I knew I was over reacting. It was just an argument about such a stupid subject - but I was still pissed off at Chris that evening when we sat down for dinner. Everyone else had gone home, which meant that it was only me, my mom, my dad and my brothers eating at the manor that night.

Like normal, my mom had cooked one of her gourmet meals, and everyone was digging in hungrily. Everyone except me.

"Melinda," said my mom "why aren't you eating?" she was sitting diagonally across from me, next to Chris, who was directly across from me. Mom always sat there. She said it was because it was closest to the kitchen.

"I'm just not hungry tonight." I said with a tight lipped smile. That was actually true; I wasn't hungry. But I also had a lot on my mind. Like how I was going to sneak out that night.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" asked my dad. He was sitting to my left, at the head of the table. For his age, I had to admit my dad was looking good. He only had a few lines creasing his forehead, and his hair was still the same sandy blonde it was eighty years ago.

"No. Nothing's wrong. I promise."

The answer seemed to satisfy my parents, but I could see Wyatt and Chris exchange a look. I knew they thought I was up to something. Well, they were right.

When dinner was finished, I cleared the table and went straight up to my room. Tonight, I was going demon hunting. Chris and a few of the cousins were going to, but I was completely barred from this mission because of my age. Fifteen was too young. I sorta got where they were coming from; Chris hadn't been allowed to officially start vanquishing demons until he was seventeen after all, but I could handle myself - at least, I thought I could. I hadn't been given many opportunities after all. I knew that I would get in shit loads of trouble if I was caught, but tagging along shouldn't be a problem. I could observe what they did, and hopefully manage to vanquish a demon myself, in the process. I wasn't exactly sure what type of demon we were vanquishing, but from ease dropping on the others I could tell that a simple athemay to the heart would do away with the basterd for good. Simple. Well, I hope it's simple; I wasn't stupid. I knew that something could go seriously wrong if I wasn't careful, so I wanted to make sure that I took extra precautions. Extra potions, check; dagger, check; all I needed now was appropriate clothing.

I remember my mom telling me about a time, when they were in their early years of witch work, that her, Phoebe and Prue had been attacked by a stalker, well, Prue had. It was some bartender that worked at my mom's old club, who had become completely obsessed with my namesake. Anyway, Prue had pointed out to the others that they were never in appropriate footwear, or clothing, and ever since then, my mom, aunt Phoebe and later on Paige, had kept spare trainers with them at all times. That tradition was here till today; the first rule of demon vanquishing: dress for the experience.

At eleven o'clock that night, I heard Chris and Wyatt get up from bed. I was dressed, but under the covers. This was because Chris and Wyatt had made it demon hunting tradition to check on me before they went out. It was because they were so convinced that one day I'd sneak out to join them, that they made sure I was safe and asleep before they left.

After my door creaked open and then closed and I heard muffled whispers of: "She's asleep, let's go." I quickly got out of the covers. I was dressed in jogging leggings, a plain pink tee shirt and a thin black hoodie, the perfect outfit for demon hunting. I also wore my bright pink trainers, which were far to floresantly girly for my liking (I had Pansy to thank for that). My hair was pulled up in a loose pony tail and my face was makeup free.

I pulled amap of the city out from underneath my bed along with the scrying crystal that I'd swiped from the attic. I then used the crystal to find my brothers, before orbing to the location.

I ended up in a dark ally way. Of course. Such a stereotypical demon fighting ground. Thanks to my well practiced accuracy, I had orbed behind a set of bins and boxes, so apart from the quick flash of lights, I wasn't visible. In the ally stood Wyatt, Chris and P.J, opposite about five human looking figures. There didn't appear to be anything visibly wrong with them, and that's when I realised they must be warlocks.

Warlocks, for all intense purposes, were very similar to witches. They could cast spells, had a given born power, and could make potions. They could also blink, which was a form of transportation. They could move from one spot to another in the blink of an eye. They main difference between witches and warlocks, however, was the fact that warlocks would kill witches, and sometimes other magical creatures, in order to obtain their powers. That's what apparently makes them evil. My would always tell me though, that it wasn't in any creatures nature to be evil - not even demons. She had proved this with a demon child she had once saved. We still saw him today, from time to time, and he was really living proof of nurture verses nature.

All of the five warlocks standing opposite P.J and my brothers were guys. They all looked quite young, and I guessed that they were out on the prowl for some witches to kill as some sort of initiation. I wasn't sure whether to be worried, or scared. I was 100% sure that they could handle themselves, but at the same time, I wasn't sure what these warlocks were capable of.

"Well, well, well," said one of the warlocks. "What do we have here?" he had very tanned skin, and dark hair. He looked very cocky, and I was hoping he had his ass handed to him first. I wasn't a big fan of cocky people.

"Looking for some innocents to kill?" said Wyatt narrowing his eyes at the tanned man. "Or is that too complex for you?" Typical Wyatt. Prodding the lion before the kill.

"We were actually looking for some witches." Said Tanned skin. He was looking a lot less confident but a lot more menacing. "Thank you for making our job a lot easier."

With those words they attacked. Chris managed to propel them backwards with his telekinesis. In that spare moment, Wyatt put his shield up.

"P.J," said Chris, while Wyatt tried to fight off the five men with his wide range of magical skills. "Time to do as practiced."

She briskly nodded her head and close her eyes. She extended her fingertips before muttering a few words. A wispy trickle of red smoke streamed out of her fingers and began to fill up the ally way. Wyatt quickly put his shield around them to avoid being hit by the smoke. That's when I realised what it was. Love mist. It caused you to have a deep sexual attraction to whoever you first laid eyes on. Knowing that The smoke was going to hit me, I quickly closed my eyes. It was unlikely, but hopefully I could stay that way until the affects of the smoke wore off.

I could hear the warlocks hissing as the smoke hit them; for fully fledged warlocks, love hurts a lot.

"What are you doing here?" asked a voice from behind me. I jumped a foot in the air, and flew around, unwisely opening my eyes. It wasn't Chris or Wyatt, like thought it would be. It was one of the warlocks. He was clearly the youngest of the group; he looked about my age, if not a few years older. He had light brown hair that was the colour of tree bark. He had brown eyes, not too different from mine. Instead, of dark brown, they were hazel, with flecks of gold running through them. He was beautiful, I had to admit. His angry expression kind of ruined it though.

After remembering the lethal love smoke slowly making his way through out the alley, I tried to say: "Close your eyes!" but it was too late. The smoke curled around us, dancing through our limbs and capturing us in its spell. I expected to hear screams from the warlock, but instead I heard laboured breathing. Upon studying his face again, I realised that His anger was gone replaced by complete lust. He was looking at me intensely, his eyes roaming over every inch of my body. As I looked at him more I felt my heart beat quicken, and somehow, he became every more attractive to me. I looked at his long as I could, trying to resist the feelings but it was futile. I needed him. Now. I leant forward and looked deep into his eyes before hungrily capturing his lips with mine. The kiss was fierce, and there was a clear battle for dominance. I could faintly hear the screams of the warlocks in the background, but they soon faded away.

After a few more minutes, we broke apart, both of us panting, and I realised we were not in the ally anymore. We were in a room, which appeared to belong to a teenage boy. Obviously his. The only thing I cared about was whether or not there was a bed, and low and behold, in the corner of the room, there was.

"Kiss me." I said in a very husky voice. He compelled with my request, and crashed his lips back onto mine. He then trailed a hand down to my ass and gave it a squeeze which sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. I began to pant heavily as he began to trail kisses down my neck and onto my collar bone. I could feel his hand trailing down my back, desperate to grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.

"Wait!" I said before he could, startling him. He looked at me quizzically, wondering why I had made him stop. I so badly wanted to resist, but I didn't have the will power. I needed him too badly. "What's your name?" I asked, giving him my best sexy smirk.

"Why?" he said suspiciously, giving me a similar sly cocky smile.

"So I can say it." I said giving him a knowing look.

"Oh," he said, obviously now more 'excited' than before. "I'm David."

"I'm Prue."

"Well Prue," said David, trailing his hand downs to my ass again. He quickly picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Want to go to bed?"

Now I became more excited. "Oh, defiantly."