MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

When she was young

Aziza tightened her fist, balled it and suppressed the rage that roared inside of her with an immense strength. Her face still stinged badly from the slap she had just received and the urge to tear someone apart overwhelmed her. Her claws pushed against her skin and her teeth itched her to bite against something. She really wanted to end someone, her rage and anger were right there at the surface that even Damon felt it pouring against him like the flames of fire. No one had ever laid hands on her like that, not after she was found by Russel. No one had ever maltreated her or pinched a hair from her head, except for the werewolf attack and many other attacks that she had received. But recently, everyone seemed to think they had a right over her body, especially a human, a weak and powerless creature as a human. She had vowed that no one would ever hurt her like that again, not after all she went true during her childhood.

Slowly, she turned, her rage burning hotter and hotter like a volcano that was about to explode. When she snapped her eyes back to them, Damon took a step back, feeling like he was the one that was about to be consumed. Her eyes had completely taken a different colour, the colour that called for death and he knew it more than anyone else. Flossie who stood behind him froze in the same spot at the sight of Aziza’s dreadful eyes. Her bones had gone stiff and her thoughts ran wide, especially to death. She had heard of the red hair, she had heard of how she protected Damon. She knew that she was not human and had heard of what she was capable of but seeing those eyes, eyes that were as dark as the abyss of hell and red as blood glaring at her made her realise that she had only called for death. With just a glance, she knew that she was in so much trouble, she knew that it was almost the end for her and had cursed herself for being so foolish to have hit her.

“Aziza,” Damon called out, his voice coming out in a whisper, not out of fear, but more of a plea. Yelling at her would only get her angrier, ordering her would simply make her explode or rather still erupt and he had no power to stop her. He could only plead with her, to forgive his mother’s shortcomings before her dead body would be the next thing he would see.

Like a cool breeze, her name rolled out of his mouth, quenching slightly the fire within her. She shifted her gaze from the beautiful woman who stood behind him and turned to Damon. His eyes stared at her, pleadingly and deeply. Looking at him pulled at her heart, pushed her to quench her rage and calm down the eruption within. She hated that feeling. Such could only pull her back, hold her back from doing what she had to. Yet, she knew that the lady behind him was his world. A hand against her would ruin whatever relationship she had with Damon, and she was not ready to jeopardise that yet. With a lot of restraint, she pushed her anger away and zoomed past the both of them and out of the house, leaving only the feel of her power and the breeze to caress against their skin.

Damon breathed a sigh of relief, not realising that he had been holding his breath, then he frowned at himself. Aziza was simply too hot tempered, it was only a slap and it should not have gotten her so pissed. Just as the thought came to his mind, he turned around to find that his mother had found her way to his bed and had sat down holding her chest. He frowned at the sight of her and her ignorance.

“Were you planning to die in my house?” he growled at her, pushing away any affection he had for her because the memories of the previous night were still fresh in his mind.

“Your foolish friend had almost killed me and you have the guts to yell. Is she brainwashing you, is she giving you something to eat or blackmailing you of something? You are Damon Roxwell for god’s sake. You have a lot of power on your own, how could you have turned to such a vegetable before her and even pleaded?” she yelled. Her hate for the red hair overwhelmed her. She had been the reason for such a fight, a big fight that had threatened to drift her family apart, the family she had built peacefully for years. Damon was even yelling at her, something he had never done. On the other hand, Damon could not help but glare at her over the statement she made. She felt no remorse, not gratitude, nothing and she still yelled at him and called Aziza foolish.

“What would you have had me do?” he pushed out through gritted teeth.

“You slapped her. What were you thinking?”

“She had drifted us apart, she had spoiled something that was good for years, so many years and had exposed you to a darkness bigger than what Roxwell underground knows, she has exposed you to more threat than possible, than you could ever imagine,” she yelled and got up on her feet matching the same anger that oozed out of him.

“She had asked us to tell you the truth like she knows us, like she owns us. Who does she think she is to come into our lives and ruin the peace, love and happiness we have had for so many years?” she gritted through her teeth. Letting hell lose as she spoke. Flossie who never got angry to such an extent was talking so wickedly and hatefully, she was losing her calm, her composure and was even arguing with her son because of the red hair.

Damon was taken aback for a moment. The anger that was coming out of her throat threatened to be tearing her apart from the inside. Her throat looked like it was going to tear apart any moment, but such anger had never fazed him, not when he grew up with people like Ethan Roxwell and William Roxwell. But just hearing what she said was enough to shock him to the bone.

“She had asked you to tell me the truth?” he repeated what she had said in the fit of rage and her eyes went wide. She jammed her lips together, realising that she had only just said the wrong thing and sat down on the bed again. Damon glared at her, understanding that his parents planned to keep him in the dark for the rest of his lives. And if not for Aziza’s intervention, he would not have even known what he forced out of them. To think he had been so angry at her that she ruined everything. Now he only just found out that she had given them a warning before. she had given them an opportunity to tell him the truth yet they had refused which had made her do it herself.

“Are you both that callous?” he growled at her and she flashed him a glare.

“You had been with us since you were a child, Damon. You are our blood, our child and the heir to the Roxwell empire. All we have ever done is give you the best, keep you safe and protect you even till today. Would you suddenly side with a stranger who only just showed up and call us callous? Have you asked her what she wants from you? Do you even trust her that much?” she retorted, raising her voice again. He pulled his gaze away from her, shocked and surprised at the mother he was suddenly seeing. But even his heart knew that she was right, partly. And he could not argue the fact that he did not know what Aziza wanted from him but he knew one thing too well. It was stamped deep within his skin, deep within his brain, deep within his bone.

“But she did not just show up,” his voice came low and calm like still water. All traces of anger going away like it was never there.

“She had always been there, just as you both,” he turned his gaze back to her.

“That’s probably how she got to know about the secrets that you have kept from me,” he added. At the sound of her calm son, she also calmed down and took a deep breath, knowing that she had gone too far as well. When she said nothing else, Damon knew that she was calm and walked towards her. He sat down beside her at the bed and took her hand in his. He loved her too much and would not want to carry any anger in his heart for too long.

“Mom,” he called out affectionately, pulling the right strings of her heart and she gave him a warm smile.

“Why are you and dad so persistent that I take this drug?” he asked again. The smile on her face disappeared in an instant and she pulled her hand away from his, then she turned away. His heart dropped in an instant.

“What happened to you last night?” she asked instead.

“I decided to not take the drugs and collapsed. Aziza was….” Her head whipped back to him as fear and anger made her eyes look sharper than it originally was.

“Don’t be stupid Damon,” she snapped.

“Take those drugs, listen to your mother and stop asking so many questions.” He sighed at the response and looked away from her. He had hoped that she would listen and tell him what he needed to know.

“I would be going to a different hospital to confirm if I actually have any head injury,” he got up from where he sat. Just as the childhood memories had been cultivated by stories he was told in his younger days, stories he had taken and placed in his mind as memories, the story of his head injury had also seemed that way. He only heard it from his parents when he was younger and had never asked any question or taken it upon himself to find out if it was true. Now seemed to be the right time.

“No, you wouldn't, dear,” Flossie jumped up on her feet in panic. He smiled sadly at her and turned to his bathroom.

“I need to head to work, you can leave,” he simply said.

Flossie stood at the same spot for a while and felt a wave of confusion overwhelm her. She still wanted to talk to her son, but she knew him just as she knew all the men of the Roxwell, he would never listen or change his mind. She had to get someone else, like her father-in-law. With that, she walked out of the room and stormed out of his house.

When Damon came out of the bathroom, he found no one and sighed bitterly, then he turned to his balcony and looked outside.

“Aziza, hope you are not planning to kill her anytime soon. She is important to me and you know that,” he said in his thoughts, knowing very well that she could hear him. At the distance she was, she scoffed and rolled her eyes. Truly, she still felt very angry and still had killing intent overwhelming her, but she already knew that she could not.

“I’m off to work, I will make up for the slap later tonight. You seem to always be hungry,” he smiled. The sudden thought of her relieved his stress and made him feel exceptionally happy.

“Dinner would be plenteous,” he added. She frowned and rolled her eyes again, wishing that she could smack his head at that statement. She was not always hungry. But just as he finished with his weird apology, she suddenly recalled his statement and groaned. She had almost forgotten that she was his assistant and had to turn to Ivy, the sweet and charming PA again.

Seeing as she had to prepare for work as well, she got up on her feet and wiped her butt. Then her phone rang and she picked it up.

“Yes,” she entered dryly and Russel scoffed.

“You should learn to greet your elders when you wake up in the morning,”

“I do not sleep. How about I show you how cranky one can be when she doesn’t sleep?” she retorted. He frowned and thought of how he had raised her to be so spoilt, cold and disrespectful.

“What do you want?” she entered immediately, knowing that he was going to keep talking too much if she didn’t

“You brought your naked friend here, did you forget?” he snapped.

“Oh,” she indeed forgot.

“Well, what is it?”

“She has a lot of things in her thoughts, things you should see and determine what would happen to her.” he sighed.

“Just kill her,” she retorted, hating that she was wasting so much time talking about it. But even as she spoke those words, a sting hit her chest. Her words made him shut his eyes like it had bitten him.

“Come home, you knew her when you were a child,”