𝘊𝘩.8┌𝘕𝘖! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺┘

{Beth's POV}

We were at the alley. In the dimly lit night, I could feel shivers run down my spine as it rained.

"Beth." A low velvety voice sounded from behind the scene, making a shiver run down my spine. It was low painted with a warning that I didn't understand its meaning. I turned around to examine who it was, but deep in my soul, I knew. I knew, before I turned, whose voice it was, and it scared me to no end that I could recognize him only by his presence. I slowly turned my head, and indeed, it was him. Damian. The moment I turned around, my gaze met his. His cold demeanour was still there, and the undetached person. He was watching me cautiously as if asking me who I was. As much as I wanted to run up to him, there was no reason to, so I just stood there, watching his every move. He was leaning on a bench, looking at the scene intently. I wouldn't put it past him to have been there from the start and watched the whole thing. Who is this man anyway? Why does
he seem to treat his family, but when outside or with me, he is? A monster?

The type of monster I had turned into years ago. But he felt different from me. I couldn't understand him. Every move he made meant something, and it tired my mind to unlock each meaning.
I could not understand what he was doing here. Wasn't he on the beach with that blond woman? "It seems something is wrong here, Miss Beth. Won't you agree?" He spoke up once more,
bringing everyone out of their trance.
I scoffed, was he serious, or was he playing with me? "No, no. There is no problem here. It's just six guys surrounding a woman and a child.
Nothing abnormal, nothing at all." I said sarcastically. "Hmm, I don't like the tone that you are using toward me. You better be careful, little witch. But you are right; men trying to beat up someone is common out here. The weird thing is
you, Miss Beth." And? What is his problem? Is he serious? No, he cannot be. "What do you mean, Mister Damian?" I asked, matching his cold tone. "What I mean is, you don't see women, at your age at least, out in the open, fighting a bunch
of guys now, do you?" "I guess I'm special." I greeted my teeth before saying something I would regret. "Oh, are you now," he smiled. He was smiling at me. And even if it was night, I could see the small smile forming on his handsome face. The men around me glanced at Damian again and looked at each other knowingly. It seems
as if the men knew what we were about to do. I watched Damian; he pulled a gun out from his waistband and pointed it in my direction. I did not feel threatened at all looking at him with a gun. Instead, it made me feel weirdly safe. While he pointed the gun at me, he searched my eyes and watched my expressions like a
hawk. But I did not back down; I stared back at him. I felt my heart beginning to beat faster than before. A wave of adrenaline coursed through my body just because of his presence and the way he looked at me. I felt alive right at this moment. More alive than I had felt in a
long while. As he reloaded the gun to which he had pointed at me, he pulled off the safety and smiled at me, but I didn't flinch. I just raised an eyebrow at him.

"Not so fast." He called out to the men behind me. I felt as if I was frozen in time at this moment as if time did not move and only he and I were
alive. In such a short moment, we could form a union and agree on what would happen next. It was intimidating to me, but at the same time, he made me want to risk my life for it, and so I did. I tilted my head to the side, not moving the rest of my body. So he could shoot the assholes that, I knew, were trying to run away. I shouldn't bargain with my life like that, but I wanted to see his skills. I had a hunch he is a peculiar man, and I guess I was right. They ran as fast
as they could but didn't get far. He shot one of them and turned to me.
"Don't worry; he won't die. You already called the police" He smiled as he lowered his gun, placing it back into its place. As he did so, I could see every muscle moving with his actions, even with his clothes on. My jaw clenched, a wave of oakwood and alcohol brushed my nose, and I knew he had walked
closer to me. "Why should I worry about them?" I asked as I raised my head to meet his darkened eyes. A forest green, so bizarre that it took my breath away. Also, how did he know I called the
police?

"Hmm. It seems that I caught a little cold-hearted fish, didn't I?" he smirked down at me; I was compelled by his beauty. This man should be illegal.
"If you think you 'caught' me, then you are delusional, Mr. Damian," I said in a serious tone as I stopped to look at him again. I wanted to know how he knew what was happening here, but he didn't have time to ask. I went to check on the kid and the woman. Damian followed me, and we helped them get up.
"I will walk you two back home," I informed them with a small smile.
Miss Holly had stopped crying by now, "Thank you so much." she said.

"Well, no need. I didn't do anything." I helped her when little Peter came and hugged my leg, wanting my attention, so I knelt at his height.
"Could you stay with us for a while? I-" he stared up at me with pleading eyes.
"What is it, little guy?" I asked, concerned now.
"I am afraid they will come and hurt my mama again," he replied truthfully.
"Of course, I will." I smiled reassuringly at the little boy, and he returned the favour.
"Yes!" he exclaimed, still smiling.
We were now on the city street. At night, it was a different sight from the day. The lights painted the darkness with a unique warmth. The people walked down the paths to their small
but pretty homes.

...

While they were waiting for the police, the man -Damian- looked at Bethany with a peculiar look plastered on his face. He was wondering why she seemed so familiar. Not her face, no. But her body, her speech, her movements. It was almost exactly like her. In his mind, he
already hated this girl called Beth. He couldn't understand why. He wanted revenge for something another woman did. Yet to him, it didn't matter. Finding a replacement would do.

After all, he is Damian Yang. And it was obvious that as long as this woman did not know his full name, she wouldn't recognize him. To him, she was a mystery. A prize to be claimed. A
death note to be read. He wanted to make her hurt for the suffering that he went through all those years. After all, that woman died in a fire. The only woman he loved. She was so keen
on escaping him that she ended up dead, and he couldn't understand why. Yet, this girl's acting was so familiar that it made him yearn for her touch, and he lived for her screams. It had been a long time since these thoughts had crossed his mind, and it felt like a miracle to him. Back in his mind, he knew his assistant was watching the scene and
observed the girl too. After all, his assistant was there when he and that woman were together, so maybe he could recognize her. Damian hadn't lost all hope after the fire. The only reason was that they did not find her body on the pile of ashes and scattered limbs that
the big fire had left behind. But it didn't matter now. He had already formed a plan against this little witch called Beth, and she was going down.

After a while, the police arrived and took our statements. Miss Holly and little Peter were talking to the policewoman, the policeman, and Damian. Chief Johnes came up to Beth, indicating for them to keep a distance for their about-to-be conversation. Chief Johnes then spoke to her, "Is what they say true?" She answered nonchalantly. "Yes, it is. I have their blood on my hands. If you dare, arrest me."
Chief Jones continued, "I dare not. In any case, you did not kill or hurt anyone bad enough to get arrested."
"That is convenient for me, now, isn't it?" Bethany glared at him mildly.
"Even if I dare not arrest you this time, someone else will, in different circumstances." he stuttered as he looked down, not daring to meet the young woman's stare.

"Well, that will be their doom, won't it?" she asked, rhetorically once more.
"That is what I am afraid of. They don't know you." The chief continued in fear that the young woman would do something he wouldn't like, and by that only he and her victims knew what it meant. "Well, I can't do anything about it," she replied. She was getting annoyed by him.

"Yes, that is why I wish if something like that happens to call me. I will help you and let them understand-" He didn't finish the sentence when he heard her low warning. Bethany leaned
down on the chief's ear and angrily warned him. "Stop now. I am in no mood for this. Let's head where the others are so you can do your job for once."
"Okay then," he said, his palms sweating as he tried to walk away from Bethany.
Damian, who both Beth nor Chief Johnes hadn't noticed, was listening to their conversation somehow. The man's uncomfortable gaze while talking to Beth could be easily noticed by
anyone. The fear in his eyes and the sweat that was dripping down to his forehead was a clear indication to Damian that the man feared his little witch.

It seems this girl is someone important. Hmm, interesting. He thought to himself.
A few minutes later, little Peter came up to Beth once more. "Aunt Beth!" he ran up at her with a big smile.
"Well, hello there. What a warm hug!" She hugged him with hesitation.
"These two officers are helping us. They are good people." the little boy pointed at them, and Bethany's eyes bore into both police officers, making them uncomfortable.

"Are they, now?" she asked with a smile, but suspicion was written all over her hard-reading features. Damian looked at her narrowed eyes that were staring suspiciously at the police and giggled
soundlessly. This girl is smart. He thought to himself once more and continued observing the sene. Beth knew none could be trusted, so she had her guard up. The policeman spoke up to their defences.

"Yes, Miss Kappa, we are," he said in a small voice.
"Let us hope so. Or else..." She warned.
Beth threatened them, but if someone else were present; they would think she was asking them for help. Damian was intrigued now. He glanced at Chief Johns, who was as scared as a cat in the water. Is he that scared of this little witch? He asked himself.

"James! Have some respect for Miss Kappa, will you?" Chief Johns warned as
he slapped the younger policeman on his head. The policeman's eyes widened at the name. Beth was very famous with both the police and the underworld. Everyone feared the mysterious 'Moonlight Angel' called Miss Kappa.
"S- sir! I am sorry I didn't know she was-" but before he could finish, Damian had walked up to them, right behind Bethany. He could smell her delicious aroma, and he hardly controlled himself from saying something, anything provocative at her. After all, there was a kid in front of them too, and his little witch wasn't ready for him yet.

"What is this all about?" he asked them. Chief Jones was at a loss; he knew who Damian Yang was. Everybody did, and now, if Damian started asking questions about Miss Kappa, the Chief was doomed to die, either by not telling anything, by THE Damian Yang, or by saying everything by Miss Kappa. He wanted to kill himself before everything unfolded in such a bad state. He knew Miss Kappa was merciless, and Master Yang was ruthless. What a great combination these two were; He had no other choice!
"Nothing, nothing. We have our statements. Now we shall go." He said, trying to avoid both of them.
"Leaving so soon, are we now," Beth spoke up then, her tone ice cold. Her eyes froze the three police guards on the spot. She held her chin in a threatening position as everyone was silent, anticipating her words. For a long moment, no one spoke up, so Bethany let them go.

"Careful, there might be wolves waiting for you on such a cold night. They must be starving too." she lastly said.
Chief Johnes stuttered a little before replying. "Thank you, Miss Kappa, for your concern. We will be careful. Have a good night.""Mm-hm. You too." She narrowed her eyes but sighed.
Beth exchanged looks with the chief briefly. Damian noticed them once again. To his mind now, she was someone interesting, which made Beth's place more dangerous. Nobody
knows if she could tame the untamable. She might be a legend in theunderworld, but Damian Yang was out of everybody's league, and he wanted her. He wanted her pain, her screams, and also her heart.

At first, he only wanted to break it into a million pieces, but nobody knows how it would turn out. It had only been a few hours since he met her, and he had already made many plans for
her. Damian might be successful, but is that really what he wanted? He didn't know what the future beheld for him, nor did Beth. Beth was making sure this case wouldn't be around any
news. Then she spoke up, "Shall we escort you back?"

"Thank you very much." Miss Holy answered her, Damian then came up to her, his breath fanning her ear,
"Miss Kappa, huh?" he smirked at her, and she could feel it before witnessing it as his lips and soft breath fanned her sensitive neck. "I could say that it is nice to meet you, but it is not. And who you might be, Mister Damian? It looked like the police didn't dare look at you. Am I right?" she asked as she continued
walking, not bothering to stop, and had a look at him. Oh, this girl is more clever than I thought. Damian thought again before replying to her. He continued walking right behind her, not leaving any space for her to run. It felt like that's what she would do; if threatened by him. He couldn't have that happening.

"You said it yourself, little witch. You better be careful then," he warned playfully, but his jaw ticked as another wave of her smell hit him. Why is she so enchanting? He asked himself as
he shook his head.