A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

The Kill

The rage that ran through Lincoln's veins was enough to twinge his vision in red. He slid through the trees as silent as a wrath. Grimm would die. He would die now. The Bounty Hunter could already hear the mans small convey approaching. One carriage. Four foot soldiers, and a Grimm.     

Cracking his knuckles the Bounty Hunter put an arrow in his cross bow. He pressed his back against the tree, and peeked around the side. The foot soldiers were dressed casually, but they walk gave them away as trained lethal heathens. The smaller man ground his teeth and briefly reached up to touch the rim of his hat.

Taking a breath he aligned the cross bow with Grimm, and fired. Within a matter of seconds Marcus fell from the cart screaming--an arrow to his shoulder. The Bounty Hunter smiled drew his daggers and charged from the front while Valkyrie was already attacking their behind.

One was dead before Lincoln had even ran a few paces. The anger that flowed through Valkyrie was deep, but not as powerful as Lincoln's, but none the less it drove them into a perfect lethal force. They couldn't feel anything, sound was hardly present either. Only the desire to see blood with honed senses.

Lincoln ducked a swipe of a sword, thrown to disembowel him, then lunged forward plunging his daggers into the mans stomach, dropping him instantly. Another dagger was sliced across the downed man's throat, before Lincoln was knocked off by another assailant.

Valkyrie upon seeing that, allowed himself to be brutally hit in the side, just so he could the man instantly with a sword through the torso, and race to Lincoln's aid. It was to late though. The Bounty Hunter had already, snapped back viciously, and was a whirling cloud of death. The man lost both his arms, a chunk of his leg, before his throat was spilled.

The Bounty Hunter stood panting, eyes wild, heart racing, and hungry for more. He stepped heavily towards Marcus Grimm. The man who lay sobbing on the dirt road now, but once had Lincoln's face nearly shredded.

"Marcus Grimm...." Lincoln purred, sheathing his daggers, and rubbing his distended belly with a hand, just to make sure they were there and okay. Upon feeling them, he squatted down next to the tyrant. ''I hereby, Lincoln Crosalk, charge you with the act of treason, and an uprising army against the king. You will die, but do you have any last words?"

"The king is not a good man," Marcus spit, his eyes blazing with anger. The bolt in his shoulder made him lose to much blood already to bother attempting a struggle. "And you're going to die, you're mate is a man, and you're knocked up."

Silence, then Marcus laughed, "Let me die. I already lost my family. My little girl. My husband."

Lincoln drew a dagger, and eased it into the tyrant's throat his body numb at the man's last words. He looked to Valkyrie, who had looted the bodies then had dragged them into the forest. Lincoln got to his feet, and swung Marcus's smaller body over his shoulder.

Valkyrie was at his side at once. "Let me..."

Lincoln snarled but shoved the dead body at his mate. "I will see you at the house, bring me his head."

Valkyrie nodded, and the Bounty Hunter sent on his way, adrenaline gone. His body now ached severely, but he didn't make no show of it. At their house, he threw off his cloths, and took a bath, the water instantly red from the blood that had sprayed on him.

*****

Valkyrie did just what his hurting mate asked, and brought the head back in a neat little bag and something more. The smaller man was tucked up sleeping on the bed, but awoke when the warrior plodded in.

"I got the head preserved....well...did it myself, before I left town. It will decompose a bit, but will make it to the king."

"What's in the other bag?" Lincoln demanded, stretching out, then sitting up. Valkyrie smiled, and sat down beside him.

"We have endured a painful loss," he stroked his mate's face gently, then pecked him on the lips. Lincoln didn't respond he just looked away. Valkyrie wanted to yell at him. To make him understand it wasn't his fault.

"But we still have our little twins...." Both of their gazes dragged to Lincoln's plump stomach at that. There were still muscles on the upper part of his stomach, but on the bottom the muscles were faded, stretched, and disappearing.

"And....?" Lincoln questioned when Valkyrie leaned down to kiss his stomach.

"I got them this...." he opened the bag and pulled out a grey blue and green baby onesies. Lincoln winced, and Valkyrie set them aside feeling alarmed and worried, hoping he didn't re-open his mate's healing wounds.

The Bounty Hunter reached for them though, tears welling in his eyes. He blinked rapidly, as Valkyrie layer them on the smaller mans pudgy belly. Valkyrie then leaned forward and kissed Lincoln's forehead, and just held him.

"Thank you," Lincoln whimpered, squeezing the warrior's hands. "This makes me feel a lot better. Because you are right, we still have our twins. Our little triplet never had heartbeat, never got to live, and never had to feel pain."

"I love you...." Valkyrie breathed, just staring into Lincoln's beautiful brown eyes. The Bounty Hunter gave a last whimper, then smiled softly. He leaned in and connected their mouths. His manner was hungry and full of want.

"Celebrate with me...." he pleaded, his hand trailing over Valkyrie's leg and then to what made him male. "I need to do something fun. Enough mourning and enough worrying. "

The warrior gave a moan, set the onesies on the nightstand then threw one leg over the Bounty Hunter and straddled him. "Oh....I believe that is possible," he purred, leaning into begin kissing again.