MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Damon's hurt

Russel jerked at the sound of Aziza’s voice and he moved. He sighed gratefully at himself and the fact that he had spelled his house. No one could go in and out of the house, supernaturals especially, if Russel didn’t allow it and he had made sure that it was soundproof too. You could hear a lot of things going on outside, just incase he needed to run away but no one could hear what was going on inside even if the roar of a lion was made. He could not have imagined what his neighbors would have done with all the sounds that came out from his house. The cops might have taken him to the station even.

However, he shouldn’t be thinking about the soundproof of his house when Aziza was glaring at him with eyes as black as the pit of darkness. The red ring that always circled her pupils came to view and strangely, it glowed unlike before. Her fangs and claws were out in the open and they were all looking at him with blood written in them. He gulped and tried to move away from her when he fell to the ground. He had only just finished doing magic and it had drained him more than he would have wanted. It would have been worse if he didn’t drain from Aziza, none the less, he was still weak and there was a predator who was in there with him.

“Aziza…” he called out and tried to move his body or crawl away from her. But his bones had gone stiff and weak, it became numb and nothing he did seemed to matter no matter how much he tried to move his body.

Aziza glared at him, the images she saw from Daciana replayed in her mind and memories flooded her. Daciana only had a theory, she was not so sure and with that theory, she protected Aziza. That was why she had broken the vase that contained the portion and had risked Aziza’s wrath simply because she was suspicious of Russel and was trying to protect her. Yet she had gone all out to make her suffer, not realizing that she was only protecting her from a man who she saw as a guardian. The guilt of what she had done to the werewolf, the way she had spoken to her, the things she had done all because Russel had done something and Daciana was protecting her. That guilt ignited the fury of hell and the pain that laced with the anger made her demons roar in rage. They pushed at her walls, pushed at the walls of her consciousness and threatened to claim her. Not just because of Daciana’s suspicion but because she knew Russel had truly drained her magic.

She had recalled everything, the way he had wanted her to stop fighting, be human, be different. The guilt she thought she saw in his eyes when she found herself in the hospital where she could no longer heal as before. Then the portion, she had taken it right after arguing with him and had left. And in other to get her magic back, she had taken another portion, all from the same wizard. Russel had truly betrayed her, betrayed her cause, her purpose, snatched away one of the most valuable things in her life. Not like they were many, she only had two of them and her magic was one. And poor Daciana had been hurt by it…

She growled and stomped towards him with unending rage from his betrayal and hurt from her guilt and foolishness. His eyes went wide and he made attempts to move away from her, but his body refused to move like there was no bone within his flesh. His body went stiff and fear overwhelmed him at the feeling that overwhelmed him. The feeling of death that overwhelmed him rose higher and higher and the temperature of the room dropped.

“Aziza…” he yelled out of fear and confusion and she stopped in front of him.

Her demons gnawed at her and pushed her, the smell of his fear and the trembling in his voice made her stop. She growled again and pushed back at her demon. Something within her told her not to make the same mistake. Russel might have deserved whatever was going to come but Daciana didn’t deserve anything she got. None the less, one was a friend, the other was her guardian. The closest she had to a family and if she allowed her demons take charge, he might die.

Forcefully…...she fought back her demons and growled again before she turned to the door and dashed out of the house without looking back.

*******

“Sir…” a guard rushed into the Damon’s room, frantically. Damon growled and his eyes turned hard at the rude interruption and disrespect. Anger oozed out of his body like the very breath he breathed and his eyes turned red with blood. His mood and temperament have been at its peak over the night and his sleepless night made his patience thinner than usual. He slowly raised his gaze and stared directly at his reflection. A guard was standing behind him with mouth agape and eyes wide and frantic. He had something important to say to his boss that he had forgotten his manners and for a moment, he didn’t feel the frosty wind that washed all over his skin till he met Damon’s eyes through the reflection of the mirror. Cold ran down his spine and his body trembled involuntarily at the very look in his eyes.

Scared and terrified, he lowered his gaze and closed his hand into a fist, to stop himself from trembling so much.

“Sir…I’m sorry sir…” he began. Damon glared at him, hard from the reflection of the huge mirror in his room and said absolutely nothing. The silence and coldness stretched for a while and he still said nothing. Rather, he maintained his glare on him while he buttoned his suit and arranged his hair. When he was done, he glared harder at the guard who still remained frozen in the same spot that he has been at and said not a single word.

“Are you going to speak?” he snapped. His voice coming out like a loud roar, laced with malice and killing intent. The guard nodded his head vigorously at his boss, feeling rather unfortunate to have been the one to come to his room to deliver the news. A lot of things had gone wrong after the incident that happened the previous day.

Guards had died, they had lost their colleagues and friends. Damon’s identity and reputation was being questioned especially after Aziza was sighted at the hotel lobby and had attacked the cops. She was wanted and the forces coming at her were mightier than before. All this wouldn’t stress the boss all that much since the red hair could take care of herself and his reputation had been questioned before. There was nothing he couldn’t get out from. But he had fought with her yesterday. Everyone knew that and his mood had dampened even more after that fight. It had been so long that they saw him in such a state and things had gone down terribly during that time. Now he was back at such a state and everyone was really scared of being anywhere close to him. No one was spared from his wrath.

The guard took a deep breath. This was simply a mistake on his part. He had always been a mere guard at the very bottom that Damon never recognized. He had been waiting for an opportunity to do something heroic or something that would get him an inch closer to the heir of Roxwell empire so he would be recognized and maybe the boss would be able to see his worth. Such an opportunity never came. He had a hundred guards, most they knew and most they didn’t. With such guards and many more staffs to go, he had everything he needed and limitless number of people to get what ever he needed done. How could he manage to get Damon’s attention then?

After such a long time, an opportunity brought itself to him and the moment he had found out about the scary thing, he saw the opportunity he was looking for. But now that he was here, in front of him, he realized that it was the wrong time to be close to the heir and definitely the wrong news to give to him at that point.

Damon whipped his attention to the guard who still stood as a stature and remained nervous even when he had asked for an explanation. A dam broke from within him and he opened his mouth to pour whatever was behind that dam, but his phone vibrated and took his attention. He was going to ignore it just as he had been ignoring a thousand of his calls already. His phone had been buzzing all night and he didn’t want to speak to anybody anymore. Not even with his family. But when he saw that the caller ID was Charles, he had to pick it up.

“Sir…” Charles entered almost immediately and breathed a sigh of relief the moment he picked up. He had been calling, left voice mails, text and his boss had replied to none. With the news going around, he thought that something bad might have happened to him and since the company was in its own dilemma, it was hard to keep calm and still.

“What is it?” Damon growled into his phone clearly irritated by the sudden disturbance.

“Sir…it’s a good thing you are fine. Your protector had been in trouble with the cops yesterday and everyone thought something bad might have happened to you,” Charles started, failing to hear the annoyance in his boss’s tone.

“Charles…” Damon growled impatiently.

“Sir…” he replied in a slightly higher pitch. Caught off guard by his animalistic growl and scared out of his mind. When Damon said nothing else, he breathed heavily and shut his eyes before he began explaining what was going on.

“Sir…the cops are here again. This time, they have a warrant of arrest. They have refused to leave the company’s premises and are bent on causing a lot of havoc since the reporters are here as well.”

“Our stocks are climbing down rapidly and the shareholders are here as well. They are all demanding for you and want an explanation over your bloody rampage.”

“Your father, your mother and your grandfather has been here and they look really mad about something. All in all, sir, we are in crises and your pa isn’t here yet,” he ended without resisting the urge to bring in Ivy into the picture.

Damon’s frown could not grow worse than what he had on his face now. The guard who was still standing in the room had thought of running away when he saw his eyes grow darker than it was. He had truly picked the wrong time to become a hero.

“I will be right there…” Damon responded coldly and ended the call. Then he turned to the door. The guard was still there with his head lowered, but he had no time for him anymore. Instead, he walked past him and turned to the door.

“Get the car ready.”

“Wait. Sir…” the guard froze and suddenly hated the day.

“Sir…” he followed behind Damon instantly but he paid no attention to him and rather still, continued through the hallway and down the stairs.

He frowned and his steps faltered when he found almost all his staffs in the sitting room, with wary and panicking looks in their faces.

“What is going on here?” he barked at all of them. Most of them that were sitting down jumped up on their feet and they all stood erect. No one gave him a reply, but they stole glances at the guard that stood behind him, the one that had volunteered to pass the message across to him.

“I won’t repeat myself again,” Damon glared at them.

“Sir…” the guard who had been calling beside him stepped forward from behind him. He paid him no attention and simply waited for someone to speak. A lot of things had happened in less than twenty-four hours, there was nothing to could actually go wrong than it had already.

“The gate….” The guard swallowed, finding what he was about to say, rather stupid.

“We can neither go through, nor can anyone come in,” he pushed out. Damon whipped his head to him, anger blazing in his eyes and pulling at the back of his mind. A nasty headache followed his stress but for a moment, he ignored it and stared at the guard who was saying something very stupid.

“Sir…I’m saying the truth. There seem to be an invisible force that stops us from going out and stops anyone who wishes to come in from coming in.” the guard took a step back and continued when he saw himself at the very edge. The edge of death.

“It’s almost spiritual, like magic. It’s sounds crazy but it’s real and….” He went on quickly. Hoping that he would be able to pass the message properly, before he finally died by Damon’s bare hands.

Damon stopped glaring at him at the mention of magic and something instantly clicked in his mind. Aziza. The thought of her made him whimper from within and something hard struck his heart like a razor-sharp knife. But that was impossible. Aziza could not do what the guard was describing, so it was hard to believe. He turned back to the stairs to go see things himself when that gaze fell on his skin. Filling him with a certain warmth that sparked at his heart and cleansed his soul. He frowned and tightened his hand into a fist when Aziza’s words returned like a dagger thrown at him and he shook off the warm feeling.

“I can’t leave my house?” he asked through his mind, hoping she could pick up his thought. For a while, no reply game and his heart fell at the anticipation. He hated her, he wanted answers, yet her words had drove him to the edge and killed him over and over again.

Aziza simply didn’t know what to say to him. He was looking so breath taking that morning and he also looked like he was ready to tear someone apart. The sight of him hurt her so much, tears came running down her cheeks. But she whipped it off immediately and took a deep breath.

“I had Russel seal it…...since I was not close by.” Her voice came calm, soft, weak. it caught at his heart, pulling him, feeling him with rage, pushing at his feelings, feelings he had no idea were there, yet it made him so angry.

“I need to leave my house,” he growled at the sound of her sweet voice that both seemed like poison, yet life to him.

“I will send for Russel now.” She entered weakly. She no longer saw the smile she knew on his face, neither was there a grin or cheerfulness to his tone. He hated her and she hated the way he sounded so different. Could she make it right? Could she make it better? Tears ran down her cheeks again, and she quickly whipped it off, hating the weak feeling she was feeling. Still, she wanted to be close to him. But she knew her fate was sealed already.

“But if what you want is so urgent, I can come over and…”

“I don’t want to ever see your face, Aziza. Undo what you did now and let me out.” Damon entered sharply, hitting her with a spear he made himself.