Riven Wight

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Izzy returned his relief with a look of suspicion. Was he glad she didn’t know what she was capable of, or was there something she had missed? The uncharacteristic warmth in his expression made her give pause.
Taking his returning to the stairs as his form of a dismissal, she gave a growled sigh and ran a hand down her face.
As Cerasus finished answering her, she glanced back out the door at the sunlight as it faded quickly, the horizon hungrily eating away at the light as the moon rose into power.
She hated the reminder of not being human he gave her.
“Very reassuring,” she grumbled as she turned toward the door, drawing out the first word. She paused in front of the exit, a hand gripping the edge of the door to pull it open, and turned her head slightly to put the man-child in her peripheral view. “How do you know I won’t just take off and leave you to fend for yourself?”

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Vampires can blush. That’s a new one. Izzy thought with mild amusement, the expression on his face mixed with the youth of his body making it almost difficult to take Cerasus seriously. If not for the way he conducted himself, or the years beyond his appearance in his eyes, he looked for all the world like a normal schoolboy.
At least Cerasus seemed to have enough confidence for the both of them.
“Great,” she said darkly. “But I still have no clue what I can do.” Or can’t do, she added silently, casting a wary glance out at the remaining glow of the sun as if just looking outside might make her burst into flames again. “They’ll know the moment I step foot in town, but would I know them before they got to me?”

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“What can knowing a name do?” Izzy returned his gaze, glad she had not given him hers.
She raised her eyebrows when Cerasus gave her the names he knew them by, and how they had divvied up his limbs. Well, that’s lovely. “What kind of aliases are those? They sound like something out of a comic book.”
She frowned at how simple he made overpowering them sound and how quick he was to send her out into the heart of the fray. “Oh, right, because the odds of three trained vampire hunters against one...” she hesitated. Though she had avoided even thinking that she was no longer human, that the plurals Cerasus used truly included her, now she had to. When she continued, the sarcasm that had dripped from her voice had diminished. “Against one newbie vampire makes for just another stroll through town.” She waved her hand in exaggerated emphasis. “They tore you apart! I wouldn’t stand a chance. I’ve only ever taken a couple defense classes, and those were for against normal people, not vampire hunters.”

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Izzy’s eyes narrowed at the tone he used with her, as if it was she who was in the body of a gradeschooler. But at least he did not want the hunters eradicated, even if it was perhaps only because they would prove useful to him. And besides, she now knew he was in no condition to force her to do his bidding, but by the sound of it, he would be if she recovered his stolen parts.
But, for now, the hunters. As far as she knew, no one else had come to the town recently, and she had heard no one talking about any other strangers. Though, she also had not heard about Cerasus until Trevor, so that was saying little.
“Do you know the hunters’ names? Or where they might be found?”

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Izzy eyed him as he rephrased his order. “Meaning you want them dead,” she said flatly. “Or close to it.”
Izzy shuddered at the reminder of his condition when she had first found him. Of that, she was sure she would have nightmares of for years to come... if vampires even had dreams. At least, if they did not, that would be one thing the race had going for them.
When Cerasus finished with his orders, Izzy stared at him, mouth agape. “They what now? You want me to hunt down your missing limbs?” Things just kept getting weirder and weirder. But a morbid curiosity had befallen her. “And where the freak would I find those? Because I highly doubt they’d be kept in the freezer of the local meat market.”

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Not wanting to hold his gaze any longer for fear of betraying herself, Izzy looked to the floor between them, her jaw clenched. Her usual ponytail hung loosely at the nape of her neck, and more hair than normal fell around her face. The fleeting thought that she probably looked like she had fallen off a cliff crossed her mind for a short moment. However, when Cerasus took his sweet time answering, she could not help but look back to him. Something about seeing even a hint of embarrassment on him, something that wiped away his pride, gave Izzy a small brush of satisfaction, a corner of her lips twitching upward.
But the feeling did not last long.
“Dealt with?” Disgust twisted her face, sure she knew what he meant by those two simple words. But still, she asked. “And by that, you mean...?”

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Izzy inhaled at the harrowing laughter that came from the childlike form and seemed to wrap around her, as if trying to create a cage that would hold her even after the sun set. Though she knew where it originated from, she could not help but turn her head to follow a couple of the echoes as they bounced off the walls beside her, and ducking slightly as a few louder peals of laughter rang maliciously in her ears.
She snarled as he began speaking, a retort rolling around on her tongue, until he spoke of punishment. She snapped her mouth shut and stepped back. If it still could, she suspected the blood would have drained from her face, and fear flickered in her eyes. It was a cruel reminder that she had no idea what he was capable of, what powers it was he possessed. For all she knew, the lack of strength he had shown outside could have been nothing but another side effect of the sun. And he had had an indefinite number of years to hone his abilities.
She quite suddenly and utterly regretted saving him. As boring and monotonous as her hometown was, as much as she had wanted something exciting to happen, this, being prisoner to the night and servant to a monster, was not what she had had in mind.
But, as he stated being at his weakest, a glimmer of mutiny flashed over her features. Perhaps there was still some way out.
“Meaning?” she growled out softly when he finished, trying to hide her thoughts behind a stoic mask.

Northwood Academy

Hmm. I'm often free late evenings. At least until the 20th. Heh.

What time(s) work best for you guys?

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Izzy watched Cerasus with a cautious eye as he collected a chair, giving no indication she intended to follow. She simply stood there, her face a mix between anger, fear, and resentment. Killing people to survive was a “small price?”
Of course it would be, she thought bitterly, to someone--something like him.
“Powerful, huh?” she said with feigned interest. “What, can I turn into a bat?” she scoffed.
She got stuck on another word he had used. Did he really just call her his “servant?” Her stomach churned uneasily.
Regardless, she nodded stiffly at his explanation. It made sense, and that he was actually far older than he looked came as no surprise. That was one of the commonalities between all the lore she had ever heard or read.
Then, there was that word again, servant. It made her blood boil.
Her fists clenched at his last statement. “I am not your servant,” she growled, her gaze hardening. “And you, you arrogant wretch, are certainly not my master.”

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Izzy returned his stare, his gaze bizarrely unnerving on the face of a child.
“An honor?” She gave a soft snort, refusing to admit that he had a point, or show exactly how unsettling his presence was. “Conceited, much? Did you miss the part where we can’t even go outside in daylight without becoming a bonfire?” she gestured to the door with her arm, half turning toward it. She stood and took a slight step back. "And eating people?"
She glanced back to him and shifted her weight awkwardly. She could only imagine how ridiculous she looked yelling at a child. “And why in the world are you an eight-year-old? I thought you were, I don’t know, thirty or somewhere around there.”
He said the form was "necessary"...