Devon felt lost and frustrated. Her life had been one rollercoaster ride after the other. First, she was bullied in her mother's coven and then, they left to her father's clan, hoping that things would change for the better, but it was worse.

They were all pretenders who used them without them noticing until it was too late. But it was satisfying to know that they got what they deserved- Raphael dying in her hand was the most gratifying.

However, she was the one who lost in the end- her mother was nowhere to be found. Honestly, Sabrina was a good person who had done all her best to make her feel welcome but that was not enough.

Lost in her reverie, Devon was not surprised when she stumbled upon that idiot's house - Ben. And why were flowers and gifts lying outside his gate? What had that idiot done this time? Wait a minute, he was a medium, what if he somehow summons her mother? She could speak with her once more

Devon didn't exactly like Ben but he was a valuable asset to her right now so it wouldn't hurt to communicate with the asshole for once.

Looking left and right, Devon went to a hiding place beside the house and conjured a portal that took her straight to the boy's room.

Ben was hiding out in his room, he couldn't go out without one or two people wanting to touch him or take a photograph, which in turn becomes a crowd. Did he forget to add the press, they wanted to interview him and learn his experience during that period he spent with Eric.

So when he felt a presence in his room, his face turned into a scowl, had they climbed his walls?

"Look if you're here for a hug, then I'll let you know that you're…" Ben trailed off when he turned and saw who he was speaking to.

His brows furrowed together, that vampire witch hybrid? What was she doing here? Didn't she hate him?

Devon looked at his spacious bedroom and thought "He must be some rich young master". How envious, she didn't know what luxury feels like.

"What are you doing here? To slap me again?" Ben said straight to her face, he wasn't going to hold back his tongue.

"I'm not going to apologize for that," Devon informed him, "You deserved it,"

"What did I do wrong to deserve that?"

"You were laughing at me,"

"I wasn't laughing at you rather trying to be friendly," Ben felt like opening her brain and dumping that information in there.

"Really?" Devon arched a brow skeptically

"Yes," He said firmly," You were new and I thought, why not be friendly to her, but all I received instead was a slap on my face. How pleasing," He grumbled.

"I'm sorry," Devon apologized to Ben's surprise. He had thought of her as a stubborn - I - don't - take - nonsense - from - anybody - kind of person. Well, she knew how to be logical.

"Fine," Ben accepted her apology but asked, "But why are you here? Something tells me you're not just here to clear our misunderstanding,"

"Yeah, you're right," Devon admitted, "I need your help,"

Oh, she was a frank one, Ben thought

"My help? What could I possibly do?"

"It's about my mother," She disclosed.

"Oh no," Ben breathed, he should have known.

"What's the 'oh no' for? You don't even know what I want from you?" Devon complained.

"Listen, I already know what you're here for and the truth is that your mom has moved on- which you should do too, clearly," he advised her.

"Yeah, I know that but I need you to summon her back. I just want to speak with her for five minutes, no, even a minute is enough," Devon was desperate.

"Look witchy hybrid-"

"Devon," she hissed.

"Fine. Devon, look here, it's understandable that you're going through grief and in that condition can do some pretty crazy things but your mom has left and there's nothing I can do about it. So please leave me alone, would ya?" he implored.

"No, you can summon her. I saw Necromancers call her back, you can do too," she insisted.

"Sorry honey but I'm not a necromancer," Ben told her and turned to leave the room for her but she grabbed his arm.

"You're a fucking medium; a bridge between the living and dead. This is your area of expertise, you should know about that,"

Ben said to her, "I'm sorry but I'm not a genius like you," and turned to leave but she pushed him to the wall.

"You're going to summon my mother!" She said forcibly.

Ben wasn't affected by my outburst, "Force me then," he spat, "I'm sure your mother would be so pleased,"

For a moment there, Devon was tempted to bend him to her will but she couldn't. Ben was right, her mother wouldn't applaud her for that.

Devon drew back, "I'm so sorry,"

"It's okay," Ben assured her. He understood what she was going on.

"Fine, I'll help you," He agreed at last.

"You would?" her eyes widened from surprise.

"But there's no assurance it would work. This is the first time I'm summoning a ghost who has crossed over - heck, I don't know how I'm going to do that" He scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"Fine, I'll help you. Understanding is my superpower," She smiled and Ben couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was when smiling. Her blue brown eyes seemed to sparkle like the stars in the sky.

"A-hem," Ben cleared his throat when he found out he had been staring for a while now, " Let's begin, shall we?"

Ben went ahead to sit on his bed crossed leg with his eyes shut while conjuring an image of Nadia.

"It's not working, I can't feel anything," he groaned after five minutes of calling on her spirit.

"Maybe, you need some sort of connection - a possession that was once precious to her," Devon said while removing a pendant from her neck as Ben watched.

"Take that," she placed the object in his palm," It once belonged to her which she handed to me,"

Ben took it, breathing out, " So what am I supposed to do with this? Chant her name like you witches do or just conjure up -"

"Just shut up and concentrate!" Devon snapped at him.

"I'm concentrating which isn't exactly helping me -" With a sudden sharp gasp, Ben's eyes glazed over, exposing the white of his eyes.

"Mother," Devon was delighted.

"What don't you understand by do not summon me again?" there was a displeased look on her face - Ben's face.

"Mom, I -"

"Devon, unless it's something important - a life and death situation - that you need my help, do not summon me. There's no room for reminiscing," she added, " And warn the young medium, if he summons me again, I'll trap him over here,"

"Seriously, mom-"

But the woman had already left after giving her strict warning.

"I feel unpleasant," Ben complained, clutching his chest. This felt like the worst possession ever.

"I'm sorry it's my fault," Devon lowered her head, "She says never to summon her again unless it's for an important stuff - she'd punish you if you don't adhere to her warning,"

"Oh," Ben pursed his lips while caressing his heart. At least the burning sensation had subsided.

"You should move on, Devon," He told her, " You can't keep lingering in the past. Live your life - while you still gave it "

Devon stared at the boy, he was kind of cute if he pushed back those hairs and maybe added a manly charm.

" It's never easy -"

Ben's eyes widened when she leaned in and kissed him full on the lips. What was wrong with everybody today? Hugging and kissing him without warning?

"Have you ever had sex before?" Devon asked upon pulling away from the kiss.

Ben gulped, speechless. Why was this girl discussing such a sensitive topic so carelessly? He turned beet red.

"Urm… I-I," He stammered miserably,

"I-it's time you left," Ben tried to stand up but she pushed him back to the bed, taking advantage of the opportunity to straddle him.

"You do know this is rape," Ben protested, weakly. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down after feeling her soft feminine body press against his hard, masculine ones.

"Not if both participants were willing," Devon lowered her head, her hair tickling him, as she nipped him on the neck, "I know you want it, Ben,"

Ben gripped the bed sheet hard, this was the first time he was finding himself in such a dilemma. No girl had bothered to seduce him - not even his goddess Lia.

"I know this is your first time," Devon teased him by moving against him, Ben's blush deepened. She could smell innocence off the boy and wanted so much to taint him.

"Even if this is not your first time, I bet you've never had sex with a vampire. Aren't you curious, medium?" She smirked.

This time, Ben was hooked. Though he never admitted it, this wish had always been on his bucket list. What was he going to do? This was so tempting!

To make matters worse, Devon took off her shirt, exposing her fair breasts cladded by her red bra- the color of sin - with her aroused nipples poking out. Of course, Ben was a man and felt his member throb to the point of pain - he was fighting a losing battle.

So when Devon kissed him once more, Ben lost himself to temptation.