Buttercup flew with singleminded focus toward the Jojos, her worry for her sister outweighing any excitement at the possibility of a fight. It should be relatively easy to just hold him down and cut him deep enough to get enough blood to keep her sane. Maybe I should use the same method on Butch...but he'd find some way to make it perverted.

She touched down at the front door, knocking politely so as not to raise suspicion. Unfortunately, it was Brick who answered the door, his trademark smirk on his face.

"You're back again-? Oh." He frowned when Buttercup flashed him a peace sign, looking behind her. Buttercup snorted, pushing past him into the house.

"Blossom didn't come with me, so you can get dressed." He was in sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips. He huffed, obediently going to his room to put on his shirt. He could find another excuse to take it off later.

"What're you here for? Butch isn't here." Buttercup couldn't help the flash of disappointment that ran through her, but she didn't have to show it.

"I'm here for Boomer. Where is he?" Brick was getting more and more annoyed with his youngest brother. First Blossom, and now even Buttercup wanted to see him? What the heck was going on?!

"He's up in the observatory." Buttercup nodded her thanks, making her way to the back of the house toward the stairs. She could've flown, but she figured walking would be more unexpected.

She pushed the door open, looking around for the blue eyed Jojo. Boomer sat at the chair connected to the large telescope. He didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular, but he also didn't seem to be paying her any attention. This is almost too easy. She crept up behind him, grabbing him by the arms and slamming him on the floor. He coughed as the air was forced from his lungs, fighting for more as Buttercup sat on him, using her legs to keep him locked in place from the waist down. She bent over him, scanning his upper body for the perfect spot.

"I can't have you bleeding to death...but I need a place with a lot of blood...hmm..." She didn't want to try his arms, because if she cut too deep or cut the wrong place she might nick a vein. If she cut his neck she'd definitely kill him, because she didn't pay attention when Blossom taught them where exactly the vital veins in the human neck were. She just remembered they were supposed to always aim for right below the neck at the shoulder, since that was the best place to control how much they drank. But since she was essentially using him like a blood bag, she just needed a safe place he'd bleed.

"The chest should be fine right? Yeah I'm sure it's fine." Her nails sharpened quickly, and she used them to rip his shirt to shreds. Boomer shivered, not at all understanding what was going on.

"Um...what...Buttercup...I really think we shouldn't do this..." Buttercup rolled her eyes, taking the folded blood bag out of her pocket.

"Oh shut up. It'll be over soon enough." She leaned closer over him, causing his face to flame. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head, unwilling to look at her.

"Around here should be fine-"

"I only wanna do this with Bubbles-!" Buttercup cut his chest, blood oozing from the cut. But she was so confused at Boomer's nonsense, she almost forgot to funnel the blood in the bag. She blinked, struggling not the laugh when she processed what he'd said.

"What?"

"What?" Buttercup coughed, her cheeks puffed as she struggled to focus on what she needed to do. Boomer, meanwhile, wanted to crawl into the ground and die. His face was even more red than before, his ears practically smoking.

"I don't know ahem what you were thinking of but cough I'm not here for that." She coughed *laughed* a few more times before she got herself back under control, making sure none of his blood was spilling. Boomer seemed to just realize what she was doing, beginning to struggle again. Buttercup frowned, pulling the bag away to keep it from spilling.

"Will you hold still? I'm almost done!"

"No! What are you trying to do?!"

"Ugh shut up! You don't need to know!"

"Witch! Crazy woman! Brick! Brick! Mmph!" Buttercup cursed, finally managing to cover his mouth. But the damage had been done. Brick burst through the door, a half eaten bagel in his hands.

"What the hell are you idiots doing-" It took him one minute to assess the situation. Buttercup was straddling Boomer, who sported a ripped shirt and a bloody wound on his chest. Her nails on her left hand were bloody, and a blood bag filled with his brother's blood was laying to the side of her. He dropped the bagel and had his hand around her neck in one smooth motion, yanking her off his brother.

"Explain. Now." Buttercup shrugged, sending him a wink and kneeing him in the crotch.

"Sorry, but it's a secret." She scooped up the blood bag, preparing to leave when Butch walked in, carrying three smoothies.

"Don't ever say I didn't do anything for you...what kind of orgy is this?" Buttercup fought the urge to roll her eyes. She massaged her neck, wincing at the slight sting. He'd left her just enough room to speak, she should've kicked him harder.

"Well I'll see you dipshits later." She leapt into the air but Brick reached up and grabbed her, slamming her back down.

"Why Brick, if you didn't want me to leave you could've just said so."

"Stop playing at explain what you're doing running around with Boom's blood!"

"Kinky."

"Get off before I stop messing around. I need to get back."

"Not until you tell me what's-" The building shook as a hole appeared in the ceiling. Bubbles floated down, her entire being focused on her target. Boomer had sat up, his eyes lighting up when he saw her.

"Bubbles! You worried me this afternoon." Buttercup cursed, bucking her hips and spitting in Brick's eye to get him off. Damnit. Blossom's gonna have a fit. Bubbles ignored Boomer's voice, striding over to him until she was right on top of him. Boomer tilted his head, not understanding the severity of the situation.

"Bubbles?" Bubbles straddled him, latching on with no intention to let go. She hissed, her eyes locked on his bloody chest. I ate before I came. It should be fine if I just lick it off...I'm just getting the blood off him. She bent her head forward, but Buttercup never let her get to her intended destination. Buttercup came at her from the side, pushing her off and standing in front of Boomer's prone form.

"Bubbles. We need to go home." Bubbles picked herself up off the floor, her narrowed eyes rapidly shifting from baby blue to dark crimson.

"Buttercup. Are you getting in my way?" Buttercup put her hands up in surrender, the bag still in her hand.

"No! But we don't want to be late for dinner now do we?" Bubbles twitched, her eyes going toward the bag in her sister's hands. Her mouth watered as it sloshed around. She held out her hand expectantly, and Buttercup tossed her the bag, not seeing a point in delaying any further. Bubbles ripped open the bag, moaning as the still warm liquid flooded her senses and dripped down her chin. The Jojo brothers, meanwhile, were struggling to believe what their eyes were telling them. Buttercup paid them no mind, watching her sister intently. Hopefully, this would be enough for now.

Instead, Bubbles finished her meal, carelessly tossing the bag to the floor. Her eyes focused on Boomer once again, her mouth still tainted with his blood.

"It's not enough."

"Well shit." Bubbles and Buttercup moved at the same time, with Bubbles reaching for Boomer and Buttercup grappling to keep her in place. She struggled to get her sister to the ground, knowing she'd have the advantage. However, she didn't think that Bubbles would've entered a frenzied state. Bubbles bit her sister, hissing as Buttercup swore and punched her in the gut. Buttercup stumbled, giving Bubbles the opening she needed.

"If you would've drank his blood like I did, you wouldn't be so weak." She grabbed Buttercup by the hair, flinging her into Butch and Brick.

"Boomer. Come with me." Boomer rose obediently, his eyes glazing over. Buttercup, never one to lose a fight, surged forward and grabbed Bubbles by one of her braids, yanking her back.

"Not so fast." The sisters fought against each other, with Buttercup's eyes also beginning to bleed red. Buttercup tried to stomp on Bubbles who rolled away just in time. She went to grab Buttercup's foot but Buttercup hovered, twisting in midair to elbow her sister in the back. Bubbles coughed, glaring at her. She and Buttercup lunged for each other again, but another hand intercepted them, harshly throwing them to opposite sides of the room. Blossom stood in the middle, dusting off her hands. Her face was grim, the authority in her voice scaring everyone in the room.

"Enough!"