Taking that as a ‘yes’ to her question, Izzy nodded. “See you in a few minutes, then.”
	Deciding to take advantage of her vampiric abilities for the short remaining time she would have them, Izzy didn’t bother with the stairs. Though she hesitated at the roof’s edge, she jumped down the side of the building, mimicking Riley’s earlier descent.
	The moment her feet hit the ground, she straightened and ran toward the road, wondering what kind of preparations Cerasus had to make, and thinking on where she could get food.
	Even in a small town like this, supermarkets were locked and under surveillance. Besides, she did not feel like stealing. The only other place she could think of, was home. But did she dare risk that? Her going there could spell disaster, if anyone was up, especially with the gnawing in her stomach. But, where else [i]could[/i] she go?
	With a resigned sigh, she hurried into the city, navigating the streets expertly and staying to the shadows, though the streets were deserted at this hour.
	Once she reached her home, she checked for any sign that anyone was up, hoping her parents were still on the night shift. The fewer people to worry about waking up, the better. All the lights were out, so she stole inside through the back, using the key they kept hidden, just in case.
	Making an effort to breathe as little as possible in case the smell of humans would only wet her hunger, she went as quickly and quietly as she could, avoiding the creaky floorboards. In the kitchen, without turning on any lights, she grabbed a reusable grocery bag, and gathered the needed items for a couple sandwiches. She flinched at every creak or moan of the house, ready to flee if she so much as heard a yawn. She paused only to grab a cinnamon roll from a plate with a couple others in the fridge that her little brothers had somehow not eaten, munching on it as she gathered the other supplies. Before she left, she grabbed a second one for Cerasus, wrapping it in the plastic wrap that had been over the plate.
	She was almost at the back door, when she passed the doorway into the living room. She cast a quick glance up the stairs, then rushed to the bookshelves. She scanned the titles, found the joke book she had mentioned earlier, and added it to her bag before heading back out into the night, locking the door behind her. 
	Izzy returned to the abandoned school as quickly as her legs would carry her.
	“Hope you like bologna sandwiches,” she called as she ascended the first flight of stairs, searching for Cerasus.