Coven | BTS 🔞

6| Captive

White, hot, blazing pain was the first thing Yoongi felt when he arrived at the scene. Pain, and also a blind anger, cutting through him like a blade and washing away all of his other feelings.

However, these emotions weren't his and he looked around, assessing what was going on.

The boy sighed.

Of course, Jungkook had caught up with her. She didn't have a chance. Poor thing. Now, she was squirming and trying to get rid of the boy while he was holding her in a metal grip, one hand around both her wrists and holding her down in the dirt.

Her long brown hair was now black, soaked by the rain, and she was kneeling on the ground, her naked legs bloody and muddy.

Yoongi noticed that she hadn't even taken the time to put on some shoes. As a result, shreds of skin were dangling off of her delicate feet, socks that used to be white now almost completely torned apart. Her black dress was soaked, clinging to her firm body. Her slim arms were restrained in her back by Jungkook, whose other hand was tightly grasping her hair, pulling her head back.

In that position, she was entirely harmless and totally exposed. Her back was arched, heaving chest defenseless under the thin black fabric of her dress. Her skin was ivory white against the dark fabric, her sharp blue eyes fixed to the sky, her expression impossible to decipher. Her features seemed carved in marble because of her stillness; sculpted nose, sharp cheekbones, pink thin lips.

She's pretty, noticed Yoongi.

Like that would change anything.

The boy dived into her soul, his powers leaking through him and reaching her, grasping her vitality and Yoongi suddenly could feel everything she was feeling.

It was almost like he was inside of her mind. He could feel the asphalt under her knees and the blood leaking out of her wounds. He could feel Jungkook's tight grip on her wrists and the way her heart was beating fast in her chest.

He really wanted to figure this girl out, but the travel let him even more confused than before.

Of course, she was suffering. Her feet, her knees and her palms were bleeding, and Jungkook's grasp was way too tight to be comfortable. The shocking part was that she didn't seem to mind that much. It was almost like she was used to this kind of discomfort and the pain felt muffled from her perspective. Somehow, Yoongi recognized his own resilience in hers.

Moreover, she wasn't scared at all; she was assessing her situation, thinking. The anger Yoongi had first felt when he had arrived wasn't coming from her, but from Jungkook.

The white-haired man could feel the powers bubbling inside of her, and he knew that she was strong, and that she was conscious of the extend of her capabilities. She wasn't going to restrain her powers to defend herself, that was for sure.

Jimin was the last one to arrive, and he closed the circle around the girl. Now the whole coven was there, surrounding her. Namjoon stepped forward, looking at her from above with a severe look. He crossed his arms on his chest and Yoongi felt the confidence emanate from his person. It wasn't the first time he was dealing with this kind of situation.

"Trespasser. I want you to tell me what your name is. I want you to tell me who sent you and where is your coven."

She didn't answer and her eyes kept staring at the sky, drops of water rolling down her cheeks and making her look like she was crying. After a while, Jungkook, annoyed by her lack of reaction, violently yanked her hair back.

"Answer!" he ordered, threatening.

But Yoongi could feel how scared he was deep inside, hiding it behind his fiery anger. Suddenly the girl smiled. Not a fake smile; a large, genuine beam, too big for her fine features.

She was feeling relieved, but Yoongi didn't understand why and he furrowed his brows, interrogated and a little curious.

"The name my parents gave me is Alice Gilbert."

Her voice was loud and clear over the rain and the wind.

"But my witch name is Keres, name given to me by my grandmother who has the same gift as me."

Keres, goddess of violent deaths, the sister of Thanatos, death himself. That doesn't sound good at all, thought Yoongi, pursing his lips.

"I was born and raised in a coven directed by my grandmother. We practised blood rituals, sacrifices and hexes and I learned to use black magic," she continued with an amused smile.

The others were rather surprised by her sudden cooperation. None of them thought she would talk, but they all knew she was telling the truth.

And she uses black magic just like you, realized Yoongi.

"One day, I met someone. Another witch, but with white magic. She taught me that there was another kind of magic. The kind that didn't hurt people. The name her parents gave her is Megan Leith, but her real name is Bia."

Bia, goddess of raw energy, force and anger.

"I ran away from my coven with her. I didn't want to continue hurting people, so we moved to a different city. It was fine at first, and we stayed there for a couple of years, but they came back looking for me, so this time we decided to go away where they would never come; South Korea."

She had spoken the last words while directly looking at Namjoon. She somehow knew that he was the leader; she could feel it just in the way the others were looking at him.

"As you understand, I am a passerby and I didn't even mean to find you. Let me go and you will never see me again," she finally conveyed, gaze determined.

"That ain't gonna happen princess," grumbled Jungkook, tugging on her hair further.

"Namjoon, she doesn't have a coven and she uses black magic. If we kill her, nobody will come after us and it will be a good riddance," calmly assessed Jimin.

"I'm with Jimin," added Taehyung, "She ran away from us, this is not the behaviour of a simple passerby."

"She's hiding something," suddenly conveyed Namjoon.

The beam on the girl's face widened and her expression suddenly got creepy. She looked almost crazy, smiling at them like that with her legs all bloody and Yoongi wasn't the only one to feel a shiver down his spine.

"All this power, it's so delicious," she said in a sensual voice and she closed her eyes, lips parting.

Suddenly the rain stopped. One second it was pouring buckets of thick cold water, one second later the air was dry, empty and hot. Six pairs of eyes turned to Jimin, who looked at the girl with an expression of pure shock on his face.

"What are you doing?" asked Jin, looking at Jimin with a puzzled expression.

The boy didn't answer and approached Alice instead, kneeling in front of her.

"You... You said you use black magic, but you have the same powers as me!"