The vampire child climbed into her lap as he usually did, noticeably more compliant than usual, and latched onto his familiar spot on her neck. He nursed the blood from her at his usual pace, evidently not in any hurry, and Izzy sat still, not wanting to disturb him as he fed. The usual amount of time that she allowed him to draw blood from her came and passed, and she let him sit and continue to drink.

Eventually, though, she was able to notice the subtle differences that began to take hold. While he had drained at least a pint of blood from her by now, she didn't feel dizzy or light-headed as she would have expected. She assumed this was because her regeneration was keeping pace with the blood she was losing. As well, the child seemed somewhat heavier in her lap. Measuring him by putting her arms around him, she figured that since they had sat down, he had probably gained about five pounds, and grown older by a year or two. It seemed odd to her at first that for so much time he had changed so little, but in realizing that she figured that as the "balance" changed (as Riley described it), it would turn in his favor at an exponential pace rather than a linear one.

With a small amount of panic, she pushed the child off, forcing him to release his fangs from her neck. He looked up at her somewhat indignantly, and returned to his corner to continue moping. He didn't look much different, only a bit bigger and a bit older as Izzy had expected. Boys grew up more slowly than girls, after all. As for Izzy herself... she didn't feel terribly different. The room seemed a bit less dark, and she wasn't quite as tired as she had been from a day spent kneeling and begging. It would have to do for now. Perhaps at another time she could experiment with this more, but she couldn't risk [i]two [/i]crises at once right now.