The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 36: Face to face with my mortal enemy (2)

My axe gleams in the weak moonlight, ready to come down on the neck of that arrogant fat bastard, when...

CLANG!

Something wedges itself between the blade and the man’s neck, stopping my strike.

A sword of white light — radiant, yet impossibly solid. I recognize it instantly. It’s the weapon of a Monster Slayer!

But not just any Monster Slayer — that Monster Slayer. That damned masked bitch who, a few weeks ago, would’ve finished me off if it hadn’t been for the intervention of a certain Alex Serghal — the dark emissary who works for John.

It makes no sense... how the fuck did she manage to find me again?! And right when I was about to crush those two damn insects! There’s only one explanation — she’s been tailing me day and night, waiting for me to make a single mistake!

But this time it won’t end like last time. I’m stronger now... this time, I’ll be the one to kill her!

I raise the axe again, charging an attack at the Monster Slayer, but...

SBAM!

Shit!

That bitch beats me to it, anticipating my move and driving a kick straight into my stomach, sending me flying into the wall with enough force to crack it.

Damn it... I feel my bones creak, my organs twist. And yet John said Monster Slayers are just fucking humans — how the hell can she have this kind of strength and reflexes?!

Instinctively, I bring a hand to my mouth, holding back a gush of blood.

A kick... a single, fucking kick did this to me? Are you kidding me?!

Luckily, my regeneration starts doing its dirty work, but the pain remains — oh, it definitely remains.

I struggle back to my feet as the two thugs flee with their tails between their legs.

So now not only the cops, but even Monster Slayers are covering the asses of that scum. What a shitty world...

But it doesn’t matter. First I’ll deal with this bitch, then I’ll hunt those bastards down again — I’ll just follow the trail of blood left by the hand I chopped off that fatass.

She caught me by surprise once, but it won’t happen again!

I grip the axe with both hands and dash toward her at a speed no normal human eye should be able to follow, especially in the dark. And yet...

CLANG!

Again. That whore parries my blow as if it were nothing!

No... this is absurd!

I swing another strike with my heavy axe of metallic blood. Then another. And another!

God, from the outside I must look desperate, but for some reason she’s only defending — she doesn’t even try to counterattack.

Is this bitch playing with me? Or maybe... am I wrong? Maybe my relentless barrage isn’t even giving her time to react! If that’s the case... then I have to keep going. Harder. Faster. But...

SBAM!

An elbow slams straight into my face — I don’t even see it coming! And before I can assume a defensive stance, a knee drives into my stomach.

Instinctively, I fold forward, clutching my abdomen, but she follows up with a second knee — this time to the nose — and in an instant I’m sprawled across the asphalt.

My stomach twists, blood floods my throat, pouring nonstop from the corners of my mouth. Even breathing makes my lungs burn like they’re on fire — and my nose... completely shattered!

No... it can’t end like this. It can’t!

I stretch an arm toward her and... «Blood Manipulation: Spike Bullet!»

A sharp spike erupts from my palm and shoots lightning-fast toward the Monster Slayer.

Unfortunately, I still can’t perfectly control this spell. The last time I practiced at John Hardley’s villa, it always dissolved after about ten meters. But she’s less than five meters away — at this distance, missing shouldn’t be possible! But...

SWING!

She... she sliced it?!

An instant before the projectile could hit her, she literally cut it in half with her sword of light, with a precision that would make a laser cutter jealous.

Damn it, her strength is insane... but I expected that! That spell was just a diversion for my real attack!

I spring sharply upward, vaulting over her. The sudden movement sends waves of agony tearing through me from head to toe — my body is still far from regenerating the damage I’ve taken — but I don’t have a choice if I want to kill her!

Once again, I raise the scythe, ready to crush her head with a surprise blow from above, but... she leaps upward an instant before I strike, smashing her fist into my chin with a rising uppercut.

A brutal hit that sends me flying into the air, only to crash back down after a parabolic arc, slamming me hard into the asphalt.

More blood erupts from my mouth. And my jaw... I feel it tearing away from my skull, shattered into a thousand pieces!

She’s too strong... I can’t move... not a single muscle. My strength is gone... and my blood... I think there’s more of it outside my body than inside now. My vision blurs more and more, my regeneration completely compromised.

And yet... why hasn’t she killed me yet? She could’ve done it at least three times during this fight if she’d used her sword. Instead, she struck me bare-handed every single time.

Did she do it just to make me suffer before killing me?

Oh... so this is what it feels like to be at the mercy of someone who could kill you at any moment, but chooses not to — just to enjoy watching you spit blood.

She must be a real sadistic bitch, taking pleasure in seeing me get back up again and again, weaker and more broken each time, only to smash me back down even harder.

Yeah... pretty hypocritical of me, considering it’s exactly what I intended to do to those two delinquents earlier.

Alright. Lesson learned: never torture someone before killing them.

Now, though, I think I’ve truly reached the end of my strength.

I don’t even try to get back up anymore. I stay there, lying on my back on the asphalt, now stained red with my own blood.

Naomi... forgive me for what I said to you...

And you too, Kimberly. I’m sorry I won’t be able to attend your show tomorrow night — but I’m sure you’ll be stunning, and that you’ll make a great impression anyway.

They say that when you’re on the brink of death, you relive all the happiest moments of your life in an instant... but maybe I’m so wrecked that I don’t even have the strength to remember the good times with Veronica and all our fucks.

In short, not even one last satisfaction before dying. How pathetic...

The Monster Slayer takes a few steps toward me. Even through the mask, I can feel the hatred and contempt burning in her gaze.

Then she raises the sword to the sky, ready to deliver the finishing blow.

I squeeze my eyes shut as hard as I can, bracing myself for the inevitable — for the moment when I’ll feel the worst pain imaginable, and then... nothing. Forever.

One... two... three seconds...

Nothing.

I snap my eyes open.

She’s gone.

Now I’m alone, lying in a pool of my own blood, in this narrow, dark alley on the outskirts of Long Island City.