MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Keeping Aziza safe

BACK AT A BUILDING

Aziza’s fangs protruded out of her teeth and her claws sliced out of her skin. Her pupils contracted and darkened and a red circle just like a ring encircled her pupils. Daciana’s skin crawled with the familiar feeling of death she had felt from this woman days ago when she was slaughtering all those wolves back then. It was frightening.

She knew that she was something else, something more but she had not expected that it would still be so scary. She had seen her run like the speed of light, seen her act like a normal girl and always hung around that woman unable to come face to face with her because she was still very scared of her. The only reason why she showed herself was simply because she thought that she was no longer scared of her. And honestly, she was not, not until she felt her powers and perceived the familiar scent of magic, and abilities beyond this world combined.

Aziza saw nothing anymore. Not the woman who she had spared before, not the one who lost her mate and definitely not a helpless naked woman before her. All she saw was an enemy to her cause, an obstacle that must be removed, a danger to Damon and she was ready to end it without a second thought.

“But before you kill me,” Daciana raised her hand in the air and took a step backward.

“Know that they are coming and will come for him soon,” she rushed as her throat went dry and her skin turned pale. Aziza only glared at her, regretting why she had kept her alive in the first place. She took a step towards her, ignoring her words without a second thought. She was a danger to Damon, and the will to protect him and do nothing else overwhelmed her more than it should. Her demons roared inside of her, pushing her to end her so quickly. Not a hair must touch his skin, not a finger must be laid on him, not on their mate.

“Are you listening to me?” Daciana attempted to try again, seeing as Aziza was not listening to what she was saying.

“They would continue coming, even if you kill me,” she yelled, taking slow steps back from the woman. Fear made her voice sound so croaked, it sounded like she was already out of life. At her desperate screaming, Aziza came to a halt and looked at the petite woman before her. Then she recalled her sentence and pushed away her magic in an instance.

“Wait,” she stared at Daciana intently.

“Who is coming for him?”

“No one,” she breathed out in relief.

“For now.”

“I’m the only one who knows that he exists, aside from you and that old man. But they would come and feel his powers soon, it’s too powerful” she added.

“For the very moment, they are coming for you instead.”

“How do you know that? I can tell that you have not returned to the supes since then.”

“Yes, I haven’t. I can’t return to them just yet.” She responded and bowed her head lowly. Aziza stared at her and resisted the urge to scoff. She could read her so well to know that she did not want to return because she had lost her mate. Here in the human world, you feel less of everything as a supe, but back at home, every connection, every magic, every ability, every family, every mate could be felt in the air and she was scared of going back to feel that connection she had to that scumbag of a mate.

“Are you seriously thinking about him right now?” she growled annoyingly at her and withdrew from attacking her in an instance. Daciana stared at her with wide eyes, wondering how she had known what she was thinking but she did not need to ask that question when she was the stranger who had seen through her pain and freed her from it in the most gruesome way.

“He isn’t the only reason,” she protested and suddenly felt very foolish to have thought about him. Truly, Aziza’s plans had worked and she no longer felt the bond with Kane but she could not help but wonder what it would be like when she returned. The world was different in her world, and everyone knew everyone, a little. She knew all his sluts, all his fancies, all his joints and had always died over and over again when she heard his pleasurable groans when he was having s*x or when he would simply passed by. She was only scared that the feeling would return and that was the last thing she wanted to feel in the entire world. Her life had suddenly changed within a few days and she had felt free and stronger, more than she had ever felt in her life because of the red hair. Daciana lifted her eyes and stared at Aziza who seemed to be frowning at her. Her admiration for her grew bigger and deeper just as the feeling of gratitude wanted to bust out of her. But knowing her, she knew that she would simply get irritated if she did something like thanking her or swearing her life to her, so she just stood there and watched her. When Aziza saw that she was not speaking, she fisted her hand into a fist but suddenly heard Damon’s question.

“Who are my parents?” her heart ached as she whipped her head back to the direction of his parents’ house. She had not expected him to be so quick witted and smart to have thought about it in that aspect. But what was she expecting, when she had given him all the hints that would probably leave question marks in his mind? Guilt suddenly overwhelmed her when she thought of Flossie and the relationship she had with her son. She even felt sorry for Ethan, who was about to lose a son. Their relationship was the definition of an imperfect perfect family. Though he fought with his father and treated him coldly, he loved him so much and he loved back as well. Not to speak to the very powerful, and strong Flossie who knew how to hold three men down without doing so much as to raise a finger. She had watched this family to know that she might have destroyed something beautiful and rare for being too impatient.

“Why is your mate bond so strange?” Daciana suddenly asked. Aziza froze in an instance, knowing that no one was supposed to know that they were mates. She turned back to Daciana who had suddenly come close to her with a shawl wrapped around her body.

“Don’t look so surprised. I had lost a mate. I know that look of longing, confusion and pain when I see one. You feel it all the time you stare at him, something urges you to go close and you always do when ever he comes calling. And he…he is so confused and can’t even decipher his feelings.” She said and found somewhere to sit down while Aziza only stared at her.

“It’s only so confusing that it looked like your mate bond had only just been activated, yet you can actually restrain yourselves like this.”

“Maybe werewolves and vampires mate differently,” she thought to herself with her hand on her chin.

“By the way, what are you?” she turned to her. Aziza growled, feeling like she had just been read like an open book for the first time, yet not even angry about it.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have….” Daciana lowered her gaze, seeing that she had gone too far.

“Yes, you shouldn’t,” she responded coldly.

“Now, stop spitting so much rubbish and tell me about who is coming” she turned her back to Daciana and found Damon sitting aggrieved in the sitting room as he waited for some kind of an explanation. Guilt washed all over her again and she quickly turned away. But in her defence, she had asked them to tell him the truth days ago. Daciana saw her and that awful look in her eyes, but she only smiled and looked away.

“We were sent here to find the source of the chaos that had been going on in the human world,” she began.

“We never thought it as anything and even thought it stupid that they had sent a lot of us to come because of a single threat, not till we…” she paused, recalling that deadly encounter with the red hair and shivered. Aziza smiled, liking the dark and silent compliment she only just received.

“Well, we found out that you were not just a threat, and realised why a lot of us had been sent to get you back home,”

“But that’s not the only reason. There were rumours that the oracle had been in shatters years ago when a particular child was killed. She had caused the land years ago and the supes had never remained the same till they offered peace to her by always bringing an infant to her once born. Most of them, she gave back but others never got their infants back. No one knew what she did with them and though things had seemed better, people say they hear the hollow cry of a woman every year that same day the child died. But when an uproar from the human world had met the oracle’s ears, things had changed and she had sent the very best to fetch you. The cries stopped, almost like she found something to be joyful about.” She turned back to Aziza and stared at her.

The woman’s face remained unreadable and only listened as she said that story. The world of the supes was not her business for the meantime but seeing how Daciana was risking her safety to talk to her, she had to listen.

“I don’t get how this has to do with me.” She replied.

“The oracle wants you home, not dead. That must mean she wants something with you and she would not stop sending people down here till you are found,” she added. Aziza scoffed and turned around to take one look at her environment before she turned to Daciana.

“I was in your world years ago,” she began.

“An oracle never existed. It was a myth, a medium created by people in power to make bad people do more bad things,” she spat and recalled all the injustice she faced. Yet even the oracle had turned a blind eye to her.

“All the things you heard were myths, stop listening to them and focus on getting strong,” she said. Daciana shook her head, refusing to take what she had said. It could not be a myth because she had felt it and seen the destruction the oracle brought upon them all when she was angry.

“Don’t be so stubborn,” she got up from where she sat. Aziza flashed her a glare, reminding her of who she was and who she was speaking to. She got the hint and raised her hand in the air in surrender.

“Okay. You don’t have to believe but she wants you and knowing how twisted our world is, it's not for something good. You are powerful, more powerful than anything I have ever seen and I can feel that heart of yours, combined with that hot silver hair guy of yours. Just be careful,” she said. Aziza softened her gaze on her, finally seeing that Daciana was only there to warn her.

“Why are you telling me all this? Why didn’t you just return home?”

“Well,” she sighed.

“She had sent us to get you. Everyone died, and I didn’t. Isn’t that a little suspicious and even if it isn’t, they expect me to fight till the death or they would suck me dry of life and give me a punishment way better than death itself.” She went back to where she was sitting and sat down.

“So, you are scared of death?” Aziza scoffed.

“No,” she snapped. Ever since she was given another chance, she had felt different. Stronger, better, and wanted to do better with her life, she did not want to die but she had also gotten braver, so brave, she had simply wanted to be like the red hair and had felt like she owed her something.

“I’m scared of what they would do to me. What would they do to get to you?” she responded with a heavy sigh. The red hair knitted her brows together and frowned, confused at what she was saying.

“Don’t you get it? They would get into my mind, they would torment me till they see everything I know of you. Everything including the precious demon of yours. Then they would come.”