MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Being used

Damon adjusted the neckline of his shirt and threw his jacket over his shoulders as he tucked one hand into the sleeve, followed by the other. Dressed in a grey suit and black shirt, his silver hair made him look like a god from a comic book. He turned to the mirror and stared at his reflection, then he picked up his wrist watch and placed it swiftly on his wrist and used his hand to brush his hair one more time. A little bit of it fell on his face, giving him the deadly handsome look that everyone tripped over. Satisfied with his look, he turned away and finally paid attention to the woman on his bed. A smile came to the corner of his lips at the sight of her yet trouble filled his heart. Ever since he had a little chat with Russel, he felt troubled and wary about the red hair even when he did not want to feel that way. All morning, he had tried to not look over at his bed, so he could start off the day well, and because he had thought that he would no longer be bothered by the words of her uncle. But even as he stared at her, he realised that he had lied to himself.

He went closer to the bed and watched her calm demeanour and face as she slept like the beauty she was. Her red hair spread at the side, giving the colour of blood, yet it still remained so beautiful, he wanted to run his hand through them. Staring at her alone, warmed his heart so foolishly, but has it not always been that way when it came to her. Her beauty was beyond this world and that thought made him remember the comment about him. Most girls still called him a god, Hades or one of the Greek gods even when he looked nothing like them. Others believed he was from Asia or was simply a secret bts crew when he looked nothing like those skinny boys. He was good looking, a definition of manliness and perfection. He had trained his body from younger days and had the body of a rock, a lion, yet he still managed to remain so sexy with such a pretty face. He had always heard that he was simply out of this world yet he was staring at a woman and also thinking of the same thing. How his heart warmed up at the sight of her every time was still very nerve wracking. How he completely changes to something no one had ever seen when he was with her was also something that worried him at that moment, especially since Russel’s words still haunted his thoughts.

Wanting to think straight, he pulled his gaze away from the woman who had captured his thoughts and ran his hand through his head. She was not letting him think straight, and maybe it was because he was getting blinded by her beauty that the words of Russel skipped from his mind. But now that he was back to that, his heart dropped and his muscles tensed up. All his anxiety and stress from the previous night came back. All his life, he had learnt to always be on top, to know his enemies, and his acquaintances, to know how to make alliances and how to dispute one. He learnt the hard way how to stand alone and never to let anyone close to him. He lets you know whatever he wants you to know and truly never lets you in even if you think that he has let you in. The very thought of unconsciously letting a certain red hair in and allowing her to take a part of him so strangely without a single question asked suddenly made him nervous. He suddenly began to recount days he had just been so happy to see her, to know she was close by, to know that her gaze was on him like he had come to know all his life. Maybe it was because he had felt a strange sense of familiarity with her the first time they met. Maybe it was because he had known her even without knowing her. He had felt her, her overwhelming presence, her overwhelming gaze was one that he had always been so familiar with that when she finally showed up, he felt keen to her and had connected with her almost immediately, it looked like he had lost his mind.

He walked over to a couch at the extreme end of the room and sat down, then he crossed his leg over the other and relaxed his back on the couch. He turned back to where the red hair still laid and felt the sudden urge to smile again. But he pushed it back, finding it strange and familiar to feel so light up and foolishly happy when it came to her. The thought of being used by her suddenly made him so uncomfortable and agitated all at once. Only a few had thought about using him, a handful of foolish people who died mysteriously after. He hated staining his hands with blood, but when it has to do with people who had taken more life than count, and who pisses him off, well he would simply have to strain his hands and get them filthy. To him, he did the world a greater good by getting those bastards out of his way and out of the world. He was not an ordinary man after all, and everyone knew that, yet it seemed that Aziza was making him act differently. He groaned again and closed his hand into a fist.

What was he expecting? The strange hot tempered red hair had showed up from nowhere and had kept her eyes on him from his teen age. He had literally grown up with her and she suddenly showed up. Everyone had thought that she might either want money or something more than money which had got him nervous at first, but she had reassured him that it was not his head. Because, honestly, he was not as powerful as her. For a woman who had watched him since his teen age, she must have a million ways to kill him if she wanted to, not to add to how powerful she was. He had never doubted her intention even when he was still so ignorant about what it was. Having the voice of Russel in his head, constantly reminding him that her intentions were truly not genuine as he had hoped, made him feel wary, angered and agitated. Being used and manipulated had never seated well with him, no one had dared it after he made an example of a few and knowing that someone who had magically found her way close to his very soul was attempting to do it made him screech in anger.

“Arrrrghh,” he growled and slammed his hand against the couch, getting even more agitated.

Aziza shut up from the bed in panic and a loud gasp followed as she drew a deep breath. Damon flinched at the sudden come back and turned to the bed. Her hair was dishevelled and she was sitting up on the bed looking like an old age witch who just resurrected from the dead. She turned around to look at where she was and found Damon looking at her. A foolish smile tugged at his lips and the anger he felt was pushed away like it was nothing so easily. It tugged his memories, pushing a very distant memory, one that was blurry and distant, but special as well. A girl had walked into the room, a room filled with people and music bands, lots of chatters in the background. The room had lightened up at her sudden appearance and his initial anger he had felt for just being there had disappeared, yet that face, each time he pushed to see that face, a nasty headache pushed that memory far from him. He groaned when the headache hit him again and she frowned. She only just woke up, having a headache that would make him take those nasty drugs was not what she wanted to start her day with. He turned back to her and shook his head to push away the headache, then he saw that familiar frown on her face.

“You only just woke up and you are already frowning, when you woke up like a witch who only just resurrected, do you want to give me a heart attack?” he teased and finally let himself smile as he started towards her.

“You can’t die of a heart attack, don’t fool yourself,” she retorted and got up from the bed. Then she ran her hands through her hair in her bid to arrange it. Her harsh words seemed to make him smile even more, and it was worse that he could not stop himself yet he wondered what she meant

“What are you looking at, Damon?” Aziza groaned seeing his very charming smile.

“Geez, you are a cold-hearted human being,” he sighed.

“Oh, I’m worse,”

“Where is your bathroom?” she asked indifferently. He stared at her, seeing a lot of things to get him angry, a lot of things that no one could say to him, Damon Roxwell, yet he didn’t feel anything except this sudden warmth. He pointed his finger towards the bathroom and she walked into it like she owned the place while he waited. His mind went back to the thought of Aziza using him, and his heart dropped again. His rage returned in an instance and he balled his hand into a fist. He turned to the door of the bathroom and his mind went into a state of confusion. This woman was taking over his mind, and he was not sure if it was a superpower of hers or a stupidity of his. Yet he wanted to trust her, like he had never trusted anyone else in his life. That was a very foolish thing to want to do, since he had never trusted anyone in his life, and should probably not start with a woman who only just showed up and is making him act very stupid.

Aziza finished with herself, washed her face and groaned with the pain and weakness she felt all over. She stared at the mirror and looked at her face for a while. The memories of the previous night and the pain that threatened to tear her apart resurrected in her mind. Fortunately, Russel had come, he came very late, but at least he came. She needed to see him, for more potions, stronger ones if she had to stay fit for the task and goal ahead. If anything had gone wrong the previous night, she would never have been able to protect Damon. A werewolf had been watching her the previous day, if he had showed up in her time of weakness, then everything would have been ruined. A century and more of planning and waiting and dedicating her life to a man would have been gone. The pain had to go away, completely away so she could remain focused.

She sighed and turned to the door of the bathroom. The moment she came back to the living room, she found Damon looking angry and troubled. It might have probably had something to do with work, so she did not want to bother herself with it, yet she went ahead to ask, feeling the sudden urge to know when she should not even be concerned.

“What’s up?” she asked and mentally slapped herself the moment she said those words. Damon turned to her, his heart slowly warming up at the sight of her, but his agitation running deeper than before. He sighed and wondered if he should bring up the topic or wait till he found out the truth himself. She saw the worry on his face and found him deep in thoughts, it made her frown and somewhat worried. But she pushed that feeling away. Her stupid feelings should also not get in the way of things, not like how she had felt the previous day because of Vanessa. Wanting to heed to her own advice, she turned to the door almost the same time, her stomach growled at her. She never had that dinner before her relapse.

“Why are you keeping me safe?” Damon suddenly asked, deciding to air it out rather than remain angry at her and make things worse. Aziza stopped in her tracks, clearly not expecting such a question so early in the morning. It was something they had treated and she had told him not to worry about it before. she turned around, wanting to give him the same reply as she had once done. He would find out the truth soon, he just needs his parents to say it first and she would fill in the rest of the gaps. But when her lazy yet sharp eyes met his, she found anger laced within. Instantly she knew something was wrong.

“What is the matter?” she asked instead, avoiding his question so slyly. Damon saw what she did, and it angered him even more. He let out a smirk, understanding that it was possible that Russel was actually saying the truth. He had dealt with a lot of people to know when one was trying to avoid something or hide something.

“I have deep grudges against people who try to use me for a personal gain, Aziza,” he said coldly with his eyes going frosty and deadly on her.

“Are you one of them?” he asked, straight away and moved closer to her. her heart skipped, and her nerves kicked in immediately. Of course, she wanted to use him, but he would not have to find out yet till he had ascended the throne. He was not supposed to find out till she had power within her grasp at least. No one liked the idea of being used and being with Damon, watching him for as long as she had done, she knew that too well.

“One of them or not, right now I am your biggest ally, and I’m very hungry.” She turned around, escaping the situation and position to give him a direct answer to a very disturbing question. She could not help but wonder what even gave him such an idea. Damon stared at her back, something snapped inside his chest at her refusal to answer him. Rage soared inside him, and the familiar severe pain hit his head.

“You didn’t answer me, Aziza,” he growled at her. Waves of power washed all over her as the sound of his demons came to her ears wickedly. Cold ran down her spine, and she took note to not anger him when he had his full power, but she did not stop.

“I’m hungry, Mr. Roxwell. Whatever happened to my dinner?”