Exorcism (For those sticking around after the rescue)
"I...I can't." She whispered it as she trembled. "You'll have to...to kill me.." Faith trailed off as she reached for his hand, sliding her own knife into it. Within seconds, she had pulled him close so that the knife was about to plunge into her own chest, her hand on top of his on the hilt. The eyes had reverted back to tar, while the demon again reached for his throat.
"That's the only way you'll get her back, lover boy." A lie, of course, but she didn't care. Instead, Jewel merely smirked and-if he refused to plunge the knife in, reversed it and slid it into his side.
"Or you can go ahead and join her now. Up to you, really." Okay, not so much. But like she had thought earlier, he really wasn't worth her time.