MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

If only

Russel turned to her the same moment he sensed the tension in the air. He watched as she remained stiff and sniffed the air like the predator she was. Her aura and magic became deadlier than it was from the very onset and the smell of death filling the air already. She looked like she was out for the kill and he could only feel sorry for who her next victim would be.

“What is the matter?” he started towards her cautiously. She said nothing in reply, her instinct and senses were still in full alert and she was only picking out the direction the scent came from.

“Werewolves,” she said to him and zoomed off the moment she got the direction it came from. Her speed caused him to almost fall over due to the pressure and wind that followed.

The werewolf vanished the instant she got there and the scent of whoever it was scattered everywhere making it hard for Aziza to pinpoint the direction it could have taken in an instance. She stopped and sniffed the air, ready to take whoever it was on a hot pursuit. But something clicked in her thoughts. Damon. And she stopped in her thoughts.

She groaned, anger and a pang of fear filled her inside that she zoomed back to Russel, simply refusing to keep him out of her sight. Werewolf had come for her before, and might be trying to lead her away from Damon so they could attack. But she was sure that they knew nothing about Damon yet. Still, she had to be close to him, especially when he had Vanessa with him at that point. Images of how he would take Vanessa to bed instantly popped into her thoughts and her heart clenched inside her chest as the memories locked away in her thoughts resurfaced in an instance. She growled at herself more than the fact that Damon was with Vanessa and simply hated that feeling. The moment she returned to her initial position, she set her eyes to the very seat Vanessa and Damon had sat and found them safe and partly drunk. Damon was staring at the woman in his usual cold demeanour while he took gentle sips of his drink, without emotions in his eyes while Vanessa kept giggling and laughing non stop while she gave a list of encounters and experiences she had while travelling to different countries. Her hands never kept still as it always found something to touch in his body. That woman could be up to no good and the sight of her was getting on Aziza’s last nerves. She pulled her gaze away from them with a growl and took a deep breath like that would help the familiar hurt of her demons.

“Well,” Russel asked as he stared at her warily. She only zoomed off and came back without saying a word and he was getting worried.

“I couldn’t get who it was,” she responded and sat down as she had been when he had arrived.

“That was clumsy,” he retorted and sat down beside her. Then he turned his eyes to her, his eyes and heart searching her warily. She was simply behaving strangely with him. With the intruder, even, when she was the predator amongst predators and would never give up on a chase. Yet she was sitting down there with her eyes glued to Damon more than ever.

“What happened? They might return,” he turned to the direction that she was staring at as well.

“It’s only one person,” she replied and thought of that scent again. It was familiar in a strange way and unlike a lot of gazes she had felt on her skin, this particular one was not hostile. And he had run away without seeing her, like he knew she would be coming. But then again, he could not have predicted what she would have done since no one knew of her powers. And those who found out about it, died immediately after.

“And you didn’t get him?” he protested, somewhat annoyed and disappointed.

“His scent was scattered everywhere,” she explained.

“I was not in to trailing it and certainly not in for leaving Damon alone,” she added in irritation. His brows knitted into a frown as he thought about the excuse she was giving. He was right there when she ran off, he could have easily looked after Damon if that was what she was scared of. So that could definitely not be a genuine excuse to tell him.

“Damon could have been safe and watched by me.” She snapped her eyes to him at that statement instantly. Anger roared deep within her at his lack of understanding. But then again, he never understood back then, when it all started. Pulling her gaze away from him, she thought of drunk Vanessa and Damon in the same bed. Her demons growled within her and pushed her to go out there and take Damon home right away. The thought alone was making them all go mad and crazy and still getting them scared at the same time.

“I wanted to be sure for myself,” she responded within gritted teeth.

Russel stared at her for a while, as he found her attitude stranger and somewhat familiar. Aziza was a bad tempered and foul-mouthed person with lack of tolerance and too many things that she hated. She was cold, distant, vile and brutal but was never all out on her emotions when it came to taking out threats to Damon’s life. She had shown a bit of clumsiness that he had never seen except for that one time. His eyes widened at the mere thought of it and he snapped his gaze back to her.

Aziza stared at Damon as he kept Vanessa company until she became so drunk, standing on her feet even became hard. When it was time for the both of them to leave, Vanessa stood up but the ground spun and shook underneath her and her legs gobbled. She lost her balance but as expected of Damon’s very upsetting gentleness towards her, he didn’t let her fall to the ground. He helped her and placed her hand over his shoulder while his other hand snaked underneath her waist. He tightened his hold on her, protectively and pulled her closer to him. The sight burned Aziza’s gaze, and she growled and jumped up on her feet. Her heart ached at the sight and she turned her back around sharply. Her demons growled at her, at her stubbornness to accept the mate bond. Her stubbornness to accept the feelings in her heart. It was like Deja vu all over again and she could feel those walls breaking and letting out all her secrets and emotions in which she had locked up for years. This was only sharper, more painful, more agonising than what it had felt like years ago.

She remembered those days she had watched him with longing, and the urge to be close to him. Her prince had turned out more charming than she hoped, and her heart had slowly planted a seed within it for him. Within her cold, revengeful and hateful heart, a tiny spot was kept for her prince and it had brought out emotions only a teen could have. That was the life she was supposed to live, a normal one where emotions and feelings were a part of living. She had watched him, watched him go to and fro from high school. She had watched girls go about as they yearned for his attention just as she did. Seeing him always made her hateful and wicked life better. Her stomach would burn with a beautiful feeling while her heart would beat so loudly at how cute he was. She would spend days hatching revenge, cultivating hate, and planning on her take over, but other times, she would daydream about the charming prince that had strangely caught her heart from the days and nights she had dedicated to him. But she had secrets, battles and pains too. He was so good looking, everyone wanted him, a part of him and she could not compete with that because she was always hiding away unlike the others.

Each time, someone gave him her lunch, blew him a kiss, gave him a peck, or even cut her lashes at him, she would flip and her heart would burn with rage and pain. He was her prince, her plan, her ticket but the little bud was blossoming so fast within her, she didn’t realise how bad it had been not until she had worn a beautiful gown on his school’s prom night. She had thrown away her black attire and packed her hair into a bun with a tiny flowering pin at the side of her hair. Added a bit of lipstick on her lips and looked the very best. The gown was stolen of course, because she never wanted to tell Russel about her growing affection and as beautiful as ever, she had sneaked out of the house and gone for Damon. As before, Russel thought that she was going to watch him, but this time, she was only doing it up close.

Like every other student, she had leisurely and nervously walked into the school building. Everyone and everything in their most beautiful attire as they went about their activities. They danced, giggled, cracked jokes and drank for a very long time. Fun was the theme of the night yet her prince was not having any. Damon had never wanted to be present then, he was so annoyed that his father had forced him to prom since he was always alone with his caretaker in his condo. He simply wanted to leave and didn’t see a reason to actually have to partake in such when he was still a junior in the school. At a corner, he had crossed his hand over his chest and girls flocked around him, seniors and juniors alike. But the moment Aziza stepped in, all eyes turned to her. Red hair, fair skinned, thin lips and the perfect face. She was the first of her kind and no one had seen her ever. Her hair was ever red, just like blood and the way it bounced and enlightened her face was both captivating and exceptional. Everyone had stopped what they were doing, they stopped dancing, stopped talking and all turned to her. For a moment, the entire room stood still but none of that mattered to her since her eyes were fixated on only one person. Damon of course had felt that familiar gaze on him even sharper than ever and his eyes had pulled him to that same girl. The world stood still and his heart warmed up, for the first time, light slipped into his heart and the surge ignited within him. His hidden beast roared at him and even before anything they acknowledged her. No one moved, no one spoke, and it felt deadly silence but this time, it was not the call of death that rang in anybody’s ears, this was better, it was life, it was peace, one without revenge and hate. It was beautiful and for the first time, bliss filled her heart.

Young Damon allowed a smile to break out of his lips at the sight of the beauty before him, then he started towards her, leaving everyone behind. For the first time that night, he had a perfect reason to smile or even be at that prom. Like a sleek gentleman he was, he had walked up to her and stretched his hands forward.

“Would you mind?” his voice came back like the most beautiful song she had ever heard and butterflies filled her stomach. Her cheeks heated up girlishly but the answer to his question could not come out of her mouth. so, she gave him a nod and gave him her hand as well. Perfectly matched, they walked to the dance stage and he gently glided his hand to her waist and they rocked the dance stage in the steady and straight beat of the romantic song of that night. For a brief moment, it was perfect, it was beautiful. For a brief moment, that darkness would never have overtaken her, if it had not all gone wrong.