MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

To her rescue again

“What is going on?” Aziza feigned ignorance and turned to Bishop who was still sitting at the front seat and trying hard to contain his calm yet for a supernatural like her, it was difficult to let such a thing pass her. Bishop did not spare her a glance neither did the driver, they were both scared of being in the same car with her. The difference was, one was calmer and angrier than the other.

When Bishop was sure that everything was ready to take her down just in case she tried to do something that she shouldn’t, he stepped down from the car ignoring her question and giving everyone a head’s up. He was finally getting a chance to make her pay and he planned on doing a lot of things to her. He slowly opened the door to the back seat and she got out of the car. Cops pointed their weapons at her, nervously, because most of them could remember what had happened the last time. Their fears made her stomach churn with annoyance and irritation at the weakling and cowards before her and her demons growled inside of her. That fear fed them and it made them pant with excitement. Fear could only be like fuel for them, the thirst they needed to want to spill blood. It always pumped adrenaline through her blood streams when she perceived so much fear. It had been such a long time she perceived so much of it, ripping through her lungs. It would have been so much fun if she could take them all.

She pushed back her growl, pushed back her demons and stared at them feigning ignorance while she followed Bishop who took her by her arm tightly and led her into the familiar station. She had been brought there before, so she was sure of what it was like there, she knew exactly what to expect and was not worried at all. Moreover, they were mere humans.

That thought disappeared and her jaw dropped when she found all the cops within the station all geared up and pointing their weapons at her. The fear in there reeked even more than what was outside and they stared at her nervously even when they all tried to keep a hard look on their face and be normal. They just could not pull that off or scare her that way and she really wanted to scoff at their faces. They had really prepared for her and if they had done that, it meant that they were sure that she was Aziza just like the walkie talkie had rightly informed. Now it was her turn to feel wary with the turn of things.

First, an attack on Damon had revealed that she was not so invincible, especially since the attackers knew her name, her full name and might have known more about her. Like that was not enough, the cops had to come for her and somehow, they also knew her name and now, they had information that she was wearing a wig. There was something wrong and it was gnawing at the pit of her stomach, annoyingly. What could be so wrong? Or who would have known? How did they know when only a few people knew who she was?

“Keep moving,” Bishop’s growl behind her shot her out of her thoughts and she realised that she had come to a stand still while she thought about all these.

“What is going on?” she turned to him, ignoring his hold on her that threatened to break though her bone and the hard look he gave her. She could always take care of Bishop if he was so desperate to die, but now she had to find out what was going on and how to remain Ivy.

“You know all too well, murderer,” he tightened his grip on her arms and pushed her towards a desk. A female cop stepped forwards and started searching her pocket before they made use of a scanner to scan her body. Right after that, a different cuff with long chains was placed on her legs in their bid to restrict her movement. It almost made her chuckle but she held it in, knowing that those were simply a waste of weapons that could be used for weaker criminals.

Bishop led her towards a cell and she followed him obediently with the other cops that followed her more like security guards. She noticed that she was not kept at the other cells like the last time, but she was taken straight to the detaining room where she had to answer questions. She followed them still, knowing that no matter where they took her, she could come out somehow, so it didn’t matter.

The moment she walked into the big space, made of nothing but a table and two chairs sitting opposite each other, they shut the door. signs of relief filled her ears and her lips twitched. How could they be willing to commit suicide in their bid to take her in? They only just kept proving how stupid humans were to her to want to fight a war they knew they wouldn’t win.

She looked around, observing the camera and the window that forbade her from seeing through, but no more, not when she had her powers back fully. From the other end, they were staring at her with a lot of confusing feelings but more things were consuming her thought more than their very present and hunger for death. How was she supposed to protect her identity as Ivy without hurting anyone? She could think about the person behind all this later.

Like a light bulb, Russel, the wizard, popped up and she gnashed her teeth. She hated that she was running away from him yet finding herself going to him at every turn. But that was exactly what she got for not having friends.

“Excuse me…” she voiced out loudly knowing very well that they were all staring at me from the other end. No one made a move at all, they only stared at each other, questions registering in their heart and just before they decided to not listen to her and walk away, she continued.

“Don’t I have a right to a phone call?” she questioned. Once again, they turned to her then back to themselves more scared to make a move or go into the same room as her. She waited and waited for a while and yet no one came. They were either too scared to come forth or simply too angry to let her have a way out to escape. It was becoming really frustrating because she needed that phone call.

Mind link would have been so easier but Russel had to be within a certain range for it to work. And he was a witch, not a vampire or a werewolf. He could not speak with his mind like the way the other people do neither could anybody just speak with him. She was a special breed and that was why she could speak to him and a few others and his mind had to be left open with magic if she needed to get to him. However, she could feel that he was too far to be reached so easily, so a phone call was truly needed.

“Bishop…” she turned to the tinted high glass.

“I want my phone call,” she ordered, dropping her sweetness for a bit and showing them how serious she was. This time around, she held the footsteps, the voices and soon the sound of the door opening. She turned to the door to flash whoever had just come in with a glare but her eyes fell on those familiar blue eyes and her gaze softened involuntarily.

“You.” she found herself smiling at him. He smiled back warmly at her, revealing his very beautiful features.

“You are here again,” Nikko responded and dropped the phone on her desk.

“I keep being a suspect to a wanted murderer,” she responded slyly and he chuckled.

“I noticed,” he winked. Strangely, she found this man likeable after their very first meeting. He was more likeable than even Sloan and she could not pin what it was about him that made her feel so comfortable.

“But you are not scared?” she frowned, seeing how comfortable he was with her too. He grinned and shook his head.

“I met you the last time you were here. And I met her last time during the last operation,” he added. Her eyes widened when she recalled when cops had surrounded her with all sorts of weapons at that hotel. He was there and he could have died for being at the wrong place. The thought of his death by her hand made her feel very uncomfortable. It was truly a strange feeling to have for him and that was even more uncomfortable. Resisting the urge to groan, she focused on what he was saying instead.

“You are almost the same as her but till I see that red hair or witness you in action, I wouldn’t believe it just yet,” he answered. She found myself smiling again, finding him brave, braver than some cops she knew and was very impressed. Then her thoughts went to Damon instantly.

“Well good luck with that,” Aziza answered and he jammed his lips together, pressing back a chuckle when his eyes turned to the camera that was at the right side of him, right at the corner of the wall. Aziza followed his gaze with the corner of her eyes and she remembered that he was still a cop and needed to act like one, rather than chat with her. Fortunately, he had actually used his body to block the camera from recording nothing but his side which was not much.

Nikko really wanted to keep talking to her as much as possible. It was stupid since he was a cop and she was suspected to be a wanted criminal but she had always intrigued him. She screamed danger and calm, it pulled at him. But he had to cut whatever he had short, if he wanted to remain in the department.

“Make your call….” He pushed the phone to her and she took it. But right before she did a thing, Damon’s overwhelming scent hit her faintly.

“Aziza…” Damon’s voice rang in her head almost immediately filling her with warmth.

“I’m here….” She responded happily and relaxed into her seat while she placed her legs on the desk, then she shut her eyes.

“You need to help Ivy…” he added and made his way into the station. He was doing all he could to help the girl but just in case, he needed Aziza to take responsibility. Her lips twitched and she mentally face palmed herself. She literally had to rescue myself. This was becoming very stupid.

“I will,” she simply said and that was all he said. She frowned wondering if he was still so angry at her over what had happened the previous day. But he was so good with Ivy, which was her. She could have forgotten that they even fought if she had not been scared by the words she had said and the words he had said too.

“Never mind, I can handle this,” his voice suddenly came and he went out again.

“Geez, this was f****d up.” she sighed at the complicated relationship she was creating

“Hey…” a ting on her skin made her snap her eyes open to find Nikko staring at her. She frowned and stared down at where she felt that ting to find Nikko’s hand right beside hers. Immediately she withdrew her hand.

“Sorry…. you seem deep in thoughts,” his soft voice revealed concern and he apologised for tapping her. The look on her face proved that she did not like skin contact so much and he did not want to upset her because he liked her and in case she had red hair. Being friendly was really a way out. She nodded her head in understanding but something was wrong with that touch and she did not like it. She said nothing else and made no attempt to say anything because that tingling feeling on her skin was still lingering and it was filling her with questions heaping on the ones that were yet to be answered.

“I don’t need the phone anymore,” she pushed it to him and sounded somewhat cold, colder than normal and she earned a slight frown for that. She did not want him close anymore and could perceive Damon's scent stronger to know that he was close by. Maybe she did not need Russel at all. Nikko said nothing but stared at her, hating that he had just ruined a moment.

“Okay then,” he took the phone and turned to the door, leaving her behind.

Before she could do a thing again, the door opened again and Nikko came walking in and she turned to him. A smile on his face once again, it made her roll her eyes while her lips twitched at this handsome fella who seemed to always know how to smile.

“Your prince charming is here again and you are free…”

“Damon?” she questioned and got up from where she was sitting strangely excited.

“Yes. Damon, your boss. Come on, let's go.” Damon’s voice reverberated through the mic filling her ears in answer. She smiled and turned to the door without a second thought.

“Of course, I knew it was you,” her thoughts came.