Better Than The Fantasy

Disclaimer

I do not own any of the characters of Buffy, Angel, or Charmed.

Summary

Rack has to fight to keep his female. Buffy bemoans the loss of another dress and has a bad headache.

CHAPTER THREE

Oh. My. God. Buffy was afire. She was burning up. As soon as he touched her, that was it. This was where she was supposed to be. He was her destiny. She closed her eyes and moaned. He growled in response. And not a threatening, I am going to do you serious harm growl. No, this was a growl of possession. A you belong to me and I am going to give you pleasure until you die kind of growl. She wanted to growl back. She wanted to let him know that she was his. But her whole body felt as if she was slowly being simmered.

She felt her body lift high in the air and be pinned against the wall. A small part of her brain thought the grime up here would never come out of her dress. But it was a very, very small part of her brain that said that. The rest of her screamed for Rack. She clutched her hands around his neck. She cursed their location. All she wanted to do was wrap her tail around him and dig her talons into his flesh. But, since she was human, she just dug her nails into the back of his neck - his very muscular neck - and tried to wrap her small legs around his frame. She heard her shoes drop to the floor but she really didn't care.

Their auras were swirling together and she shuddered with anticipation and she sensed his face coming down to meet hers. She used to dream about what it would be like if she ever met him again. Obviously, her imagination was sorely lacking. It had underestimated everything - everything.

Then, just as his lips would've touched hers, his head lurched and his hold her was gone. Oh, dear. It's a long way down. She felt something dig into her flesh on her way down, her dress tearing. Her last conscious thoughts as she hit the floor and her head slammed backwards onto the floor was that she had to tell Mel that it was dangerous having a nail stick out of the wall and that she was getting tired of losing dresses like this.

Rack's head was on fire and his heart had turned to ice. Whoever had hit him was going to die. Painfully. He spun to see who had made him drop Selie. He spared a quick glance at her and moved to protect her body from the enemy. She was lying motionless on the floor, her neck at a strange angle. Her dress had been torn by something, it was loosely draped around her waist. He tried not to become too aroused at the site of her bared breasts. Never mind, he would use the energy for something else. To kill…

Another demon. A rival for Selie… Well, it was only a matter of time. A female of her beauty and lineage, they would all be fighting for her. He reached out with his aura to judge his competition. If he was young, he should be fairly impulsive. Easy to kill. He felt a dagger form in his hand and began to close in on the demon. He mirrored the position the demon took, but made sure that he always protected Selie. The demon lunged and he parried. He kicked out and connected just below the demon's knee. He was satisfied with a crack. Not broken, but hopefully cracked enough to slow him down. The other demon grunted in pain. He smiled. "Leave. She is mine. You leave and I will let you live."

The other demon shook his head and screamed in the Old Language. Odd. He used very formal language even while angry. That meant he was… he started as the demon lunged. He blocked it with his arm, the blade scuffing harmlessly along the scales that lined his outer arms. The demon snarled and cursed in English this time. He chuckled, that surprised him. He lashed out with his dagger and was satisfied to strike flesh. The smell of blood… Damn! It was…

Ben snarled. This was a really big guy. But he was going to get him away from Buffy. What had she been thinking? This guy was obviously a thug. Out of all the males - human and demon and warlock - that had come after her, why this behemoth? He spared a glance for his sister, she was still lying motionless. His heart contracted. What if she was really hurt or… dead? Where was Dad? He should've sensed her pain. He should've sensed his anger.

His right leg was on fire where it was cracked. Luckily, the cut on his arm was superficial. He thought about using witchcraft. That might surprise this demon long enough to just get to Buffy. He would kill this creature, but his priority had to be to save Buffy. He would just have to use witchcraft.

Ninigiku. Damn! It was Selie's brother. No wonder he was being attacked. Also, he had probably already called their father. That would be bad. He didn't think he'd have any problem taking care of her brother. He was young and inexperienced. Belthazor was a whole other matter. His own father had nearly been killed by him once. He needed to figure out what to do. He… He paused. Something was happening. His eyes narrowed. Ninigiku was trying to cast a spell. He smiled. Well, he could take care of that. Witchcraft was no problem for him. Especially if he knew it was coming. Then, Ninigiku paused in the midst of a spell. His aura had shimmered slightly. Daddy must be coming.

Rack decided he had to cut this short. Brother dearest was slowing down, taking advantage of his father's imminent arrival. He whispered a confusion spell under his breath, hoping that would slow it down. It certainly worked when Mother didn't want Father to find her. He smiled and spun, kicking out and connecting with his other knee. The satisfying crack sounded and he crumpled to the floor.

Ben was on the floor, in pain. He couldn't help Buffy now. But, Dad was on his way. Why was it taking so long? He felt helpless. He tried to stand but fell down again. He snarled a threat at the demon, but he just smiled at him. "Don't worry Ninigiku, I'll take care of Selene. She won't be your responsibility any more" Ben screamed in outrage. He knew what that meant. The demon was approaching Buffy, he carefully rearranged her dress and hoisted her in his arms. He only had one chance. He took aim and threw his dagger, just as the demon shimmered away with her. He screamed.

Cole shimmered in, confused by the delay. Something had slowed him down. Witchcraft? He looked around. There was blood on the wall and some on the floor and there was his son on the floor, screaming. What the hell had happened to his daughter?