MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

The rooftop battlefield erupted into a frenzy of violence as Damien, his pride wounded, retaliated with savage fury. His ice-encased fist connected with Blake's jaw, the impact resonating like a thunderclap. Blake's head snapped back, blood spraying from his mouth as he skidded across the rain-slicked concrete, leaving a red trail in his wake.

But Blake was far from done. He sprang to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth. His eyes blazed with unholy rage as he charged at Damien, his fist coated in a swirling vortex of hardened blood.

"Is that all you've got, you frozen fuck?" Blake roared, driving his blood-enhanced fist into Damien's stomach.

The impact shattered Damien's ice armor, sending razor-sharp shards flying. Damien doubled over, gasping, but quickly straightened up, a maniacal grin spreading across his face.

"Oh, I'm just getting started, boy," Damien snarled. He grabbed Blake's arm, ice spreading rapidly to encase it. "Tell me, how old is little Celena now? Has she started school yet?"

Blake's face contorted with pure, unadulterated hatred. With a primal scream, he headbutted Damien, his forehead colliding with the bridge of Damien's nose. There was a sickening crunch as cartilage and bone gave way.

Blood gushed from Damien's shattered nose, but he laughed through the pain. "Struck a nerve, did I?" he taunted, driving his knee into Blake's ribs with bone-crushing force.

Blake felt something crack inside him, but the pain only fueled his rage. He unleashed a flurry of blood-infused punches, each impact leaving crater-like bruises on Damien's flesh. "Don't you ever talk about my daughter, you sick bastard!"

The two vampires became a whirlwind of destruction, trading blows with inhuman speed and strength. Blood and ice flew in all directions, painting the rooftop in a grotesque mural of their battle.

Damien formed a massive ice hammer, bringing it down on Blake's shoulder with a sickening crunch. Blake howled in pain but didn't falter. He retaliated by creating a blood spear, driving it through Damien's thigh.

The building shook with the force of their combat. On the seventh floor, glasses rattled and pictures fell from walls. Patrons looked up in confusion, some beginning to worry about structural damage.

But on the roof, Blake and Damien were oblivious to anything but their mutual hatred. They clashed again and again, their bodies healing almost as quickly as they were wounded, driven by rage and bloodlust.

"You're pathetic, Blake," Damien spat, blood and saliva mixing as he spoke. "You think you can protect them? I'll find them, and I'll show Celena what a real father is!!!"

Blake's response was a primal roar of fury. He tackled Damien, driving them both to the ground. Straddling his opponent, Blake rained down blow after blow, each punch infused with his boiling blood. "I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!"

Damien's face became a bloody mess, but still he laughed, a chilling sound that cut through the rain and thunder. He suddenly surged upward, headbutting Blake and throwing him off.

Both vampires staggered to their feet, their bodies a testament to the brutality of their fight. Broken bones protruded from torn flesh, only to snap back into place moments later. Blood flowed freely, mixing with the rain to create red puddles at their feet.

They stood there, chests heaving, eyes locked in mutual loathing. Then, as if responding to some unspoken signal, they charged at each other once more. The battle raged on, two monsters unleashed, their powers pushing the very limits of their supernatural existence.

The night sky above flashed with lightning, as if nature itself was responding to the unholy violence unfolding on that blood-soaked rooftop.

The rooftop battlefield fell silent for a moment, the calm before the storm. Blake stood, his body healed but his rage far from spent. His eyes locked onto Damien, who was struggling to rise, his own regeneration slower than Blake's.

"You sick fuck," Blake snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "I'm going to end this. Right here, right now."

He charged forward, his fists a blur of motion. Each punch landed with devastating force, accompanied by a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. Damien's head snapped back and forth, blood and broken teeth flying with each impact.

From their vantage point, Duncan watched impassively, his face an unreadable mask. Beside him, Elena shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting between the combatants and Duncan's stoic profile.

"Duncan, perhaps we should-" she began, but a sharp look from the ancient vampire silenced her immediately.

Back on the battlefield, Blake had Damien pinned against the rooftop's edge. The ice vampire's body was a mess of broken bones and torn flesh, struggling to knit itself back together.

"Time to end this," Blake growled. He stepped back, his blood swirling around him in a furious vortex. It coalesced into a massive, wickedly sharp scythe, its edge gleaming with an otherworldly light.

But as Blake swung the scythe in a killing arc, Damien's body suddenly dispersed into a cold mist, the weapon passing harmlessly through the vaporous form.

Blake froze, his senses on high alert. The mist swirled around him, obscuring his vision and masking any sound or scent. He strained his ears, trying to pinpoint Damien's location.

Suddenly, he felt a shift in the air behind him. Blake spun, his scythe at the ready, just as Damien burst from the mist, face contorted with fury.

"Bingo," Blake muttered, a grim smile spreading across his face.

With lightning speed, he thrust the scythe forward, impaling Damien through the chest. The ice vampire's eyes widened in shock and pain. Before he could react, Blake dropped the scythe and grabbed Damien's head with both hands.

"Goodbye, you frozen piece of shit," Blake snarled, and with a savage twist, he tore Damien's head clean off his shoulders.

Blake stood there, panting, Damien's head in his hands. He felt a grim satisfaction, thinking it was finally over.

But then, movement caught his eye. From behind him, another Damien was approaching, a massive ice sword in his hands. This Damien stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes fixed on the decapitated body at Blake's feet.

Blake whirled around, confusion etched on his face. "What the-"

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