Exorcism (For those sticking around after the rescue)
Spike was quick. The blade curved through the air, smoothly spinning toward the center of his chest. Slayer's had good aim, so Spike didn't doubt that the demon inside Faith was using that to her advantage. All the same, even with the monster preaching on about him being a vampire, she had forgotten something terribly important: Spike was a damn good vampire. Hands reaching out, he caught the knife by the handle just as it's pointed tip began to tear it's way through his chest. The knife throw had been quicker than he had been, but not quick enough. Spike pulled what little of the knife had managed to hit it's mark from his chest without so much as a wince, ignoring the tear in his traditional black t-shirt (hey, at least it wasn't his jacket, then all hell'd break lose). Flipping the knife over in his hand, Spike raised a brow and critically said, "Two seconds? Really? I thought you were 'sposed to be able to read Faith's mind." Spike dropped the knife onto the floor with a clatter. "'Cause right now, you should be terrified."
If not for the fact that he noticed Pike gathering himself behind Faith, Spike would have charged her. He'd have exchanged blows with the demon inside of the Slayer and he would have happily swung it out with the monster until the thing was either slowed up enough or until the thing (more like if, since Spike was a smug mother fucker and refused to think he could be beaten) actually defeated him. Working with Pike would be better suited for him though...so long as the fish didn't get himself killed while playing out of the water for too long. Spike kept on with the distracting, lurching forward at the demon only when Pike had rammed the cross to her neck. Careful to avoid making contact with the cross, Spike grabbed the demon by the waist and looked to Pike, sharply jerking his head to the next room over as he attempted to haul her across.
Maybe he'd throw her if she didn't behave. That'd be kinda funny.