A/N: I haven't updated for ages and this chapter is so short it doesn't actually count as a chapter, but I'm posting it anyway. Next chapter will be a Will and Alex one and then the one after that will be affected by what you say in the reviews, you give, you tell me where you want this story to be taken, unless you want me to leave it alone, your choice :p

So here we go, the super-mini chapter.

"Oi, Whelp!" Spike yelled across the cemetary, which generally wasn't a good idea, especially not in Sunnydale, but if it got him a pissed off slayerette and extra violence, who was he to complain?

"Leave me alone Spike" Xander carried on storming off at the fast pace he had set himself, even if he knew it wouldn't make a shred of difference to the vampire that was currently yelling across the cemetary at him. Idiot.

"No, C'mere"

"What do you want? Angel order you to come here?"

"No, I don't take orders from that gelled nancy boy"

"Then why are you here?"

"Mostly? I was thinking it was about time to start blackmailing you" He never had seen the point in dancing around the point, straight and direct, that's what had always worked and if it didn't work first time? You killed the problem, until the chip that was.

Xander stopped walking and turned around slowly, he had known this was coming eventually, but trust Spike to be so direct.

"Coming back to my crypt?"

"I suppose" grudgingly Xander began to follow Spike towards his crypt, his mind should have been confused, looking for a way out, trying to escape but he had already expected this, it was obvious. He had a way out, he could tell the gang, they wouldn't think any less of him, but really, why the fuck should he? It was his life and he was gradually getting more and more pissed with them until his only escape would be at nights when he went to sleep.

He continued following Spike through the graveyard until they reached the crypt once more, he closed the door behind him but stood next to it incase he found the need to make a quick exit.

"So what do you want? Money, Blood?" he decided to get this over with as quickly as possible, being around Spike wasgetting harder and harder recently.

"Straight to the main event without any foreplay, eh luv?"

"What?" Xander was sure that he just said...

"Metaphor" Came the smirked reply

"Oh" of course, he knew that, he just kind of forgot, or got confused or whatever... Hang on, Metaphor for what? Maybe he didn't want to know.

"So..."

"So indeed. And to your question about blood and money, I don't want either"

"No?"

"No"

"What do you want then?" The reply that came left Xander speechless, and that really wasn't something that happened all that often.

Ok, I know that was most likley the shortest chapter in existance, but I'm really stuck on where to take this story so it's up to you. Review and tell me what Spike wanted, and I'll update if enough people give me ideas, I'm being lazy, I know.