Several unbreakable chains of blood tightly bound Donnie.
Deacon stared at Donnie, his gaze filled with greed and obsession. He was a Vampire, and precisely because he was a Half-blood who had been transformed later in life, he worked harder than other Vampires. That gave him talent and abilities far beyond theirs.
He had keenly noticed Donnie's uniqueness. He had specifically found a dagger in the bar, collected a trace of Donnie's blood that had luckily not been burned away, and studied it. A Mutant with Creation Ability? Creation was the Divine Authority of legendary gods! What right did a mere high-level Mutant have to possess it?
The results drove Deacon mad.
Donnie's blood contained some miraculous substance capable of sublimation and evolution. It seemed that some mysterious biological code lay hidden deep within his blood. Deacon was a Vampire who had dealt with the blood of all kinds of creatures his entire life. He could unearth the secrets within blood to the greatest extent possible.
He was growing frantic. That tiny bit of Donnie's dead blood had elevated the Daywalker blood he possessed, which had previously been insufficient, to an extraordinary level. It overturned Deacon's entire worldview. He realized that Donnie must harbor an enormous secret, lurking deep within his bloodline. At the end of his life's essence, there had to be some miraculous source.
He had to capture Donnie! Dissect him! Study him! He had to uncover the secret of that source!
Donnie's face darkened. Even the anti-coagulant, which should have been a devastating weapon, was useless. His heart immediately sank. If even the anti-coagulant did nothing, how was he supposed to kill Deacon, that infinitely reviving monster?
Just as he had joked before, did he have to kill him hundreds or thousands of times? They would be