Sweet Revenge With My Billionaire Vampire

Dacatt stumbled back, panting heavily, his head throbbing from the headbutt.

He leaned against the ledge, trying to collect himself. His arms ached, his lip was bleeding, and he could feel the bruises forming on his face. He had been in plenty of fights before—hell, he had even taken down men twice his size. But this? This was something else entirely.

Andrei recovered too fast and in a flash, he dashed forward, seizing Dacatt by the back of his jacket. He swung him across the rooftop like he weighed nothing, sending him hurtling through the air.

His body crashed against the concrete floor, rolling violently before slamming into the opposite ledge.

"Fuck," he muttered breathlessly before coughing hard, blood spurting from his mouth. Although his body screamed in agony, he still forced himself to move, pushing himself up into a sitting position.

Andrei elegantly adjusted his cufflinks with an almost bored expression. His hands then moved to his suit jacket, straightening it before stepping forward.

"How the hell is he still standing like that?" Dacatt thought.

He had some fight left in him, but what was the point? He had landed his best hits—hits that should’ve at least slowed a guy down for at least two minutes—and yet, Andrei didn’t even look ruffled.

At this point, he was aware that he was outmatched. His only real option was to flee because he knew if he stayed, Andrei would beat him senseless, drag him off, and interrogate him until he had nothing left to say.

He had no one looking out for him. No family or friends. His clients only cared about results, and if he disappeared, they’d just hire someone else. Evans certainly wouldn’t give a damn either.

His eyes darted around the rooftop, searching for a weapon or anything that could help him escape, but all he found was a rough old cement bag filled with sand, sitting beside him.

Andrei stopped in front of him, glaring down at him. "You really should have just surrendered."

Dacatt let out a humorless laugh, grabbed a handful of sand, and flung it at Andrei’s face, the grains shooting through the air like tiny daggers.

Andrei had been expecting some kind of last-ditch attack, but he hadn’t anticipated the sand.

He instinctively shut his eyes, but not fast enough. He grunted as some of the sand got past his lashes, stinging and scratching at his eyes in the most uncomfortable way. His hand came up to rub at them, trying to clear his vision.

Dacatt wasted no time and gripped the rooftop ledge, hauling himself up and glancing down at the edge. Below, the metal fire escape stairs stretched down the side of the building. That was how he had gotten up here in the first place.

For a split second, he hesitated, looking back at Andrei who was still trying to wipe his eyes.

"I could attack him now while he’s temporarily blinded." But then, he shook his head. "No, it’s a risky move. This guy isn’t normal at all. If he could dodge bullets like they were dodgeballs, then who’s to say he can’t fight while blind."

He swung his legs over the ledge and jumped. The fall wasn’t far, but the landing was brutal. His body slammed hard onto the metal staircase, his left side taking the full impact.

A fiery pain erupted in his arm, but he bit back the scream that almost escaped him, hissing instead. For a moment, he just lay there, the entire world spinning.

"Get up. Get the fuck up!" He yelled at himself internally. He rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself up, ignoring the searing pain. He scrambled to his feet and bolted down the stairs, skipping two steps at a time, and nearly tripping in his rush.

He reached the last flight of stairs and jumped the remaining steps, hitting the pavement hard and disappearing into the night street.

Andrei’s vision was finally clearing. He blinked rapidly, his eyes still stinging but adjusting to the night again. As soon as he could see properly, he rushed to the edge of the rooftop and looked down, scanning the area, but Dacatt was gone.

"Dammit," he muttered. He had been careless. He had underestimated him and let his guard down simply because he was a mere human.

Meanwhile, Dacatt kept running. His legs felt heavy, and every step sent waves of pain through his body, but he didn’t stop or even dare to look back.

He ran down the streets, weaving through alleyways and side paths until he was sure he had put enough distance between himself and that building. Only then did he finally slow down, stumbling into a dark, narrow alley.

His body gave out and he dropped to the ground, his back hitting the cold brick wall behind him as he flopped down, gasping for breath.

He pulled the balaclava off and tossed it aside, sweat dripping down his face, mixing with the blood smeared across his cheek and lips.

A strangled groan left his throat as his entire body felt like it was on fire. He lifted a trembling hand to his left arm—the one he had landed on when he fell onto the stairs—and gripped it. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

It was throbbing violently, radiating pain from his shoulder all the way down to his fingers. When he tried to move it, an unbearable ache shot through him, making him suck in a breath. It was probably dislocated.

"Shit," he cursed. "That guy... He can’t be human."

He gulped, trying to slow his breathing, but fear still clung to him. He let his head fall back against the wall, staring up at the black, empty sky.

His pocket suddenly lit up, followed by the vibration of his phone. He reached in and pulled out his phone and saw Evan’s caller ID flashing across the screen.

He just stared at it, his thumb hovering over the screen. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to answer.

The call ended, but almost immediately, it rang again.

He sighed heavily before finally swiping to answer.

Evans’ voice came through the line, sounding slightly anxious. "So, how did it go?"

Dacatt shifted, adjusting his position against the wall. The sound of his pained grunts was enough to give Evans the answer before he even spoke.

He wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand, then said, "Meet me at the same bar as last time. We need to talk."

And just like that, he ended the call.