Lukas stormed down the stairs. His face had a happy, almost euphoric expression on it. He did not know he could even make such a face. He had his shirt tucked beneath his arm and stormed out the front door of the house, upper body free.
He hurried down the porch and ignored Tim's mother and father walking past him with groceries. Tim's mother called after him, because these wounds looked bad and she offered to drive him to the hospital.
The people all looked at him either concerned or disgusted. "The taste… It was so thrilling to taste his blood." He muttered joyfully, "And all I had to do was kiss him!" His aggressive walking had now turned into a gleeful hopping as he made his way home.
At home he locked the door before throwing his shirt into the washer as well as his pants, socks and underwear which he took off right in front of the washing machine. Afterwards, he stepped into the shower and admired himself in the full body mirror he had installed.
He touched the bitewound Tim had left, the blood was already hardening, but he ripped that off to reveal a fresh flow. Noticing the leftover saliva from Tim around the wound he started to lick his own shoulder.
A whole minute of licking later he finally turned on the shower, ice cold, and let the water flow freely down every part and crevice of his body. He had his face turned up to the shower head and his eyes closed.
He took a step back so he could open his eyes again, without getting foam or shampoo into them. Another accidental glance into the mirror made him speak: "Oh… what it would feel like if I could shower in his hot blood." Then he hugged himself tightly, squishing his arms and admiring himself once more. "He can only dream of getting access to all this."
After the shower and a quick snack he went back down into the basement.
Lina was still sitting on the chair in deep slumber. While she tried to avoid falling asleep with Lukas around, she did try to sleep as much as she could while he was away. A weird feeling in her feet woke her up and she saw Lukas now sitting in front of her, still dripping wet from his shower. He was holding one of her feet and was coloring her nails.
"Morning sleepy head." He said, smiling up at her, "I went to Tim's house today! We had so much fun." He put down the nail coloring and pulled the shirt from his shoulder to reveal the bitemark: "See! He even let me keep a souvenir. Isn't he nice?"
"Hm." Lina tried to say something, which did not work very well with the gag back in her mouth.
"Oh. I forgot!" He pulled out the gag and opened the lock at the back, "I don't think you even need this, my basement is soundproof." A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he continued to color her nails.
"What did you do to him? Did you attack him? Why did he have to bite you?" She was asking question after question, no breaks to breath until Lukas pushed one of his fingers into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue to stop her from talking.
"We kissed, and then he asked me to bite him! And he bit back, even scratched my back a bit." He sounded so happy telling her the news. "You don't mind, do you? I know you're attracted to him."
She scoffed: "Attracted? To that guy? No! He is just easy to bully and use." She turned away from Lukas to the best of her abilities to signal how insulted she felt at the thought of being attracted to Tim.
"Well, if you don't want him, I will gladly take him. Because I find him attractive!"
"What is attractive about him?" She asked, lifting her leg and pointing with her feet at his face accusatory. "And your knots need improvement it seems. A few hours of wiggling and they came loose."
"A few… hours? How much energy do you have?" He asked before pushing her leg back down and reinforcing all his knots. "Don't answer that, I already know the answer, just need to look at you to know."
While he was still tying the knot she kicked him in the face and he fell backwards: "Are you calling me fat?"
"Well, you are!" He said while holding his nose. "Why did you kick me?" He asked, "Now I need to get a tissue for the blood!" He walked out of the basement all grumpy.