Buffy in Rome
Sheís not sure when Rome started smelling like death, but it does. Long cold death permeating the air until she canít breathe. Itís impossible to keep dancing, she wants to keep moving, but instead is rendered lifeless. The skin at her neck crawls, tell-tale sign that there is no escaping her calling. Not here in the arms of a lover, not anywhere.
It is only when she sees two pairs of dead eyes scanning the crowd for her that her feet respond. This is not death seeking her, it is a former life, and suddenly she canít run fast enough.