MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Doom and a prophecy

Aziza frowned at the very words she heard and ended the call immediately after. She turned back to Damon’s house and immediately shut her eyes when she saw him naked.

“Bastard,” she cursed underneath her breath and looked away. When she was sure that he was done, she rushed back into his room. Damon was fixing his shirt in front of the mirror when that power wave washed all over his skin and Aziza appeared behind him. He smiled cheekily at her and suddenly thought of how he was naked few moments ago.

“Thank God that you did not come earlier than this.” His words could not be any funnier and it had made her grin knowingly at him. Instantly he frowned and wondered why she was so happy, then he remembered that she could stay far off building and still watch him. His ears heated up immediately and he turned around.

“Don’t tell me you see me naked,” his voice sharp with anger and his ears red with embarrassment.

“I’m not you, Damon. And I respect you, somewhat, so I never look,” she replied honestly. There was a time she never cared about such and still looked anyway, but that was years ago when she only met him, when she felt something. After the incidents, she buried her feelings and anything that would push those feelings out including lusting and ogling him. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned away. His privacy was important to him, especially that privacy. But he suddenly thought about her words and turned to her again.

“What do you mean by you are not me?”

“I’m not a man w***e in secret,” she pushed out harshly. Anger slowly rose inside her and so did bitterness at the images of him and different women. Images of him and the woman he had loved in college, the one that died in the explosion that was supposed to kill him, filled her memories. Each time she remembered the hurt, the countless women he had been with, the image of Maeve seemed to be the very first she saw. She was the very person to steal from her. She stole him from her.

“I’m not a w***e, mind your language,” Damon frowned and turned back to the mirror.

“Oh, tell that to the 234 women who you have been after you ended college. You can’t even remember their name,” she retorted coldly even when she did not mean to, thinking about it was aggravating alone. Distress suddenly came on him and fear overwhelmed him. fear and surprise when he realised that she had indeed seen him all those times, those nights he had been with several women. It was embarrassing to imagine that she had watched them, watched him sleep with women. It was like watching porn, but this time, she was there in person. His eyes turned red again and he suddenly felt uncomfortable like he had been caught by his girlfriend cheating. Strangely, that thought made him feel at ease and a smile appeared on his face.

“You keep count of the women I sleep with?” he turned around. Aziza’s eyes dropped and heat washed over her, especially on her cheek when she realised what she had said and how she sounded like a jealous lover when she had no such right.

“I’m jobless, except watching you, I needed a different hobby,” she tried to escape knowing that he might think of something very foolish if she encouraged him.

“Counting the number of women I sleep with was the only thing you could pick from the thousands,” he smiled. He was not sure of why he was happy, or why he was teasing her about it, but he was suspicious of something.

“The number was much, it was a more fascinating thing to do,” she lied and turned away from him, cursing beneath her breath and the choice of discussion she had to bring up.

“Miss Aziza,” Damon grinned and walked towards her.

“Are you sure you don’t like me?” Her heart dropped and dread settled at the pit of her stomach.

“No,” she turned to him with fierce eyes. Shocked at the sudden coldness, he moved away from her, seeing that he had gone too far. She was only there to protect him, not be friends or to flirt with him. She was not like the others, the women who he only had to look at and they would come running. He had to remember that and remind himself that he had to take control of himself again.

“I’m so….”

“I will be going home for a while. Please, ask your guards to keep their eyes open,” she interrupted and turned away.

“Wait…where are you…” he panicked and thought of the attacks she had saved him from. If she was not available, he might as well just remain indoors because so far, she had been his saviour. But then again, he was Damon and even without her gaze on his skin, he was capable.

“Never mind,” he entered and turned away. She left immediately after, ignoring him and hating herself for not being able to control herself when she was with him. She had stated things she should not, she had remembered things she could not and even as she turned away from him, she felt a sting in her heart urging her to remain by him, like he was pulling her with an imaginary rope.

Pushing all this aside as she had done for a long time, she did a routine check for hours to check everything, every route and everywhere she thought he would go before going to Russel.

He was in the kitchen, with an apron tied around his waist when she came in. The smell of coffee filled her nostrils and she followed it. A cup of latte was right at the table and a plate of pancakes with it. She picked the cup, took a sip and sat down, then she dug into the food like it was originally hers.

“Did your Damon not make you breakfast?” Russel snorted. His tone reminded her so much of the argument that they had before. she was not one to easily forget, so she ignored him. He finished with the dishes and turned to her as she ate.

“Do you know if that was for me?”

“You can make for two,” she retorted and he glared at her. The dish was truly not for him, it had been for her because he knew how lazy she was in the kitchen. He would always drop a meal for her as quickly as he could whenever he knew that she was coming over, because he knew how she was dedicated to keeping Damon safe that most times, she forgets that food is a part of human existence. But seeing how ungrateful she had remained for years now was making him regret his action. He can’t remember her ever saying thank you to eating a meal she finds on the table ever or hearing her talk nicely. And she had become worse after their argument the previous day.

Aziza rushed the food and gulped down the cup of coffee and got up from the chair she stood without paying much attention to Russel. She could only think about returning to Damon as quickly as possible.

“Where is she?” She turned to the room she had left Daciana the previous day. Russel refused to answer her and instead glared at the dish she had left unattended to at the table and sighed heavily.

When she entered Russel’s room, she found Daciana on the bed, deep in slumber and properly dressed and could not help but grin. She knew it must have been difficult for him to touch her or look at her, yet he did.

“She is still out, just as you ordered,” he entered in a very sarcastic tone.

“I don’t want her shifting and killing you, in case she is not what she claims to be,” she explained.

“I’m touched you care about my life. I wish you can just think of better ways of elongating my life span,” he entered and she flashed him a glare. He always had a way of being dramatic and she did not have time for it.

“You can die if you want to die, Russel. I’m not the one killing you,” she moved closer to the bed and sat beside the sleeping Daciana. He scoffed and glared at her, then he thought of her disrespectful, ungrateful, cold and wicked ways, then he thought of his blood pressure. That was enough to kill him. He was even sure that if he died, it was simply because of her.

“Russel, I have to return to Damon, stop glaring at me like I stole something from you,” she groaned. Thinking of how she wanted to go back to Damon made him frown and reminded him of his plan and wish for her. Aziza had to turn human, remain in the human world and live happily. Daciana’s thought was proof, the things happening in the supernatural world were enough to keep her away from that world and yet it seemed like Damon was pushing her into it.

He sighed and moved closer to her, then he sat at the other side of the bed and gently placed his hand on Daciana’s head. Aziza did the same and shut her eyes and he immediately started muttering incoherent things under his breath. Almost immediately, she was flung out of her body and wind rushed past her, feeling like she was falling till it pushed her into Daciana’s thought.

Werewolves were gathered and a woman was talking to them. She looked powerful, seemed powerful and was dressed elegantly. Her hair was laid back straightly and the red gown she wore hugged her body tightly while her black heels made her legs look long and beautiful. She was a vampire, they were the only ones with such high taste in things. Beside her was someone else, a lady as well, older than her. She was blonde, with a short bob and crossed her hand over her chest. She was dressed in a gown as well and was simply wearing a flat. She had eyes of wisdom and looked beautiful and was really attentive to what the vampire was saying. With her looks, one could tell that she was a witch, they were the only ones who could age faster than the other supernatural beings. No doubt, they all had immortality, all factions and entities, but most had longer longevity than the others. The witches had shorter ones and they were never the type to look elegant, or expensive. Beside her stood a man. Blue eyes, the body of a rock, a strong aura and a cold look on his face. Dressed in jeans and t-shirt, he carried power. An alpha werewolf and just right by him was another man. Dressed in a suit, blonde hair, green eyes, a beautiful face, so beautiful, it could be compared to Damon’s. Only Damon was way hotter, too handsome to be compared like that. He had an amused look in his eyes and was smiling from ear to ear, like a playboy he was. A demon. All entities of the supernatural were gathered in a place and they were speaking to a group of people. The same werewolves Aziza had killed when they attacked.

“No stone unturned, we want whoever it is here or else it might be the end for us. The oracle is anxious, and would definitely not spare us if you don’t succeed,” the vampire finished speaking. Kane, the mate, ex mate of Daciana scoffed and turned to the vampire.

“It’s just a person, how important or powerful can she be to bring all of you together?”

“Our doom,” the alpha spoke. His voice held so much authority, so much power, they had frozen in place at the very sound of it.

“There is a prophecy in the air, it was gone long ago but it’s back again. Our world would be exterminated, annihilated and everything we have created would be gone, down to ashes if you don’t.”