Apparently, this guy did not know how to take a hint. That, or he was simply ignoring it. After her show of a kick, she felt his gaze on her, and she shifted the weight of the books she held. 
	Izzy shrugged when he said he wanted to meet the vampire and his interest in such things. [i]You don’t know the half of it,[/i] she thought sourly.
	“Even if it [i]was[/i] real,” she began, casting him a curious glance when he continued to stare at her, “I doubt it’d be as great as you think. Nothing ever is, really, once you ruin the mystery of things. It’s probably just some grumpy old guy who got lost and scared the crap outta some kids after dark.”
	Izzy inhaled when he finally mentioned what he had been staring at, and it dawned on her what it must be. She had not thought to check if Cerasus’ bite mark remained.
	“W-what?” She clutched her books in one arm, and reached up with her freed hand, covering the spot with her palm. “Oh, probably. I’ve been outside all day. We have some wicked mosquitoes around here. And now you’ve made me self-conscious.” She put on a scowl as she adjusted the collar of her jacket, hoping it would cover the mark. “Thanks a lot.”