"...Asher, go ahead." 

He collects Sasha and stands back. 

"I'm mad at you"-- thwack-- "because you have great tits"-- thwack-- "and I was looking forward to raping you"-- thwack-- "and you hurt Sasha and now you are too disgusting to rape"-- thwack-- "which is extremely disappointing."

Vampiric superstrength, even with such an inappropriate weapon as a cast-iron frying pan, is enough to break your spine. 

Objectively he should have opinions about this that are not good. 

His opinions about this are, in fact, good. 

((Somewhere in him is the distant memory of goring a predator to death against a tree.)) 

"This is nicer than you deserve but I want to know what fairy tastes like."

He kneels and puts his teeth to Lilith's throat and eats. 

This part, he turns away for. 

Sasha looks too-pale and too-small in his arms, folded up like (a new foal) a — he doesn't know what. 

He stands up and kicks her body savagely. 

"It's good," he says. "Sort of-- sparkly."

"Help me get him home? I can't carry him the whole way, I don't think." 

"Sure thing, if you can get him in my arms without touching me."

It takes some finagling, and not just because Sasha doesn't seem to want to let go, but he can manage that. 

"Sasha said he could heal?"

"More likely he said he could be healed, we have Leo, he's at Sasha's house right now. C'mon." He can't mimic vampire speed (he can, he can, but not on two legs, not like this —) but he has a bike right there. 

Asher keeps up with the bike without seeming to break a sweat.

"Do you ever get the feeling that killing people because you don't like them might be... bad?"

"Nearly always, in fact." And it's terrifying when he doesn't. 

"Like-- it's against the rules or something and therefore you shouldn't? It's a weird feeling. I hope it passes."

"...not sure I'd say that 'it's against the rules' is the reason you shouldn't." 

He gets off the bike and locks it to Sasha's front porch. "Thank you. I can take him from here." 

Asher passes him over gingerly and then hesitates.

"I want... to make sure... he's okay?"

Marlo hesitates before he says "— you can come in," and goes in and brings Sasha upstairs to Leo. 

"What happened?"

"Lilith. Some kind of curse, as revenge for declining to be sexually assaulted. — she's dead. Can you heal him?" 

"Not unless Sasha tells me to."

He turns to Sasha. 

"Hummingbird — wake up —" 

He stirs on Marlo's shoulder; his eyes, when he opens them, are fever-bright. 

"We could try you ordering me, Marlo, and see if that works?"

"Leo. Heel." 

Sasha looks slightly less pale.

"...There's only so much I can do, it's magic."