As Izzy and Riley bantered, Holden's gaze seemed to have slipped somewhere else in the room. Eventually he made this apparent, and brought his findings to the attention of the other two people in the room. He pointed at the corner of the room opposite from the door they entered in, and nudged Izzy to get her attention.

"I have a question," he said, in his normal, dry, and unconcerned tone, "What is that?"

The object of his attention was, of course, the vampire child slumped into the corner of the room. A thin, pale boy clad in a ripped and dirty dress shirt, and a vintage football helmet that slumped down over his face. Small curls of soft, blond hair peeked out under the edges of the helmet, and his eyes were barely visible from the angle Holden and Izzy could see him from. He stared blankly into space, one of his default expressions in a list that included glaring hollowly at Izzy and hypnotically staring at Riley.

Izzy couldn't help but notice that Holden had asked "what" the child was, and not "who." He was alarmingly perceptive, Izzy realized at that moment. A less perceptive person might not have noticed the child at all, but Holden did, and ascertained that it was something supernatural almost immediately. Just like Trevor, he had a dangerous intelligence to him. Not dangerous for other so much, but more for himself, as he knew and understood too much for his own good. She could only hope that this issue would have as few complications as possible despite that, unlike how the issue with Trevor a month back had developed.