MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Hunger and thirst

Damon’s heart raced inside his chest the moment her still body hit his arm. The smell of blood became stronger and knowing that it was hers made an unknown fear settle at the pit of his heart and cold crawl up his spine. He picked her up from where she laid and carried her to the bed in an instant. Then he picked up his phone and dialled his doctor’s number. The phone rang from the other end for a while yet no one picked up and it went straight to voicemail. He groaned and turned back to Aziza to see that the blood on her body had stained the bed rather quickly and her skin was no longer pale but it was slowly going white, really white like she was some statue with no more life in her. A ghostly feeling that sent not just fear but pain into his heart settled at the pit of his stomach.

“Sir….” Someone had walked in just in time.

“Get the first aid box,” he ordered and moved closer to her. Confused and scared, he unzipped her black jacket and stared at her shirt. It was damp and bloody all over with holes in certain places. Placing his hand at the hem of her shirt, he tore it off just about the same time the guard returned with the first aid box. He gasped and his heart caught in his chest when he saw the claw mark and bite mark on her stomach. Like an animal had beaten her, a real animal, just like the werewolf she was talking about. The wound was still bleeding and her hands were turning ghostly white reminding him so fast of how quickly she was going as well. He realised that he did not have much time and decided to do something this time around.

“Get the car,” he ordered and went ahead to pick her up. The guard instantly ran outside, confused and terrified all at once. No one had been aware that the red hair returned and not even in such a state. With just a quick word into his walkie talkie, all guards and security became on high alert. With hasty footstep, Damon came down from the stairs and out of his house with Aziza in his arms.

A car was already waiting for him at the front of the house and so were guards as well. He gently put her into the car and shut the door, then he went to the other end, got in and placed her head on his lap while his hand went for her injuries in his bid to apply pressure on them.

“Ochsner medical centre,” he ordered his driver.

Has he ever felt fear in his life before? Did the great Damon know what fear actually meant? No. Not in his business, not in his family, not in his life. He might have lost some things, he might have lost people along the way, but he had never felt his heart tighten in his chest the way it did. He had never thought that he might stop breathing anytime soon like the way he did at that moment. Neither had the thought of not having her around ever occurred to him and made him feel like he would not be able to live if she leaves. He turned to her, the sight of her felt like a bullet through his heart. It made him tremble in fear and loss and guilt. All this had simply happened because she was trying to protect him from things he never knew existed. If he knew, if only he knew he would have gone to her sooner. He would not have allowed her to leave or maybe he would not have allowed her to fight by herself. It was a strange feeling to feel so many strong and scary emotions over her, a stranger who only recently showed up to cause a lot of problems for him but stranger things had happened nonetheless.

At a screeching halt, the car stopped in front of the ochsner, one he was partly owner of. A guard took the measure to run inside and called a nurse while the others opened the door and helped him carry Aziza out. The sight of her petrified them and most of them moved away so as not to touch her. Nurses ran out with a stretcher with a guard at the mention of Damon Roxwell. He was a very important fellow and no one was permitted to ignore him no matter how busy they were for he was top notch in the society, part owner of the hospital and had his hands deep in everything. He ran towards them wishing he could go faster and placed her on the stretcher. But the nurses suddenly moved away as they froze in place at the sight they saw. They had expected Damon, a relation or someone close to him but none had expected to see something that frightened them. Aziza.

Everyone knew Aziza, the red hair. The secret assassin of the Roxwell with a feisty temper and the most wanted person at that point in time. She was right there, with them, only lifeless and different.

“What are you doing?” Damon growled at them as he began to push the stretcher himself when no one attempted to help. They snapped out of their state and would have easily jumped in to help him if she was not as white as a statue. She was no human, some many times, she had told him, and done things to prove that. But now seeing that she was going white and her beautiful flaming red hair was slowly turning black made him see even more clearer.

No one helped him, their fear for Aziza was greater than their fear for him. But he did not mind. He pushed her himself towards the area of the VIPs till the guards lent him a hand.

“Get doctor Morris,” he yelled when he found a room himself and placed her on the hospital bed.

“Doctor Morris just closed for the day,” a nurse replied while keeping her distance. A splitting headache immediately hit him, a sudden rush resurrected at the pit of his stomach like the surge of electricity mixed with his pain made him feel strange, powerful and rageful. He snapped his eyes to the nurse, his powers almost coming to view and the temperature of the room dropping.

“Get Doctor Morris,” he repeated, His voice cold and chilly and almost bearing the tone of death. No one could protest against his orders. Scared out of her mind, she moved her legs and found her way to doctor Morris.

Aziza groaned inaudibly at the pungent smell of the hospital and groaned even more at the smell of blood that followed. She was weak and hungry, but she was at the wrong place. Being there would only make her hunger worse, it would make her go mad with all the blood laying around, the people bleeding too much and how she would want it all. But Damon won’t know about that, would he? In times like this, she needed Russel and he was far, in an unknown place.

“Damon,” she forced out in a whisper and tilted her head to the side. The moment he caught the slight whisper of her voice, he jumped closer to her and held her hand in his bloody ones then he leaned in so he could hear what she wanted to say.

“Take me out of here,” she said, inaudibly. Her voice so little, it was like airbrushing over his skin but he heard her and shook his head in disapproval.

“The doctor would be here soon,” he encouraged and turned his eyes to the door. His patient slowly running thin and his heart beating so fast inside his chest it felt like he was the one about to die. A guard caught the look in his eyes and went out himself in search of the doctor who was only permitted to take care of Damon.

“No,” she shook her head slightly and gulped the little saliva she could find in her throat to quench her taste. Her throat ran dry instantly then it went hot and uncomfortable, it felt like it was burning.

“Wait, you will get better. He will take care of you.” He turned back to her. His heart broke into a thousand pieces when she saw that she had dark lines coming out of her white skin. And her hair had completely gone dark like she was from a black and white image. Her lips were dry and dark and her eyes were still shut. All the beauty he remembered her to have suddenly went away and was replaced by the very look of a mummy she possessed.

“Mr. Roxwell,” Doctor Morris came hurrying in. Damon got up from where he was instantly and turned to the man, then he flashed him a glare and turned back to Aziza.

“Jesus christ,” Doctor Morris yelled and swallowed hard when he saw Aziza, then he turned to Damon. The doctor had not missed the look in his eyes. Surely, he had known that he was intentionally ignoring his call. He only wanted to spend more time with his wife on that day and had ignored the fact that he might be needing him seeing that no other doctor takes care of the heir of the Roxwell except him. He was about to leave when a nurse had filled him in on the information, then a guard threatened him into the VIP room. Still, he could not spend as much time with his wife as he thought.

“Do you actually want to die?” Damon snapped at him when he made no move to go closer to her.

“No,” Aziza slowly and weakly took hold of Damon’s hand. Then she opened her eyes, slightly and shook her head. The smell of blood was becoming worse and the hunger within her was already tearing her apart. If any human came close to her, they might die even before they could actually help.

“He is going to help,” he went closer to her but she shook her head weakly.

“No,” she protested and he frowned. She was dying, why was she protesting when she could easily get help?

“Aziza,” he exhaled in slight annoyance and bent down to her level so she could actually see reasons why she needed treatment. She opened her eyes slightly before he could speak more, then his heart jumped out of his skin and he froze in that spot. Her eyes were as red as blood that even her dark pupils and her sclera had completely disappeared into blood.

“They would die, if they come closer,” she forced out.