The ease at which her attack succeeded shocked Izzy. Cerasus did not so much as raise a hand to push or pry her away. With the strength and speed he had displayed thus far, she was sure he could have. What was he playing at? But any reservations that still clung to her faded the moment the thick, crimson ambrosia poured over her tongue. How much she drank or for how long, she could not say, nor did she care. She felt Cerasus begin to tremble in her grasp, but paid it little mind. It took her a short moment to realize when he spoke, but she heard his quiet words all the same.
	Then the sound of Trevor’s voice called for her attention. Reluctantly, she pulled from Cerasus’ neck, licking red from her lips as she looked to her friend, surprised he had exited the building. Though he [i]had[/i] shown a disregard for his own safety at least once before with Psychotic Episode, [i]this[/i] was no battle with a half-vampire.
	“What’re you doing?” she groaned out, panic at him being in the open in her eyes. Her brows furrowed at his second statement. He was the one who suggested slaying Cerasus, and [i]now[/i] where was something not right about it?
	She stared at him contemplatively at his question. Her attention turned to Cerasus again at the change in the atmosphere, but before she could so much as say something, a portion of the barn blasted away. Even half drained of his blood, his powers were still frighteningly impressive.
	“Trevor!” she shouted, her grip on Cerasus loosening as debris rained down on her friend. “You leave him alone!” she growled in Cerasus’ ear. She returned Trevor’s gaze when he looked to her, apparently unharmed.
	What had he seen that she had missed? She ran everything pertinent to the situation leading up to this day through her head as quickly as she could, from Cerasus’ promise to return her to humanity in payment for the regain of his powers, to his shockingly quick resignation the moment she went for the kill. 
	Slowly, she looked from Trevor to Cerasus. “You... [i]want[/i] this. Don’t you?” Her brows furrowed deeper. “But then, why not have just let yourself die the night I found you? Why drag yourself who-knows-how-far to save yourself?”