MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Right into his game

Aziza rushed into her house, like the speed of lighting and crashed into her bed too fast, creating a loud noise as she fell on the bed. She groaned and got up on her feet, then she went ahead to lock her door and took off her clothes so she could shower. Taking no keen interest in her environment, she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Cold water sprang out of it and hit her skin, making her shiver and quiver a little, but she allowed it to run down her skin to wash off the weird weakness and exhaustion she had felt that morning. Not being the type to spend a long time in the bathroom, she had too many important things to do to spend too many minutes in the bathroom. She came out soon after with a towel wrapped around her chest. She picked up her dirty cloth that was right on the floor and placed it in her hidden cupboard, then she took a new dress. It was not different from the one she had just tossed in for laundry. Black attires had always been her goal ticket. It was better that way since she was always stained with blood. She had just applied lotion on her skin and was searching for underwear when a familiar scent hit her hard and a loud bang on her door followed.

“Ivy,”

“Ivy, are you in there?”

“Ivy, open the door, this minute. Are you avoiding me?” Sloan yelled as she hit the door hard. She had been there so early in the morning, to check on her friend who was in prison the previous day. She had been bored in the office all through the previous day, right before she was packed with things to do since the CEO was not available and his assistant was nowhere to be found. She had called her when she had the opportunity but the blonde had not taken her calls at all. So, she decided to come see her that morning, only she met Maddie, the baddie house mate of Ivy. She was of a better behaviour though and when she had seen the woman who helped Ivy out of jail, she was happy and more appeasing, that she let her in. Maddie had thanked her for what she did the previous day, showing a side of her no one had ever seen before.

“But I don’t think she is in her room. I haven’t seen her all day, since yesterday,” she added immediately after her gratitude. Sloan of course, being who she was, refused to just believe that and had gone into Ivy’s room herself. she had found it empty and clean and had suddenly felt worried about her. Scared that the cops might have taken her again, or that Damon might have done something to put her out of sight, she called her cell, yet she still was not picking her call.

“I’m making breakfast, you can have something while you wait for her,” Maddie suggested. She was never the type to be so nice to people, but seeing how someone had stood up for her housemate when she couldn’t, she was just being very appreciative. Sloan had stared at her strangely, she never had a good impression of the baddie and didn’t know why she was being nice, but for the sake of seeing Ivy, she had agreed and they had both gone to the kitchen. Maddie did little talking, while Sloan watched her warily. Having a bad ordeal with friends, she was always wary when she was close to new people.

They had been in the kitchen when a wave had rushed past them so quickly, it felt like a ting and it had washed away so quickly that no one thought anything about it. Breakfast was ready and they were about to dig in when they suddenly heard noises coming from Ivy’s room. Shocked, they had run to it to find out that truly, there was someone in there.

Ivy froze in place, shocked that someone was in there with her. she had not detected them before and had wondered how she didn’t see them or feel them. But recognizing Sloan’s voice, she quickly rushed for her wig and blue lenses, then she went ahead to keep everything concerning Aziza in place and turned to the mirror. Nervously, she looked at herself one more time and groaned irritably at the sudden intrusion and the visible purple scars on her body. She turned to the wardrobe and picked a robe that was better than a towel. Then she walked over to the door and opened it. Behold, Sloan and Maddie stood side by side. Maddie had the original look of a baddie. A shadowy look on her eyes, dark hair, nose rings and a very bored expression while Sloan was flaring in anger, dressed in a beautiful corporate attire and the very face of a model or more.

“You b***h,” she screeched and stormed into the room like she owned the place.

“Are you really avoiding me? If you don’t want to be friends, you can just say so, rather than hide in your room and hope I will go away. You even stopped picking your cell,” she yelled angrily. Aziza turned around and stared at her lazily. She wondered how she had to spell it to her that she did not need friends, she had acted it out in ways that a lame man would know and see. She needed no friends, yet Sloan was refusing to take the hint, now she was placing the entire blame on her.

“I don’t have friends, Sloan,” she replied dryly and started towards the mirror. Maddie’s heart dropped as she stared at her always bright and charming roommate. Why was she acting like a baddie so suddenly? Or was it because of what she had done the previous day.

“Ivy, you don’t have to take your anger out on her,” she stepped in and tried to save the situation.

“I should never have called the police out on you. I was just so scared of my safety and I didn’t think before I called them. I’m truly sorry,” Ivy turned to her and she lowered her gaze. Just as Sloan had been shocked at her behaviour, she felt the same way. she had never expected an apology and had never cared for one. And knowing her roommate, she was sure that she would never apologise. Not to add to the belief she had of humans. They were naïve, ignorant, foolish but could be very wicked and unremorseful when they had to. To think she had not thought about killing Maddie herself. Not knowing what to say, she just nodded her head at Maddie and turned to the mirror. She walked past Sloan who seemed to have suddenly run out of things to say. she just stood there, perplexed, shocked and terribly hurt. She had really liked Ivy, and that was why she had done so much to be close to that woman. Who knew that she was only forcing herself on her and making herself look stupid?

Refusing to say anything else, she turned to the door. It was high time she stopped being foolish anyway. Ivy saw her move away and turned to the door without saying anything else. She had sensed the hurt that the woman felt, she had seen it in her expression as well and had felt a sting at her heart. But she brushed it off like it was nothing and watched her walk towards the door. Her reflection was different from the Sloan she knew. Her back was slumped slightly and her movements were no longer so confident. Had she really hurt her?

“Wait,” the words came out of her so quickly, she didn’t realise. Then she groaned inwardly at her own foolishness. Sloan stopped at the door like something had hit her and her heart had lightened up a bit. Even Maddie who was still by the door had flashed her a smile as well. But now that she had succeeded in stopping her on her tracks, what was she supposed to say? she was not sorry for what she said, Sloan was not a friend, but the woman had helped her a lot. In standing up in the office and even when she had been arrested by the cops. She just had to repay the favour and make her feel better rather than the ungrateful b***h she was.

“I was in the bathroom when you arrived. I honestly didn’t want to speak to anybody or see anyone. That’s why I ignored you and your calls,” she lied smoothly, seeing that as a better option than apologising.

“Okay,” Sloan replied dryly, wishing that she would take back what she said instead. But since she didn’t, she just decided to leave.

“Are you really going to take what I said to heart?” Ivy entered again, and closed her hand into a fist. The energy she was using to speak to her was really a lot and she simply wished that she would leave or just go back to being Sloan so she wouldn’t have to speak so much.

“What am I supposed to do about that?” Sloan replied dryly and turned around to face her with her hands crossed over her chest.

“I have come here to check on you because I was worried that you might be in trauma over going to jail yesterday. I was worried that you might even be thinking of leaving the city since you were in danger because of the red hair. I had left my work and had come here to see you first and instead, I passed out to you as a desperate woman who you could not be friends with,”

“I would just leave and let you have your peace, okay?” she said and turned around. Aziza gritted her teeth, hating the drama she had to face that morning. First it was Damon and his questions, now it was Sloan, who was next, Russel?

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she forced out of her mouth, while the sting in her heart returned. She was angry she was wasting so much time with her, but she had felt the pain her words had brought.

“Don’t be like that,” she started towards her when it felt like Sloan was not listening. Why was she feeling such sting? She could not be feeling guilty, it would only mean that she cared for that woman. She had two people in her life who she cared for too deeply and she would prefer to not have another to top it up. or it was simply because she had helped a lot and felt like returning the favour. She took the latter and decided that she was only repaying a favour.

“Sloan,” she held her hand and made her turn around so she could look at her face. she had not been wrong when she said that she was desperate and lonely, so she knew what to do to cheer her up. It just felt so heavy and huge. She would rather kill for her than say the words she badly wanted to hear. Sloan turned to her, but her beautiful upturned eyes had displayed sadness and Ivy was left with no option.

“We are friends, Sloan. I just vented on you,” she forced out and felt like throwing up immediately after. Just as expected, Sloan’s eyes lit up and a smile spread to her lips. The smile had strangely warmed Aziza’s heart, right after she pulled her into a tight hug.

“You b***h,” Sloan cursed in excitement and happiness that Aziza could not help but smile as well.

“Okay, okay. Don’t be too clingy now,” she retorted and the other rolled her eyes.

“You should be lucky I cling to you always.” Just then her phone rang and she searched her bag for it. She frowned and gave Ivy a sad smile, seeing that it was work.

“I should be leaving now, Mr. Roxwell would be occupied with site duties today and I’m guessing you would be with him all day. I will see you after working hours,” she pulled Ivy into another hug and rushed off the room immediately after. Leaving her to think of what she had gotten herself into.

“Do you want breakfast, I made one,” Maddie entered. Ivy flashed her a glare, not even meaning to but remembering her betrayal and the fact that she never got punished for it made her feel agitated.

“Not you too,” her thoughts whispered and she looked away from her.

“Don’t bother.”

“I will be leaving soon,” she added. Maddie saw that look and understood that Ivy was still angry at her. So, she didn’t push it and allowed her to be.

Aziza dressed up completely as Aziza and just as she had come into the house, she had left and went for her uncles instead. But a certain wolfish scent hit her nostrils and her senses came on alert. It was the same scent as the wolf who had been watching her and she had wondered why or who it was? But she could not stop, not with the cops after her and with the fear people had of her. No one should see her for a while, to help die things down or she might end up killing people again. So, she kept running and only stopped when she was inside the familiar house she grew up in. Hot chocolate hit her nostrils firstly and the warmth of the familiar house grazed over her skin. But she turned to the window instead and looked through it. Her eyes searched widely for the wolf and her nostrils tried to pick up his scent again, but when she found nothing, she believed she lost him. she sighed, knowing that she would have to take care of him soon before he turns to the supes.

“You should at least say good morning,” Russel came out of the kitchen with some slices of pizza on a plate and a cup of hot chocolate. He found Aziza with her back to him and smiled, happy that she was fine and better.

“You should have at least stayed behind to watch Damon when I was bed ridden,” she retorted with her eyes still on the streets.

“He can take care of himself, moreover there was nothing after him.,” he dropped his cup of chocolate on the table.

“You don’t know that,” she said, angered by his statement.

“He is a grown-up man, Aziza. I think it’s high time you stop treating him like an overprotective mother hen would treat her chicks.”

“He is faced with foes and predators, out there to kill him,” she snapped and finally turned her gaze to him.

“He has guards to protect him.”

“They can’t do a good job compared to what I can….”

“Then maybe it’s in his faith to die,” he interrupted and her eyes went wide in an instant. What was he saying? Why was he saying that? When did he start thinking that way?

“But I’m sure you don’t want to hear all this,” he quickly changed the topic, knowing that at that moment, he had something more important to do. Aziza would never give up, he had only just wasted his breath and should rather focus on rendering her powerless. Without powers, no revenge would happen, without revenge, she would be safer, happier and would remain with humans where she could find happiness.

“No,” she snapped.

“I’m not here for such rubbish. Damon is my responsibility and he would remain that way. I would not stop, till he remembers, till he recovers and we would return to the supes to…”

“To have your revenge,” he completed. Aziza glared at him, she could feel how different things were, it was in the air, in the way he spoke, the way he stared at her. He had always been of the opinion that she had a life with the humans, but to what extent was he going? Suddenly, she remembered Damon’s strange question and behaviour earlier and sensed how deep it was.

“Did you tell him I was going to use him?” she suddenly asked, remembering Damon’s mood that morning and seeing Russel was making her suspicious.

“He had to….” His body was slammed hard against a wall in an instant and the cup of hot chocolate fell and shattered instantly. Her eyes were red and black now and her powers were oozing out of her as her demons pushed her with the anger she suddenly felt. But she knew that man, knew him too well and would not want to hurt him. Reluctantly, she pulled away and moved further away from him.

“I don’t want to ever see you close to Damon.” She ordered within gritted teeth and turned to the door.

“You would grow weak again and soon.” Russel decided to play his card quickly.

“I made a stronger potion and haven’t slept all night because of this. I think you should have it, it would help you accomplish….”

“This mission of yours,” he lied. She stopped in her tracks and turned to him. That was what she was there for anyway. And knowing that Russel would no longer be of help to her, she knew she needed all of her strength and powers.

“You can make more of that,” she walked over to a couch.

“I don’t want to feel so weak or tormented anymore.” She replied and played right into his game. He smiled and walked away into one of the rooms, when he returned, he had a cup in his hand and was uttering incoherent words. He walked over to Aziza and finished muttering those words, then he handed it to Aziza. She flashed him a glare but took it anyway.