MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Bringer of death

Damon stared at Aziza, as she shot her bone back to its position. He still did not understand what happened. One minute, he was with the senator and his daughters, bored and relaxed as they spoke none stop. And the next thing he knew he was on top of Aziza on top of a car.

“Seriously,” Aziza growled at him when she saw that he was still standing there moping at her like he did not just hear what she said. But before she could go into scolding him, that sound came again. Familiar sound of gun cracking followed by a bullet moving through the air. She shot up, ignoring her bones and injuries and took Damon as she ran away from the bullet. Damon only felt the rush of wind as it passed through him till, he found himself in his car.

“This is bullet proof, right?” she questioned. He turned to the door, confusion written all over his face. He was still very slow in understanding what had happened and had gaped at her, but she groaned and her eyes went darker. Those familiar red lines circled her pupils and he realized that she was angry.

“Yes,” he said inaudibly but that was all she needed. She shot the door with a loud bang and disappeared with the speed of light. But suddenly zoomed back and bent down to the car’s window.

“Stay,” she said and sped off again, igniting something in his memory with the way she had ordered him like he was some pup who needed treats.

Aziza wasted no time in running through all the high buildings that were fixed around as she grabbed each assassin that had been sent to him. She waisted no time in beating any up and flung them through the building in one particular direction, the side of Damon’s car. He flinched when the first person dropped beside his car and moved closer. He dared not open the door but he was close to the window enough to see the man whose head and legs were facing the wrong direction. But then another fell on him, his condition worse than the other. His skull smashing against the ground and breaking immediately, then another followed. He was shot first, because he was bleeding. For over a minute, bodies fell on top of bodies and more came till they stopped coming.

Aziza zoomed back to him and he turned to her. She had tied all the guns the assassins had wanted to use and dropped it on top of their body. Her eyes were still in that dangerous look as she stared at the bodies in front of her. Then his guards came surrounding her. They flinched at the bodies that were on the floor and cringed in fright when she lifted her gaze to stare at them.

“You all are useless,” she growled at them. Damon came out of his car knowing that it was safe and turned to her. He wanted to say something, but could not begin to find the perfect words. He was shocked and speechless. Yes, she had told him that she protected him from danger. He had seen a video of her killing influential men who had wanted him dead, she had directed him on the route to take and had seen her in his office when she killed off people who came for him. But those were in videos, in the dark and simply mere say. He had not seen her in action like he was just seeing. He had not seen the bodies himself and had not seen how she went about saving him. Yes, he was speechless.

“And you,” she snapped her attention from the guards to him. The look in her eyes made him scared, he had seen that look before but he felt that her anger was directed at him. He was a man who never got scared but this woman in front of him was getting him scared.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, wondering why she was so angry at him.

“What do you mean by did you do something wrong? I had asked that you take……” she paused and jammed her lips together just in time. she was not supposed to say that. He was supposed to take her to his lunch as Ivy and not Aziza but to him, she was a mere assistance and she did not have the right to get angry over it.

“Don’t ever sit so close to a window,” she said instead and turned away. He scoffed at the way she ordered him around, no one except for his mother could do that to him. But he did not find it strange or get annoyed by it, he found it funny and liked the feeling that came with it.

“Not sitting close to the window won’t save me from a sniper,” he said and her eyes snapped back to him. Anger and rage swelled in her heart at the way he sounded so casual over something that would have killed him. He was taking it all as a joke and she did not find it funny. Damon realized that he should not have said that when he saw the look in her eyes and jammed his lips together, then he turned to the bodies she had piled in his name.

“How will you get rid of this?” he questioned and she scoffed.

“What?” he turned to her and placed his hand behind his back.

“You created the mess, you should clean it up,” he added. Her eyes went wide at the outrage and her heart swelled with even more anger.

“Why is he still alive?” her thoughts whispered to her and she groaned, when she got her answer.

“Okay,” she said between gritted teeth. She turned to his car and opened the fuel tank.

“What are you doing?” Damon turned to her but she turned to him and smirked. Then she ripped the sleeve of her jacket and walked over to the gun that laid on the floor. She picked one up and went back to his car. She tied the piece of her ripped jacket to the tip of the sniper and pushed it into the car tank. When she brought it out, it smelt of diesel?

“Give me a light,” she ordered as she turned to a guard. He furrowed his brows at her and she glared at him.

“I know you smoke, don’t act so clueless and give me a light,” she growled at him. He flinched and immediately dug his hand into his suit jacket. He brought out a light and she snatched it away from him and turned to the pile of bodies, then she turned on the light.

“No…” Damon protested realizing what she was about to do but his words fell on deaf ears. She dropped the sleeve of her jacket and dropped the light, then fire ignited. She smiled and turned to him.

“There, all taken care of,” she said. He glared at her, anger washing over him at the way she handled things but no matter how angry he got, he could do nothing to her. She crossed her hand over her chest as she saw the iciness in his eyes and moved closer to him, daring him to do a thing. But his eyes caught a flash and he snapped out of his anger. They were surrounded by people, a lot of them.

“Go, no cameras or pictures,” he growled at his guards and most of them fled. He turned his eyes back to the bodies burning and groaned. She was only implicating him by burning their bodies in such a public place. He turned to her, ready to reprimand her for what she did when someone’s scream pierced through his ears. His eyes snapped back to the restaurant and his heart squeezed inside his chest as the thought of one person clouded him. He bolted into a run and ran back into the restaurant.

Aziza groaned when she saw the woman who yelled and ran into the building. She went straight for the table Damon was sitting and stopped. Then she stared at the dark hair lady who was on the floor beside a man with guards surrounding her. She made no move to make her presence known, but rather waited for Damon to get there. When he did, he ran to their direction and the guards surrounding her moved away. He fell beside the senator and his heart fell with a pang of guilt. His daughter cried and wailed none stop while her hands remained on the bullet wound that was still bleeding out. But even while she applied pressure on his injuries, he knew that the inevitable had happened and he was already dead.

“This is my fault,” his thoughts cried in his head as the tears and wails of the cheerful woman who had come out for lunch with him filled his ears.

“Please do something,”

“Please,” she cried and grabbed his jacket with her bloody hands while she continued crying. His heart moved and ached in more ways than it should. He was Damon Roxwell, a man who could say he had no heart to feel, but again, no one had died because of him. No, let’s correct that, no innocent person had died because of him. They were only having lunch and talking and getting him bored and laughing. He was alive and the assassins had not even come for the senator but him. How….?

Realization dawned on him and he got up immediately and turned to Aziza. She had her hand crossed over her chest as she stared at the scene in boredom.

“The bullet that hit him was….”

“For you,” she replied knowing exactly what he was going to say.

“But I pushed you out of the way just in time,”

“Unfortunately, it still made sure it had a victim,” she said coldly and dryly without a form of remorse in her voice. The senator’s daughter turned her eyes to the woman who was speaking and her eyes went wide. Not just with shock because she knew the red hair everyone was talking about, but because she sounded so inhuman and had been the reason for her father’s death.

“You,” she charged at her but Damon got in the way immediately and held her hand.

“You b***h, you killed my father,” she cried and growled at the same time as she fought against Damon to let her go while Aziza stared at them with a smirk on her face.

“Get your hands off me,” she kicked him and snatched her hand away from his grip.

“You are protecting her, she should die, she should rot in jail. And I will make sure of that,” she glared at him.

“I’m protecting you, Vanessa,” Damon responded darkly.

“Take a good look at her.” she moved her gaze from Damon to the woman who was behind him. Her eyes were dark with red lines around her pupils and cold. It suddenly gave her the chills and the look in her face generally was inhuman.

“She would snap your head without thinking twice,” he added and Aziza grinned widely. Vanessa moved away from him and went back to where she was beside her dead father while Damon turned to Aziza. He flashed her accusing glare and she rolled her eyes at him.

“Don’t be so ungrateful,” she said.

“Can’t you help bring him back?” he asked and her eyes went wide. He looked away seeing that look on her face, he had not wanted to ask that, but he was not supposed to die for him.

“What? am I a cyborg?” she teased.

“Ohhhh, I remember,”

“I’m an android. What? do they bring people back from the dead now?” she continued jokingly, finding it funny that he was accepting that she was more than an android without admitting it. Typical Velaryon.

“Well, you are not a robot, are you?” he turned his eyes to her with a hard look. She smiled at him, a smile that made him fold his hand into a fist.

“Do you think I’m a robot?” she moved closer to him and he hardened his eyes at her. She was being really petty and difficult at a time that she should not.

“No,” he admitted within gritted teeth and she smiled.

“Good boy.”

“Well, save him,” he growled. She scoffed at him and turned her gaze to Vanessa and her father, then back at him.

“Why should I?” she asked. His headache struck him as an immense increase of cortisol flooded his blood stream.

“You killed him,” he growled. Her eyes widened and rage flooded her.

“I saved you,”

“You could have saved him too,” he took a threatening step towards her.

“My duty is to you and you alone, Damon. Any other victim along the way should find his or her own guardian angel,” she blew hot. Damon eyes went wide at her words and he moved away from her as he was taken aback by the rage, death and aura that exuded from her. It was cold, it filled his skin and heart with fear, but it was more than fear, it was terrifying and bone wrecking.

“You could have saved him,” he mumbled.

“My aim was to kill your assassins, Damon.” She lowered her voice seeing that his was low too. He shook his head and turned back to the crying Vanessa and her dead father, then he turned back to Aziza.

“Do you save a life,” he mumbled then he shook his head like he was having a discussion with himself then he turned back to her, looking her straight in her scary eyes.

“You bring death with you Aziza.”