And as promised , here's the next chapter, thank you all so much!

PART 6

Buffy resumed talking, taking his mind off of his thoughts.

"There's no reason to still hold it against me; you healed, after all. And believe me, I know what it feels like: many years ago, before becoming the Chosen One, I broke my arm, so I spent whole months – you know, there wasn't any healing power back to those days, quite the contrary, I was way too fragile – with my arm in plaster, doing nothing all time long, and it was damn boring … Well, I don't even know why I told you this story.." she commented.

"Well, it's good to know that even the invincible Slayer has got her weakness .." Spike exclaimed, chuckling.

"But I said it was before.."

"Pet, I'm not talking about your broken arm, I mean the way you're acting now: far away from me, looking at the ground, feeling bloody awkward , so much that you keep talking whenever the silence falls between you and me, babbling about anything.. even your past! Being alone with me makes you uncomfortable, admit it, that's your weakness!" he explained, calm as ever.

"You're wrong! I'm not blathering about the first thing jumping in my mind to cover the silence between you and me…" she defended herself.

He looked at her in a daring way, being silent on purpose and gazing at his watch.

"Coming back to what I was saying before…" she exclaimed and he stopped her, chuckling as soon as she resumed her speech.

"My compliments, pet, you have held on for a whole twenty-three seconds!" he mocked her, clapping his hands.

"Grrr! Ok, you're right, silence makes me nervous, happy now?" she snapped, approaching him on purpose, to show him that at least she didn't fear being close to him.

"Where does all this sudden wisdom come from? Maybe from all the alcohol you've gulped down?" she struck back, sitting on the bed.

"Call it wisdom, call it drunken attitude, call it what-bloody-ever you want… but I'm sure you didn't tell me all the truth. I know there's something more than the guilty sense.. Why haven't you killed me or let me die there?" he asked, as serious as ever.

" Actually… I couldn't. I mean, you're William the Bloody, the dangerous killer of two Slayers, the ex-Master of this town, such a great vampire deserves a great death: lying drunk on a street due to a sentimental delusion is for losers!"

"You think I'm great?" he asked in disbelief.

"I can recognize a good opponent when I meet one, and believe me, you are one hell of opponent! Anyway, now don't flatter yourself!" she added, getting up and reaching the exit.

"Where are you going now?" he asked, confused.

"I think it's kinda clear: I let you sober up, so you can leave town as soon as possible!"

"I'm already perfectly sober now, so I guess I'll go around creating some havoc…" he protested, getting up quickly.

He didn't have time enough to say it, that he lost balance, but fortunately he fell on the bed again.

"Trust me, now the only havoc you can create is to attack the pillow and drink all its feathers!" she mocked him.

"Just think about resting, ok? Maybe one day we'll meet again, so I can give you a death worthy of you!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure about that: I would kill you so fast that you wouldn't have even the time to say 'Ha'!" he struck back, turning on the bed and falling asleep immediately after.

She smiled and left, deciding to let him have the last word, for once!

TBC

C'mon, do you really think it's already over between them? This is just the beginning and you'l find out tomorrow ;)

I hope you'll still like it ..