Five days. It took five long days of sitting before the vampire child, testing what little patience she had. But for Trevor, it was a test she had to pass. She neglected everything else, from her family to news about the White Wolf. She could only hope its body count had not risen too high. But she had finally found something she could do, something that could save Trevor’s life, if only she could get what she needed. She even ignored Riley, so long as he did the same of her. Whatever it took, one way or another, the child [i]would[/i] take notice of her. He had to.
	On the fifth day, Izzy knelt once more in front of him, unwavering, her eyes pleading silently, but sternly, for him help. She had her hands in her lap, her rear resting on her feet to give her knees a bit of a break. The light of a flashlight she had brought shone up at the ceiling from near the center of the room, leaving them in relative shadow, but granting more than enough illumination for her to make out the child, stationary as always.
	She had no idea what time it was, besides late. She had not bothered to check the time in what seemed an eternity in the stillness of the building, the quiet broken only by creaks and groans of the structure, and the occasional scurrying of small animals who had claimed the place as their home. 
	To Izzy’s shock and relief, without warning, the vampire child got to his feet, standing just in front of her. She stared up at him, her back straightening slightly, not daring to breathe as she met his gaze warily, unsure what to expect as he placed his hand on her head.
	She gasped in surprise as he pushed her head to the floor with alarming strength, shifting slightly to adjust to the position, her forehead just brushing the tiles and the loose portion of her hair falling around her face. She instinctively placed her hands on the cracked floor beside her, but did not dare defy him. Not after waiting for him to show he noticed her or her request for so long. She clenched her teeth, staring at the floor. Even when he removed his hand for a short moment, she remained bent forward.
	Her hands clenched when he swapped his hand for a foot. She inhaled sharply through her nose and her fists tightened as he pressed his heel into her head, forcing her forehead firmly into the floor and making the temporary sting of a bit of glass dig into her skin. A reminder of his supremacy over her. That even if he gave her what she wanted, he was still the superior. Her [i]master.[/i]
	At last, he stepped away. Taking a heavy breath, she looked up, not yet daring to straighten. Only when the familiar sight of the sword began to rise from his mouth did she sit up, watching the impossible sight until it clattered against the floor.
	Izzy stared at it for a long moment as the child returned to his corner, almost incapable of believing that she had a way to save Trevor. But now, she needed to figure out how to get close enough to use it on the Wolf without being torn to shreds.
	She startled slightly at Riley’s voice, and got to her feet with a scowl as he continued. She snorted at his pun. Of [i]course[/i] he knew about the sword.
	“Not in the slightest,” she interrupted in a bitter mutter at his hope.
	She went to retrieve the sword as he continued, avoiding looking toward the child's corner. The longsword was heavy, but she could at least wield it, the blade glinting excitedly in the light of the flashlight as she examined it up close for the first time. It really was a magnificent weapon, from its gleaming, engraved blade to the finely wrapped hilt.
	Lowering its tip toward the floor, she turned to face Riley. “Slip your mind, did it, to mention what stopping the Wolf would mean for Trevor now?” She glowered at him, then exhaled almost in a growl. “There’s nothing stating I have to go after him alone. There’s two of us, and one of him.”