MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Aziza's anger

A slap to Aziza’s face, a pull at her heart, a sting at her memories. Aziza took a step back with the heavy blow that struck her heart at his words. Images, pain and more pain came flooding back into her heart as those words rang their bells, the bells that called back her bitter, painful past. Her eyes snapped to Damon’s and he was staring at her unblinking. He meant his words, without remorse, he stood and watched her and that had hurt her more than she had expected. But she could not show her weakness in front of anyone, not even Damon.

“Well, Mr. Damon,” she breathed out heavily.

“Have a nice day,” she added and zoomed away. Tears burned the back of her eyes and her heart trembled at the pace she ran. But she kept running and running and running till she got to her apartment and stormed in, crashing against her mirror, then she fell. The mirror shattered and the broken pieces of it fell on her as she curled herself into a ball. Her tears she could no longer hold back as they came running out like floods of rain with the pain refreshed in her mind.

“How could he have said that?” her thoughts cried with her.

For this same man, she had dedicated her life for, she had lived for and she had done everything for. She would rather a million died, than him. she would let a hundred die if that was the only way to keep him safe yet for him, she had been termed death again.

“Why do those words hurt?”

But Damon was not the first man to tell her that. He was neither the first person to look at her that way. It would not have hurt if it was someone else, someone she had not paid attention to know that he picks his food and hates cheese. She had paid so much attention to him, that she knows how much he hates hot water or camera flashes. She knew him too much and had paid extra attention to him more than she should and maybe that was why it hurt so much. Or maybe it was because those words reminded her of a certain demon.

“You are a curse,” her father yelled.

“You should never have come into our lives,” he spat while he went about picking up his clothes and shoving them into a bag.

“Father, please, I never meant to,” Azjza ran and hugged him from his back. But he pulled her grip away from him and turned around to face her. His eyes were red, almost like blood and his hold on her wrist was strong, but even the pain of what might break her bones did not feel a thing compared to the look he had in his eyes. Love and adoration and the care that she had always seen from him had disappeared into nothing. He had never once hurt her or raise his voice at her, but there he was staring at her with the same hate he stared at those he wanted them dead.

“Stay away from me Ivy,” he growled and pushed her. She crashed into a mirror, and fell while the pieces fell on her body just like it had done. Tears streamed down her eyes as she cried and tried getting up to get to her father. What could she do, she was only but a child at thirteen, she knew nothing but her father and mother? The broken mirror kept piercing into her hand and body, igniting more pain but that could not be compared to the pain of losing a mother, then a father.

“Father, please…. I never…. mean…t to…”

“It would not…happen again,” she wailed and hiccupped. But he only turned to her, his eyes still red just like every other demon but she saw it. The look of condemnation, the look that shattered her entire life. He made no move to come towards her, even when blood was dripping out of her injuries, he only glared at her.

“You have brought nothing to our lives except for shame, disgrace, betrayal, starvation and…”

“Death.”

“Your mother should have known that you are nothing but death,” he yelled, shaking the very foundation of the house. Then he picked up his bag.

“From now hence forth, I have no child. You can join your mother to the place you sent her to,” he said lastly and turned to the door. Aziza wailed and cried, ignoring the mirror and glasses that were piercing into her skin, she crawled away from there and ran towards him.

“No, don’t leave me,” she grabbed his leg, wrapping her hands around him as tightly as he could. He growled and grabbed her hair and she screamed. She let go of his leg and held his hand as he tried pulling her scalp away from her head, then he flung her to the wall.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself,” the familiar voice of her guardian pulled her away from her thoughts and she turned to the door.

“What do you want?” she growled and stood up from where she fell.

“To see how you are faring,” he sighed and walked deeper into the room.

“Are you following me?” she turned to him and he smirked.

“Watching you and following you are two different things,”

“I’m not a kid, Russel,” she growled and walked over to her bed.

“Oh, you are, a very lost and dangerous one. You should be tamed in a chain,” he joked. She flashed him a glare and he chuckled anyway. She looked away and laid flat on the bed with a heavy sigh. For a long time, Russel said nothing and she said nothing as well. Her heart was hurting and her thoughts far behind, far back in the days of her misery, the days she despised with her entire being, the days she wanted to just die and forget everything. But their greatest mistake was not ending her, just as Damon said, she was death and she fully accepted it but that was only to the people who hurt her not to him. But he had said what he wanted to anyway and it hurt, it hurt so bad, especially coming from him.

“But why?”

“Because you have come to care about him,” Russel answered, sneaking into her thought just as the many times he had done before.

“Get out of my thoughts,” she mumbled.

“You can not deny that you don’t’ care about his wellbeing anymore,” he continued.

“Of course, I care about his wellbeing,” she jumped up on her butt.

“I watch him bath, I watched his water to his very food, I watched his friends, to his family, his staffs and even himself,”

“I’m obsessed with keeping him safe, so yes, I care about his wellbeing,”

“And you want to know why?” she stood up on her feet.

“He is my prince, a f*****g Velaryon, the heir to the throne and the passage way to what I need and want.”

“He is my key, the only way back to our world and the only one who can give me power enough to carry out my revenge,” she stopped yelling and began panting as she took a deep breath.

“But this same man, the man I have sleepless night over called me death when all I have done was to protect him from one,” she lowered her voice, feeling the pain of his words again like he had only just said it.

“You had sounded really terrible over the senator who died, taking a bullet for him,”

“So?” she snapped.

“His daughter was crying over the death of a father and you were so insensitive when it was partly your fault that a bullet got to him,” Russel stood on his feet and matched her glare with his. He still did not believe that she could be so coldhearted over a death of an innocent man.

“It was not my fault, I did not pull the trigger neither did I push him to his death,” she yelled.

“But you moved the man who had the bullet away from his death that it got to him, it’s your fault and its more on you because you felt no single regret or regard for the dead man,”

“To hell with the dead man, Russel. If he needed so much saving, he should get a guardian, or better guards,” she crossed her hand over her chest and glared even harder at him. Her eyes went red and black as the surge of her powers mixed with that of her rage and anger. Russel looked away from her as his heart fell in disappointment. Disappointment for himself that she still had not learnt a thing or gotten any emotion after so many years. He had not only failed himself but he had failed her, for a life without a heart was no life at all.

“She lost a father, don’t you feel her pain at least?” his voice came down as anger was easily replaced by sadness.

“I never had one, so no, I do not feel such petty pains,” she retorted and turned to the shower.

The argument and fight she had been in with both Russel and Damon were making her hot and she needed calmness or else they would get it from her. so, she took off her clothes and wrapped her hair into a bun, then she got under the shower. She turned on it and allowed the cold water run from her face to her leg and remained there for a while as the event of the day replayed in her head.

“Ungrateful bastard,” she grumbled and picked up her wash. She washed her body, and washed away the smell of blood, and diesel. Thankfully, her wounds were all healed. She allowed the water run through her body again before she wrapped her towel around her chest, then she stepped out of the bathroom. Russel was over at the mirror stand picking up the broken pieces that were on the floor when she stepped out and that simple gesture cut deep.

“Don’t try to pacify me,” she grumbled and walked over to her wardrobe.

“You wish,” he simply said and grinned.

“Do not cut yourself and blame me for it. Let that be, I will do it myself,” she said and searched for something to wear. A grin appeared on his face and he turned to her and back to what he was doing. She had the strangest way of showing affection. Maybe she had emotions after all.

“I rather have the cut than have you injure yourself over your foolishness,” he responded and she stopped what she was doing. Just like he had done, she turned to him and looked away as a string pulled at her heart.

“Suit yourself,” she mumbled.

“Are you not supposed to be back at the office?” Russel asked.

“I don’t want to see that ungrateful d**k,” she responded with annoyance.

“How will you keep him safe then?” he asked and turned to her with a frown. He wished she did more with her life but he also knew that Damon had more bullets pointing to him than the president of the state and he was going to have things more than bullets pointing to him soon, he needed Aziza’s help if he was to ever survive.

“I won’t,” she announced and his heart skipped.

“For now,” she added and he sighed in relief.

“Keep watch on him for me till I no longer feel like sucking his blood?” she turned to him and he frowned instantly.

“I have things to do,”

“It’s just for a few days.” She persuaded and his frown only deepened.

“Would you rather I kill him myself?” she retorted when he said nothing and he sighed. He could not say no to her, not ever and it was beginning to get on his nerves.

“Okay,” he grumbled.

“If you don’t want people to start putting two and two together about the red hair and the blonde PA, especially after your broadcast earlier, you better head back to work,” he announced.

“No one would suspect anything,” she brought out her underthings and turned to him.

“That tall dark girl would surely suspect when she finds only your clothes at the washroom,” he added. Her eyes went wide as she remembered Sloan and how she had left her, then a groan escaped her mouth. Just another burden to add to her. She quickly put on her underwear and a bra, then went back to the bathroom to drop her towel before she came out. she picked out another blonde hair and a purple gown just in case the last one wasn’t where she left it then her contact lenses. She wore the both just at the same time Russel finished picking the broken pieces of glass.

“Be careful, those snipers were not just sent for Damon but also to lure you out,” Russel said just when she turned to the door.

“What?” she turned to him.

“You are creating attention, a lot of powerful men want you by their side. It was all a trap and you fell hard, just be careful. You are going to call in the super naturals down here if you continue like this,”