MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

A werewolf's visit

The wind grew cold around Damon and the pressure of it came over his body. For a moment there, he closed his eyes so sandy particles wouldn't enter and when the cold air around him finally died down, he opened his eyes to meet the gaze of a peculiar woman. His heart leaped like he only just heard the greatest news but even he knew that such news that would make him feel like flying had not been created yet. With the joyful feeling came the feeling of relief as he heaved heavily and smiled a little, then he rested his hand on his knees.

“You,” he got back up to his full height again.

“You almost killed me,” he added but the smile never left his face. Aziza, no matter how she tried, could not help but smile back at the amazing look on his face.

“A heart attack was about to come,” he added and she chuckled. His heart seized for a moment as those familiar sounds stopped his heart from beating for a second. They sounded just like that of Ivy but who was to say that they could not sound the same when they looked alike.

“You deserved it,” she responded and tucked a few strands of her long red hair behind her ears. The smile he had on his face quickly disappeared and Aziza panicked at the serious look that overwhelmed him. She tried prying into his thoughts but found nothing in it to give her an idea if she said something wrong. They had only just settled whatever they had before, she had agreed to let go of the hurt and anger and would not want to ruin it again. He had not been the only one that missed her, for she had missed him too. Survival had only lasted so long for her because she got to see him in the office just once and Russel gave her feedback every hour like it was a job in which he was being paid big. He hated the idea of reporting to her but she was a woman whose life she had dedicated to Damon. Her breakfast, lunch and dinner, she had while watching Damon. Her rampages and anger she felt while watching him, her pain and sadness came flooding back and always caught her while she watched him. Come rain, come sun, come the stars in the night, come wind, come winter, come spring, come autumn. Her eyes were always fixed on him, never going away like he became the air she breathed. Her obsession with him only increased with the need to return home and claim revenge and power. So, when she had gotten so upset and decided not to watch him for the while, it felt like she had been stripped out of life and in order to live she had to be on live support which was only provided by her uncle’s hourly report. She had missed him dearly, she had missed watching him like he had come to be like a child, a son or rather still a husband.

“I do deserve it,” Damon broke the silence after a long time. Then he moved closer to the woman who was frightened to be back to fighting with him. He didn’t stop till he was a few inches away from her, then he slowly, ever gently, took her both hands. Time stood still when that feeling overwhelmed her again as his scent filled her nostrils. The both combination of the night wind and his scent, make her bones relax and make her want to lean into something. It was both powerful and calming, it was beautiful and filled with the magic she knew that he possessed.

“Your hands are cold,” he commented.

“The top of a building is usually my favourite spot,” she responded and he smiled. Then it went quiet, very quiet with the night wind becoming the only sound they could hear.

“I know what I said to you, days ago,” he began after a heavy sigh and gently squeezed her hand. He could remember the look in her eyes when those words had left his mouth without thinking. That look had haunted him for days non-stop and each time it came, he could not help but feel that he had hurt her deeply.

“I was simply angry after you said those things to me when an innocent man just died,” he continued.

“I never meant it that way.”

“Hurting you was never my intention,” he added lastly.

“And who says that I was hurt?” she entered quickly, showing how strong she was. A woman like her never showed how vulnerable she could be, never showed her tears or weaknesses and would prefer, somewhat, that it remained that way. Damon smiled at her question and lowered his gaze. For a moment there, his head told him that he might as well have been wrong. She was way too strong to be hurt like that, but his heart told him otherwise. The look in her eyes on that day came back in his head and it told him all he needed to know. He looked up to meet her gaze and found those dark eyes even more intriguing as she stared at him. Her red hair still made him see blood and her aura the complete opposite of her look alike. The other might be weak and can easily cry but she was not. She was strong, a wall had been built high above her where she could no longer feel. But she could feel, that was the exact reason why she came back after being angry, that was why she even got angry in the first place and that was why that look flashed in her eyes. But because of who she was, of course, she would not fully admit it and that got him intrigued. To know her more, to know what she was and who she was and why she was. A new challenge he had to succeed and win.

“You are not hurting of course,” he answered.

“Not after my heartfelt apology,” he added and grinned mischievously at her. She rolled her eyes at him and smiled back even when she tried hard not to.

“Your apology was whack, don’t be so full of yourself,” she retorted nonetheless.

“It moved the great Aziza. I don’t think it was whack at all except…” he paused and widened his eyes at her.

“Except my little red hair likes whack things,” he added. She flashed him a glare that gave him the warning to stop but he refused that warning and chuckled intensely.

“Well,” she slowly detangled her hands from Damon’s.

“Go have some rest now, will you?” He stared at her, then he turned to his house. His guards were all watching him and his gate was fully open. He had been really ecstatic to come back to the house but now he was not so sure that he wanted to go in.

“Yes,” Aziza insisted and crossed her hand over her chest. He turned to her and pondered on leaving her or going inside to rest just as she had said.

“Won’t you come in with me?” he went for his heart and her jaw dropped. Her hands fell from her chest and her mouth opened to say something. Words seemed to have suddenly disappeared and none came out of her.

“Come on,” he took her hand when she said nothing and pulled her into the house himself. Dumbfounded, she found herself following him in like a part of her had wanted to do so all this while. They walked into the mansion and the cars rode in after them, and just as he held her, they walked towards the entrance of the house. She had never been invited into his house before, she could sneak in, storm in, blow in, breeze in however she wanted but to be formally invited was completely out of the picture.

“What are you doing?” her thoughts whispered to her, like it was a reminder of what she should be doing and what she should not be doing.

“I shouldn’t do this, I need to keep alert,” she drew her hand away from his grip and came to a halt. Damon’s heart dropped and he stopped as well, then he turned to her with a questioning look on his face.

“It isn’t your job to keep alert,” he responded.

“Yes, it is.” She retorted and rolled her eyes.

“I don’t even pay you,” he stopped, seeing a topic that would keep her close.

“Oh! But you will,” she smirked and his eyes darkened a bit. She knew what she wanted, her services were not for free nor were they for waste. She would get paid however, in ways that were more valuable than money and that scared him.

“How much?” he asked warily. she scoffed and shook her head at him like he was saying nonsense. It was no hidden truth that he actually knew nothing about the red hair that suddenly decided to keep saving him all the time. She was neither an android or a cyborg, she was something that he did not believe existed just like the story the grandfather told him. But why was she there? saving him. What was in for her?

“Money won’t be able to pay.” His heart skipped at her reply and just as he feared she was going to ask for something that he could not give.

“Don’t be scared, I’m not asking for your life,” she read his thoughts and he breathed a sigh of relief, then he chuckled lightly and ran his hand through his hair.

“Then can we go inside? So, we can talk,” he insisted. She stared at him, knowing exactly what he was doing to lure her in. But seeing that the topic of discussion was going to benefit her. She crossed her hand over her chest and walked past him into the house.

Two maids with the same uniform were right at the door to welcome him but upon seeing the red hair, the smile on their face disappeared and the colours on their skin ran as they froze.

“Don’t frighten them like that,” Damon chuckled when he entered behind her and she smirked.

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Yet they look like they are about to die,” he followed her as she walked into the sitting room. It was a familiar house but she could not help but want to look at the intricate designs of the house.

“You also scare them, do not make me the bad one here,” she turned to him. His eyes were on her all through and his face was in that same smile that was almost never there. He could not help it, the familiar feeling with her, the scent she came with, the aura that cloaked her and her look all made him feel different. Safe and good and even more. For a while, he said nothing but stared at her. words found it very hard to come out of his mouth while he stared at him like he had lost a knot.

“I can screw back your knot if you want,” she retorted when she could not stand his gaze anymore as it made her uncomfortable. He snapped out of his trance and cleared his throat,

“You must be hungry. I will have them make something for you, while I shower and join you.”

“Is that okay?” he asked.

“Uhh uhhh.”

With that, he turned to the kitchen and gave the maids instructions of what to prepare before he ran upstairs to freshen up. Aziza turned to the wine bar in his house and thought of keeping herself busy. It had been a while since she had a taste of one and thought it would not be such a bad idea too. Going in, she went behind the canter and helped herself to a bottle of wine. Fortunately, where she was supposed to have weaknesses, she became really strong so wines were simply nothing much for her. Staring through all the bottles, she found familiar drinks and settled for the alpha among them. It was encased differently, like it was of something very special, a jewel, a gem among the others. Something told her to ignore that bottle, but her stubborn self refused. Taking it out, she picked a glass as well.

“Screaming eagle cabernet,” she read out loud and shook her head. Something that the humans and supernatural had in common at least, drinking. She opened it up and poured into the glass, then she raised it to her nostrils and inhaled. Had the aroma of blackcurrants, one of the very few she had tasted. She shook the glass a little bit and stared at the opaque purple appearance of the wine. Without much delay, she took a sip of it and allowed the taste to wash all over her mouth. The single taste of subtle oak reminded her of something, something she hated, yet it felt like home.

Damon took a longer time in taking his bath, that by the time he came down, half of the bottle had already gone into her stomach.

“I see you found the wine bar,” his deep voice came the moment he located her and her gaze followed the voice. He looked absolutely refreshed and even more handsome with sweatpants and a round neck t-shirt that hugged his body. His muscles were more visible and so were his biceps. His hair looked wet and fallen as he ran it backward, revealing his full face for the first time. He was indeed a Velaryon, his face sculpted by the gods themselves that he almost looked like an angel, if not more. Her heart skipped a bit at his sight and her eyes lingered on him for a while longer. He came closer and sat opposite her, making the strong refreshing scent that came with absolute power hit her nose. The wine she drank wasn’t even intoxicating compared to the feeling that overwhelmed her. she shut her eyes and for a second went completely mute, taking the scent that overwhelmed her, then she pulled out of her trance.

“You have a tendency of keeping your guest waiting,” she retorted and took another sip of her wine.

“I didn’t mean to,” he responded while his eyes went to the glass she held so gracefully. He frowned instantly when he saw the colour, but to be sure, he turned to the bar behind her and there he noticed that his delegate wine was gone.

“You really didn’t see any other wine to take from?” he growled at her. She smiled cheekily, revealing her teeth and gulping the rest of what was in the glass.

“It cost 500 thousand dollars, Aziza,” he snapped.

“It was meant for the stomach, wasn’t it?” she smirked, making sure to annoy him even further.

“It was encased,” he roared. But just immediately, he realised that it was of no use since she already had it opened. Moreover, he did not want to thread that part with her, he did not want to yell at her over a bottle of wine. But it was a delegate, one of the very few in the world. He got it from an auction house and it was so rare. Aziza noticed that he had been really pissed about the wine, she remembered the last time he was pissed at her. Things didn’t go well and something told her that she did not want that repeating itself.

“My apologies,” she mumbled as a little remorse flashed in her cold heart. He snapped his gaze back to her instantly shocked, his ears refusing to believe what he just heard while she kept her gaze lowered and far away from him. She felt his gaze on her, but she refused to look up at him for any reason, then she felt it, something different. Something other than him, something powerful than a mere human. The hostile gaze, the unknown hostile gaze on her was more than she had ever felt. It was stronger, it was powerful and it was familiar. Then she heard it, the low growl, the panting sound that came with huff. The distinct smell of furs, earth, musk and pine trees like the forest came light to her nose, signifying how far it was and her heart seized.

“No, no, no,” she panicked and shot up from where she sat.

“Werewolf, Aziza,”

“Stay inside,” Russel’s voice came back harsh to her before she could run out of the house.