“Trevor!” Izzy shouted when, despite her desperate efforts, the cross still met its mark. Izzy caught him as Trevor fell. The pungent smell of his blood filled her nostrils with more potency than the stench of burnt rubber and flesh as the thick liquid pumped from the gaping wound the cross had made in his side. With shaking arms, she gently lowered him, keeping one hand behind his neck as she sunk to the ground with him, the burning in her foot drowned out by the sight of him.
	For the second time in her life, she had not been fast enough when it truly mattered. It was Amber all over again. Only this time, there was no there one second there, then simply vanished the next. Even if she could get him to a hospital, she knew it would be too late. The damage was done. He had lost far too much blood in just those short couple seconds. Her vision swam and she let out a quivering exhale as she placed a hand over his wound, as if that alone would staunch it, would stave off Death’s cold, cruel hand. 
	“My... my phone,” she breathed as she tore her gaze from the thick liquid pooling over her fingers, and looked into his eyes. She shook her head and bit her lower lip before her fangs gave her a sharp reminder of their presence, of the world she had pulled Trevor into. “Trevor. I’m... I’m so sorry!” she sobbed out softly, then swallowed hard against the tears swimming in her eyes. “This is all my fault. I-I shouldn’t have brought you in on this.” She shook her head again, then hung it heavily. “I should have known better.”