Splash!
Back in Elara's 'outhouse,' Alvin stood underneath the showerhead, feeling the cold drops of water dripping on his head and slithering down his bare body. He closed his eyes and stood motionless, akin to a mannequin. The splashes of water washed off the leftover blood of the beast on his body.
Opening his eyes, he raised his head to stare at the ceiling. Thinking about the torture he had been through these past two months.
The reason he was going through such intense battles was not what he told Vanessa. No, he was being cruel to himself to control the urges he had been having.
Under Elara's instructions, he was not allowed to drink blood. All the blood bags he had in his fridge had been confiscated. She told him that it was because of his lack of control over his hunger.
But the hunger only grew worse day by day, watching the blood of the beast he slayed splashing all around the floor or worse, on himself. He wanted to tear apart the beast and devour their blood.
