Exorcism (For those sticking around after the rescue)
Aw, fuck it all. The fish boy was down. The trap was mostly put together by now, what with that giant Winchester there scribbling his half onto the floor like he was writing his own name down, so Spike was more focused on keeping an eye on things between Faith and Pike. Well, not Faith. That thing that was inside of Faith, prancing around in her body like it was wearing the hottest bit of fashion released to date. It disgusted Spike, watching how these demons worked. A real, respectable monster had their own body. Like Spike. He was a one hundred percent, in the flesh, walking dead version of himself and he wouldn't have had it any other way. He was just too damn gorgeous. Nothing else would have worked for him. Unlike these bloody demons, hopping in and out of bodies without any trouble at all. Disgusting. Scowling, Spike peered back into the room that contained the others and gestured for the angel - ha - to follow him. "Man down, you fucking harpy," Spike hissed, turning away from the wallspace he'd been crouched by. Leather jacket swinging behind him, Spike quickly ducked into the next room and held his hands out in front of himself, almost defensively. "Didn't mean to intrude on the lovers quarrel, but we need him back in one piece. Why don't you come over here and try tappin' this ass instead?" He tilted his head back slightly, gesturing for the demon to come at him.
Spike might've been the guy running around with the care-free attitude, so to those who didn't know him it was probably a big shock when he declared that he was coming along for the fight. The truth of it was, he still loved Buffy. He always would; kind of like how Angel was always sulking and all that about her. It was bullshit, but he couldn't have left Buffy here to die no matter how appealing the idea of being able to rid himself of all that concern and care was. Fighting to get her out, then to make sure that Faith did too (because, quite frankly, she was all right herself), had been easy for him to decide on. He was in. He was here. And he was going to save some people and have fun. That's right - fun. Because if there was a day of the week where Spike didn't end up fucking someone up or getting fucked up himself, it was indeed a sad one. He liked the feel of a good tussle, the way that someone's face felt as his fists collided with their skin. And the blood. He couldn't drink human blood anymore, but he'd be damned if he didn't admit that it smelled good.
Not that he wanted to get a whiff of Faith's blood. A little too much Slayer blood in the air would drive him mad.
"C'mon, bitch. Let's you and me have a go." He spread his arms out, openly inviting her in for the first shot. Might not have been a smart move since the demons had that mind throwing thingy of theirs to play with, but no matter what approach the demon went with this, the most important thing was that she got distracted from Pike. He was human. He couldn't handle being stabbed like that. Spike would have known - he'd stabbed people like Pike to death plenty of times himself in the past.