Re: Buffy, yelling for Angels, open to anyone else who wants to be there.
Hearing the flutter of wings- about a million comments came to her about that, but she kept silent- Buffy turned on the spot, arms crossing over her chest. "If she wasn't dead, yeah, I probably would." she said sharply. There was nothing wrong with her mouth, thanks. Actually, compared to some of the people she now lived with, Buffys mouth was squeaky clean.
She looked over her shoulder, and then turned back, motioned behind her to the building with her thumb. "He's inside. The rest are gone, as you probably know." now she wanted Alastair gone, and locked up. Or killed. Killed was the first on her list. But gone and unable to hurt anyone she would also take.
Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked up at him. This was the first time she'd come in close proximity, or had even laid eyes on an Angel. He didn't look to Angelic. She sort of expected...more. Something that said 'I'm an Angel, damn, look at me be awesome.' But then again, she didn't exactly look like someone who could pull off the things she did.
"Next time lets not underestimate the Slayer. I wasn't chosen by the equivalent of your daddy for nothing."