MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

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Russel ran after Damon who was walking away gracefully like he was not affected by anything but he could see the tension in his back and his movement that proved that he was pissed about something. He caught up with him just about the same time he was about to enter his car.

“Damon,” he called out and halted him. Irritated, he flashed his eyes to him and shut the car doors loudly rather than going in as he had initially planned to.

“What is it?” His question came harsh and his voice came cold like the man before him had committed the offence whereas he had not.

“What happened in there?” he ignored his foul temper and went on to ask anyway. He could feel that something happened, that was why Aziza had become even colder and he was also sure that the red hair would not tell him what happened till she was ready to, so his best bet was Damon.

“I don’t know,” his eyes softened and hurt flashed in them then he lowered his gaze as he tried to make sense of what happened there. She had eaten from him, but the sparks, the voices and the feeling in between were not supposed to be there, or was it? Worse was that, she had ended up treating him like a stranger after everything.

“What do you mean by you do not know? You know what, just explain?” he pestered on, refusing to back down till he found out what had happened. Damon snapped his eyes back to the man before him and thought for a long time. He did not know the man, he could not trust him yet, and was not sure that it was wise speaking to someone who just showed up without speaking to Aziza first.

“You can ask the red hair about it,” he answered and opened his car. Then he got in and shut the door loudly in Russel’s face then he drove off. Russel glared at the car and scoffed as it drove away, leaving him behind like he was not even there.

“You both fit each other,” he retorted in his thoughts and turned away while he thought of how he got to have such ill-mannered brutes close to him. But that thought disappeared and was replaced by something urgent, something tormenting, something that had to do with his betrayal and what Aziza would do to him if she found out.

******

Back at Ethan’s mansion, he had been agitated, irritated, angry and scared, it was like he was losing his mind.

“Flossie,” The familiar voice of Ethan, her husband came from the door in an angry tone ruining the peace that the night came with and the perfectly refreshed moment she was having with just a magazine.

“Flossie,” he called out again, harshly, like she had offended him in some way yet she knew that his anger was not directed at her but his son. Ever since the red hair had showed up, their brains and heart had turned upside down in panic of the truth finally being out in the open. Both men had continuously cracked their brains on what to do to make him stay away from her like she was the plague that would soon infect them and she was in the middle of it all.

“Flossie,” he snapped when he walked into the bedroom to see her sitting so comfortably on the bed with a magazine in her hand.

“Have you gone deaf? Didn’t you hear me calling out to you?” She instantly dropped her magazine and glared at him, refusing to take such a tone from him.

“Watch the tone you use with me, Ethan. I’m not some worker of yours,” she snapped.He immediately retreated. It had been a hectic day and it was taking its toll on him, that he did not realise when he had snapped at his wife.

“My apologies, dear,” he said more calmly and sweetly and walked towards the bed.

“Your son is just making me go mad with worry.” He added and sat beside her on the bed.

“You know I would never speak to you that way,” he gently placed a hand on her chin and leaned in as he gave her a peck on her cheeks. It heated up instantly and she rolled her eyes at him. He always had a way out of her hook every time.

“What did he do?” she questioned at the mention of Damon and he took a deep breath.

“He has the red hair working with him at the office and as if that is not enough, he had taken her to the hospital earlier without thinking of his name or reputation.” He explained, his voice going dim and cold as he got up from where he sat beside her.

“Just call him, will you?” she sighed heavily and he turned to her. Seeing the reason in what she was saying, he picked up his phone and dialled his number. It rang for a while and went straight to voicemail.

“He is ignoring my call,” he snapped and she sighed. They needed her for everything, all the time. What could they actually do without her? She stood up from where she had sat ready to go to bed and picked up her phone.

“He must be busy,” she covered up for him even when she knew her son more than anybody else and knew that the brute was just as stubborn as Ethan and William combined and was simply ignoring his father’s call. Just as her husband had done earlier, she called his number and at first ring, he picked up.

“I saw his call mom, you do not have to call me either.” His voice came through the other line in slight agitation.

“I will be right over,” he added like he knew what they were calling him over for and dropped the call. Smiling slyly, she turned to her husband and thought of what to say to him. He loved his son but just as everyone wasn’t blind to his son’s preferential treatment towards her, he also saw it and hated it more than some. They both loved him too much yet he treated one better. And seeing his mood, she doubted that he would want to hear that he picked her call over his.

“Well…” he snapped again.

“I will just text him,” she lied and turned back to the bed while she pretended to be typing away on her phone and dropped it just after then. Then she picked up the magazine and flipped through it as she continued with what she was doing.

“Are you not worried about all this?” Ethan asked in agitation distracting her again from what she was doing. He was racking his head and thoughts for days now, and so has his father had been doing over the current issue they were having and all this while, they thought that Flossie would be in the most panic yet she acted so calm like she wanted Damon to be taken away from them.

“Worried about what?” she yawned loudly and turned her gaze to him in a graceful way.

“Damon,” he responded and she sighed.

“Why are you so worried about a grown-up man who had been fine all these years. And even better with that red hair protecting him.” She found nothing to be worried about, though she worried on her own for he was her son and a source of her very happiness.

“That is exactly what you should be worried about. That woman.” He closed his hand into a fist and voiced out between gritted teeth. Ever since the red hair came into the picture, his son had become slightly different, their name had been on every body’s lip and they had been on their toes, scared of who she was and why she was there protecting him in the first place.

Flossie smiled graciously, revealing her elegance and charm none the less but she understood their fear. She had feared this day so much, it had eaten her so much that she had spent her time dreading a day that would surely come instead of enjoying her time with her son. The circumstances in which they had gotten him were not very forward and they had seen how special he was even before he grew into the man he was. Yes, she had hoped that he would remain with them forever and just remain human like them but she had always known that someday he would be found. A dreadful day would come when the drugs would no longer work, the day he would ask questions about himself or even be taken away from them. The day came sooner than she had wanted, but it was almost close and instead of dreading it, she was loving her son for giving her the happiness that he only could give to her all these years. Tears suddenly burned the back of her eyes and she swallowed hard.

“We have dreaded this day for a long time, but you and father know that there is no escaping it. Not when others aside humans exist, it would always come, if not today, someday. Why stop it? wouldn’t that make our son be even mad at us, not to add to all the secrets we have hidden away from him,” she answered him with a trembling voice as the thought of losing him soon came quickly. Ethan sighed heavily, her words shaking him up to accept a future without Damon. Just then the sound of a car honking from outside came to their ears, breaking up the moment and reminding him of what he had to do.

He turned to the door, ready to finally speak to Damon and express his dislike for the red hair while his wife followed behind him knowing that they would surely bite themselves up if she wasn’t there. Coming down the stairs, she set her eyes on the door first and noted when Damon walked into the living room. Her eyes went wide when she saw his cloth and she screamed with her heart travelling far when she realised that it was blood. Rushing past her husband, she ran down the steps towards Damon.

Damon raised his head when he heard the footsteps and his heart skipped as well.

“Mom, mom,” he ran towards her.

“You shouldn’t run that way,” he stopped the moment she was close enough. But Flossie was not listening to what he was saying. Her eyes had not been deceiving her after all. The smell of blood was all over him, the only fear she had was if it was actually his.

“What happened to you? Is this…”

“No,” he entered before she collapsed from having too many ideas in her head and thought of holding her but found he had blood in his hand.

“Calm down, it’s not mine,” he added once more and watched as she took a deep breath and relaxed.

“Whose is it then?” She looked over at him one more time.

“It’s Aziza,” he responded and Ethan’s eyes widened.

“Is she dead?” he came down the stairs excitedly and Damon snapped his eyes to him as something struck his heart like an arrow or a bullet. His heart hurts terribly at the thought alone. Having her hurt would kill him, if she died, he might do the same. She had become a part of him in ways he did not understand but his demons would not sit still and watch them wish his mate death. Not when they only just found her again.

“No,” he snapped, his voice coming out in a powerful growl more than he anticipated. The weight and sound of it was almost demonic that it froze them to a spot and their heart skipped.

“Damon,” His father called out in a shaken voice filled with fear, something he had never heard from him before.

“When was the last time you took your drugs, and had a checkup done with doctor Morris?” Ethan suddenly asked, fearing that he was already turning.

“It’s been a while,” he responded, finding the question strange as he looked from his father to his mother. Then his mind went to Aziza and how she had hated those treatments believing that it was doing more harm than good to him. He still did not know why but he had the urge to listen to her this time around.

“But I might stop. Aziza asked me to….”

“No,” they both chorused sharply even before he completed what he was about to say.