Jonathan waits while she drinks, hearing the sips and slurps and gulps of swallowed liquid as she slowly, steadily drains the carton. He doesn't even flinch any more when he hears that last rasping sound of sucking air, as she shamelessly tips up the carton labeled 'Blood Beaters' to get at that very last drop.

Mavis breathes slowly when she's done, absently licking the redness from her lips, thanking him quietly.

She doesn't dispose of the carton, though, but instead hands it to him, and he takes it, looking it over. The glue had long faded from its opening. That plastic laminate of its surface was holding, though it was slightly wearing down and softening at the corners and edges.

Much later, when she's asleep, he gently bends the creases so it once more looks unopened.

Another detail: one can still read that the carton is clearly labeled 'Blood Beaters'.

They both know, though, that they'd officially run out of Blood Beaters some time ago...

. . .

Author's note: Inspired by Sondardo's 'Devotion'. This story will be completely unrelated to my other Hotel Transylvania story. Please enjoy.

Sincerely, the hatchling

And yes, I did pull a preview on you. You know who you are, haha!