"Give me your word that you would help me find my mother or I would leave you to your damnation " Demanded the young witch who appeared by his side.

"I give you my word" Asher pledged, hoping this was enough to convince the girl.

"Fine, let's go," she urged him to his feet and they ran out of the room of wailing vampires.

"What was that? How did you do it?" Asher was curious at the extent of her abilities as she led him into the room after making some incantation on the door.

The girl just like other witches was human and young, probably at the age of sixteen or seventeen, he couldn't exactly tell.

She had blonde hair with these exceptional blue-brown eyes that glinted with intelligence. If there was anything Asher noticed about her, it was the fact she was more knowledgeable than her age.

But then, humans have been known to adapt to several circumstances. From the look of things, she had been kept prisoner against her will and that has made her mature.

"It's just a little magic spell I honed in my spare time when they weren't keeping a tab on me," she replied, searching her body for something.

"That is not just small. A spell powerful enough to bring a room full of vampires to their knees should be given an award," Asher told her sincerely.

"I don't want to be powerful, I want my mother!" she said in an outburst, unwanted tears flowed down her face which she wiped away furiously.

"Fine, what are we doing here?" Asher changed the topic having sensed she was uncomfortable with it, "Aren't we supposed to leave already? Isn't that the whole point of the ' give me your word or I leave you to your damnation' stunt ?" Asher inquired, sounding more sarcastic than intended.

The girl gave him a hard look, "Well, sorry to burst your bubbles but I'm a young, inexperienced witch who doesn't know how to portal her way out of this f*cking hellhole and needs her mother's orbiting orbs to teleport, which I'm still trying to ….ah found it!" She exclaimed, pulling out a small circular blue-green globe out of one of the numerous pockets on her leather blazer.

"What is that and why do I feel like we're still a long way from leaving?" Asher was unsettled by the happening.

"This is an orbiting orb and my mother secretly sent it to me but it's past its use date. If I can only study it a bit, understand the structure and magic, I can make one like it," Devon said just as the globe began to float in the air from her manipulation.

"In one word you're trying to say, I have to wait till you understand the formula behind this pebble before I can make my escape," Asher mocked and mumbled under his breath," I can't believe my life is resting in the hands of an inexperienced kid" and which she heard.

"Perhaps, you should be a lot more grateful considering the fact I saved your heart from being yanked out of your body and stepped on like a mashed potato," Devon said through gritted teeth, obviously pissed off by Asher's rude attitude.

Asher ran his hand through his hair," I'm sorry, I'm not an asshole- usually- but I can't die yet, little one. I have someone I promised to protect for eternity," he apologized.

"My name's Devon," She told him offended by him referring to her as "Little one"

She glanced up, "Your mate?"

Asher was surprised," How do you know that?"

She answered Asher by baring her pointy teeth at him.

"You're- "

"A hybrid- Half-vampire, half-witch" she took the words right out of his mouth.

"Your fangs kind of short, " he observed.

"Touche," Devon said, "That feature is quite a sensitive spot for me. It sucks not to truly belong on either side; too witchy to be a vampire and too vampiric to be a witch, "

"It sucks but you should be proud of your heritage. You're the foundation, a predecessor of a race that would soon spread across the earth if you play your cards well and don't get knocked down by some assholes," he motivated her.

"Thanks for the pep talk," she smiled at him.

"You're welcome and what exactly is the plan here?" Asher stepped closer, amazed to see two globes instead of one currently floating in the air.

"I have enhanced understanding- that's my ability- so if I can work out how this came about and the mechanism aka magic behind it, I can - "

"Model it," Asher filled in.

"Bingo," she remarked.

"How much time exactly do you need for this?" Asher asked, worried by the sound of incoming footsteps he picked up.

"I can't exactly tell but I'm estimating thirty minutes to an hour?"

"Which I don't think we have" Asher stated.

"Don't worry, I fortified the door with magic. It's going to take them time before they can bring it down"

The words hardly left her mouth when a gaping hole appeared on the so-called fortified door.

"Or maybe not," Devon realized, "It appears my magic is still rustic but I need you to buy me some time," she instructed Asher, stepping further into the room.

"Even without my old body, I would be able to fight them off but these are vampires with powers," Asher pointed out.

He suggested," Perhaps, you should do whatever you did earlier, that should bring them down for a while"

"Hello?" Devon frowned at him," That spell required intense concentration and I can't multitask while remodeling this orb. The only reason I have not panicked nor made a mistake here yet is because of my ability so you should think of a way out or we're doomed," she informed him.

Asher began to think hard, Raphael's duplication was cool and more powerful when used against humans or other weaker creatures, not vampires with aggressive abilities. He could aid his life in battle by constantly replicating away from danger while his copies take the attack. Unlike his power, Raphael's ability has no real offensive use but if he can supplement with a good weapon and replicates, he might have a fighting chance.

"I need a weapon!" Asher shouted to be heard, whatever they were blasting at the door was making one hell of a noise.

Within his watchful eyes, Asher watched Devon conjure a sword out of midair which she tossed to him, focusing her attention on whatever she was casting.

"Seriously?" He gave her a stupid look.

"Sorry, but my brain is beyond stressed which means my imagination is limited, so I can't design some badass weapon for you!" She complained.

"Fine, I need a dagger too," Asher demanded.

Without hesitation, Asher received the dagger as requested and began to make copies of himself. This time, Asher was able to make three of himself who in turn duplicated respectively till the room was filled to the brim.

The moment the door was destroyed, all hell broke loose. Asher and Devon were at the back and protected by the massive copies of Asher who were at the frontline of the battle.

Massive grunts, tearing of flesh, booms, and clanking of metals reverberated throughout the room as the battle got hotter.

Asher was getting paler by each growing minute, duplicating a piece of him was consuming and he was hungry for blood.

His copies carried his DNA and so fought courageously against the vampires with the experiences he had gathered over the years. At that rate, Asher would have won if he hadn't stopped duplicating out of exhaustion and the emergence of a certain vampire.

It was so obvious that Ezekiel was fuming with anger which prompted everyone to get out of his way.

He lifted his hand and all of Asher's copies were lifted in the air before their necks were snapped uniformly, they dropped to the ground in a heap.

"Alright, now would really be a good time to make our escape!" Asher urged her to work faster.

"I'm trying if you don't stop distracting me!" She retorted.

Suddenly, Devon's hand went around her neck as she began to gasp for breath.

"Shit!" Asher cursed.

Ezekiel was suffocating her with his ability and the girl was half-witch, which means she was still part human.

Asher attempted to interrupt but that evil vampire began to oppress him with his power. He found himself beginning to kneel against his will.

"You are one annoying vampire," His words dripped with anger asAsher finally plonk down to his knee.

"Take the witch, I need her alive," he ordered his men," Asher dies today, "

Just as his men approached them, Devon out of nowhere summoned fire which formed a straight line, separating the opposite and releasing Ezekiel's hold on them.

"Let's go," Devon reached for Asher, both disappearing before Ezekiel could lay his hands on them.

"Where are we?" Devon asked when they reappeared in a forest.

"Gosh, dammit!" She screamed out of anger "My magic must have malfunctioned again!"

"We're not in Little Town," Asher detected.

"Of course, we're not," she sassed, beating herself for such a silly mistake.

"No, please don't" He implored her not to beat herself up, "This is Kinney village" Asher discovered.