MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Demon's in control

Aziza’s eyes darkened and something hostile, wicked and deadly roared within her. It was the first time she had heard such a roar. It was monstrous, beastly and it took her senses. Her demons went crazy and pushed her beyond control. She half shifted and her claws sprang alive, her canines elongated and the red circle around her eyes brightened like the fiery furnace of fire willing to burn everything within her path. She glared at the very person who had only just awoken the sleeping demons within and all she could see was blood. Her demons roared within her, pushed her, kicked at her to kill, to spill the blood that they could hear pumping through Daciana’s veins. They were raging with fury, an unbearable one that looked like it would tear her apart if she didn’t take hold and control. Strangely, she looked powerless before her demons, they drove her, they pushed her and her will was slowly disappearing with the rage of the demons. They were angrier than she had ever seen or felt. It was the first time her beasts raged inside of her the way they were, it was the first time it took charge and control of her being. Their anger could bring down the house to its very foundation. Rage pulsated through her veins like hot lava and her eyes turned red. She zoomed in on Daciana like the speed of light and took hold of her neck, then she lifted her from the ground and flung her to the wall. A dent was left at the impact and pictures fell and shattered. Cupboards racked, doors flung open with the vibration and it strangely became windy inside the room.

Daciana cried out in pain when her bones cracked at the impact. She fell face flat on the floor and her wolf could only whimper. She wanted to fight, to hold her ground like a warrior she was, a warrior she wanted to be. But Aziza stood in front of her, hovering above her like the cloud of death. She rolled over and tried to push herself up. Aziza raised her leg into the air and smashed it against her chest. She groaned and whimpered at the impact again. Her heart slowed and ached, making it hard to breath. Aziza’s strength was simply too much, her breath slowly became shallow. She could feel the claws of death all around her, sucking the breath she had, sucking the blood within her veins and threatening to snatch the life she had within her. She knew what she was, a wolf but her opponent was different. Far different than anything the supernatural realm had ever seen and she was going to die no matter how much she fought. There was no need for her to fight when she would die at the end. She would only annoy the already pissed off woman and she would rather die a painless death than to get tortured by her. Her pride as a wolf could not get in the way. No one would want to go down without a fight, a prideful werewolf would never go down without a fight. However, her pride could not get in the way, not now. She lifted her gaze that had turned blurry and she found Aziza squatting down beside her. Her wolf growled within just to keep the fight within but when Aziza came closer, and looked down at her, it whimpered within and cowered to the deepest part of her to save itself. Her fury was beyond this world and they were sure going to die. With a sharp move, Aziza dug her hand into the side of her stomach and snapped her ribs. She screamed and yelled in agony.

Daciana saw the red in her eyes glow, then black dots that forced her to slip to unconsciousness. Even when she met her for the first time, she had not seen such monstrosity, yet she was so powerful then. Was Russel, right? Maybe she needed the portion, her powers were simply too much and it needed to be tamed. Maybe she was wrong to have judged Russel, maybe he was trying to help her truly. She just never knew that the storm he was talking about was so mighty, it threatened to breeze her to the abyss of death and bones. Regret washed all over Daciana and darkness threatened to take her, but the face of that lovely girl with red hair came to her memories. She had the most beautiful face and a charming personality. She remembered the way the child hummed, the song of peace and love, it could easily charm anyone and everyone. They never talked as much, but that child was no darkness, she was in fact the light in such a dark world. How could she think that it was right to have her abilities sapped away from her? No. she pushed away the thought, regret was never the answer, she did the right thing. It would surely cause her life, but she did the right thing.

The crazed wind became higher and crazier as Aziza stopped in front of Daciana. She already looked like she was dying. Her bones had been broken and the pain of it was killing her wolf. But she could care less. Picking her up by her hair, Daciana cried in pain and tried to fight but she could not. Her bones, her body fought against her but her heart was too weak. With her other hand, Aziza grabbed her neck and circled her hand tightly around it.

Her strength was like that of a thousand men and she did not need to wait for Daciana to stop breathing, she could easily snap the bone in her neck till her head roll off her body. But the sight of the wolf plagued the tiniest part of her heart that still remained sane. She had been nothing but a friend to a stranger like her. It had even been confirmed that she was no threat. She remembered how the wolf had come to her rescue when she was powerless even when she could be at risk. She didn’t want to kill her, she really did not. But her demons had already taken hold of her and they were ready to finish the job if they could.

Daciana’s dark hair fell all over her face, tears streaked down her cheek and her eyes rolled inside her socket. Her fair skin had gone pale and her brown eyes had lost all the life within it. Aziza groaned as she fought to take back control. This had never happened to her, she had never lost control of herself. Something other than her was moving, it was deafening and it was more powerful than she could ever be. Aziza panicked, she knew what it was and never thought it would eve happen to her. The beast within had truly taken control, just like when a werewolf transformed. They could go mad when their beast was in control. It was always like two souls in one and hers had only just resurrected to take charge.

They had been in so much torment after what happened and all they wanted was ease. Yet she had taken away the only thing that could take the pain away. How could they forgive her?

Aziza didn’t want Daciana dead, not Daciana and she knew that she had to stop herself. With a lot of strength, she pried her hands away from Daciana’s throat before she could cut it off. Her beasts hated her action and a loud growl escaped her mouth to show their dissatisfaction.

“Stop it…” she growled back through her thoughts just like when she was speaking to a stubborn child. But they didn’t listen, they made to charge at Daciana who looked dead already. She wouldn’t die though, since she was a werewolf.

“I said stop,” she growled back. It was a fight for the strongest, the one to take control and she knew she had to or else Daciana’s body would be the only thing to calm her beasts down. They growled back at her and made to take the rest of the sanity she still had.

“Damon wouldn’t want this…” she whispered almost to herself.

Like they heard, her demons froze and quieted down within her. Their anger and annoyance dissipated into hurt and they whimpered and gave up. Damon was their mate after all, what would hurt their mate would hurt them and of course, they would not want that. They had already done that to him, they had hurt him and they wouldn’t want to do more. The whimpering was almost like that of a lot of children echoing in her head till it disappeared and they ran back to the far back of her soul.

Aziza’s knees grew weak and she fell to the floor, almost losing herself in confusion and weakness.

She was powerful, she just didn’t know she was so powerful. She could swear she held more than one growl within her. She was sure that she had more than one demon. She held their whispering, their whimpers, their growls and they were ruthless. The thoughts she had for Daciana, the wicked things they wanted simply to vent out their rage shook her to the bone.

When vampires had nothing but their blood lust and rage that controlled them, werewolves had their beast. They could lose to them in a bit of rage and anger. It was still like two souls in one. The human part always took charge except when something extra ordinary happens. In such cases, their weaker side gets pushed to the deepest part of them. They are still there in their body, conscious but something else had taken over, almost like they are being possessed by an extra ordinary being. Their other self, their other souls, their beasts. Everyone had one, even the demons had their other halves and always had their demons. This was part of the reasons why the gods and goddesses decided to give them all a mate to help balance the devil within. With a mate, their abilities and beast could be pacified and subdued with love.

Aziza had roamed the human world and had lived the way she lived always being in control. So much control, nothing could faze her. She had felt her beast, like any other supernatural but not once did it ever come to her like this. Now, she had simply just realized that they could really make her go mad, and what she thought was her demon were demons.

Daciana whimpered in pain to get Aziza’s attention. She might have been weak but she knew she was not dead yet. She only opened her eyes to find the red hair on the floor. Her eyes had lost its blood thirst and her claws had retracted. She was not sure, but she thought she was safer and decided to get her attention. Successfully, Aziza heard the other woman and snapped her gaze to her. She sighed at the damage she had done and stood up. She walked over to her and lifted her into her arm with her supernatural strength. Daciana cried at the pain of being moved, even the act of crying only caused her pain. Her throat burned and ached, it might as well split into two. Guilt washed over Aziza at the sight of Daciana. But she shook it off, hating all the feelings she was having. All these emotions within her were feelings she had never felt when she carried out her assignment by Damon’s side. Yet, she had them now and it was not good. It could only be a weakness, not to add that Daciana deserved whatever she got for all the damages she had done within a day.

Then she gently placed her on the bed. She was in so much pain, she could see it, she could feel it. Angry at herself, her demons and Daciana as well, she decided to be more human. She walked to the kitchen and got a glass, filled it with water and returned to the werewolf. While placing her hand gently behind Daciana’s head, she placed the cup in her mouth and watched her gulp down everything. Then she let her lay her on the bed again.

Werewolves could heal, but the damages that were done would simply make it harder to heal. Aziza knew this and thought of calling Russel over. He had his ways of doing things and could ease the woman of her pain. Then she could return home. She had spared the woman, truly, but that didn’t stop her from being angry with her. She had to wipe her memories and return home, before they start sending more people out. She quickly picked up her phone and dialed his number.

“Russel…” she entered the moment he picked. He was still grumbling about the cold night.

“What is it now?” he snaped.

“We need to send Daciana back…” she ignored his angry tone.