I don't own Tarzan - although I wish I did! - it is completely the WB's. Plot line and all oc's are mine and I would greatly dislike anyone using them without my permission.
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Tarzan watched her from the top of a nearby building. He loved her, he didn't know why; it was like she had stolen his heart right out of his chest the moment he set eyes on her. It had physically hurt to see her in the arms of another man and still did. Why wouldn't she let him hold her as he longed to? Why must there be rules? What was she scared of? So many questions and no answer for any of them. So every day he followed her, watching her like now, making sure she was safe.
She looked up, sensing he was there and he made sure he moved back into the shadows. She had a new case; someone was killing fledgling actors and actresses, always in a different way, at a different time, and a different place. Only two things were the same; the targets job, and the smell surrounding the body. It never led anywhere, but always it was the same musky, sweaty, stench. Tarzan curled his lip into a disgusted sneer just to think of it. He was frustrated at his inability to find the man. ' Don't worry Jane; I'll find him for you.'
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Jane smiled inwardly, feeling safer knowing Tarzan was close. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help relying on him, and, if she was truthful to herself, having warm, fuzzy feelings for him. Warm and fuzzy wasn't something she was used to or trusted, but she loved the strange and wonderful sensations that erupted when she saw him. Every time he touched her a thrill of desire shot through her, made her weaker for moment, until she almost gave in to her need. She reflected for a moment on her relationship with Tarzan, before quickly turning her mind back to the situation at hand. 'that sicko, who could do this to an innocent person - just because of their job?' she looked down at the strangled young girl lying dead in front of her. She wasn't more than twenty-three or twenty-four. ' I have to find him; this can't go on for much longer. I could never forgive myself if he got away.'
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Across town a young man chuckled to himself as he washed the caking blood of his hands. 'three down - five to go.'
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Sorry I know its short - I just wanted to try out the idea and see if anyone liked it first - please review!!!!!