MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Daciana's return

Guilt washed all over Damon and relief filled his heart at the same time. He took a deep breath and smiled like that had been what he wanted to hear. But it was indeed what he needed to hear, because the thought of being used would have ruined whatever relationship he had with Aziza and he would have to rebuke everything in him that was pushing him like a magnet towards her.

Aziza felt something hard hit her as those words left her mouth. Her demons roared at her, they squirmed at her and the atrocity she had just committed. She was his mate, lies were not supposed to be part of the relationship. It was bound to ruin something in the future. She sighed and took a deep breath pushing the thought of the future away from her thoughts. The only thing that she could think of was her power, her revenge and nothing more.

“When I have power, Damon would no longer matter,” she thought and turned around to look at the man she had just lied to. His eyes were fixed on her as well and everything within him pushed him to make a move towards her, pushed him to apologise to her, for mistrusting her, questioning her and a lot more. Feelings roared inside of him, feelings locked away somewhere deep within, feelings only a mate would feel, feelings only a boy in love would feel but he suppressed it just as the drugs he took suppressed his abilities and he pushed them aside, wanting to be in control of his emotions. For a long time, the both of them just stared at each other, feelings pushing them, confusing feelings and different thoughts going through their heads.

“Damon,” Vanessa called out irritatedly and walked towards him. She stopped in front of him and blocked his view of Aziza by making him look at her. She had stood by the side and watched the both of them act in too many dramas. The red hair had taken away her father, but she would not let her take away Damon as well.

“Have you had breakfast? I’m heading to a…”

“We’ve had breakfast,” Aziza interrupted and moved closer to the both of them. She disliked Vanessa, and would not let her get close to Damon. And she told herself a number of times, she was not jealous, she only hated Vanessa and that was why she was interrupting. Vanessa resisted the urge to turn around and flash her a glare. A part of her was scared and a part of her wanted to impress Damon. He was not staring at her though, at the words of Aziza he had turned his gaze to her and was rather pleased at her interruption. He could tell what Vanessa wanted, she had wanted it for a long time and that was why they even had the meeting that brought the death of her father, untimely. And he did not want the same thing that she wanted, but when it came to the red hair, it was different.

“What about dinner?” she batted her lash at him but his eyes had remained on Aziza.

“That won’t be possible too, I have things to do with Damon,” Aziza entered again and Damon smiled. Vanessa turned red and turned around to finally face the woman who was termed a murderer.

“Stay away from this.” She growled and turned back to Damon to take his hand, but he lifted his hand into the air, halting her.

“I would be going with Aziza,” his words came sharp and without wavering as he walked past her like he was in a trance and started towards Aziza.

“Should we go back to the office?” he asked and stretched his hand towards Aziza. She stared at his hand, and gulped. Memories of a boy stretching his hand towards her just like this resurrected fiercely in her mind, pushing against the walls she had built in her heart and the feelings she had buried. She stared at his hand for a long time, her thoughts telling her to simply walk away but her heart wanting to feel that touch again. Reluctantly, she gave in, putting her hand lightly on his. Sparks flooded into her skin at the mere touch of their hands and it travelled to her brain, then to all parts of her body. Like an electric wave, it pushed against everything, and pulled on her memories. She made to take her hand away but Damon had felt that wave too, and had held it tighter. Caging her hand within his, warmth caged him and pain pierced his skull. He tightened his grip around her hand, suppressing his pain but it hit him even harder, pushing against the bones, the flesh, the walls that caged him. Something was locked in, something fierce, something furious, something bad, something powerful and it wanted out, it wanted freedom and hurt him in the process.

Aziza felt that grip on her hand, she felt it so fiercely and knew that something was wrong in an instance. She turned to him, and held his chin, so that he might turn to her. His eyes were closed and pain was written all over his face. it only increased by the passing minute. His other hand instantly grabbed her waist as he pulled her closer to him. She hit hard against his body and he tightened his grip around her waist, looking for a place to ease the torment he was going through. She jammed her lips together, pushing back the whimper that almost escaped her mouth and wrapped her hand around his neck. With both hands this time, he held her tightly, pressing her against his body like he was willing to break her bones. His breathing hitched and his breath became heavy. Aziza pulled him closer and placed her hand gently at the back of his head, then pushed him to relax into her body.

“Shhhhh,” she whispered, feeling his pain up closer than she had ever felt. He shook his head slightly, his pain going worse than it had ever gone.

“I ne…ed…. my..my drugs,” he stuttered breathlessly.

“No, you don’t. The drugs are making it worse. Your pain would go away,” she protested.

“Azi…”

“Shhhhh,” she slowly ran her hand through his hair. Gently massaging it, as she felt those soft strands between her fingers.

“Relax,” she whispered.

“Just relax, take in a deep breath and listen to the sound of my voice,” she continued and caressed his hair. His thoughts were to push her away and run to his car to get his drugs, but his pain was too severe, he could barely see and the sound of her voice called him. Her scent, the strangest he had ever perceived so up close. It made him want to breathe only that scent all his life and her hand, soft as it ran over his head, fought against his pain. While it fought to tear him apart, she eased his torment and they settled like they could hear her, like they could feel her, like they were scared of her, they stopped tormenting him and ran away. His breathing came back to normal and the pain completely disappeared. He released his tight grip on her waist but he did not let go and she did not stop touching his hair. She had been carried away by the breezy scent of his hair and the soft strands that she did not realise when his pain disappeared.

A long time, they remained in the embrace of each other like long lost lovers and bashed in the very presence of each other before Damon broke the silence.

“The pain had never gone away like this,” his voice came hoarse and confused. Only then did she understand that his pain was gone. She pulled away from him and cleared her throat. The sudden distance took away the warmth they gave each other and, in an instance, she missed him. He wanted to take her hand again and pull her close to him again, but he restrained himself and rather stared at her.

“You have never allowed the pain to go away in the first place,” she explained.

“You have always run to those pills whenever the pain came and never allowed it,”

“But the doctor had said I needed the drugs. I needed my checkup and medication or…”

“It would damage your brain and turn you to a mushroom,” she repeated the exact words of the doctor and his eyes went wide.

“Your pain is nothing extraordinary. They are memories, abilities that you possess wanting to break free. The only reason why you don’t remember or feel this ability is because the drugs make them dormant,” she added. He stared at her, feeling like she was saying nonsense.

“What memories? powers, what abilities?” he asked a question he had asked before. She had even given him an answer but he never took it seriously or thought about it for too long. she smiled sadly at him and turned away as sadness filled her heart. She thought hard about what to do, to tell him the truth or allow him to find out for himself. But she had watched him, he looked so lost and he didn’t even know that he was lost.

“You only remember the life you had when you woke up from that hospital,” she said and his eyes went wide. Something snapped in his head immediately but he shook his head, refusing to believe what it was.

“The life before that, do you remember that? The reason why you were in coma, do you know it? “She asked and watched as pain flashed over his brown eyes. Seeing it tore at her and made her want to stop, but her determination to get him back home pushed her.

“Part of your life in high school, do you remember them?” she asked bitterly and looked away from him. That was a part of his life she would rather he did not even remember. It was the memories that she traded, never to be gotten back.

“These are memories you don’t even know that you are missing. And so are your abilities,”

“You are like me Damon. Probably more powerful,” she dropped the words and his eyes snapped to her. Disbelief ran in his heart, fear followed and confusion as well. He did not want to believe her, she had said a lot ever since they met, he did not want to believe her but his memories…...he growled and thought about his parents. In an instance he turned to his car and without turning to check on her once, he drove off.

Aziza sighed and looked around. She was alone, and the pain in her heart could overwhelm her. Tears burned the back of her eyes and guilt followed. She had lied to him and her words were undeniably going to bring back feelings, questions and events that happened years ago. A stray tear came down her eyes and she wiped it away immediately. She put herself back together and turned around to find a lot of people staring at her. she smiled wickedly at them and ran off, going straight for Damon and continued her duty as his protector.

She followed him back to his parent’s house and found a spot for her to stay. A place where she could stay, watch, listen and wait for trouble. She was sitting down quietly when she perceived that scent again. The wolf was back and it was finally time to get him out. But this time, the scent was stronger, sharper, and he was closer.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” she invited wickedly and smiled. In the mood to shed blood. The sound of his paws hitting the ground came to her ears and the pounding beat of his heart followed. Then the sound of bone breaking proved that he was changing back. Aziza frowned, and got up from where she sat. Werewolf were the strongest in their wolf form. He had been following her for days, to know that he was not supposed to transform for, especially in front of her, yet he did. The thought was still fresh in her mind when she perceived the scent of a woman, a woman she had spared.

She snapped her head to her direction in an instance and found naked Daciana smiling back at her.

“Gosh, it felt like hell keeping up with you.”

“It was impossible. But I learnt that wherever that silver hair guy is…what is his name again,”

“Damon. Then you are there?” she added like she only just reunited with a friend. Aziza’s claw grew out of her fingers and her fangs elongated in an instance.

“I feel him, his power and I can see that he means a lot to you.” Daciana continued even when she saw that she was treading on thin ice.

“But before you kill me, know that they are coming and will come for him soon enough.”