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Chapter 6 – Happy Birthday

One week since he had
last seen David, one week since the kiss and Joel was going crazy
with longing. He had no idea how David had managed to cause this, but
since they had kissed he could think of nothing but the way David's
lips had felt against his own. The next morning he had barely
registered Hollis telling him about Dr. Preston's death and truth be
told he hadn't given a damn.

Those women didn't
matter. It didn't matter if they found them in time, because David
would kill them anyway. Only David mattered. His black hair and inky
eyes had appealed to Joel before, but now they haunted him.

Whenever he went to
sleep he dreamed about David, often awaking
aroused and in desperate need for release. He wanted to see David
again, no matter what the cost, but for the last week, he hadn't
received a photo, a message or a phone call.

Joel was restless like
everybody else in the police force and the FBI, although for
completely different reasons. While everybody else waited for the
next dead woman to turn up, Joel hoped for a message from David. He
spend hours watching the surveillance tape
of Dr. Preston's death. Seeing David grin and wave at him made his
insides ache for the other man, although he wasn't able to directly
define the emotion.

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When it knocked at the
door, Joel got out of bed and walked to the door, grumbling along the
way. His birthday. To his luck it was Sunday and he had a day off, so
he didn't have to pretend to be overly cheerful about it. Opening the
door he found a young boy, standing in front of it. He was clutching
a large bouquet of blood-red roses, that immediately filled the air
with their sweet aroma.

“I'm to deliver
this to a Mr. Joel Campbell.”

“That's me.”

Having handed the roses
over, the delivery boy left. Joel's heart was pounding in his chest,
hoping that there was a card attached to the roses and that they had
been sent by David. If they were it would probably mean, that another
woman was about to die, but at the moment he couldn't bring himself
to care.

He found the plain
white envelope, addressed
to himself. Putting the roses away first, Joel opened it. A colorful
birthday card and a cassette fell out. Joel put the cassette in a
player and soft piano music filled the room. David. His hands were
shaking, when he opened the card.

Happy birthday,
Joel!

I have a present for
you this year. I hope you like the roses.

I planned a little
birthday party for you. I have also invited another guest, whose
photo you can find on the right.

You know, where I'll
be expecting you, my loved one.

Until tonight, David

The
invitation was written on the left side of the card, while the other
was decorated with the photo of a young woman, who was bound and
gagged, sitting amongst a sea of lit candles. So this was the game he
wanted to play again.

Joel's
heart was beating with joy, although he was slightly guilty about the
young woman, who suffered only to allow him to see David again.
David, who called him his 'loved one'. The feelings that exclamation
awoke were inexplicable and Joel quickly forced them down. It was
better to not dwell on them to closely. That would only increase his
guilt.

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He
had spend the whole day nervously prowling his apartment and fighting
his migraine. He knew, that it was stupid to go to David, but it was
the only way he could save the woman. And the longer he thought about
it, the more he convinced himself, that he had no selfish reasons for
wanting to see David. He would try to save the girl and arrest
Griffin. The voice in the back of his head, that told him otherwise,
could just go fuck itself.

What
he was feeling for David was nothing but lust and when the temptation
was removed his temporary madness would hopefully vanish too. Joel
had needed the last few hours to convince himself of that, but he had
succeeded. Determined to not fall under David's seductive spell, he
left his apartment.

When
he arrived at the cemetery, everything was
like half a year ago. The wind was chilly and the air promised rain,
so Joel drew the trench coat closer around
himself. Even before he came close to Lisa's grave, he spotted the
tall, dark figure, casually leaning on a tombstone. Joel did not only
feel like he had a deja-vu, but he also felt his cock harden in his
pants. Although lately, that had happened whenever David's name was
mentioned.

Walking
closer to the black-clad figure, Joel waited for David to speak. He
hadn't bothered to bring his gun as he was sure, that David wouldn't
try to kill him. A small smile was playing around the dark-haired
man's mouth and Joel found himself smiling slightly in response. As
soon as he realized what he was doing, he stopped, chastising himself
for his weakness.

“Hello, Joel. It's good, that
you're finally here.”

“What do you want?” He
tried to keep his composure, to look self
confident and stern, although he wanted to break out into a
smile. David looked absolutely gorgeous. In addition to his leather
jacket, he was also wearing tight leather pants, that outlined his
body. Luckily his trench coat was
effectively hiding his erection. His traitorous body's reaction was
angering him, but he could do nothing against it.

“I already told you: We are
going to celebrate your birthday. Come on.”

There
was nothing else he could do, so he simply followed David, who hadn't
even bothered to check, whether he had a weapon. Walking slightly
behind David, gave Joel a perfect view of his ass, causing his hard
cock to throb painfully. He really had to get a grip on himself.

“It's good to see you again,
Joel.”

David
was petting his back, carefully steering
them towards a black car. Another deja-vu hit Joel, when David told
him to get into the driver's seat, but he complied without
resistance. He hoped, that the young woman in the photo was ok. Who
the fuck cares about her, as long as David is there, his subconscious
screamed at him, but he tried to resolutely ignore it.

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The
drive was uneventful since David was silent
except for the occasional directions he gave Joel. He seemed deep in
thought, but Joel didn't ask him about it, although he secretly
wanted to. David told him to stop in front of a beautiful, small
suburban home.

Quickly
walking around to the driver's side, David opened the door, patiently
waiting for Joel to get out. He put his arm around the FBI agent's
shoulders, while they walked towards the door. It never occurred
to Joel to scream for help, although he easily had the chance,
because if he did his time with David would end.

Joel
assumed, that it was the woman's house as he doubted, that David
would bring him to his own hiding place. When they stepped into the
living room, Joel didn't quite manage to stifle
his gasp. There was a small dining table with settings for three.
Rose petals were strewn all over the floor and the table, while
candles illuminated the room with their soft glow. The setting was
for a romantic dinner rather than a birthday party.

The
only thing that hinted at the abnormality
of the situation was the young woman, who was sitting at the table,
gagged and bound to her chair. Her eyes were wide and filled with
fear and pleading, when she looked towards Joel. He felt sorry for
her, but at the moment there was nothing he could do.

“Marie-Claire, this is Joel.
Joel, Marie-Claire.”

David
walked over to the young woman and placed a kiss over the tape, that
shut her mouth. “Joel is our special guest tonight. And if he
behaves, you might even survive.” Ignoring the glare Joel was
sending his way, David walked over to the couch and threw his leather
jacket over the arm rest.

“Get yourself comfortable,
Joel. Dinner is almost ready.”

TBC...
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