The vampire didn't retreat this time. He ran toward the beast, both moving fast, both refusing to yield. Their clash shook the air. The vampire dodged one claw swipe, then another, then countered with a burst of punches to the werewolf's jaw.
The creature snarled, more annoyed than hurt.
It swung low.
The vampire jumped.
But the werewolf anticipated it.
Midair, the vampire realized the mistake too late.
The werewolf grabbed him by the leg and slammed him into the ground hard enough to crack the floor. The vampire gasped, air forced out of his lungs. He tried to roll away, but the werewolf stomped down, and its claws punched deep into the concrete where his head had been.
The vampire rolled to his feet and rushed forward again. Desperation sharpened his movements. He clawed at the werewolf's chest, ripping fur and skin. Blood spilled, but the creature barely flinched. The wound began healing almost instantly.
The vampire snarled, showing frustration for the first time.
