What happens with the potion. And Faith

Kennedy was bringing her glass to her lips when she noticed that Tara had slid the jacket off Jenny's shoulders and Willow was unbuttoning her shirt, sliding it off, revealing a black lace bra. She stopped with inches from her lips. As Tara and Willow continued undressing the former teacher Dawn approached.

"Hey, Kennedy."

"Hey, Dawn." Kennedy smiled brightly. She'd been so happy since Xander. Her problems with her temper were totally gone.

"We were wondering if you had a strap-on we could borrow?" Dawn pointed over her shoulder to Buffy and Joyce. JOyce had removed her top and Buffy was suckling on her breast.

"Oh, Mommy always knew she should've breast feed her babies," Kennedy only heard it thanks to enhanced Slayer senses.

"Sure, you can borrow one." She set the drink on a nearby counter and headed for her room, not noticing the drink only caught the edge of the counter and tumbled off the side, spilling.

Faith looked off the side of the Slayer's headquarters and let one foot dangle off the side. She brought a knife up to her wrist. She'd nearly killed the guy who was going to save the world. But she couldn't take the final step. Not that she was scared. But Xander would feel it and have to heal her.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you," a familair voice said.

She stepped off the ledge and dropped the knife. "I wasn't. I just don't know what to do."

The figure cursed as he saw the drink spill. Of all the ridiculous luck. And it didn't seem like there was a way to strip the powers from Xander. But there was a way to kill him. If he could isolate him from the Slayers with no food, and then injure those under his control, then Xander would slowly starve.