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Now here's the new part:

PART 3

Buffy stared intently at him, wondering why he had stopped himself.

But Spike was shrewder than her, managing to change the subject before she dared to ask some compromising questions.

"What 'bout ya, Buffy?" he exclaimed, dragging out a packet of cigarette from the pocket of his shirt, and a lighter from the others.

He didn't notice her startling.

-- Since when does he know my name… and since when do I care about what he calls me? Alright, here we go with the shivers again, it's just the cold wind, blowing in a very cold night in the middle of July ! -- she thought, unaware that she had stepped closer to Spike to observe how he lightened that cigarette.

"Are ya and your bloooody preciooous- boooring- lacking-in-seeeense- of –humooorrrr- souuulmaaate stiiill together? Or maybe nooow issh he your ssssoulessmate again? It depends on the faaaact if ya decided toooo weeelcooome him not only wiiith ooopen arrmsss… but alsooo ooopen leeegss !" he commented with a smirk, dragging and blowing the smoke on her face, on purpose, making her cough.

" Shut up, you stupid smoke-addicted- drunk pig! You don't know anything about Angel and me, and it's none of your business! Hearing you whining about your ridiculous sentimental life, if I can even call it that, doesn't give you the right to find out something about mine!" she snapped coldly, being overwhelmed by her temper once again.

"Hey, hey, caaalm down, peeeet!" he answered back, with the cigarette dangling in his mouth and the bottle in his hand, holding his arms up as a sign of surrender.

" Iiiiii don't care, anywaaaay! Ya know what? Iiiiii 'd better go nooow …" he said, opening the second bottle and starting to gulp down the liquor as he moved away from the bonnet he was leaning on.

"Yeah, brilliant idea, so… NO! Wait!" she wavered, grabbing him by an arm, remembering that the length of her life was related to the time she managed to keep him far away from his car.

But the vampire, maybe insulted by her previous sharp reaction, carried on approaching to his car, step by step.

" There's still sooo damn much two old mortal enemies such as us have to talk about…" Buffy kept talking, placing herself in front of him, preventing him from going on.

"Hey, Scchlayyerrrr, what's the maaaatterrr with ya? Why all of a sudden.."

He didn't manage to end his sentence, because of the shock of the vision that made him slip the bottle that crashed on the ground, spilling the few amount of liquor inside it.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODYY HEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL! My car, my beloved car!" he yelled, vamping out due to his rage.

"SHHHLAYYERRRR!" he roared and she could see the fire in his glowing golden eyes.

"C'mon… don't jump to conclusions… I didn't do it intentionally …" she justified, backing up prudently, cursing herself for not taking stakes with her, taking a look around searching for any piece of wood, but she didn't manage to find any.

"Intentionally orrr not… ya bloooody did it , sssooo… ya're SSSOOO DEAD!" he growled, lunging at her, but she managed to dodge in time, making him fall to the ground with a thump, but before she could run away, he grabbed her by the ankle, dragging her to the ground with him.

He crawled over her, immobilizing her with his weight.

Although she was terrified, she didn't give him the satisfaction of letting him know, she didn't even let out the tiniest noise.

"Sssooo, Scchlayyerrrr, it's beeeen bloooody good…. But all the good thiiiings… musssst end!" the vampire warned her, opening his mouth and showing her his fangs.

TBC

I know, I know, evil cliffhanger, but I won't make you wait for too long.. ;)

I hope you'll still like it ;)