Time Turner
. . . fiction by Odyssea
. . .Detergent. . .
Buffy wondered if any of the slayers had been squeamish about blood. That could be a serious drawback in this business - not that anyone got a choice. Luckily, Buffy hadn't ever gotten grossed out by it, but then she'd always been one of those rough and tumble kids. Scraped knees, cut fingers, goose eggs on her head, though they'd always healed faster than everyone else's.
So anyway, Buffy's covered in blood again. This means it's time to break out the cleaning supplies - she's gotten really good at getting her whites whiter. Actually, blood is the easiest to get out, since demon entrails and vampire dust aren't listed on the back of any detergent bottle. In any case, only a little bit of the blood is actually Buffy's (a lucky punch left her with a bloody nose), the remainder coming from the victim, as the vampire she'd staked hadn't learned the immortal phrase, "Say it, don't spray it."
Gross. Most vampires never realized that they should change their clothes (cause that graveyard smell is kinda disgusting) and that napkins aren't just for the living (nothing says vampire - or felon - like blood stains). Vampires are only the tip of the iceberg; cause some of the demons Buffy's seen had some really nasty habits.
So, Buffy's going to take a hot bath and soak her shirt in the sink. She figures her bloody nose will clear up by the time she's out of the tub. Once her mom gets home, she'll be upstairs doing her homework - or not, cause there's something good on TV.
If it weren't for the blood, you'd think Buffy was a normal girl.
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