The child didn't respond, which was about what Izzy had expected. He didn't look her way, or otherwise acknowledge that she was in the room or speaking to him. Izzy tried pleading with him a bit further, but didn't get any more of a reaction. Eventually she just settled for sitting in front of him where he could not ignore her, in a posture of supplication. She sat like that for hours. There was no alternative in her mind for how this could be solved. Either she managed to obtain the Aberration Slayer, or Trevor would die.

Eventually though, long after the sun had set, she had to call it a day. Her knees hurt from kneeling on the school's cold floor, and she was starving from having not eaten all day. She returned home to rest, but the next morning at daybreak she was back at the school, and back to the same spot in front of the vampire child. Again, there was no reaction, and she went home that night unfulfilled. She kept this up for three more days after that, five days in total. Her family barely saw her, and she had no idea of what the White Wolf was doing in that time. Riley passed in and out of the building at times, but made no comment to Izzy when he saw her.

As the time grew close to midnight on the fifth day, August 30th, Izzy finally got the miracle she was waiting for. The vampire child stood up, so that his gaze was just above that of Izzy's kneeling form. He looked at her with his usual sour expression, and placed his small hand on the top of her head. Then, with sudden and surprising force, he forced Izzy's head to the floor, placing her in a posture of complete prostration. Izzy didn't dare resist or object, lest she disturb what she had spent five days working toward. The vampire child seemed to consider her for a moment, before putting his bare foot on the back of her head. He sat like that for a moment longer, in a position of dominance, and then ground his heel into her head, forcing her further down. A shard of glass on the floor cut into Izzy's forehead, but she healed it away after a moment.

Eventually it seemed he was satisfied, and he took a few steps away from Izzy. Peeking up at him, she watched as he tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide. It almost looked like he was trying to stick his tongue out at her. But then, like a scene of a carnival sword-swallower, the blade rose up from his throat and out of his mouth.

A sword longer than the child was tall. A long, beautiful silver blade, just like it had been months prior. The sword of demon-killing. The passage across the heart. The Aberration Slayer.

As soon as the full length of the blade had risen out of the child's body, it clattered to the floor at his feet, and he skulked off to return to sulking in his corner. Izzy scarcely believed that it had worked, but now, at last, she had a way to save Trevor.

"Interesting plan," Riley said, having arrived behind Izzy without her notice, "One I considered myself, but I doubted that Lil' Vamp would cough up the sword. Pun unintended." He looked at Izzy with his usual sleazy grin, cigarette hanging from his lip. "I hope you know what you're doing. The White Wolf won't go down without a fight. There's a difference between risking your life and throwing it away, after all."