Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Chris was the first to notice as he looked down at Isabelle who was biting her own lips enough for it to pain her and she would bleed and then cry at the pain.

He let go of the man and crouched down by Isabelle gathering her shoulder as she sobbed with her shoulder shaking.

"Are you okay? Did he...?" He paused when he realized she was moving her mouth.

"Help... He's... harassing..." She sobbed as she looked around at the small crowd looking down at them.

"What's going on, dear?" She heard a elderly woman question.

Exactly what she needed.

She sobbed uncontrollably that the people felt pity for her. She seemed traumatized to them.

"Calm down dear. Tell us what he did slowly." The elderly woman repeated touching her shoulder replacing Chris hand.

"Help me... That man is... He's harassing me... I told him to stop but he won't... Please help." She sobbed as she dipped her head looking at her knees.

"Bastard! How could you do that?!" The crowd asked raising their voice at the man who was staring dumbfounded at Isabelle who was sobbing on the floor.

He didn't even touch her yet she was doing like he did. He got angry and moved towards only to be stopped by Chris's face in his.

"What do you want to do?!" A man asked angrily.

"Yes, we're all here. You still want to make a move on the poor girl?"

"He even touched me. He beat my lips... look at it... its probably bleeding. I'm so helpless all because I'm a lady. He wants to take advantage of me. Please help me take justice." She said raising her head up as she pointed at her lips and then the man.

Chris watched from the side at the woman in his arms as she acted. He himself was surprised. Where was Isabelle?

"This man is really a bastard."

"I can't believe this kind of people are still in the society."

"This kind of people are you be eradicated."

"Look at his eyes."

"Looks like a maniac's eyes."

"I agree."

"What kind of person buys that much Nutella?"

"I'd say it's an obsession."

"He seems obsessed."

"Yeah, if not who would buy that much? He's obviously obsessed."

"You know my sister studied psychology. He definitely looks like a psycho."

"I agree with you. I agree."

People discussed amongst themselves while pointing at the man standing weirdly with a white plastic bag full of Nutella.

Another wave of anger flashed through his eyes as he glared at Isabelle that was on the floor still sobbing. She knew how to act right?

"Hold on... Who's this man?" A man asked pointing at Chris.

"Yeah.. Who is he?"

"Is he an accomplice?"

"We after all met him here."

"Young lady... Is he an accomplice?" A man asked Isabelle who looked up at who the man was pointing at.

Once she saw it was Chris, her eyes widened as he looked down at her.

"Oh no no." She waved at the man and the crowd.

"Don't get it wrong... He's my boyfriend. We're getting married soon." She explained looking back at Chris.

He had a amused expression even though it was a small smile, Isabelle noticed it.

"So where was he when this man was harassing you?" A woman in the crowd asked.

"Oh... He went to get me Ice cream. I had a craving when we got outside. I was waiting out here for him when this man came and started touching me inappropriately." She explained with her doe eyes staring back at the woman.

"Oh... poor man."

"When he came back, he defended me but this man was somehow stronger than him." She paused and looked at Chris whose smile was now gone.

He could have beaten this man... What? He's stronger than him?! What kind of absurd sentence was that?

He was the Alpha of Red Flower Pack!

"As a man, could you have possibly watched your woman being harassed right in front of you and you'd do nothing to it?" She asked a man in the front.

"Of course not! I'll beat him to a pulp." The man exclaimed.

"I really feel like beating this man!" Someone in the crowd yelled.

"Get out of here! You bastard!"

"Sexual Harasser! Go away!"

"You should be ashamed of yourself."

"You should be embarrassed."

"Cover your face you fool!"

"Hey take pictures... We should give it to the news station."

"I've been taking a video since we started." A high school student in ponytail said holding her pink phone up.

"Good Job."

"There's no escaping you bastard."

The man glanced at the angry mob and then to Chris and Isabelle before he turned around and ran.

"You should run. Coward."

"Are you okay?" Chris asked looking at Isabelle again. He brought his hand up and cleaned the tears streaked on her face.

"I'll be fine. I just want to go home." She replied resting her head in his chest.

"Sorry my love." He said patting down her hair.

"Hmm." She replied.

"You guys should head home."

"Ready?" He asked looking down at Isabelle.

"Yeah... Help me up."

"Come on then." He replied carrying her up. When she was safely on her feet, he carried the two bags of stuffs that they bought.

"Thank you very much." Isabelle said and bowed her head at the crowd.

"Hey we should help each other. Hope you have a safe night." The elderly woman replied in the stead of the crowd.

Chris bowed his head a little bit and took Isabelle away.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and the two bags in his other arm. They walked gently like the victims under the moonlight until they were out of sight.

"What do you think?!" Isabelle asked once they were out for earshot.

"About?" Chris asked looking down at the girl in his arm.

"My acting!" She said and pouted.

"Oh... Yeah that was top notch. How did you know it would work?" Chris said giving her a thumbs up.

"It works every time according to the movies I've watched and I've always wanted to act." She said and stared into the distance.

"So why didn't you go into acting? You'd have been a popular actress."

"My parents happened. That dream was crushed... I wanted to find their killer but they said she was dead. They found her dead body... She turned herself in and then when she was in prison... She... committed suicide. Cut her own wrist." Isabelle replied absentmindedly.

"I'm sorry." Chris replied.

"Nah it was nothing. I just wanted to know something that I regret not asking her before she died." Isabelle replied shrugging.

"What did you want to ask her?"

"Why? I wanted to ask her why she killed my parents so brutally. What did they do wrong? Who did they offend? Who hired her? Who told her to kill them?" Isabelle replied and pursed her lips.

"Do you really want to find out?" Chris asked.

"Duh... Of course. But she's dead. I can't talk to a dead person not to talk of asking her why."

"What if you can? What if I help you?" Chris asked.

"Why? Do you know a witch that can talk to dead people?" Isabelle asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.

"How did you know?" Chris asked.

"That you're getting a witch?" Isabelle asked and looked at Chris's straight face.

He was obviously trying so hard not to laugh. She burst into laughter throwing her head back as she laughed her head off.

"You're... not laughing." She paused and looked at Chris's now confused face.

"I didn't get the joke." He replied shrugging.

"The witch... It's a joke, isn't it?"

"Oh Roxy would kill you if she heard you call her a joke." Chris replied chuckling.

"Roxy?" Isabelle asked confused.

"Hm. The witch I'm talking about." Chris replied.

"Witches are real?' Isabelle asked mouth agape.

"Yeah. So you thought I was joking?"

"Woah! I've never met a witch." She said.

"You do know it doesn't show on their forehead? I mean... you didn't know I was a werewolf." Chris replied.

"You guys covered it up reals well. I didn't even suspect Antonio and Dolores... Practically everyone I met in my first month." Isabelle replied.

"I'd call Antonio tonight to inquire about the witch."

"Oh okay."

"Roxy is just... She only appears when you need her. After that, that's all... You don't see her again."

"She's that mysterious?"

"Hn. I don't like her that much though. Neither does she like me... The feeling is mutual." Chris recounted.

"Oh... About how old is she?"

"She's... Ask her when you see her."

"Hmph!"

Chris smiled at her and patted her hair.

Witches as well we're immortal just like werewolves. They lived forever. But there were certain things that could kill them just like Werewolves.

Chris turned his head instinctively to the back when he felt a presence behind them.

Standing under the two post lamp away from them was a hooded figure whose hands was inside his pocket and the hood of the Cardigan over his head.

Chris scrunched up his eyebrows as he stared at the hooded figure.

"What's wrong? Is there anything at the back?" Isabelle asked letting Chris break his gaze away.

"Huh?"

"I said is there something at the back?"

"What? No... I thought I saw something." Chris replied turning his head again only to find the place empty.

That figure was obviously watching him and Isabelle.

"Chris?"

"What? Sorry. Let's go."

"You're really awkward at times." She said shaking her head.

Chris pursed his lips on hearing footsteps behind them. He turned his head again but there was no one on the street.

That confirmed his thought. Someone was indeed watching and following them.

This happened a few more times and he was starting to have ominous feelings.

Once they reached a place that had a chair, Chris paused. He eyed the chair and then Isabelle. Isabelle blinked at him confusedly.

"Can you wait for here a second? I think someone is following us."

"What? I didn't hear nothing." Isabelle replied looking around.

"Your human ears couldn't have picked it up." Chris sighed.

"Well shit. Can't I come with?" She asked.

"No... It's too dangerous. You don't know who's following us." Chris replied and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

"I'll be right back."

"But I... I have the talent of seeing things in the dark!" She said but he was gone.

She humphed and sat down beside the plastic bags.She looked at the one that had ice cream in it.

The ice cream would have melted. She sighed and looked ahead.

Chris turned around the corner into a dark alleyway. He asked for Xerxes help you see in the dark but he finally didn't find anything or anyone suspicious there.

He walked away and saw a bridge with water running below it. The full moon had brightened up the whole area so he could easily see the road.

His eyes picked up a white nylon in front as he approached it gently.

"Global Foodies." was printed in red in the white nylon. He frowned at the familiarity.

He knew this place. This was where he and Isabelle was coming from. Where they encountered that man...

The man! He immediately bent down and saw that the bag was full of jars of Nutella. If he could remember clearly, the man looked at him and Isabelle before he ran off.

He stood up realization dawning on him. He turned his head to the direction where he was just coming from.

"Shit!" He cussed running back through the dark alleyway and finally he could see Isabelle.

He was panting hard and a smile appeared on his face when he saw she was still sitting there obediently.

Isabelle raised her head up and saw Chris at a distance. She jumped up and waved at him with a smile on her face.

Suddenly she noticed the smile was off his face. Her smile fell as she wondered why he was not smiling anymore.

Chris eyes widened on the sight of the hooded figure behind Isabelle and then he fished out something from his hoodie.

His eyes caught something silver as it shined under the moon light. His eyes widened more if that was possible as he realized what the hooded figure was holding, a knife and he was aiming at an ignorant and frowning Isabelle.

Adrenaline shot in as he raced towards her while the hooded figure raced towards Isabelle from behind.