SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God-Chapter 110: Run

After Damon made the call, Mark arrived there soon enough. He took the name plate off the car and drove here, hoping that he would not be caught by a cop. Thankfully, luck was on their side tonight.

Damon had already moved quite a distance away from the scene of the crime, and the chances of this car’s video surveillance on the streets being linked to that brutal slaughter were slim. Or at least he wanted to think so.

Damon knew it was a fool’s errand to try and hide after all of this. The only thing that he could now realistically hope for was time. In fact, ever since he broke Kate out of the hospital, he knew this day was going to come sooner or later, and now, because of these circumstances, they were here already.

They needed to run. Tonight. They needed to disappear to some corrupt third-world country where they could peacefully blend in and hide for a while at least until the damned doomsday begins.

Several thoughts crossed Damon’s mind, and several plans unfolded in quick succession, each more desperate than the last. He weighed identities, borders, cash reserves, and connections, most of which were laughably thin.

The moment he’d spilled that much blood, there was no returning to a quiet life. Not in this city. Ultimately, everything was going to change drastically. Their lives were going to become a lot more complicated now.

Someone like Hector didn’t just vanish without consequence. There’d be syndicates, maybe even politicians, digging through ashes.

Mark stopped the car and opened the trunk wordlessly. Damon helped him move the unconscious woman into the back seat, gently, like she might shatter at any sudden jolt. Her breathing was shallow but stable. She hadn’t stirred once.

"She really didn’t sell us out," Mark muttered, eyes fixed ahead.

"I know," Damon replied.

Mark gripped the wheel tighter. "I still don’t forgive her."

"You don’t have to," Damon said quietly. "Just don’t let that be your chain. I did not do all of this for her. I did it for you both."

Silence fell again as the car rolled back onto the street. The city was calm, deceptively so. But Damon knew this peace was thin, fragile, fake. Their lives as they knew it had already ended. Now, they had to move before the world caught on.

"We’ll need cash. New names. Somewhere off-grid but with electricity." Damon muttered.

Mark nodded. "How fast can we leave?"

Damon exhaled. "Right this second."

The two silently sat in the car as Mark quietly drove through the streets. They finally arrived at a destination, a government rehab center.

Damon didn’t say a word as they gently set her down on the cold concrete steps outside the government rehab center’s emergency intake wing. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was functional

They dropped her outside and left the area immediately.

"Are you sure about this?" Damon asked Mark again. After all, it did not feel good leaving her alone, helpless, and vulnerable like this, beaten so much that barely an inch of her life was left.

"Yes." Mark nodded. "You have already done above and beyond for me. Even if you wanted to risk more than this for her sake, I don’t want to. Our lives have already become complicated thanks to her. Now this is self-preservation. I have Kate to think about, and you have your parents to think about. Let’s leave. If she survives, she survives. Otherwise..."

Damon nodded. He did not force him anymore. "Let’s go and get Kate."

"She is already packing bags," Mark said as he replaced the nameplate on the car and drove back to the apartment complex.

Meanwhile, Damon had other headaches. How the hell was he going to pack up his family? His mother would probably be the easiest. She was always ready to pack a bag for vacation in some place, and the timing couldn’t be any more perfect.

He quickly opened his phone to check, and voila, the announcement of exchanging ingame coins to dollars was only just made, a few hours ago. The entire internet was in an uproar because of this, and the game’s popularity was skyrocketing through the roof.

Damon’s lips twitched. "Well, talk about timing."

If he converted a bunch of gold coins and showed his parents his new bank account balance, they would jump in joy and come for what bullshit vacation he names. He could then break the news to them slowly.

The real problem was his holier-than-thou elder brother and his almighty wife. His brother had never supported him all his life, and even in his last life, when he had lost everything, he had only blamed him and yelled at him for being so foolish in his life decisions.

And that woman was worse. She used every chance to put him down and literally cursed him for being a freeloader and eating his parents’ wealth. Damon had explained to her many times that he never received a big handout from his parents, but the woman was convinced that he was only able to succeed because of the family money he used.

Damon sighed. He did not want to think about these unpleasant things right now. Many bitter conversations and memories were there in their history, but that did not mean he hated them. Once upon a time, he and his brother had been close when growing up.

He was pretty close to his niece, who was a jolly little kid. He wouldn’t be so petty to hold a grudge because of the past and let that little girl suffer for her parents’ stupidity. Such small issues in the family were quite common. Which family did not have issues?

He was not ready to disown his brother and his brother’s family just for this. It was not like he stabbed him in the back. He just kicked him a little when he was down. Damon bitterly smiled, shaking his head.

He was also human, so he was feeling a little emotional right now. However, he quickly put it all aside. No. Now was not the time to calculate the plus and minus of every relationship in his life. They were family and fuck it. He decided to be the bigger person here.

He knew convincing that bastard was going to be very difficult, but he was going to try his damnedest best. Maybe if he mentioned an all-inclusive and all-fully paid trip, his sister-in-law might jump on the opportunity.

Scratch that. Actually, there was a really good chance of that happening.

Mark was already turning the street corner, and their apartment should be here in the next few minutes. It was time to start running.

Damon knew it would all come to this sometime in the future, but he thought it would be sometime in the future. Not in the first week of the damn game opening.

And now, D-Day was already here.

They had to vanish. Tonight. No time for reflection, no space for hesitation. They needed to disappear into some corrupt little country where the rules were flexible and cash spoke louder than truth. Somewhere quiet, remote, and forgettable, at least until doomsday finally showed up.

Mark parked the car downstairs. No more words were exchanged. Both of them knew what had to be done.

They ran up the stairs in silence. Inside the apartment, Kate sat by the window, two duffel bags by her feet and one more at her side. Damon’s.

She had packed it for him.

Her hoodie was zipped all the way up. Her knees were pulled to her chest. And though she tried to look composed, her red eyes told a different story.

"How is she?" Kate asked softly, not rising from the chair.

"She’s fine now. Damon got her."

Kate turned her head to Damon. Their eyes met, and she simply nodded.

Damon stepped forward, picked up the bag, and slung it over his shoulder. He didn’t ask how she was doing. They didn’t have the luxury of reflection right now. What mattered was that she was standing. That she had packed. That she was ready.

Mark locked the door behind them as they stepped out. Not that it mattered anymore.

Everything was behind them now. Their lives as they knew it was completely upturned tonight when none of them were expecting it. Only his mother, that woman, was capable of doing something like this.

Mark clenched his fists. He still had so much anger in him. That woman would never allow an ounce of stability in their lives. He hated her so much.

Damon looked up at the dark sky above. It was quiet, too quiet for a night like this. Somewhere out there, police would soon find bodies. There was soon going to be a manhunt for them.

"Let’s go." Damon let out a sigh and opened his door. It was going to be a long day today. The game had already started, and most of the people in the world would be logged in right now, but here he was running for his life.

With various conflicting thoughts swirling in his mind, he opened the door when suddenly a familiar face stood in front of him. A face that one could hardly forget if they see it once. A face he knew very well. A face he never thought he would see again.

"Damon." The ice-cold beauty, his old neighbour, was standing right at his doorstep with her long, gorgeous blonde hair. Her clear blue eyes were bluer than before, if that was even possible, and her immaculate beauty was as stunning as always.

Damon stood slack-jawed as he stared at the beautiful face in a daze and confusion. However, all of it cleared right up when an old figure quietly appeared beside her.

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