Spikesbint16 (yayyy, a new reader!), ness345, spbangel, FunkyDevil206, Childe at Heart, thank you so very much!

Well about the song-fic chapter (not only about this story but generally for the others , too, since I really love using songs in my fics), thanks everyone for your answer, I guess I'll follow Ness' advice, so I'm gonna take the risk… also because without the lyrics it would be very hard to understand… especially about the ones in the next chapter..

Well, I just hope they won't remove this story! ( crossing my fingers), anyway, I always put the disclaimer between ( ) , maybe it's not enough.

Ok, let's go with the new part:

DISCLAIMER : Lyrics taken by the song 'Down ' by blink-182, my favourite band with Greenday and Good Charlotte, by the way! ;)

PART 21

(Lyrics from 'Down' by blink-182)

Spike was smoking a cigarette, throwing stones into the ocean, pacing nervously back and forth.

"It's your own fault, you, bloody face-of-a-beat-dog! What the hell do they find in you, Mr. Weeping-on-myself-is-my- job? You always win, you always take away from me the women I love.." he yelled furiously.

Buffy came back to the hotel before he could feel her presence.

-- He used plural.. women! And he's always been faithful to Dru, it means that… Spike loves me!-- she told herself shocked.

-- This can't be possible: his is only an obsession, and mine is just a dream! No one loves no one here! Well, there's someone you love with all your being, Buffy, think about your Angel! Right, I adore everything about my Angel, the hair gel in his hair, his dark outfit, his witty remarks, his British accent, the black nail polish on his fingernails, and his deep blue eyes.. Wait… Angel rarely does witty remarks, he is Irish, and he doesn't even have a strong accent, he never uses nail polish… and most of all.. his eyes ARE NOT blue. Oh my God! I'm thinking about Spike… again! This is not good, this holiday…--

"This holiday is the worst idea I have ever had!" Spike snapped, coming back to the room.

"I've already paid at the reception, now let's just pack our things and leave! There's still almost half hour before sunrise… and I don't wanna waste another day here.." he informed her.

--… seeing you getting hot for your bloody Mr. Soul!—

"You're right, this holiday is a big mistake, I'll be ready in a minute!" she answered, packing her stuff quickly.

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The trip back to Sunnydale was dominated by silence, except the hours when Spike kept the radio on, changing stations, and to please Buffy he even tuned it on some pop station… although he hated that kind of music.

To avoid his gaze, Buffy had even pretended to be asleep for a couple of hours.

In the afternoon, they reached Sunnydale, and respecting his traditions, Spike mowed down the Welcome Sign.

"Four!" Buffy exclaimed, crossing her arms.

"What?" he asked, happy that they had resumed talking again.

"It's the fourth time you have mowed down the Welcome Sign.. I just wonder why they bother to readjust it every time.." she commented.

"Maybe… for me to mow it down again!" he smirked.

She was about to smile back to him, but she turned her head away.

-- No, Buffy, remember? It all started that way, and you don't want it to start again, right?-- she told herself.

After about a half hour, they arrived to Revello Drive.

This time there wasn't any trouble with the daily light, because a summer storm had darkened the sky.

"Well, pet, we arrived! Just stay here for a while, at least until the storm drops.." he advised her, parking in front of her house.

The radio was still on and there was the beginning of a song that just for the energetic intro with the electric guitar gained Spike's full approval, and he turned high the volume.

Buffy let him do as he pleased, and they both listened carefully to the lyrics.

THE DROPS OF RAIN THEY FALL ALL OVER

-- It's raining here, too!-- they both noticed silently.

THIS AWKWARD SILENCE MAKES ME CRAZY

-- Sure, I hate this kind of silence.. it brings nothing good ..-- Buffy thought

THE GLOW INSIDE BURNS LIGHT UPON HER

-- Well, there's no light here, but she's beautiful anyway …-- Spike told himself, leaning to her slowly, as she was surprisingly doing the same.

I ' LL TRY TO KISS YOU IF YOU LET ME

They were eye to eye, their lips were about to skim, when Buffy pulled back all of the sudden, opening the car door.

THIS CAN'T BE THE END

"You know, what? Rain won't be so bad!" she said, dashing out under the rain ( also because she really needed a cold shower!) and running inside before Spike could stop her.

But he didn't even try, remaining seated in his car.

TIDAL WAVES THEY RIP RIGHT THROUGH ME
TEARS FROM EYES, WORN, COLD AND SAD

"Yeah, that's the feeling, buddy!" Spike commented with a bitter irony, turning to the radio.

PICK ME UP NOW, I NEED YOU SO BAD
DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN(2X)

-- I was so close.. and yet so far.. Why am I wishing for whom I can't have?--

IT GETS ME SO
DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN(2X)

IT GETS ME SO

That song seemed to read inside him, so he let it ring.

YOUR VOWS OF SILENCE FALL ALL OVER
THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES MAKES ME CRAZY

-- Wait! Her look, the look in her eyes! There was something else beyond fear …--

I FEEL THE DARKNESS BREAK UPON HER
I 'LL TAKE YOU OVER IF YOU LET ME
YOU DID THIS

-- Probably I'm wrong, but I feel that it's not over yet with her.. maybe..-- he told himself, turning off the radio and setting the car in motion.

TBC

I hope you'll still like it.

p.s. For the ones who care, yesterday I also update 'If you are me', whatever you think about it (eve bad reviews, of course!) , feel free to tell me