Edvard was still reeling from the last hit. Vampires were known for their incredible healing abilities, in some ways, even more impressive than the werewolves’, but unlike them, for most vampires, healing required a very specific kind of energy.
They could supplement it with certain substances to aid their recovery, and right now, that’s exactly what Edvard needed.
Reaching deep into the inner lining of his large trench coat, he pulled out another flask. It was identical to the one he had earlier given to Blackjack. The only problem? It was his last one.
He drank it quickly, the thick liquid burning slightly as it went down. Almost instantly, he could feel its effects kicking in, his muscles tensed, and his blood began to flow with new vigor.