Before long, Izzy's pedaling gave out, and she collapsed on top of her bike. She had simply lost too much blood, and shock was starting to set in. Funnily enough, she considered the possibility that the trail of blood she was leaving behind leading someone to help her, but then noticed that her blood evaporated not long after it hit the ground. Saved her the trouble of having to explain to the police why she was missing an arm. After that strange, disoriented thought, Izzy blacked out.

[center][u]15 hours later...[/u][/center]

Izzy awoke to a familiar ceiling. The classroom in which the vampire child usually sat and sulked, in the abandoned school. The orange light of sunset peeked in through the cracks in the walls and between the boards over the windows, casting an eerie light on the room. Izzy had been propped up on a bed of desks, it seemed, as she was lifted somewhat off the ground. She tried to pick herself up, forgetting the impairment of her arm, trying to lift herself up with the strength of her left arm. Which was how she discovered that it had been reattached. It hurt like hell to put weight on it, though, and she dropped back to the table as her strength left her. Still, she could move her fingers and everything. A lucky break.

Taking a closer look at her surroundings, she found that the shredded, blood-soaked remains of her shirt had been disposed of, and her upper body was clothed only in her bra and the bandages presumably keeping her arm attached. The sound of a small breath alerted her to a presence right beside her, which had gone unnoticed thus far. The vampire child sat on the bed of desks, close enough to her that his leg brushed against her thigh. He sat clutching his knees as always, looking down at her prone form. Strangely, it wasn't his usual gaze of resentment and hate. Nor his greedy expression when he saw donuts. It was a scornful gaze. Rather than a look that could kill, a look that made you want to kill yourself.

"Pathetic," Izzy could almost hear Cerasus' voice from the child's expression, "A shame to your kind. In this miserable condition just because of a dog."

As if he would ever speak to her. Izzy had no impression that he had worried over her unconscious form, nursing her back to health. He had no reason to. She was human, he was a vampire. They were two parallel lines, destined to never meet. Sitting up with the strength of her right arm, Izzy looked more carefully at his expression. From this angle, it just seemed to be his usual sour look. At most, he was wondering whether to suck her blood while she was unconscious or not. The only source of nutrients that maintained his existence. Even so, Izzy would have to be satisfied that he still wanted to live.

"Ah, you're awake?" Riley sounded from the classroom door, walking in. "Quite the late riser. The sun's practically sunk."