MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

His daredevil

The office environment had suddenly become the perfect place to be due to the silence that came with the advantage of coming early to work and it had become very familiar to a certain daredevil. Her eyes had remained on the system and her tablet and the office cell for a while as she kept typing away and multitasking just as she had come to learn quickly. The silence was what she needed to calm down and ease her stress and it had worked perfectly for her. The previous nights had been a terrible one with Maddie's loud music. She almost killed the woman herself but deep down she knew that even without the loud music, she still could not sleep. Rolling from side to side with the familiar nightmare torturing her was not the best thing, so she had woken up early and ran to work to escape killing her room mate and to start the days work.

Sounds of people coming in and going out soon enough filled the office as she was the very first to come to work on that day. Dear Aziza had been waiting for everyone to come to work already, but not entirely everyone. One man was what she wanted, the man she wanted to see was Damon. It had been days since she created a scene and got upset with him. She had been so angry and had told Russel to take care of the man she protected herself till her anger was pacified. But she missed him, especially at the office. He had not been to work for a long time and though Russel kept saying that he was perfectly okay, she was worried. She had never been so far from him, she had never stayed days without seeing him and had never allowed someone else to watch if he was in danger or not. All those years of being close to him, they had become a part of each other in ways no one could understand. She could only bear the burden.

.

Looking away from her laptop, Ivy turned to the elevator as it beeped again but once again, her heart dropped when she found yet just another employee instead of Damon.

"Maybe I should go and see him," her thought whispered to her. She shook her head, her adamant and proud self refusing to listen. He had hurt her badly. He had rekindled old wounds and resurrected nightmares in her heart. He had become the reason for her sleepless night even when her devotion was to him alone. No, she would not see him, not yet, not until he realises what he did, not until her heart stops hurting.

"But when will that be?" She mumbled.

Hurting for what he said and the wounds he opened was one thing, hurting because the man she had gotten accustomed to seeing everyday and every time seemed so far away was more painful.

"You are here," someone's voice pulled her away from her thoughts and she turned to the direction of the voice. Charles was looking down at her with a nasty glare and she could not help but roll her eyes.

"Should I be at your house?" She retorted and relaxed into her chair.

"So what? So you can kill me too?" He snapped coldly. Her eyes widened at him and anger slowly spread through her veins like the blood in them. He had been coming at her more than usual especially due to Damon's absence and she was getting tired of it. But whispering caught her ears and she looked around to find the other employees looking at her weirdly. For the first time, she took note of the fear in their faces and the hatred within their eyes. Something was going on, something she didn't know yet.

"Charles ..." She turned back to the secretary and forced a smile.

"I have work to do," she responded instead rather than the venom she was going to unleash. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped for a second. He was not happy hearing such, he was not expecting such from the woman before him for he knew who she was already. There was no need pretending anymore.

"Please leave," she added and turned back to her laptop.

Reluctantly he left and her thoughts invaded her once more. The tension in the air had finally come to her once she took her eyes off work and her mind off Damon. The hate in the glares and the scorn on their faces was all too familiar. What was going on? The office was never a friendly environment to her but something was different.

"Hey," Sloan's harsh voice softened the murmuring and whispering and pulled her out of her thoughts as she slammed her hands against Aziza's desk. She flashed the woman she weirdly liked a frightening glare. Aziza turned to her, her furry running deep and her heart suddenly having a taste for blood. Her eyes revealed her bloodthirsty feeling as the blue in them suddenly turned dark.

Sloan took a step back at the sight and her heart skipped a beat. The woman she had been with just days ago, the one who was so cheerful yet somewhat hostile, the same woman she read about in the news. She was so angry when she saw the newspaper and blogs. For the same woman, the imposter, the pretender was the same assassin that the entire world was talking about, only she had red hair instead of blonde and looked like the devil himself. She had wanted to confront her and do something more to her for deceiving her and being a criminal as well but now that she stood before her, the sudden dark look and the feeling that made her skin grow cold made her think otherwise.

"This," she mumbled fearfully and dropped a newspaper on her desk. Aziza pulled her glare away from the annoying woman and picked up the paper. Her heart skipped and her eyes went wide at the very sight of Damon standing beside a red hair while they watched a pile of bodies burn. It was a good scene if only her face wasn't showing. The colours in her face disappeared and her bewildered reaction confirmed the thought of everyone.

"This is the reason for all the whisperings," her thoughts confirmed as she tried to put herself together. She was not supposed to be in the papers, her face was not supposed to be published for she still carried that face to work. It was supposed to be a secret if her plans were to work and they had to work. She was not going to let them fail, not yet.

Slowly, she stood up from her seat, pretending to stumble a little with her eyes fixed on the paper in her hands and her look of horror and fear.

"What the hell?" She mumbled breathlessly and turned to Sloan with a more innocent look.

"That's not me," she mumbled to the hearing of a few, reading their many accusing thoughts, fear and judgement.

"It's not me, you know this Sloan," she grabbed the hand of the woman who brought the news to her to add more flair.

"I was at the restaurant with you, remember. I never left except during the time at the restroom that I...." She paused and lowered her gaze feigning embarrassment.

She remembered what she had told Sloan when she returned to the restroom after her slaughter. Fortunately, she had returned in time before the woman stormed into the bathroom, angrily. She had finished putting on her clothes and was staring at the mirror to be sure she forgot nothing when she came in.

"What the hell?" Sloan snapped.

"If you don't want to have lunch with me, say so rather than hide in here like a fool," she added.

"No...," Aziza entered, though hating the way she spoke to her yet making sure to play her part.

"I..." She paused and lowered her gaze like the naive and shy person she tried hard to sell.

"I have a running stomach." She mumbled in embarrassment.

"Probably food poisoning and...."

"Oh..." Sloan entered feeling guilty for accusing her wrongly.

"Oh my! I'm so sorry, truly sorry," she went closer to her and that was how her story was sold.

"Yes....." Sloan entered, remembering the event that took place that day. Once again, she felt guilty for openly accusing the poor girl.

"That can't be," someone growled amongst the employees and everyone turned to her. Dressed in a formal look, white blazers and had brown wavy hair.

"They have the same face," she continued, her voice filled with hate and annoyance. Aziza turned to the woman ruining her act and resisted the urge that wanted blood.

"That I don't understand as well but....."

"Shut up you wretch," the lady snapped at her harshly. Aziza did as she was told and smiled widely at the lady. She could tell that the lady's hate was driven by something more than a picture and news.

"We can't stay in the same office with a woman who would end us at any time." She turned to the other employees. Most were on their feet and were all nodding their heads in agreement.

"A criminal, a murderer. You should be locked up or killed...you have no...."

"Shut up," Sloan intervened. Her voice lost its sweetness and cheerfulness that Aziza knew and to her surprise it went quiet like she had some kind of authority over them.

The silence that followed enabled the beeping sound of the elevator door to be heard and it opened up. The silence instantly became deathly and the familiar scent of the man she had been waiting for hit her nose. Her eyes snapped to the door and for a second there, her heart beat tripled and her skin ran hot when her eyes met his brown ones. He looked heavenly and devilishly handsome all at once and his silver coloured hair made him even more magnificent. The black suit and the matching turtleneck shirt he wore inside made him look elegant and royal. He was her prince after all and if he didn't possess such demonic features that could lead anyone to sin, how would he become her demon king.

A smile curved Damon's lips as his eyes met that familiar face that wouldn't let him sleep and for a moment his heart rejoiced. Though it wasn't her, he was rather pleased and satisfied. For the first time in days, his heart relaxed under his skin, it eased the burden in his bones and relaxed his troubled heart like magic. The effect of those eyes was familiar. Where the other made him feel safe, secured and watched over with peace, this made him relax and worry less. He could make due with this, for somehow, he needed that face in his life.

"One of you looks pleased to see me at least," he said referring to the smile on her face and she looked away instantly, embarrassed for the first time, yet happy to see him.

"What's going on here?" He turned to the other employees who were still standing. They all lowered their gaze out of fear and no one dared to speak.

"Do not make me repeat myself, what's going on here?" He growled when no one said a thing. His voice became familiar to the very angry one that he had used to open up her scars and nightmares. Just as quickly as the excitement to see Damon kicked in, it disappeared and the agony brought by his words returned sharply.

"Well sir," Charles came in and stood in front of Damon.

"The employees do not want to stand working with a blood thirsty android," he said and stole a sneaky glance at Aziza then back at Damon. He froze when he met the cold gaze of Damon and he took a step back.

"What employees?" He growled harshly and it went quiet. No one said a thing, not with his presence and definitely not with his voice.

"Would the employees speak up?" He yelled, shaking the entire room with his authority and a bit of his powers. Goosebumps filled everybody's skin and their heart left their skin. Damon's anger only increased when no one spoke and his eyes snapped towards Ivy's direction. His gaze softened instantly and his joy was almost close to what he felt with Aziza around.

His gaze on her pulled her eyes towards him and once again their eyes met.

"She isn't an assassin," he started, not once taking his eyes of her.

"And even if she is, no one has the right to gang up against her," he yelled.

"But sir...." The lady with brown wavy hair entered and stepped forward nervously.

"If she is an assassin, she needs to be in jail. I won't work here with a slutty assassin" she found her boldness. Damon smirked and forced his gaze away from Aziza, the warmth disappearing to the opposite as it met the lady.

"Whose company is it?" He growled and she took a step back, realising that she should have kept quiet.

"Yours," she mumbled.

"Now get out," he growled as he looked around.

"And if you dare speak against her one more time, then my daredevil will be here within minutes." He yelled proudly.

"The recent news has told you how angry she can get." He smirked and Aziza's heart warmed up.