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Ah, Rome. The sights, the sounds, the smells. The street markets, the shops. I loved everything about this city, especially the shops. Even if I couldn't speak much Italian at all. I could at least point to the object I wanted and smile, and the vendors would give me the item I wanted. Well, not give... I still had to learn the currency value and how to tell if they were ripping me off because I was American.
I didn't really have that problem anymore, not since I hooked up with The Immortal. Kinda weird dating a guy whose name was also a title. Dawn decided one day to just call him Harry to see what he'd do. I thought he was going to bust a gut laughing, but he accepted it better than I thought he would. So, when word got out that I was dating The Immortal... Harry, although no one else was allowed to call him that... all of the shop keepers and vendors were suddenly giving me major discounts and stuff. I have to admit that I wasn't going to put up too much of a fuss. I mean, have you seen the price for genuine Prada shoes?
It was nice being in Rome. There weren't that many demons or vampires around, which suited me just fine. 'Course, that might have had something to do with them all knowing that I was here in town, or Rome being under the protection of The Immortal. Didn't really matter which either way. The only bad thing about there not being many demons and vamps in town... I was starting to get bored.
I didn't realize how much I enjoyed... okay, maybe enjoyed isn't the right word, but close enough... my role of being the Slayer. It gave me a sense of importance, a sense of duty. It gave me something to do with my time instead of sitting around, twiddling my thumbs. I often thought about calling Giles, or Willow, or any of the others to see how they were, but I couldn't quite bring myself to do that. I'm not sure why, to be honest. Every time I thought of them, thought about getting in touch with them... my thoughts were interrupted by something else.
I walked along the narrow streets, passing the street vendors, on my way back to the place where I stayed with The Immortal. I still had a hard time calling him Harry, at least in my mind. I thought about that last day in Sunnydale, those last moments when I stood at the entrance to the Hellmouth with Spike.
Spike. I told him I loved him. It wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't exactly a lie either. 'Course now it was too late to figure out exactly what it was. He'd died saving me, saving us all. Never would have expected anything like that, especially from him, but things tended to really get weird whenever the world was at its impending end. I paused at the entrace to my villa... there was a familiar sensation, as if someone I knew was nearby, but when I looked around I was alone. I shrugged it off. Must have been my imagination.
I didn't really have that problem anymore, not since I hooked up with The Immortal. Kinda weird dating a guy whose name was also a title. Dawn decided one day to just call him Harry to see what he'd do. I thought he was going to bust a gut laughing, but he accepted it better than I thought he would. So, when word got out that I was dating The Immortal... Harry, although no one else was allowed to call him that... all of the shop keepers and vendors were suddenly giving me major discounts and stuff. I have to admit that I wasn't going to put up too much of a fuss. I mean, have you seen the price for genuine Prada shoes?
It was nice being in Rome. There weren't that many demons or vampires around, which suited me just fine. 'Course, that might have had something to do with them all knowing that I was here in town, or Rome being under the protection of The Immortal. Didn't really matter which either way. The only bad thing about there not being many demons and vamps in town... I was starting to get bored.
I didn't realize how much I enjoyed... okay, maybe enjoyed isn't the right word, but close enough... my role of being the Slayer. It gave me a sense of importance, a sense of duty. It gave me something to do with my time instead of sitting around, twiddling my thumbs. I often thought about calling Giles, or Willow, or any of the others to see how they were, but I couldn't quite bring myself to do that. I'm not sure why, to be honest. Every time I thought of them, thought about getting in touch with them... my thoughts were interrupted by something else.
I walked along the narrow streets, passing the street vendors, on my way back to the place where I stayed with The Immortal. I still had a hard time calling him Harry, at least in my mind. I thought about that last day in Sunnydale, those last moments when I stood at the entrance to the Hellmouth with Spike.
Spike. I told him I loved him. It wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't exactly a lie either. 'Course now it was too late to figure out exactly what it was. He'd died saving me, saving us all. Never would have expected anything like that, especially from him, but things tended to really get weird whenever the world was at its impending end. I paused at the entrace to my villa... there was a familiar sensation, as if someone I knew was nearby, but when I looked around I was alone. I shrugged it off. Must have been my imagination.