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An elephant's clatter on the stairs makes Buffy flinch. A thin trickle of blood spills onto the countertop.
Dawn doesn't even try to pretend that she didn't come lurking around an unconscious vampire, pouring blood on their cursed couch.
Can she afford a new one?
"Buffy, have you seen my earring?"
She glares.
"Is that what you're worried about two hours after escaping Glory?"
"But it's okay. Thanks to Spike."
"Go to bed!"
Dawn's eyes widen when she sees the knife, the blood in Buffy's clenched fist, the mug of pig's blood.
"What are you doing?"
"Supplement for our hero."
