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The Jaloers Ketteren was fierce, growing stronger with every passing second, feeding off my rage with every solitary strike. I had hurried Faith, Willow, and the two Potentials out of the room, as I attempted to defeat the creature before me. The Potentials, one strawberry blonde and the other raven haired, were flipping hurriedly through the blonde Potential's Book of Shadows, passed down to her from her Great-Grandmother, trying to find the right spell to banish the monster to his own dimension.

Faith, in the meantime, started arguing with Willow. I couldn't hear much of the conversation over the obnoxious bellow of the Jaloers Ketteren, it's breath reeking of rotting flesh and acid. I had already been burned by its saliva on my left arm, rendering it useless from pain, its reaction like hydrochloric acid on skin. As I struck at the beast, I caught a few words from the other room, such as "jealous", "mistake", and "bad magic". The beast tossed me across the room with a flick of its wrist and my body smashed into the wall, knocking plaster from the ceiling. I winced with pain, popped my back, and hollered at Willow and Faith.

"You two need to knock off the fighting. This thing is getting stronger by the second…remember what Giles said. Keep a cool head." I stood shakily, facing the Jaloers Ketteren, waiting for its next attack.

"Don't worry, Buffy. I-I think I found a spell to banish it. But I need Dragon's Blood and a ginger root." The blonde Potential hollered out, pointing at the book. The dark-haired Potential got up from her position next to her friend and stood next to me, ready to fight by my side.

"Look, I know I might not be in the majors, but I can still play ball. Don't turn away my help…" The raven trussed Potential took her fighting stance, and glanced longingly back at Faith, who was brooding and ready to kick Willow's ass for some reason.

The Jaloers Ketteren chuckled as he observed the situation before him, before resting his scarlet eyes on Willow. "Du ska gör mitt bjuda. Förstör mörkerslayeren," he uttered with a snarling grin.

Willow's eyes went wide with uncontrolled ferocity, her skin went pallid, and turned quickly to face Faith. Cocking her head to the side, she spoke in the same language the fiend used.

"Dig som knullar satkäringen. Buffy var min. Alltid min. Matris, dig slampa!" Willow shrieked, electricity sparking from her fingertips. With a blast of air, Faith went flying into the arms of the Jaloers Ketteren. Faith struggled against its clawed grip, its talons dug deep into her gut and shoulder, blood running down her body.

My eyes went wide in horror. I can't let her…what the fuck did Willow do? I can't let this beast destroy my beloved. I don't care what problems we had, or the drunken trysts we had. I loved her.

I kept my eyes locked on the Jaloers Ketteren's, yelling back at the blonde Potential. "Y'know, any day now with the spell!!!" The dark haired Potential wanted to attack, but I kept her back, not wanting to lose anyone in this battle.

"Ok, ok…give me a moment! I-I almost got it"

The Jaloers Ketteren cackled with wickedness. "Rädd förmiddag I är du för sen. Dum flicka." And with that, he mauled Faith, tore into her with every sharp part on it's body, her blood…

"B!!! God, wake the hell up!" Faith shook me awake from my vivid dream. Her brown eyes pooled into sensitive depths of chocolate sweetness, concerned. I was panting, heart throbbing out of my chest.

"Faith…oh…oh THANK GOD!" I hugged her close. "You're alive…" I was surprised. I looked around our surroundings. The motel. Oh thank God we haven't left Peotone yet.

"Um, duh, B. You having that dream again?" She stroked my hair.

"Y-yeah. Um…" I chewed my fingernail nervously.

"Hey, don't worry about it. We can change whatever it is. I know you don't wanna tell me, but…your dreams don't always come true…do they?"

With those simple words uttered from Faith's mouth, I could only give her a concerned look, blinking back tears. I have to figure out a way to keep this demon from being summoned….