Ugh, quarantine while being in college sucks… Oh, well, semester's almost over—here's a drabble! Hope y'all enjoy! :D

Obligatory Disclaimer: Animaniacs does not belong to me; it belongs to Warner Bros. Entertainment.

October 7, 2019

Another night was beginning to pass by in the water tower. The Warner siblings were sleeping peacefully after participating in a long movie marathon. Except not all of them.

It was nearing one in the morning and Yakko laid in his bunk, restless. Unfortunately, that wasn't due to just his adjusted body clock; during the marathon, he happily ate whatever snacks Wakko was ready to cook up, but the growing rumble in his stomach was unsatisfied. He knew what that meant. He sighed heavily.

Yeesh.. Is this actual hunger or is it just a craving? Yakko questioned. His answer was in the form of another growl, louder than any other one that night, causing him to cover it in an attempt to silence it. Okay, okay, I'll eat. He conceded. Well, it's not really hurting, so guess it's a craving.

Getting out of his bunk, he silently climbed down the bed and made his way to the door. As he opened the door ever so slightly, he looked to their bed to check if his siblings were still sound asleep. At their cute and peaceful appearances, he smiled and went out, closing the door behind him.

He then crept to the kitchen, going towards the small mini-fridge somewhat hidden near the main refrigerator: the newest addition to the tower.

He lifted a hand towards the handle before stopping and giving one last surreptitious look around. After seeing that the coast was clear, he opened the mini-fridge. All that was inside it was multiple packs of blood.

Yakko briefly ran his tongue over his lips at the sight of them, much to his dismay. Ugh, this is almost degrading, he groaned to himself. But thankfully, the sibs are asleep, so they don't hafta see this.

However, he noticed something peculiar. From the general aroma, there seemed to be something sweeter than the rest. Upon inspection with his nose, he saw that the blood bag to the left of the one in the front was the culprit.

Yakko took that one out of the fridge, wanting to take a further look. What's up with this one? Guess someone else has some pretty sweet blood—

His thoughts were interrupted by what he saw on the bag itself. Every blood bag had a white label on the front. Amongst all the medical details that Yakko didn't understand (not that he really cared to), the name of the donor was listed in bigger letters.

But on the bag in his very hand, lo and behold, "Dot Warner" was written right on the front, in her own handwriting to boot.

Surprised was not the most accurate word that described Yakko at that moment. Actually, there were many words one could use. Shocked, confused, enticed, with the least bit horrified—he could go on, but he had only one important matter to worry about. Why was her handwriting there? Was it a forgery? Nah, it's pretty hard to copy Dot's handwriting; she weaved hearts into her writing in a way no one else could. So why was her blood here?

"Like it?"

His heart skipped a beat at the new voice. (Inwardly, he cursed himself for forgetting his newfound senses.) He whirled around and saw Dot standing there. "How come you're still up?" was the elder's immediate (and nervous) question.

"I figured you were still gonna be up," she said. "And before you ask, I know why. I can hear your stomach." She pointedly reasoned.

Her brother looked away from her at that, embarrassed. She continued, "Me and Wakko started planning this after you had that small relapse."

"Well, 'relapse' is an ugly word; it was more like an urge," Yakko quietly muttered, slightly cringing. "..How'd you two even do this?" He asked, louder this time.

"Got help from Scratchy and the nurse. I snuck out of the tower and asked them about it while Wakko distracted you with his new gizmo."

At that, Yakko remembered when Wakko had asked him to see if his invention worked. (It did if the multiple pieces of broken glass hadn't said otherwise.) Et tu, Wakko? He humorously thought before setting it aside. "But why..?"

"..I remembered our talk with Scratchy," she started. "Well, your talk," she corrected. "About how much you liked my blood. I know you don't like feeding on me, but I figured I could help some way."

Yakko could only look down at the floor in a trance of disbelief. "Of course, I'm not doing this all the time. That needle might hurt just as much as your fangs, ya know." She smirked.

"Ya know you don't have to do this at all," he commented quietly, still staring at the floor.

"True," she conceded. "But I want to. Consider it a treat I'll give you every once in a while, dear brother of mine."

He raised his head up and finally gave his own smile back.

"Well? Go ahead." Dot gestured to the blood in his hands.

Yakko took on another embarrassed look. "I'm pretty sure you don't wanna look at me.. y'know.. feed."

"Wellll, I did want to stay here and be there for you, but I don't think I can do it." She began to walk out of the kitchen. "I'll just go to sleep."

She didn't get that far, however, as she felt an arm hold her shoulder before being promptly whirled around and pulled into a hug. "Thank you," her brother said.

She returned it, smiling. "You're welcome, Yakko." After breaking away from the embrace, she resumed her walk back to their room.

After seeing her disappear around the corner, he let the pack of blood sit on the counter to let it warm up a bit. As he did, he could smell the sugary scent strengthening and he licked his lips, smiling. He let his fangs extend; he couldn't wait to taste it again. After about ten minutes, he took the pack back into his hands. He held it by a corner of the pack and promptly bit into it, beginning to happily slurp the blood inside.

Being caught up in his bloody bliss, he didn't notice his younger sister peeking at him from behind the corner. After being the willing victim to Yakko's feeding, she couldn't help but watch him feeding on something else; her curiosity had overwhelmed her disgust.

His snack didn't take very long. As she saw the pack become empty and her brother licking his lips afterward, she could also see tints of red staining his pure white face. Dot crinkled her nose distastefully; she'd never understand vampires' appeal to blood. Nevertheless, she very lightly smiled. "Glad you liked it, bro," she quietly remarked.

First drabble done, and another one is in the works! Hope everyone's been doing okay in the midst of all this crazy pandemic business. Nothin' much else to say other than that, so see y'all next time! ;)

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