms.

'God he's so sexy when's he's like that'. Lincoln smiled. He loved it when
Dave was overprotective. Even though he was more than capable of handling
himself, it was nice to feel the love of a larger man who cared for his
well-being.

"Dave you're forgetting I'm the Slayer, the chosen one dedicated to fight
all that is supernaturally evil and ugly. I deal with these kinds of things
all the time. We'll come up with a plan and—"

"It won't matter if he's dead. He's already killed four people. The
exposure is going to be hard to clean up."

Lincoln sighed. "Yeah I know that, but we can't just let him roam the city
for new targets can we? The more he publicly kills, the more power &
respect he's going to obtain from the evil community. It will be that much
harder to kill him with loyal subjects surrounding him."

Dave understood what Lincoln was saying, but a big part of him didn't want
Linc to go up against Tuvathu again. After his in-depth conversation with
Victor about Slayers and their short life-spans, Dave became obsessed with
keeping Lincoln safe from harm, even going as far as watching him from afar
whoever he went patrolling. Lincoln knew Dave was following him, but didn't
say anything. He'd appreciated the agent watching his back."

"Linc..."

"Look I know you want to protect me and everything, and to be honest it's
kinda hot—"

"Really?" Dave turned around and smiled.

"Yes, but I have to do this."

"What if we called in another slayer or 2..."

"No"

Dave sighed. "Fine"

"Great. Now why don't you come back to bed? I'm not finished using you
yet." A smirk played across Lincoln's face.

"OK" Dave grinned and walked over to the bed and snuggled with his lover
under the sheets. Dave wrapped his massive arms around his lover,
positioning himself in a spooning position. Lincoln snuggled his back into
Dave and quickly fell asleep. Dave signed and began to stroke Lincoln's
forehead.

"What am I going to do with you" Dave said softly. As he drifted to sleep,
he thought about protecting the man he loved. He knew he couldn't do much,
but as long as he was alive, Lincoln would remain that way as well.

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