A/n: Yeah, Yeah, I know XDD It's been a while. Pleaseee don't kill meee! Enjoy :)

Jackie held the writhing Drago in an iron grip, his forearms trembling with the exertion. "You are not going back in there."

Uncle had led them all to the house where Jade and Drago had been getting, ah, friendly. The spell had gone a bit haywire when they entered the premises, so they had to go into the house blindly. But it was still a lot better than having no idea where in San Francisco they should look.

Drago twisted furiously, tendons in his arms straining. He hoped that Jackie couldn't feel him quivering. He wasn't exactly sure himself whether it was from exertion or emotion. "You have to believe me! I am the one who loves her." He couldn't believe this was happening. The Drago from the present could arrive at any time. Who knew what he would do to Jade to get the spell to open the gate?

There was only one answer. Drago had to convince Jade's father of his earnestness, his desire to protect the woman. It might only be working together that they could overpower the other Drago without hurting Jade in the process, and then it would be all for naught.

The old martial artist's eyes darkened. Drago's heart sank. "Not when my niece's life-"

An earsplitting, hair-raising, heart-wrenching death scream had come from the bedroom. Drago felt his heart race with the sound and snarled an involuntarily growl. Jackie dropped the dragon demon in a clatter.

It was Jade.

A demon had burst through the door.

Jade could tell instantly that it wasn't the Drago who had newly confessed his love to her.

No, this was far worse. As she read the much harder emotion on his face, she felt a dark hopelessness settle into her bones.

She couldn't help it, she backed a step up involuntarily before catching herself and frowning grimly.

He raked her eyes over her with an almost physical force. He smiled a carnivorous, triumphant grin that a predator might bestow upon its prey just before snapping it up.

Jade felt her skin crawl and her heart rate skyrocketed. This was probably the most she had ever feared for herself, and her life had been in danger countless times before. She had been kidnapped, held for ransom, been held prisoner, treated inhumanely. Scare and torture tactics had been used on her. The lives and health of her most precious loved ones had been threatened in ways even she would never be able to imagine, a burden that she would have to carry for the rest of her life. She still had nights where she would wake up feeling sick, their disfigured faces haunting her. She had to have a glass of water before she could convince herself that it wasn't actually real.

Even having been through all of that, she had never felt what she did now. Her honor had even been threatened with a pregnancy scare after a near-rape. But none of that felt like being at the mercy of a hormone-crazed demon with a large ego and an even larger imagination. It felt like being at the hands of a serial killer.

Drago was upon her, holding her arms with enough strength to bruise, forcing her to stand. He grinned wickedly at her as he felt the last of the fight melt out of her. It was almost palpable. It was as if the energy surged from her to him, as if he sucked it right out of her. His smile became more vicious. Deep down inside, every man wanted to feel that in-control of a woman.

He spun her around so suddenly that her feet couldn't catch up with her body and she tumbled out of his grip. She was down on her hands and knees, faced away from him. Of course, he could've broken her legs easily in this state, or at the very least messed up the knees in her joints and hips, but he decided to savor every moment. He was going to get the maximum amount of pleasure out of this. Out of breaking her.

A whimper that might have been a poorly disguised sob fled from her lips. Drago bit his bottom lip so hard that the pain could keep him sensible. His canines drew hot, coppery blood from his flesh. He didn't understand why this girl was affecting him so strongly, but he liked it.

He shivered and forced himself to take a breath before closing the distance between them. An inch of her was exposed from the position. His finger wriggled into the crack between her shirt and pants, stroking her skin with his rough scales.

Almost gently, he grasped the fabric between two muscled hands. He ripped her shirt open so that her back was exposed, getting a few chills from such a wide expanse of the girl's silky skin.

Drago fingered the whip, the succulent, smooth leather-bound handle setting his nerve endings shaking. Why did he feel so excited? His manhood seemed to have a mind of its own. Get it together, he thought to himself, trying to clear his head. Surely the girl was attractive, but why was the idea of hearing her yell out so appealing?

"Please," she cried, tears gathering in her eyes. "How could you do this to me?"

Drago's jaw was grimly set. He raised the whip...

And hesitated.

Surely he could get even more fun out of the human if he saved the torture for last. Break her spirit and then her mind. He had taken plenty of the worthless race before, so what would make this different? His extremities twitching, he felt a sudden rush of heat to his face as he set down the weapon, almost tenderly.

It was embarrassing, the way he was reacting. Why was this human woman so special? She looked like a weakling. But if he got that much more pleasure out of it, it would be a victory in his book. He could certainly...inspect her physique better if he removed her clothing.

His fingers were vices around her forearm, forcing her to the ground again. Blood and saliva from his mouth mixed in wet streamers down her perfect, silky neck. He bit her softly and her blood mingled with hers, and he lapped up a few drops, jaw snapping shut and stroking her face. She looked up at him, a storm of emotions across her face. Bewilderment, a bit of repulsion, and... a hint of longing? He let his tongue delve lower and lower until he was caressing the valley between her breasts, holding them in place with his claws...

Jade, quivering under the entire weight of Drago bearing down on her, was trying so very hard not to be aroused by the monster, and failing, miserably. She could feel the fire coursing through her loins, swelling her babymaking equipment to prepare for intimacy. She wanted it...she wanted it so badly. He would, after all, someday turn into the Drago that she loved...

No. She had to talk herself out of it. Surely he was as cruel as the day he met her. Surely he was no less than a maniacal psychopath with daddy issues. Still...

He was also just as chiseled, just as handsome, and just as strong as the day she met him as well. And his bad-boy streak that had drawn her in the first place was on full display.

He was being careful to keep his nether region away from hers, for the moment, but that didn't stop him from fondling her upper half. He tore part of her shirt away and casually ripped the bra aside, taking her nipple within his fingertips, scales drawing pins of fire out and making them swell enormously. Her back arched, and she involuntary spread her legs out further as her lowered his mouth, biting harder than she had ever been bit there before. She writhed, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his with need, giving in to one good thrust but quickly quelling the rest. It was painful, but so... soooo...mmmm....

Drago stiffened. She was enjoying this. That was not part of the plan. Snarling, he decided that maybe he would have her after she was broken, after all. A feisty mating was not the way he liked it. She must be submissive, his servant, give in to his every demand, be liquid to his touch and only do things he want, at the pace he wanted.

And the space of a few terrifying seconds, he had retrieved the whip, maneuvered them both back to the appropriate positions, and lashed the weapon across her back.

Jade screamed an earsplitting, hair-raising, heart-wrenching death scream.

A/n: So YAY! Happy New Year to everyone. Finally, right? Rofl.