Marc resisted the urge to shiver hard at the vampire's tongue sliding over his flesh, slowly, slightly healing the wound as he took what blood was offered. The wound was deep enough that it didn't stop bleeding for a while, and made his arm feel slightly weak as he nodded to Luca, watching his eyes flutter closed, and left to wash the wound and wrap it. Then he looked down at himself. He was warm, so he'd almost completely forgotten about his lack of shirt. The day had turned out to be ridiculously active, after all.

Lifting the prone body, Marc slowly climbed the stairs and went to one of the guest rooms. His parents visited sometimes, and so did his brother, so he always had them ready. But they weren't due for a visit for a few months. Marc set the vampire on the bed and sighed in relief, feeling as if they'd avoided absolute disaster. But now that his heart was at a more common rate, he felt dirty and clammy. Luca could leave any time, so Marc wasn't concerned with that. He didn't owe Marc anything, after all. He left the door slightly ajar when he stepped out, then found his way to the bathroom to clean up better.