It's creepy to say, but Buffy's not really a stranger to being watched or followed. She really wishes she didn't have the kind of experience she does with it, but even without her preternatural Slayer sense, it's obvious this guy is up to something. For one he's like seriously tall and looks like he has a Clark Kent thing going on - the younger one, not when he's working for the newspaper or whatever.
She almost has to thank the universe or the Powers That Be for the vampire who finally decided to make her night interesting beyond Stalker Guy ( who she was definitely going to have words with, as soon as she was done with Undead Guy #1 ) but then it was poof. Over too soon. And not even the kind of poof she was used to but there was fire and some screaming from the vampire because vampires and fires were just as unmixy things as a staking or a beheading.
A pout crosses her features, just for a moment, before it twists into something more like outrage. Before she knows it, she's stomping over to this guy, her hands immediately going to her hips and okay - so - she has to look up a lot more than she's used to at this point and that only adds to her annoyance.
"What the hell was that? Were you trying to catch me on fire too? 'Cause newsflash: I'm not a vampire!" She's huffing and she's trying to figure out who this guy could be because he's not exactly hard to miss. She knows he's not from Sunnydale because most people like to pretend that all the supernatural activity from living on a Hellmouth are something entirely different. "Who are you and why are you following me?"
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Date: 2024-04-07 06:16 am (UTC)She almost has to thank the universe or the Powers That Be for the vampire who finally decided to make her night interesting beyond Stalker Guy ( who she was definitely going to have words with, as soon as she was done with Undead Guy #1 ) but then it was poof. Over too soon. And not even the kind of poof she was used to but there was fire and some screaming from the vampire because vampires and fires were just as unmixy things as a staking or a beheading.
A pout crosses her features, just for a moment, before it twists into something more like outrage. Before she knows it, she's stomping over to this guy, her hands immediately going to her hips and okay - so - she has to look up a lot more than she's used to at this point and that only adds to her annoyance.
"What the hell was that? Were you trying to catch me on fire too? 'Cause newsflash: I'm not a vampire!" She's huffing and she's trying to figure out who this guy could be because he's not exactly hard to miss. She knows he's not from Sunnydale because most people like to pretend that all the supernatural activity from living on a Hellmouth are something entirely different. "Who are you and why are you following me?"