Glass clattered on oak. Spike swallowed hard and blinked his eyes as he reflected on the amount of blood he had just consumed.

"Bloody...hell," he muttered as he felt a drastic change come over himself. The base of his stomach no longer felt non-existent. His throat didn't throb anymore. His vision cleared and he could think. "That pig blood really hit the spot."

The blond vampire turned to survey his surroundings. The first thing he had done upon arriving in his hotel suite was consume his repast. And what other choice did he have? He could only think about the fact that he would soon see Buffy. But that had led him to unintentionally starving himself.

The plush, white king-sized bed for one seemed wretched, as did the living room, complete with surround sound and satellite. He wondered in the back of his mind if Passions played in Italy. He shook his head in frustration.

"Bollocks." Spike grabbed his coat and stormed out of the room.

He haphazardly approached the meek teenage boy behind the front desk. "Uh...where find...good...pubs where..." He paused to make a drinking motion with his hand. The teenager furrwoed his bushy brows from behind smudged glasses.

"You mean a club, or something like that, sir?" the kid said in perfect English.

"Oh, uh...yeah," Spike dumbly replied, taken aback.

"Actually, one of Florence's most popular clubs is just a few blocks down. I can give you directions."

Spike nodded and the gawky boy wrote down street addresses of various places. He took the slip of paper and set off towards the revolving doors.

The crisp air was refreshing to him. Out of habit, he took a deep breath through his nostrils, closing his eyes, and waited for Buffy's scent to reach him. He only inhaled the usual city smells of gasoline, sweat, and smoke.

"Stupid," he sighed to himself a few seconds later. He walked in the direction that Anton, pathetic he knew that geek's name, pointed him in. A thumping, yet somewhat dingy club protruded on the street corner a few mintues later.

Spike shrugged and walked in the door. The place was populous, but not too crowded. He could blend in without suffocating--figuratively, of course. He headed towards a small table by the bar. The red vinyl cushion squeaked against the leather of his trench and he rolled his eyes.

"Che volei a te come?" a skinny brunette wearing a revealing, black cocktail dress asked him.

"Uh, no speak Italian," he lamely replied.

She smiled toothily and nodded. "I sorry. I should know. You don't look like you from here. Uh, what would you like to drink?"

"A beer."

"Oh. Are you sad?"

Spike closed his eyes and tried to control his temper. "Yes, I am. And you are insightful for a waitress. May I have my drink?"

"Huh? Oh. Okay. I'll have it soon. For you."

Spike focused his attention on the small stage. He shrank back as he listened to the person's horrid singing.

"Secret agent man! Secret agent man! They gave him a number, and took away his name!" he sang off key. A few moments later, much to Spike's relief, he finished.

"Thank you! Thank you!" he said to a few people's applause. "That was dedicated to the one and only secret agent man, double-oh-seven."

That voice. Where had Spike heard that stupid voice? He stared harder at the skinny and awkward young man, who's somewhat shaggy brown-blonde hair shone in the lights of the stage.

"And next, I'd like to welcome up my friend. She's really cute." He started motioning to someone off stage.

Comprehension dawned. "Oh. My. God. Andrew?"

"Get on up here, girlfriend!"

Yes, it was definitely Andrew. He was the only person who sounded that ridiculous saying the word, "girlfriend." Spike, mesmerized with amusement, got up out of his chair and took a few steps toward the stage.

"Dawnie! Everyone wants to hear you sing!"

"And Dawn?" Spike said incredulously.

"Come on guys, lets hear it for Dawn!" There was some sparse clapping and whistling. For some reason, Spike found himself yelling and clapping very loudly. A few people turned to look at him.

"Thank you, man of mystery who did that, because now she has decided to grace us with her performance! Yay!" He walked offstage and handed her the mic.

"Here you go. A beer," the waitress said proudly.

Spike held out his hand and let her place the alcohol there. He closed his hand around the cool bottle and made his way to the front of the crowd.

"Okay. This song is called, 'Do You Want to Know a Secret?'" the girl stammered nervously.

Spike was now just a few feet away from her. He smirked and wondered if she noticed him.

"Listen," she softly sang. "Do you want to know a secret?"

Spike frowned as the backing vocals overpowered her and sweat beaded on her brow. He felt terrible for the girl and was more annoyed than ever with Andrew for putting her up to it. His shoulders slumped and he rubbed his eyes.

"Say the words you long to hear," he found himself singing. "I'm in love with you-ou."

Dawn's mouth dropped open as she stared at him. "Spike?" she whispered.

Spike nodded as he continued singing. "Do you promise not to tell?" He gave her a meaningful glance.

"Closer," they sang together. Eventually, Spike stopped and Dawn confidently finished the song.

"Thank you," she said sweetly and smiled as she ran off the stage and towards Spike. Before he could think, she had her arms around him in a tight grip.

"Spike. What happened?"

"Nibblet, it's a long story," he sighed, smiling down at her. "What are you doing in a bar with Andrew? Does Buffy know about this? How did you get in?"

"Wow. The first time I've seen you since you supposedly died and it's like you've always been here," she breathed into his shoulder.

"Don't avoid my questions."

She looked up and stood back. "In case you didn't notice when you came in, they don't card here. And anwyays, the drinking age here is 18, so I'm good. Buffy does know that I'm here since I told her, and as for why I'm here with Andrew, I'm not really sure. I think we're kind of friends now. Satisfied?"

"Good God, you're eighteen?" Spike replied.

Dawn smiled. "You missed a lot, Spike. Now, it's time for you to answer some of my questions."

Disclaimer: All rights reserved to the people who own the rights to Secret Agent Man and the Beatles.

A/N: Sorry I didn't update for a while. I had a little bit of writer's block with this chapter. It's kind of short. I hope you all like it. It's a bit different. For those of you who were getting bored, the plot is starting to pick up a bit. The exposition took a while. Anyways, next chapter will be a coninuation of this one. Look for it in a week or two!

AlasseSaralonde2: I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for being the only one to comment on Chapter 6. And for letting me use your laptop.