MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Going crazy

Aziza frowned at Daciana wondering how she got that piece of information while Russel snapped his gaze to her.

“Damon is your mate?” he asked with shock and displeasure. She turned her eyes to him and turned back to Daciana who had succeeded in making a mountain out of a mole without giving him a response.

“Why does he have to return to the supes?” Daciana got up from where she was sitting and stood up to meet Aziza’s height. The red hair was tall, taller than her but at least, she would be able to feel the urgency in the message she was about to convey. If she had known that Damon was the heir to the throne then maybe, they would all be back at the supes already.

“They are fighting for the throne. The battle between each entity for the throne is getting out of hand. There are deaths and bloodshed almost everyday and they would not stop till either one of the entities took back the throne from the demons. But if Damon returns, then they would know who he is, they would see who he is and the fighting would be no more,” she explained. Aziza sighed in relief and turned away. She had no business with the things of the supes yet, so there was no need to do anything or get into their fight. They could all die and rot for all she cared.

“Damon would be back soon, right now, he can’t” she simply said and sat down on a stool nearby.

“But….”

“There is no but except you want to go against our agreement and go running back to your people with the piece of information you had just derived,” she interrupted angrily and shut Daciana’s mouth up. The wolf said nothing else, even though she wanted so badly to protest. She was in the hands of a very powerful person and would gladly prefer to keep the life she had at that moment.

“By the way, what do you know about the prophecy?” she asked. Daciana sighed and sat down on the bed in exhaustion and shook her head like the weight of the world was hanging on her shoulders.

“No one knows. We only know that a long time ago, there was a prophecy that had made everyone go crazy till it disappeared like it had been averted. But recently, it has returned and once again, they are all going crazy. We don’t know what it’s written or why, we only know it’s one for destruction and doom,” Russel frowned at her statement and he unconsciously turned his gaze to Aziza in fright. But just as the thought formed in his mind, he shook his head and pushed it away. It could certainly not be possible.

“And everyone believes this?” Aziza went on to ask while she thought of how stupid they were to believe what could easily be shown to them, yet it was hidden. Daciana gave her a nod, after which, she went quiet but she had more important things to do, like being Ivy and going for Damon again, so she got up and turned to the door. But right before she went through it, she stopped and turned to Daciana.

“How did you know about Damon?”

“I was able to penetrate your thoughts when you were in mine.” She responded. The red hair said nothing else and turned back to the door but Daciana had more to say. This time, it was no longer about Damon, it was no longer about the prophecy or how she had to return home. It was about the little girl who had been mistreated before her very eyes.

“How did you survive?” the question rolled out of her mouth almost in a low tone. Like she was scared of bringing up the topic, but Aziza’s quick sense caught it and she came to a halt.

“I went to the orchid everyday after school to look for you for a while. You never returned. When I finally saw you again, you were being treated as bait for wolves in training. Your red hair was all I needed to know that it was you and when I tried to help you, you had disappeared and they had announced that you died,” she explained further. She had not known who the red hair was and she never even knew that it was Aziza if not for the sudden spell and intrusion into her mind, she did not remember to have such memories since it was thus, far ago. But now that she remembered, she also remembered liking the red hair very much. She was beautiful and had a powerful and attractive aura about her that Daciana had liked very much. Not to talk of the fact that she loved orchids just as Daciana and they had a moment. For a child like her who did not socialise much, she had found a friend in the girl that had been called abomination and she had spent a long time looking for her. When she saw her again after so many years, they were grown up and she was in wolf training with the other packs. One day in the woods, they had seen wolves chasing after a girl. Daciana remembered the girl to have torn clothes, dirty legs as it hit harshly against the sands, woods and fallen leaves on the floor. But her hair, as it followed the wind and blew behind her, it had been like fire and blood. She had finally found her friend, but she found her too late, when she was about to die.

Aziza remembered what she was talking about, the day she had been given to death was no day to remember but it was a day she also wanted to celebrate. Second chances were the best after all.

“Let’s say I died and woke up,” she smiled bitterly and turned back to the room.

“What are we going to do about all this knowledge you have?” She changed the topic drastically.

“I can work a spell for her. You just have to be here so you can use your vampire side to compel her,” Russel responded with an edgy tone.

“Good, prepare her for tonight. I don’t want her lurking around too much,” she added and rushed off immediately after that. Russel groaned, but took a deep breath later. Her potion was ready, but he could simply give it to her later. The one she had in her system was suppose to begin its work soon already.

Time had already been wasted being there, and time was a luxury Aziza did not have. She ran back to her apartment and dashed into the room again. But this time, she looked around so she would not be taken unaware just like Sloan and Maddie had done the last time. She arranged her room, hid everything that would link her to herself and walked into the bathroom. Her eyes had gone to the scars on her body and for a moment, she still felt the sting it gave her. However, she didn’t dwell on it much. After cleaning up, she quickly prepared for work. Making sure to put on her contact lenses and wig properly, then she turned to her wardrobe to pick up what to wear when her eyes fell on a blue gown. She frowned, consciously taking note that she never had such a gown and picked it up. She dropped it on the bed and turned to the wardrobe again to search for something she knew that was hers. She never really went shopping simply because she did not have so much time to, so all she had with her were almost clothes of the same colour or designs. How dull and colourless her life was. She picked up a flare gown with black and white stripes and placed it on the bed as well. The blue gown was still there, the gown she was sure she did not buy. Who would have gotten it? and kept it in her room?

Just as the thought formed, her door was pushed open and Sloan’s scent hit her nostrils harshly.

“Good, I finally met you at home.” She retorted and crossed her hand over her chest like she was a parent about scolding a child. Ivy stared at her, again wishing she could simply get rid of this woman. But she was worse than a leech, in a good way. Dressed in a white tight-fitting gown and a black jacket, she looked beautiful. Her brown skin popped against the gown that stopped above her knees while her long legs could be seen perfectly for how it was. Her upturned eyes were masked in eye shadow and mascara yet she looked flawless, natural and completely beautiful that the red hair had to look away.

“You are lucky you are beautiful at least,” Ivy mumbled her thought. Sloan, who thought she heard wrongly, opened her mouth in shock and stared at the woman before her.

“You think i'm beautiful?” she suddenly shrieked, almost impaling Aziza’s ears.

“That’s the first time you are being so sweet,” she ran and hugged her from the side tightly. Ivy groaned and wondered if Sloan was mentally alright. The lady simply acted so much like a child and it was getting worse by the day.

“Can you get off me, I don’t like women, okay,” she pushed her away grumpily and picked up the flair gown she had brought out.

“Tsk…”

“And you had to ruin the moment by being grumpy.” Sloan retorted and glared at the woman. But the moment she saw her pick up the gown she was willing to wear, she fumed.

“Are you blind to see that you are supposed to wear the blue gown?” Ivy stopped on her tracks and turned away from the bathroom.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I bought it. I’m wearing the white, you should wear the blue,” she responded and crossed her hand over her chest. Aziza was not at home the previous day when she came looking for her. And because of that, she and Maddie had gone shopping. She really wanted to go with Ivy but since she was always not at home, she had no choice. They had shopped a lot and she even bought things for her new found friend, only, she kept them in her house because she felt that the blonde might end up burning everything in her usual grumpiness.

“Ewwwww…”

“I’m not doing that with you.” Ivy turned back to the bathroom and shook her head. She had only said they could be friends and it was already becoming the greatest mistake of her life.

“Don’t be so mean,” the tall girl frowned but Aziza was already shutting the door of the bathroom before she could continue to speak.

When she came out, she was dressed in a gown that stopped right below her knee. It suited her perfectly and hugged the right places. Aziza felt very uncomfortable when she came out of the bathroom and turned to the mirror. The gown was indeed one she had gotten but for a strange reason, it seemed shorter and tighter than what she had gotten.

“I really did not add weight from doing nothing but killing people, did I?” her thought whispered just about the time she saw Sloan grinning from behind her.

“You can look so beautiful, yet you ended up buying a gown that was three sizes bigger than you. Are you trying to hide your beauty from suitable men?” Ivy sighed, understanding what Sloan had done. It was indeed the gown that she bought, but it was not the same gown. The very annoying woman had ended up switching her gown.

“Don’t frown so much, here,” she suddenly brought out a pair of pumps and handed it to her.

“I’m not putting on heels,” Aziza pushed her hand away and turned to her wardrobe. When she opened it, she decided to find a flat but her mouth fell suddenly when she saw the wardrobe, her flats were now shoes, different colours and heels.

“I threw those things away, come on, pick one let’s go, we are late for work,” Sloan ordered with a smile on her face and turned to the door with a feeling of victory.

Ivy glared at her back as she walked away and thought of a lot of things. All were bloody and they all invited death. But she knew she could do no such thing to Sloan, not after she was trying so hard to be a friend that she did not need. Fortunately, where she kept the things that linked her to Aziza was safe and secure and hidden so no one had changed her entire wardrobe. Shutting the door, she picked up the heels that Sloan had brought out at first and put it on. She never liked heels, it was too stressful and noisy but she was not given much of a choice.

When she was ready, she grumpily picked up a glass for her eyes and went out and got into Sloan’s car. Together, they drove to the company like best of friends while they were the very opposite. She stopped at a coffee shop to get Damon a coffee and used her tablet to begin work as an assistant while Sloan talked and talked and kept talking. When they arrived, Ivy had walked ahead first, leaving Sloan in the car and had gone in, in her own bid to run away.

The moment the elevator beeped, everyone’s gaze turned to her and it remained on her like they had simply seen a ghost. She ignored them, all of them and placed her gaze in front of Damon’s office. Two guards were already stationed there to prove that he was early. Taking a deep breath, she started towards her table with her heels making the steady clanking sound as she stepped gracefully rather than make a full of herself.

“Great going, Sloan,” her thought snapped. When she got to her table, she dropped her bag and turned to Damon’s office. Just at the time that she was about to go in, the door opened wide and Damon came to view.

Her heart skipped a million miles at the sight of his face, his hair, his look. It suddenly seemed like she was just seeing him for the very first time in her life and it took her breath away. Damon came to a halt as well, his heart taking a long leap as he stared at the woman whose gaze made him burn. She was beautiful, so beautiful, it was different seeing her with a gown and heels when she was always with leather pants and jacket. His eyes trailed her body, from her slightly exposed legs to her face and when it met her blue eyes, that was hidden behind glasses then her blonde hair, he had to remember that this was not his Aziza. He frowned instantly and his heart fell. But why did it feel like her gaze was suddenly on him the moment he came outside. He had been feeling restless all day because she was simply not there and suddenly his pa came and that feeling surrounded him. Could it be that she was the one?

“Good morning, sir. I’m sorry I’m late again, you vice held me up,” Ivy quickly recovered from her dazed state faster than him.

“Here is your coffee…” she handed it over to him and smiled sweetly, bringing back the charm of the girl that died long ago. The girl that she would rather never resurrect, yet for Damon’s sake, she was willing to go to any length. Damon took the cup of coffee and stared at it, then he turned to her again. her voice sounded like Aziza, her smile made him feel strangely okay, her presence made him want to smile and her looks was even more tempting. What was happening to him? He contemplated within himself while Aziza remained still, looked him straight in the eyes and kept smiling.

“Aziza,” he called out in his mind, not understanding his feelings and stared right at Ivy to see if she could read his thoughts and get a reaction.

“That girl isn’t me, stop it,” the other woman replied grumpily and his lips spasm and curled up into a smile. Strangely, he imagined Aziza in a black get up again and with that familiar frown and cold look on her face. Yet the Ivy in front of him neither frowned nor did she move or blink neither did her smile disappear.

“Does he think I'm a fool, what kind of trick was that?” her thoughts mocked.