MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Saving her

Damon expected anything from Aziza, an answer or a gesture that would prove that there was nothing wrong with her. She was Aziza after all and had to be the most powerful person he had ever known. She posed a lot of threats to the state, the country and the people who were to anger her next. She was his protector and so far, the strongest person he had ever felt and known, that the term ‘weaknesses’ had been erased from his thoughts concerning her.

When the pain kicked in for the second time, this time with no thoughts of going away, she quickly realised what was happening. That feeling had been by far the most continuous of her torments even as a tribrid.

“Aziza,” Damon groaned out her name when she had said nothing. But calling out her name did not help. The pain continued, it kicked in harder than ever as it tore against her brain like it wanted to tear her skull into two different halves. Her body entirely grew hot and the pain within her chest rose to the very highest. Groaning was no longer a way suitable to express pain as her knees hit the floor and her breathing pitched. Damon found his way to her and held her close to him. She was crying in so much pain, he had no idea what to do rather than to take her to his bed and gently place her there. But the pain increased nonetheless, it persisted and pushed against her demons. Against her skin, against her bones like it was ready to shift anytime soon. Her chest grew heavier, it grew hotter, her heart grew weaker and her body’s temperature rose higher as the time passed on. Her body pushed, her bones pushed like it had a different owner, wanting them to change shape so badly. It forced her to tolerate the torment of a body pushing to shift, yet it couldn’t. Her heart and head exploded with pains as her claws pushed against her skin. Her fangs pushed against her gum, her head pushed against something she had never imagined and her back ached with an unbearable itch. She yelled, unable to keep still and thrashed on the bed in her bid to get away from the torment. A new ability was coming and she was hating it.

Damon for a second froze. His thoughts went crazy and everything within him went numb. His protector was no longer as strong as he had imagined. Something was wrong with her and yet, he had no idea of what to do and what to not do. His heart was beating loudly in his chest, with a bit of fear. The sting of losing her to something higher than them made him feel uneasy. He would not mind ordinarily, but the woman on the bed had devoted her life to him. Something that he should repay, something he ought to repay her for, but he knew that the beads of sweats coming out from his forehead as he watched her in numbness where not just there because he feared that he would be unable to repay his debt. He knew how treacherous the payment could be but that didn’t matter to him as much as her life did. A stranger could always be replaced, the red hair could always have someone else to replace her, even if it was not a non-human if she eventually died but their spirits had been connected and linked together in a higher way. The woman who he had only recently met was more to him, his heart knew it, his head knew it and so did his spirit.

“Ahhhh,” she yelled again, this time louder as she held tightly to the sheet of the bed and kicked. He pulled out of his trance in an instant and his thoughts ran wide. He turned to his phone, deciding to call a doctor who could help or rather still, taking her to the hospital. But he stopped in his tracks, remembering what had happened the last time she had been in the hospital. She was something different after all, a non human and could only be treated the way supes treat themselves.

Seeing how helpless the situation had gotten, he groaned loudly and smashed his phone against a wall. It broke in an instant and fell to the floor, then he turned to Aziza. She had gone pale and was in no way in good condition. Yet he was so confused on what to do. He ran his hand through his hair and groaned again. He was Damon, there was always a way out for everything, except in very rare and unique occasions. And being helpless at that point was not one of them. He moved closer to her, and squatted down to her level on the bed then he stretched his wrist towards her mouth. She had needed blood the last time and might as well need more.

“Here, this might help,” he said with a shaken voice.

His voice outshined the pain he felt. The sound of how terrified he was becoming the highlight of the night. Aziza slowly turned her head to him and opened her eyes. The look in his eyes revealed how scared he was, scared to lose her, scared to remain helpless even as she fought her battles. No one had ever felt that way towards her, no one had felt so scared in their life because she had no importance to them all. She had grown up to believe that she could only ever be pitied by herself. No one cared, no one loved and no one showed any form of affection towards her, not even her father had looked back at her when he was leaving. He never felt scared of losing her, of leaving her behind. Surprisingly, the feeling she had thought no one would feel for her, the one she had grown so accustomed to fell before her and that look in the eyes of her prince was everything, it had always been everything. Now, then.

It became everything and it reminded her of a girl who once hoped. It replaced her empty heart and eased her torment. Just for a brief second, she felt an overwhelming joy at being seen as important, as being seen as someone who was worth having around.

“Call Russell,” she pushed out of her throat. And another groan of anger and pain came back. Her throat had gone so dry, it burned and each word she spoke only made her throat tear with scorching pain.

“Who?” Damon asked, not getting her and the name she spoke of.

“Call…..” she hissed and drew out.

“Russel,” she added. Finally catching her words, he quickly picked up the phone and looked around to see if he could find hers. When he didn’t, he turned to her and gently searched her pockets. When he found it, he unlocked it easily and turned to her. She had no lock to her phone in the very list and had only one contact stored.

“Russel,”

He dialled his number in an instance and placed it in his ears as it rang. It didn’t take long for the other party to pick up.

“Aziza,” his voice sounded cool, calm and ordinary.

“No, it’s Damon,” he responded, remembering the man that had almost broken the hospital doors to get to her. Russel went quiet immediately and the familiar feeling of panic washed all over him at the sound of Damon’s voice.

“What happened?” he could only ask.

“I don’t know.”

“She was just fine but suddenly screamed in pain and fell to the ground. She has been thrashing ever since like she is in some kind of torment.” Damon explained. Russel frowned already knowing what it was. She needed help, the help he alone could give. She needed it quickly in her blood streams, because it was the only way she would recover and remain perfectly fine for a long time. But how long? She had been taking this treatment for so long now, it was supposed to save her, yet it was killing her slowly. Where it was supposed to reduce her pain whenever she was about to get a new ability, he realised that it hinder her powers, hinder her shift and hinder everything that would make her the darkness he so much feared that she would be, it slowly took away her magic, her powers and everything she had come to hold dear.

“I can’t help,” he retorted bluntly and ended the call without a second thought. Guilt nagged at him one more time and the thought of her powers completely leaving her body because of what he had done kicked at him. He only wanted to save her from the pain, save her from herself and what she could be. The portions he gave was to ease her pain and nothing more. He didn’t realise it could do more till the night she stopped healing.

But?

But what if this was it? If she lost her magic and powers, she would become normal, become human and finally be at peace. There would be no darkness, no revenge, no death, no powers.

At that thought, he picked up the phone again and placed it in his ears as he went about in search of the ingredients to make the spell again. On the first ring to Aziza’s phone, Damon picked.

“I will be right there. I will save her soon enough.”