Disapproval flashed over Izzy’s face when Trevor marched toward her and Cerasus, hating his growing proximity, and momentarily wondering if Trevor had a death wish of his own. As he spoke, she fully released Cerasus, Trevor’s statement confirmed by two words.
Izzy ran a hand down her face, her palm stopping over her mouth as Cerasus sat on the ground, much of his energy drained from him. Drained by her. Just as he had wanted. At least, almost.
She listened intently to Cerasus’ tale, her eyes unseeingly turned to the summer-green mix of overgrown grass and weeds of the lawn. She gave a shaky, heavy exhale as he finished, and sunk to her knees not far from him.
“You would...” she breathed, then swallowed. She ran a hand through the lose part of her hair, but stopped with her fingers still entwined in the strands.
He had planned this from near the beginning. A sacrifice for a sacrifice. And all she would have known of it was what he wanted. She would have lived on, thinking him nothing but a callous, murderous monster she killed in a fearful, desperate rage. No matter how many people he had killed to survive, she could not easily push aside his choices with her. At last, she looked to Cerasus when he spoke once more. She inhaled through her nose at his threat, her stare intensifying, before shock at his tears made her eyes widen.
She looked at him for a long moment, then shook her head, slowly at first, then with more conviction. “No.”
She exhaled heavily and pulled her hand from her hair. She turned her head so Cerasus was only just in her sight, her voice soft as she began. “For... For an ancient king of the night, you’re an idiot, you know that? And still a bad liar. No one really wants to die. Sometimes we think we do, but we don’t. Just normally, people don’t figure that out until it’s too late. Like you said, I saved your life, but I won’t let you throw it away like this.” She shook her head again. “He,” she nodded toward Trevor, “thinks we met because he told me a rumor about you. I called it being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But... but you know what? Maybe it was fate trying to say something. As stupid as that sounds. So, no. I’m not going to kill you. And you’re not going on a killing spree.”
Izzy took another deep breath, and continued in so low a voice she was certain Trevor would not hear even if he stood directly behind her. “You’re still more human than you think, Carasus. A blood-thirsty monster wouldn’t have cared enough to even consider this. They... they would have killed me without a thought the night I offered my throat. But here we are. There must be another way out of this,” she continued slightly louder. “There has to be!”
She glanced to Trevor, hoping he had something to offer, but he did not. She looked around at the field of gently swaying grass and wildflowers that extended around them for miles.
So much for restoring balance, she thought with a sigh. But the sound cut off half way through. She groaned and her shoulders slumped as she looked toward the sky. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this. We need to find Riley. If this isn’t a time when things aren’t completely out of whack, I don’t know what is.”
Izzy got to her feet and moved to stand directly in front of Cerasus. “So, Cerasus Orion Damocles. The hot-blooded, cold-blooded, iron-blooded vampire. The King of Aberrations, and Master of Bazaar Jokes. You going to help find him, or stay here and brood about your suicide mission going awry?” She offered him a hand to help him to his feet.