MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Damon promises

“Criminal investigative division huh?” Damon placed a hand on his lips and the other in his pocket. He looked around and saw the mess the detective and his squad created, then his eyes turned to Ivy. She was staring at him with those blue eyes of hers that reflected something, something dark yet bright. It caught at his heart and he dropped his hand to his side.

“You should not be here,” he turned back to the detective. He smirked and shook his head at him slightly.

“We are here for the murderer, Ivy.”

“For now,” he added.

“A criminal division has no business in my building, detective,” Damon growled, seeing a lot of reason why a girl as simple as her should not have carried that face. Of all the people in the world, she had to be a look alike of such a deadly person who was also wanted. He turned to her, his heart seeing a different person other than his Aziza. Her eyes showed innocence yet a degree of knowledge. It was like looking in a mirror, only she was the reflection of a very dangerous person. His heart ached for her and he quickly understood the danger she was in. He instantly began to think of what to do with her, something that would keep her safe, for where the red hair protected him, he had the sudden urge to protect the blonde.

“You see, that’s where you are wrong” he turned away and looked around the office again.

“The building is owned by a criminal and a family of criminals and the woman right beside you is the most wanted one yet,” he turned back to them.

“As a detective, I expected you to be smarter, especially with that surname you bear, you see,”

“Your brother was a little bit smarter, though foolish,” he pinched hard on his wound. Bishop’s eyes snapped back to him and the hate and resentment in them came back to the open as the reminder of his brother came flooding back.

“Don’t come here for stupid reasons. It would eat you up and send you to an early grave if you are not careful,” Damon continued, seeing the clear reason he was there even without being told, revenge.

“And go away already. You have no warrant to be here and should never step your feet here for anything else.”

“The woman you are looking for would only be seen if she wanted to be seen,” he said loudly.

“If she was here and if she was this woman here,” he turned to Ivy, his eyes catching a glimpse of that light that was the opposite of the darkness he always saw in Aziza’s eyes.

“You would be dead by now,” he turned back to him.

“Don’t lie to me, I’m no fool,” the detective growled.

“She is a killer and should be in jail…” he charged at Ivy again. She groaned at the sight of the angry detective and readied herself. Humans kept giving her reasons to believe how foolish they were.

Strong hand immediately grabbed her arm as it pulled her out of the way and behind the back of her prince. Damon stood in front of her like a protective shield and the detective came to a halt.

“Get out of the way,” he growled with hate and disdain.

“You see, this woman is the look alike of someone very dear to me.” Damon said calmly while his hand still held hers behind him.

“The face gives her a lot of grace with me. Not to add that I like that face too much,”

“If you must get to her, you have to pass through me and we both know you can’t do that,”

“I would advise that you take your men with you and try to not upset the red hair if you see her, she is pretty upset with me and I’m even scared of that.” He added with a final note, one that signified that he had lost his patience and would no longer like to continue the talk.

Bishop glared at him, hard and long. His anger was deep and his hate even deeper but he knew that he was right. His anger had led him there without a warrant and he could clearly see that he needed a new plan. Reluctantly, he looked away from him and turned to the elevator, then he stormed away without uttering another word and so did his men.

Damon only turned around when the elevator door shut and his eyes met hers again. Her heart skipped at the sudden closeness and she made to move away only to realise that he still held her hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked. His voice came soft, so soft, it seemed like he was a different person. Someone she knew.

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly and wriggled her hand away from his hold.

“And thank you,” she added, finding the word very strange in her mouth. it was a totally different feeling, a strange one from what she had ever felt.

“That face can literally make me do anything,” he smiled.

“Be grateful for that face, blondie,” he tapped the top of her hair gently and walked past her.

Everyone went back to work, seeing that the plan they had in mind, or rather, the one that had wanted to take away the blondie from their midst didn’t work. Grumpily, they turned back to the day’s work like nothing ever happened.

But to Aziza, it was a different case. Her heart was still pumping loudly inside her chest and walls built so high were shaking in its very foundation. It was still like a dream, one that was not scary like her other nightmares but she was scared of having it repeat itself ever again. This dream made her adrenaline pump, it made her heart beat fast and it made goosebumps fill her skin just like her nightmares. Finding it very hard to breathe, she slowly turned to the direction of the rest room and started towards it. Her legs were wiggling beneath her, her hands were shaking but she pushed herself, so hard, no one could see her weakness.

Within the confines of the restroom, she shut the door and relaxed her back against the door. Then she started taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart, soon after she turned to the sink and stormed towards it. Turning on the water, she washed her face with it, so she could wake up from the dream that she found herself in. She repeated the action again and again and again, then she raised her gaze to the very mirror. She looked different, blonde hair and blue eyes that gave her the look of an angel, but for someone who had been told who she was for as long as she lived, she could only see the red hair, the dark eyes and the red circle around them. The dark aura, the death, the curse, the scars, the marks, the blood, the rage and hell that came with her, she could see it all. Curse and abomination she could see.

The countless times she was flogged and cursed, so many times she had been pushed forward to face the danger all by herself. Pups her age, kids her age would pretend and give her a hand to get up on her feet whenever she was pushed down and when she takes their hand, they only push her back down harder. Times they pretended to be by her side only to push her forward to face the rage of the witches herself. Times she was always used as a body bag to train with, times she was made the enemy just so the pups would learn how to attack an enemy. She was placed in a cage so witches in training would learn all sorts of magic and torments they could offer. So many times, she became the blood bank for vampires as they would take turns sucking everything, every blood she had till she could no longer breathe. If anybody was to fall into a pit, while others moved back, or saved themselves, she would be pushed in. She was never saved, never protected, never shielded. But it made her strong, it made her face danger head on, her scars made her understand that there was never going to be an injury that would taint her skin more. But Damon…

He had done what no other person had done, what they could not do, what they refused to do, not even her father. Her hand went to her wrist as she touched it, the feeling of his grip lingering on her skin like it had only just happened. The way he spoke about her and shielded her like no other person ever did, opened up wounds that hurt her so badly, but it left a different feeling. Tears burned the back of her eyes as her lips shook and her legs gave in.

“Hey, hey….” Someone caught her before she reached the ground and lifted her to her full height. She knew who it was, his scent and aura a part of her that she would always know. But in her state, she did not care.

“Come on,” he turned her around so she could face him. The tears fell down as it rolled down her cheeks immeasurably. Damon's heart moved at her tears and he instantly pulled her into a hug. Her tears only made his need to protect her himself grow more than before.

“Nothing would happen to you,”

“Not from now on,”

“I promise.” His voice came hush, like that of an angel, pulling back all the promises of the past.