Thank you so very much Buffycoo999 (yay, a new reader!) and spbangel (oh my, you are going to follow even this one, I'm so glad!) , I'm happy you like it so far, I apologize if this FF has pretty short chapters compared to the others, anyway, I'll try to update every day ;)

Here's the new part:

PART 2

( It refers to ' Lover's walk ' and ' Fool for love ' )

-- C'mon, Buffy, how many black ( swallowing) De- Desoto cars with ( another swallow) windows, darkened … by black paint.. do you know?--she said to herself, alarming when she noticed the huge dent she had done under the right headlight.

To confirm her suspicious about who was the owner of the car, Buffy took a look around, discovering that nearby there was also a cigarette case and a liquor store.

She hadn't any doubts anymore.

-- I've dented nonetheless Spike's car! Now, I'm officially, seriously, inevitably, really dead! --

She hadn't time enough to decide what to do ( most of all, in which country to refuge and which new identity to assume!), because the direct interested popped out just from the liquor store, catching immediately sight of the Slayer who instinctively had come back to the bonnet of her car, preparing herself to the worse.

She was lucky, because instead of reaching his car, he went towards her.

"Scchlayyerrrr! So, haven't anyone killed ya yeeet? Weeell, that's bettterrr: it's still a job that Iiiiii caaan dooo!" he exclaimed with a sneer, approaching and gulping down one of the two bottles of scotch he held, the one he had recently opened, emptying half content.

-- Just look at your car and you'll do that job in a heartbeat!-- she thought worried, but she didn't let him know it.

"Spike! What the flaming hell are you doing here?" she snapped, forgetting for a moment the situation she was in.

He stopped drinking, bursting out laughing madly.

"Confessh: did ya two agreeeee? ' Cause theeese arrrrre the sssame wordsh Druuu told meee, when Iiiiii came baaack to heerrrrrr .." he slurred, resuming drinking.

"So, I guess your dumb theory ' I love you, so I torture you ' didn't work!" she derided him.

-- Very smart, Buffy: you have almost destroyed a very dangerous strong vamp's car, he's scary drunk and you are making fun of his sentimental situation? Well, I must have a death wish!--

But it was stronger than her… that vampire always managed to annoy her in a incredible way!

"I've tried to be rude with my Princessh, to hurt heerrrrrr a lot, beating and punching heerrrrrr, to talk to heerrrrrr roughly… jusssst like every lover does with hisss beloved… But it waaash uselessh, she kept blathering the sssame bloooody meaningless things, and sheeeee carried on and on and on…" he said, emptying the bottle at all and smashing it on the wall.

He brought both of his hands to his temples, lolling his head and half closing his eyes.

"Baby doesn't loooove heerrrrrr Mooommy anymoooore. My pooor Spikeeeyyy, by then ya're sooo full

light… and light buurns.. and I won't let ya buurn meee…" he exclaimed with a strident voice.

Buffy made a huge effort not to burst out laughing. She knew it was the desperation and not his usual sense of humor to dominate in Spike then, but she had to admit that, maybe due to the high alcoholic level in his organism, but … he managed to imitate Drusilla perfectly, so good that she couldn't understand the meaning of those words and that hermetic language, but probably neither did Spike.

As he carried on blathering, he had closed his eyes to concentrate better.

"I have to fiiind my pleasurrre, Spiiiiiiiiike, ya taassste like asheees, ya can't blaaaame the ghoul, Spiiiiiiiiike, ya're all cooovered… I look at ya… all I see is.."

He opened them, stopping all of a sudden.

-- Bloooody idiot! Ya and your bloooody mouth: shut uuup, for your own saaake!--

TBC

A little secret, I adore drunken Spike, lol! Who am I kidding ? I like him in every single mood, awwwww ;)

I hope you'll still like it..