MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

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Like the gentle breeze of the night that caressed the skin and left the faint traces of a gentle touch ignited by fire, by want, by love held deep within, the love trapped, the love caged, the love that was never to surface, that was never to see the light of day. The kiss initiated by Damon, or rather by his beast ignited the dept of hell, filled with burning lava, a sensation that had never been felt by either. It left them hungry, left them wanting, left them feeling. The warmth that erupted when their lips touched, the sparks that trailed from their lips to the very crown of their head, electrocuted them with so much fierceness and surge, travelling to their heart and leaving their entire body charged up, became so surreal.

Like a dream come true, Aziza finally had what she had always wanted. What she never knew she could ever have again. Such a long time, that sparks and warmth of his lips had ever grazed her lips. Such a long time that it took for her to feel these sparks, this warmth, this very taste that clouded her heart, her mind, her abilities and everything she had ever known. Like magic, she was teleported to a different world, a world without worry, without revenge, without death, without fear, fear of losing a loved one. There she wanted to be, there she wanted to remain, with no one ever coming between her and her beloved prince. There she wanted to remain, never to let go of this man, never to push him away, never to allow the doings of life, of the gods and of the universe to tear them apart.

How surreal it felt, to relive her dream, to be back to this day. Her first kiss with Damon. It had been just a night, a night of dancing, a night of twirling, being held up in his arms so tightly, so closely. He laid a claim on her without needing to do too much. No boy dared come close, no one dared to look at her, not when he had laid his eyes on the red-haired girl that looked so strange, so new to have attended prom in his school. Just as a teenage girl fell in love with a boy like him, he fell head over heels for her within a night. A night that should have never come to an end, a night that was stolen from her, taken so fiercely together with the love she had for him.

Damon’s beast retired when he got what he wanted, giving control to his human side once more. Damon opened his eyes sharply when he could finally feel himself being himself but with that feeling of being resurrected from deep within him came the sweet, tantalising taste of soft lips against his. His mind knew who it was, her smell, the feeling that surrounded him, the audacity, he knew that he had kissed her, even when he was not the one to do that himself. Memories flooded him instantly, memories of the way she walked out on him the previous day after slapping him right on his face and piercing his heart with a dagger with her words. He wanted to pay back for what she did and prove that he could do without her, he wanted to keep to his word earlier and ask her to go away just as he had ordered. But that kiss, so intoxicating it was, her lips so sweet, he found himself deepening the kiss while he pulled her closer to his body. Pushing her lips to open wider, he plunged himself deep within and savoured the taste that came from her while wanting so much more, wanting so much to remember, to understand the feeling swelling up in his heart.

Somehow this kiss felt familiar, this feeling that surged with just a kiss was not new, it was fresh in his mind that he had once kissed a girl like this yet it was so far away, so unreachable, it was hard to remember who, when or where.

Aziza could no longer hold in what she was feeling and wrapped her hands around his neck. Giving in to this feeling, allowing herself to feel and no longer feeling the restraint she had over her heart for what seemed like a millennium. The moment she did that, Damon groaned into her mouth and pushed her harshly against a wall, snapping her out of her surreal dream.

Aziza snapped her eyes open, seeing how far things were going and just like he knew that something had gone wrong, he snapped his eyes open as well. The darkness and abyss that hovered around his eyes seemed to have disappeared to reveal deep brown eyes burning with something within. She soon realised that his demons were gone and this was all him. Slowly, she dropped her hand from where it had laid comfortably around his neck and took slow steps away from him till his hand was no longer around her slender waist but was now beside him. He had wanted to push her away from him at first but now that she was no longer close, the cold feeling that came with her absence ached his heart, leaving him in a despair that was unexplainable. He wanted to go to her, pull her back and hold her in his embrace but he shook that thought away from his head.

She was Aziza and he could not be feeling this way about her. it was not right, and it was so highly stupid to have such great pull to her. However, he remembered the words of the werewolf and the fact that he was not human. He gritted his teeth in agitation, feeling like a pawn in the hands of the stupid gods and goddess above. How he hated being used. This had to be the mate bond, they were manipulating him into feeling things that were not there.

Aziza’s demons whimpered when she no longer had the warmth, the spark and the adrenaline that came with just a touch from him. She could not help but feel what it was like back then, what it was like the previous day when she had to walk out from him, how it had been when he had asked her to stay away from him. It was deja vu all over again. This feeling of being stabbed by herself was never going away.

“It turns out there are people who want you dead.” He mumbled, trying hard to clear his head from what happened while he thought of what could take his thought away. And the only thing that he could think of was the very thing that his grandfather had said earlier. That was one of the reasons he had wanted to see her anyway.

“My father made a deal with people who I believe are in charge of the drugs that make me human.” He tried to recall all he understood from William. He had not really gone into details when he had spoken to him earlier, but Damon would not be the famous heir and billionaire he was in the business world if he could not decipher messages such as that.

“They came after Morris because he told me the truth and had come after me because I was no longer willing to take the drugs. But somehow, I believe grandfather had made a deal with them, a deal that would take you out and keep me while I still take the drugs that I should,” he summarised and turned his gaze to Aziza.

She heard him, she understood him and could see a bigger trouble ahead of them when the news came to her. But her mind and thoughts still lingered in the emotions running through her, it kept her mute. And when Damon had turned to her, their gaze met and the memories of that kiss that still lingered on their lips returned. She gulped and looked away, her emotions betraying her. For a long time, they both said nothing and remained in an uncomfortable silence that stretched for a while.

“I don’t understand what is happening to me.” Damon took the first lead, his voice coming out harsher and colder than it was meant to be. He was so angry at himself, at the gods and the stupid mate thing that he did not understand. Aziza snapped out of her pain and turned her gaze to him, but he was already turning his back to her, leaving nothing but the perfect view of his broad shoulders, his height and his amazing hair.

“What do you mean?” she spoke up, hiding her pain as much as she could while she took slow steps towards him. He walked over to the balcony and allowed the cold breeze of the night to wash away the heat and burn that still lingered on his body. The cold breeze did nothing to help because the sparks and the taste of her lips still lingered on his body.

“I keep feeling like I'm being possessed. There is something wrong with me.” he paused and thought back to the time at the office and just a few moments ago.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Aziza entered.

“That’s your demon side taking control. You have suppressed it so much, he is losing his mind and taking control of you.” She stopped a few feet away from him, scared of going too close, scared of losing herself again. Damon stiffened, hating the thought of being controlled by something he did not know.

“Well, the pills are still available. I will keep taking them, while you try to be careful because you are now a target,”

“No…” she snapped.

“Are you mad?” her voice grew higher, more than she had wanted it to. The main reason for all this was to let him know who he was, recover his powers and take him back.

“You have to get your abilities. You are not human, you know this and you should be waiting to get back to the supernatural realm. You know what those drugs do to you, you don’t need them.” Damon frowned at her outburst and furrowed his brows together.

“Of course, I do. I like being human, I never asked for anything more,” he retorted and turned his gaze back to her, his voice growing higher by a pitch.

“But you have something more, you are something more.” rage soon enough took over, filling her with a desire to yell, to claw and to glare at him. All these years she had spent with him, all the things she had sacrificed for him and this was all she got.

“I never wanted it, I never wanted to be someone like you,” he snapped, feeling enraged as well. Her eyes went wide and darkness instantly hovered around them, leaving the deadly power she possessed and allowing her eyes to go dark and red in an instant.

“Someone like me?” she repeated his statement, feeling both dejected and angry at the way he saw her. Damon only just realised what he had said and how it had sounded. He wished he could take it back, but that was truly what he thought.

“Aziza…” he turned away and tried to correct the words he said. Still, nothing better could match what he meant.

“I do not just want to be supernatural. All the blood and the fighting,” he turned back to her.

“You spill blood too,” her voice shook with rage and power, it allowed cold crawl down his spine but it was never enough to scare him. Maybe before, it would have been, but now, it wasn’t. Either because he had become too familiar with her or because he was too powerful to feel scared over such.

“I want to keep spilling it as a human,”

“There is nothing wrong with being a demon. Not just a demon, but a prince. You are a f*****g prince and should take back the throne of the supes when you fully get your powers.” He went quiet and stared at her now with confused feelings. She had always spoken in riddles and points about this but now, it suddenly seemed like this was all her protection was about.

“I do not want a part in that. Go look for a different prince to take over your world. I’m perfectly fine here,” he responded without leaving a room for questions or argument. His tone said it all and it halted her immediately.

She glared at him, her demons raging, pushing at her mind, pushing at her veins to vent in the only way she knew how to. But this was Damon, no matter what, she would never want to hurt him. Yet, she was still unwilling to back down, not for him. All these years, she had only one goal in mind, to take him back, to exert her revenge. She shut her eyes tightly, reining in her annoyance and rage, closing her hand into a fist while keeping her demons in control.

“Damon…” she called out, darkly. Her voice edged with coldness that revealed her true emotions, then she opened her eyes.

“I have worked too hard to make you remember. To help you regain your abilities again so you can return to our world.” She added and turned to him while staring deep into his eyes.

“You can return yourself,” Damon retorted. Even as he said those worlds, something stabbed his heart at the thought of her returning. Aziza glared harder at him, but she still had to remain in control and instead, she closed her eyes again, took a deep breath and opened them again.

“I can’t do that without you,” she tried to speak more calmly.

“Then just stay here,” Damon responded, taking a calm voice as well while expressing his deepest feelings. He would never actually want her to go anywhere, neither would he consider the idea of never having her close.

“I need to exert my revenge, I won’t let them go scout free,” she snapped again, gritting her teeth so hard, hurting herself was irreversible.

Damon frowned and stared at her, her words hitting hard at him and making his mind run wide with a lot of thoughts.

“You can still do that without me,” he responded.

“I need power to do that, stupid. Power that only a king could give,” she roared. Damon’s heart dropped immediately at her confession and the reason behind her task to protect him suddenly came to light. A piercing pain surged through his heart and the thought of being used, not only being used but being used by someone next to his heart hurt so bad, it burned.

“I was a pawn in your revenge game after all,” he mumbled to himself. His voice low and filled with so much hurt, it didn’t take Aziza a second to hear his pain and understood what she just said. Her demons immediately disappeared, her anger washed away and fear seized her heart, especially when his gaze turned unsightly and different towards her. Like he was looking at a stranger.

“Damon…” she took a step closer to him but he took a step back.

“I will not be your prince neither would I stop taking the drugs. I will pay you for the selfless services you rendered and from now on ....” He stopped and thought of his next words carefully. He was truly shooting himself on the foot, or rather at his heart, but pride, ego and the knowledge that Aziza had once told him that he was not being used, she had lied to him and it had brought him to such a decision. A human he wanted to remain, a human he would remain.

“I would no longer need you to watch over me. Stay away from now onwards.” His voice boomed while his heart cried.