Italy. Country of South Central Europe and the home to many delights from the most iconic pizzerias to the most unique ancient architecture. Northeastern of the country was the city Venice which was described by many as one of the most beautiful places to settle down offering breathtaking views of endless canals connecting the city throughout.
On one side of the scale, the blonde slayer living a life of luxury in the stunning city of Venice, apartment overlooking The Grand Canal complete with a roof terrace offering spectacular views of the beautiful district of San Polo known as the smallest of the six sestieris of Venice. It was also popular for being one of the most photographed areas in Northern Italy and home to Rialto Bridge, and the Rialto Market.
The apartment was one of the most expensive and luxurious real estate properties in the area complete with marble floors that stretched for miles, deluxe appliances that filled from one end of the kitchen to the other complete with a full extension that opened into a chic dining area. Above the full-length dining table swung a black chandelier with teardrops of diamonds looking down on the breath-taking surroundings. The diamonds glistened around the room caressing a piece of artwork illustrating four young women standing close together created using watercolours, the picture looked as if the women became one body as your eyes wandered from top to bottom, complete with writing in bold charcoal colours that read: Strong Women, May We Know Them, May We Raise Them, May We Be Them.
As you look around the luxury apartment many more rooms became evident including two master bedrooms, the dominant one of the two boasting a large four poster bed complete with long white and gold drapes of silk hanging from each of the corners, beside the bed was a white marble dressing table facing a hanging mirror with exquisite detail and hugging around the outside of the glass there was a design of a gold serpent. Matching the colours of the furnishings was gold wallpaper with a silver rose design that reflected on the grey marble flooring beneath. Next to the bedroom is where the slayer spent most of her time in her grand office space which was also home to a grand piano and a large organised workspace. In addition to the grand bedrooms the apartment was also home to three bathrooms including an en-suite with a walk-in shower room and in the middle of the living area was a black and gold spiral staircase inviting guests to explore the vast roof terrace overlooking the city of Venice.
If this wasn't enough for the prosperous blonde her home also came complete with state of the art technology including CCTV and not to mention voice controlled devices scattered around the home that enabled lights, blinds, heating…. You get the picture right? Life was good for Miss Summers, now CEO of Supernatural Security. Her own established business protecting mostly those in the public eye and with such a high reputation that many business women and men alike hired the services. The employee's of the company were slayers from around the world offering clients protection and security from the supernatural.
Since every girl in the world who might be a slayer actually became one, supernatural activity was at it's highest peak with many more Hellmouth's being discovered in addition to Cleveland. Buffy took this chance to create a name for herself and took advantage of the fact she wasn't "The Slayer" anymore. The world was no longer on her shoulders as it had been so many times before.
However, despite her business thriving and all the many luxuries that surrounded the superficial blonde something was missing …or someone…Spike. Spike had been there for the slayer in her hour of need, and he had indeed fulfilled her every need visiting the slayer when he got an itch he couldn't scratch but after so much history between the two lovers this wasn't just casual sex. Spike was also assisting Buffy throughout the business, though he was only around mostly at night the soulful vampire took it upon himself to complete any after-hours admin work and in return he was rewarded handsomely. However tonight was about the petite slayer and finally enjoying some quality down-time starting with a long hot soak in the huge clawfooted rose gold bathtub with a single glass of Cristal in one hand, silence echoed around the bathroom. The only sound that could be heard was the gentle splashes of water as the blonde bathed herself in an endless avalanche of bubbles, sipping on Cristal as the world went by. Outside was a different story as police sirens were heard in the distance on the opposite side of the city in the town of Castello were luxury real estate was less heard of.
The opposite end of the scale we come to the territory where the brunette slayer Faith Lehane was currently living, sirens echoed around the dark block of small and cramped apartments. Two police vehicles could be seen speeding towards the distressing sounds of a heated argument taking place on the street corner, meanwhile as this commotion flooded through the crisp night air a long stream of smoke could be seen coming from one of the many cramped balconies, the balcony was only a few feet in length and accommodated a small black chair and matching table with a small glass ashtray sat in the middle, beside it sat a silver tray with two perfectly cut lines of white powder and a wrinkled dollar bill. The dollar bill being a memento of a time long passed.
The brunette wrinkled up her nose slightly staring down at the left-over drugs eventually becoming distracted by the sirens and loud voices coming from the street corner, she rolled her eyes before kicking the chair she was sat on to the floor turning her heel to the inside of the apartment, drugs in hand slamming the balcony door behind her exhaling a sigh of relief as the noise from outside soon became slightly muffled. Her chocolate brown eyes looked towards the single bed placed in the middle of the room eventually sliding her body mimicking a snake to the foot of the mattress before sniffing the rest of the white powder throwing the tray to the floor.
The apartment was currently in a chaotic state and far from the life of luxury on the other side of the canal. Unlike the blonde slayers home, the brunettes living quarters consisted of a one-bedroom studio, and apart from the bed only accommodated a small black set of broken drawers, a leather couch sporting small rips in the material across the armrests, a small kitchen area with a microwave, fridge and a burnt coffee pot. The lighting in the apartment available was a single lightbulb hanging on a thin piece of wire above the bed giving the room a dim and lifeless appearance while the four walls surrounding the slayer were painted a dusk grey shade, the only colour to be seen was an A4 American World War II wartime poster above the bed reading "Fight Like A Girl" in which Faith had doodled her own trademark tattoo on the arm of the girl in the poster as well as using black marker pen adding eyeliner and black lipstick to bring out the facial features. The flooring beneath couldn't be seen from the mountain of takeaway boxes, empty liquor bottles and endless garments, including leather jackets and matching pants she had no room to store elsewhere.
Despite the many items scattered around the apartment and the lack of luxury surrounding the slayer hiding away in the air conditioning unit was a sleek black box containing an iPhone, a large stash of drugs, a thick roll of red Euro notes and a leather pouch which enclosed her prized Jackal Knife. Speaking of luxury items attached to the dark slayer's skin was an Italian maroon leather jacket. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes from the top chest pocket Faith lit one taking a long drag allowing the smoke to fill up her lungs before exhaling loudly, her chocolate eyes gazing at the stream of the mess that filled the apartment flooring.
Life for this slayer had not gone the way she had planned and there was an unfortunate series of events that had unfolded before she ended up in this dreary and soul-destroying lifestyle. The few unexpected luxury items she did own were either stolen or not obtained legally and as for affording the rent for her crappy apartment, the once rogue slayer was currently working as a dancer in the local Gentlemen's Club. After a long shift she would grab a bottle of bourbon from the local liquor store and once she returned to her own dreary hell hole she would often consume some form of illegal substance usually to the point of blacking out.
The lifestyle of the two slayers couldn't be any more different and although it seemed they lived in two different worlds just days before the blonde was enjoying a gondola ride down the canal while drinking her favorite champagne and little did she know feet above her stood the brunette slayer on one of the many bridges that connected the city, both unaware of the proximity.
This was all about to change…