MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Rekindled

Damon’s eyes opened wide for a moment. Then he slowly turned his gaze back to the doctor who was happy to be at a safe distance from the red hair. He sighed and turned back to Aziza whose eyes were shut now and a pained look on her face. She looked to be suffering, who wouldn’t believe that she was suffering when her skin had gone white and dark lines were all over her body like veins. Her chest kept heaving up and down heavily and her breathing loud and wicked. Once or twice, he heard her grunt of discomfort or maybe it was simply her vampire side coming to view. Finally understanding her reluctance, he sighed again and got up to his full height. Then he turned to the doctor who was only staring at them and then the guards and the nurse who had only stood by the door. She needed help, most of them might only see a virus or a killing machine lying down on the bed, but he saw someone helpless and vulnerable, someone who had become dear to him without him realising it. Someone who needed to remain by his side because he was not ready to part with those gazes yet. He could see an impossible task ahead. She needed help but how could she get it when she was bent on killing anyone who would come close to her, except him?

“I can have you treated.” The idea came quickly to him and he blurted it out. His guards raised a brow at him with different thoughts running through their minds. He was their boss and he had never seemed so different, except he was with the red hair. But it seemed that the longer he remained with her, the more different he became. To stoop so low as to have someone treated. Aziza groaned, pushing hard to resist the urge that ate her up. She gnashed her teeth against each other in warning since he was bent on not listening or thinking at all and her patience was rather running very thin to keep explaining to him. Turning her head to him, she slowly opened her eyes. Her hunger increased rapidly and she shut it back.

“Damon,” she whispered his name carefully and he ran to her once more. The way his name came rolling off her mouth made her helplessness look strangely enticing, appealing and was like a pull to his very heart.

“I’m a hybrid or tribrid of some kind, Damon,” she began just so he could see reasons. But he raised his brows at her instead and showed how confused he was.

“I do not need the hospital or treatment,” she added patiently and turned her head to the opposite direction. Not just because she was very hungry and could only see food and blood in everything she looked at but because he was too close and strangely appealing.

He stared at her, even more confused and frustrated as it seemed like all hope to make her better was going down the drain. He shut his eyes when he could no longer look at her, the sight of her was hurting his heart and the more she looked dead, the more fear descended on him.

“Leave,” he directed at the doctor and nurses that were still watching them quietly and fearfully. Neither one of them had said a thing since they got there for fear of annoying the woman on the bed, or the man who was standing so dedicatedly beside her. Happily, they scurried away from there, not wanting to be her next victim of death or a virus but the guards stood at the door. It became even more quiet when they left and the only sound that was heard was that of Aziza’s grunts and low growl. She was slowly losing it. Damon turned to the still woman on the bed and felt a sting at his heart at the sight of her, then he ran his hand through his hair.

“What do I do now?” he muttered helplessly to himself and tried thinking of a solution to his predicament.

“You can’t go in, sir?” Suddenly, a guard yelled from the door and a loud thud followed.

“I have to, don’t you understand what I am saying, don’t you get what I have been saying?” a strange voice roared at them.

Russel was out of his mind already, he was hot, wet and angry. His heart was beating so loudly, he could hear it in his ears and the guilt within him filled him with resentment for himself and what he had done. He could not simply stand still and watch her die, if she could actually die over something so stupid. Immediately he was done tidying up the mess she had created, he traced her in his bid to help her only to find out that she was at the hospital with her very ignorant and naïve prince.

“Sir, I would have to ask you again to leave,” the guard replied dryly and he glared at him. For the first time in a long time, he had thought of using his magic on someone and in a bad way. Maybe, making him bleed from his ears and mouth and nostrils but he pushed that thought aside and turned to the door instead.

“She needs me. Tell Damon that I’m here, tell Aziza.” Damon groaned loudly in irritation and turned to the door ready to rain hell on the intruder. He pulled it open and his eyes snapped to the stranger who was probably in his forties trying hard to get in while the guards held him.

“She needs blood,” Russel groaned out loud and punched a guard hard on his nose at the sight of Damon. He had a very deadly look in his eyes and his aura was one for the kill at that moment. Anyone would shutter and move away from something like that, but he had been the one to bring up the red hair by himself. That was scary enough. Damon only glared darkly at him, for he and every other person knew that she needed blood. They could see already that she was bleeding out and did not need to be reminded.

“Take him away,” he said coldly and turned back into the hospital room.

“Stupid Velaryon,” he snapped at the very annoying prince and wondered how Aziza had coped with someone so naïve and proud. Damon stopped in his tracks just at the same time, the guards took hold of him. But Russel was not going to let them chase him away, so he summoned his magic, holding it tightly within his grip while he lifted his hand into the air as he muttered incoherent words. The guards let go of him instantly and held their heads as loud groans of pain resurrected from their voice.

Damon turned around to see what was happening, and his eyes went wide. He could see his guards wailing in pain, most on the floor and others against the walls holding their heads like it was about to snap. Then he turned to the man who was at the middle of it all.

“How could you be so stupid to have brought her to the hospital?” Russel snapped and dropped his hand. A glow flashed in his eyes and he began towards Damon releasing his victims from his torments.

“You are lucky she still has so much self-control.” He walked past him and into the room while Damon only remained dumbfounded.

“Are you going to come in or keep being a fool?” Russel snapped again, having no patience at all and that pulled Damon out of his trance. He stared at his guards and found that they were okay, then he walked inside and shut the door behind him. He had seen that Aziza and Russel were almost the same and with the way he spoke, he was not a foe yet.

“Everyone here would have been dead already and maybe the blood bank would have been empty,” he added, then he laid his eyes on Aziza and stopped in his tracks. She was worse than he had originally thought that she would be. His heart broke into a thousand pieces and his knees buckled. She had trusted him yet he betrayed her without thinking twice about the repercussions of what he was doing.

“Who are you?” Damon finally found his voice.

“I’m her uncle,” he muttered in agony and explained briefly. He stared at the man for a longer time, then he turned to Aziza, not believing that she could have a family, not with her character and attitude at least. But that was not the time to think about that, she was growing restless by the minute and was turning her head from side to side. He started towards her in panic when Aziza growled and shut up from the bed and they jumped. Her hunger was getting the best of her, her eyes were red and her fangs were out for its victim but she could still recognize Russel. Shutting her eyes, she swallowed hard and came down from the bed, falling right to the floor in weakness. Damon quickly tried rushing to her, but she raised her hand in the air, halting him.

“She needs blood,” Russel whispered, scared that he might actually be the victim.

“We are in a hospital,” Damon responded in confusion.

“I don’t think she can wait for the blood bags to come out here,” Russel responded and turned to him. He lifted his brows at him, still confused on why he was speaking like that. Truly she had lost a lot of blood, that was why they were in the hospital, but he could feel that he was talking about something else.

“Don’t you get it?” Russel slammed his palm over his face at Damon’s ignorance.

“No,” Damon frowned.

“She is partly a vampire,” he answered. His eyes went wide for a moment when he finally understood what he was saying. He might not have known much, but the stories had filled him up with how vampires ate.

“Can the….” Aziza interrupted and forced herself on her feet. Her breath slowly came short as she began breathlessly.

“Both of you leave?” she asked in torment to herself. The more she spoke, the more she felt the burn in her throat and the more it felt like it was about to tear. But she neither wanted to hurt them and would prefer they left already.

“You can have my blood?” Damon suddenly said and started towards her. Her eyes snapped to him and the blood in them made him stop again.

“You do not know what you are saying” Russel sighed.

“She is not human, she needs blood and I have one. That’s pretty understandable,” he smiled.

“Demons don’t have blo…...” he retorted then paused as his eyes went wide.

“But Velaryon’s do,” he added with a smile, seeing a quick solution to his problem that was not him.

“No,” Aziza growled and shut her eyes, rejecting it outrightly.

“You need this,” Damon frowned at her.

“You might die,” Russel answered, referring to Damon.

“She cherishes you too much. Come on, I will give her the blood,” he added and stepped forward but she growled.

“No,” she snapped again, this time angrier and hungrier and he stopped.

Damon groaned at her stubbornness and turned to the door. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he asked a guard for a dagger, which he gave. Then he came back into the room and cut right through his palm. At the smell and sight of Velaryon blood, Aziza snapped her eyes open and charged at him with full force and speed. His heart skipped a mile but she stopped right in front of him. Her teeth tightly jammed together, her fangs long and scary, her eyes red and angry yet reluctance was within them. She really did not want to hurt him and it was clear. He smiled, placed his hand at the hem of his shirt and took it off. Then he walked towards her, till he was right in front of her with no space between them. Then he pulled her into a hug, giving her his neck.

“Come on,” he whispered.

“I won’t die, I promise,” he added and wrapped his hand around her waist. Her will to fight slowly drifted away with his scent clogging her. Opening her mouth widely, she buried her fangs into him and drew out his blood. He groaned at the sharp pain and tightened his hand around her waist when he felt it sipping out of him. Then something ignited in his heart, something strong, something wicked, yet unique and electrifying.

The taste of his blood was sweet, sweeter than any she had tasted. Maybe because he was a Velaryon, at least that was what she told herself as she sucked from him till it snapped. The walls shook, the foundation scattered and the veil fell. Electric sparks shooting from him to her, igniting, rekindling and reinforcing the bond. Her hair slowly turned back to red, her skin slowly came alive and her wounds healed. When her eyes snapped open, she could see more clearly than ever. And a bond once broken, repaired itself and became more stronger, connecting two souls, two fates, two destiny and a broken relationship into one.

Mate. The understanding of who they truly were to each other came.