"Hello, Eliza sent me to pick you up so I could give you both superpowers. You're welcome."

"--Oh wow, that's awesome. Thanks! How...?"

"I gotta feed you both some blood. Figured we could do it at her place?"

"Okay." He looks dubiously out the window. "Do I have to tie sheets together or something or can you carry me, I don't think I can climb down by myself."

Zeke proceeds to leap backwards up to the wall next to Justin's window, digging his fingers into the walls. "Get on my back. You don't have that human thing about people not wearing clothes, do you?"

"I'm not gonna take mine off unless the superpowers include not caring about chill but I'm gonna be a doctor someday and doctors have to look at naked people anyway," he shrugs, grabbing on. 

"They do, actually."

Zeke leaps onto the road and starts running at superhuman speeds.

Justin clings on and doesn't try to shout over the wind. 

They quickly reach Eliza's window again. Zeke helps Justin inside. "Soon you'll be able to do that too."

"Justin!" Eliza reaches out and pulls Justin in the rest of the way when he is only mostly in the window, causing him to sprawl on the bed ungracefully while she snuggles him ferociously. He doesn't seem to mind. 

Zeke is pleased. Always nice when new coven mates get along.

He claps. “Okay, why don’t you two lie down beside each other and we’ll get started.”

"Okay." She lies back cooperatively. 

Justin rearranges himself so he is lying beside her instead of being sprawled across her legs and waits for further instruction. 

Zeke bites both his wrists open. “Drink till it tastes super nice.”

This is really weird but she would go through much worse to not be sick anymore. She drinks. 

This is really weird but what's he going to do, not follow Eliza? He drinks. 

First it tastes like cold blood. Then it tastes surprisingly good. Then it’s better than candy. Then it’s better than life itself.

It's the best thing she's ever tasted and she's going to be well and she drinks and drinks and drinks. 

Zeke withdraws his wrist from her. "Good girl. Sleep now."

She sighs happily and murmurs an acquiescence and drifts off. 

Zeke turns his attention to Justin. "How are we doing, buddy?"

Justin is drinking consistently but without Eliza's desperate enthusiasm; he takes a few more swallows and yawns. 

Once Justin's under, Zeke undresses them like the considerate ghoul he is... and goes and fetches an old couple he smelled a few doors down.

She runs. 

There is no tightness in her lungs, no weakness in her legs, no dizziness in her head; she simply moves, and the landscape flashes by her. She laughs, throwing her head back in exultant glory. 

She senses something to her side, and she dodges, ducks, rolls, and comes up to see not an enemy but him. He smiles and holds out his hand, and she grins at him and takes it. 

They dance in the moonlight, joyous and unfettered and covered in blood. 

Zeke sits between the pair, rubbing their chests and feeling their hearts slow.

The old people with the broken legs and the gags in their mouth keep moaning in pain at the foot of the bed.