MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

It all comes together

Electricity jolted into Aziza so strongly, it felt like a lightning bolt and it made her jerk that she pulled her fangs away from his skin. Damon pulled back with a groan, the air around him suddenly going still and his head light. He bent down to stable himself from falling over and placed his elbows on his knees, then he shut his eyes tightly.

The world was spinning around him, his legs were weak, his breathing rather high but that feeling lingered. There was nothing good about a vampire sucking your blood but this had something to it. It was astonishing, beautiful and dangerously enticing. He stood to his full height slowly and found his gaze on Aziza. His heart skipped a mile at the beauty in front of him and a smile appeared on his lips. Earlier she had looked like a corpse, or rather still, a mummy who was simply about to die. Earlier she had no colour, no beauty, no life. But now…his heart sang in a certain song.

Aziza found his gaze as she stared at the man in front of her. Feelings were running wide and confusion was setting in. The familiar words replayed in her head and the pull, the fire in her heart burned like no other. What was she supposed to feel? Anger, love, annoyance, or the bond that had her trapped, or maybe betrayal. It was understandable to be just as confused but when those eyes lingered on her for a while longer, then a smile appeared on his lips. Her heart caught in her chest and those feelings and confusion completely disappeared. The world suddenly stood still and everything made sense. From the very beginning.

Finally, she could understand, she could feel the connection, the strength, the pull. All questions were now answered, all confusion had been settled and it was now as peaceful and calm as still water or maybe it was now as troubling as a volcano about to erupt

Years back, she had been brought to the human world to live a normal life. So, she thought. She had actually wanted to die and had believed that she died. Not till she woke up in that tiny room. It was bigger than anywhere she had ever slept in, it was better as well with a comfortable bed, a desk, a table, a wardrobe and even her own bathroom. Maybe it was her heaven, maybe she finally got taken away from those evil people just as they wanted. Just maybe the gods decided to have pity on her, the cursed child and had given her peace in the abode of the afterlife. Just maybe, it was all over and for once she could live though she was dead.

That thought had made her smile for the very first time and her heart had lighted up like the sun. When the door opened and a man came walking in with a tray in his hand. The smile she had on her face disappeared instantly and she jumped up from the bed and ran to a corner till her back was right against the wall. She stared at him warily and with fear. There was no reason to be scared anymore, no need to feel fear but with all she had been through, no one had the right to tell her that. But even as she stared at him with panic and fear, she could tell that he was different. And when he flashed her his perfect set of teeth and stared at her with eyes that understood more than it should. Her muscles relaxed. He dropped the tray he held on her bed and moved a distance away from it like he knew that she was scared. Yet he was not angry but was rather understanding.

“You should be hungry,” he began. His voice was so soft, too soft, it was unlike what she had ever heard. Not even a woman had such a soft voice. Truly, he did not sound like an angel or a musician, or magical being he simply just had the voice that told her, it was going to be fine, I won’t hurt you no more. Unlike what she had heard all her life, there was no contempt, no hate, no annoyance, no rage. His eyes on her were so soft, he neither looked at her with disgust nor resentment. It might not have been love but it was the best thing to have ever happened to her in all her life. Slowly, her muscles relaxed and she found herself coming out from where she had hidden as she took one step at a time and stopped right beside the bed.

“I didn’t know what you liked,” he continued and she gave him a nod. Words refused to form in her mouth, not just because she was so thirsty but because she had learnt to remain mute and simply lowered her head most of her life.

“Enjoy,” he added and finally left her to her peace. She sighed softly in relief and turned to the tray. It looked better than what she had ever tasted and she wondered where she was for the very first time.

That was the first time her magic ever came to view, the first time she envisioned someone, the very first time the possibility of being a witch manifested. That same time, pain hit her so hard, it affected her ears and nose and eyes. Someone was screaming, something was screaming, like a roar. It was harsh and angry but it was deafening and painful and calling to her. She placed her hand against her ears as she fell to the ground while blood came out from it. It tore at her membrane and her skull, making her wish for death and an early way home already. The man who had only just left, ran back into the room and found himself behind the little red hair as she screamed in agony. Then it came, like a flash, it zoomed so fast but she saw him.

In a white garment, a boy laid still on a hospital bed with a plug to him. He was slightly older than her, but was very small for his age. She could see the nurses beside him, she could see his mother at a distance with tears in her eyes as she allowed them to check on him. He was so beautiful even at a young age with long lashes, round cheeks and thin lips. But what was more enchanting to her, was the strangely colored hair he had. Silver. Then it turned dark, so dark and quiet and the pain in her head seized. Then she heard the sound of the beeping, the beeping annoying sound of life support, then the very faint beat of his heart. Like it felt her presence, it slowly came alive, it slowly increased its pace. Slowly, life returned as his heart beat increased and rejoiced till it was loud enough to make her smile then she slipped into unconsciousness.

If only she knew what that vision meant a long time ago. She told no one, not even the man who found her, the man who became her uncle. Instead, she found her way to the hospital herself after realising that she was not dead after all. It was a saddening revelation but it gave her something more, something to hold onto. Something strong to look up to, something dark and consuming me. If the gods had allowed her to live, then they knew what was going to happen next. They knew how it was going to end up and they had given her the opportunity to carry on what she must.

Little Aziza had gone to see the boy days later, but he was out of comatose already and was better. She dared not go too close, from a distance, she felt him, she felt it, while she stood and watched him walk the hallway with an aid, a nurse and guards beside him. Then her darkness grew alongside, an urge, an undeniable urge to watch him. Her eyes had remained on him for so long, she did not realise it till he stopped and turned to her. Their eyes met and his scent clogged her, telling her who he truly was and opening her eyes to why she was truly born. And for the first time, showing her the abilities that she possessed.

Aziza had thought that it was part of the plan of the gods. Revenge, darkness, and hate was their way of giving her solace. She thought they gave her a chance to make them all pay, a chance to have her abilities to the fullest and still have power in the palm of her hands. She thought she only had one purpose in life, just one and it was spelt ‘revenge’

But it suddenly became clearer. She had been brought to the human world for him all along. That was why she had that vision the very first time she sniffed the air the humans breathed. That was why she knew him the very instance she saw him and it was undeniably one of the reasons she had watched him like he was her child. Protecting him was her goal, to keep him safe, get his powers back and return him to where he truly belonged in their world as king where she would hold the ultimate power for being his guardian. Then she would have so much power within her grasp, for a single office beside the king was power enough. With such powers, she would make them all pay, make them all know what it meant to be helpless. If only she knew that she was only being directed to keep him safe for he was not only the true heir to the throne but because he was her mate, her one true mate.

“No,” Aziza screamed as she went down memory lane.

“No,” she screamed again and placed both hands on her hair.

“Are you okay?” Damon panicked and went closer to her and took hold of her hand.

“Get your hands off me,” she snapped and snatched her hand away from his as she flashed him a glare with her pupils revealing her powers once more. Taken aback, he moved away from her, hurt and confused but before he could say another word, a guard walked in.

“The place has been surrounded here by cops.” Damon groaned inwardly at the thought of Bishop coming in to take Aziza away.

“Let them in,” she responded and turned to the transparent window that showed the city outside.

“Aziza,” he called out to her in panic, knowing exactly what was going on in her mind. He moved even closer to her and took her hand again. He knew she could handle herself and had no right to even move so close but the thought of having her leave was suddenly so unbearable.

“Do not touch me, Damon,” she snapped her head to him. Flashing him those murderous eyes once more like he was nothing but a criminal. Then the light tripped off and his heart skipped. In an instance it was back on but Aziza was gone.

His heart fell and anger rose within them, then he balled his hand into a fist and grinded his teeth together.

“What did you do?” Russel asked from behind him, catching all that had happened and was confused as well. He turned to him, his eyes holding more anger than the look the red hair had. His aura was cold and wicked and the temperature immediately turned up and went instantly hot. Russel took a step back from him, fear taking over his heart and his mouth snapping shut. He said absolutely nothing wrong yet their temper was ready to kill him.

Damon walked past him and out of the hospital in anger, seeing absolutely no need to be there anymore. He was not even supposed to have brought her out in the first place. His guards followed behind him instantly and everyone cleared away from the hallway when they felt him coming. Something deadly about him suddenly filled the air and tightened their hearts with terror. The blood stain on his shirt and hands also did not help matters

Cops ran into the building in their normal procedures with guns in their hands and vests on their bodies. This time, they were more than before, or the last two times and had a lot more weapons with them. Damon, seeing this, smirked wickedly and the cops came to a halt. Then Bishop walked in like a tyrant ready to unleash hell as he locked eyes with Damon.

“Where is she?”

“Are you with a warrant this time around?” Damon teased coldly and walked past him like he wasn’t even there.

“Go home Bishop. She would only be caught if she wants to be caught,” he yelled so everyone could hear loud and clear that she had left.

“And if I were your men, I would stop coming out with you on this particular case,”

“She had been in a very moody state late, upsetting her more isn’t an option,” he added with a dreadful feeling at the pit of his stomach and slight pain in his heart at the way she had behaved earlier.