MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Dinner at the mansion

Aziza’s heart skipped a mile after her words, the lies she told gave her a little pinch at her cold and dead heart. She turned back to the plate which contained her cereal and took a spoonful into her mouth and swallowed it with more effort than before. It suddenly felt cold and hard in her mouth. Damon stared at her, his heart still not willing to accept that she and Ivy were both different people who were not connected to each other in the very least. But her words were like the trigger he needed to forget about any connection, whatsoever that they both might have.

She did not pay attention to him anymore, but rather at the food in front of her. It was the only thing that she had eaten all day and she was not about to put Damon first in such a situation. Strange how hunger could lower a mighty being like her into nothing. For a woman to wield so much power and still feel hunger. She had all the power in the world and more coming before her very feet. She could do whatever she wanted and still get away with it, but there she was acting like she would die if she did not eat.

But even with such an annoying thought, Aziza did not stop, instead she filled her spoon even more and gulped it down in one goal and went for another spoon without wasting a breath and Damon scoffed. Before him, he could see Aziza but, in his head, he was picturing a certain blonde to be eating the exact way Aziza was eating. She was eating like she had never eaten in her life, and he wondered how she could have gotten so hungry to have lost all her character.

“I can ask the maids to prepare something for you to eat,” he stated even before he could think and she paused. Licking her lips, she thought of taking the offer or rejecting it. she was his guardian and would rather they have no relationship or connection and would prefer to never been seen in a weak state or rather still a hungry state. But the deed had already been done and he had seen her gulp a plate full of cereal like her life depended on it, there was no pretending or taking that back anymore.

“Okay,” she said bluntly and went on to empty the plate before her. Damon left her to herself and went ahead to get some maids. He returned a few minutes later. By then, she was done eating and was at the dishwasher. Leaving the empty and dirty plate behind, she turned back to the chair she was sitting on, while wiping her hands clean by clapping it against each other, she sat down.

His house was beautiful, marble floors, chandeliers, beautiful designs and her eyes itched to look around but she resisted the urge to feed her eyes. It was not her business and should not be any of her concern at all. Those things should not matter anymore to her because they never mattered in the first place. Damon took his seat at the same place he sat before and stared at her, he refused to take his eyes off her like she was a piece of puzzle he had to finish. She looked dark and dangerous, with her red hair and dark eyes. Her dress did not help her as well but she was still attractive, very much attractive. She was the kind of woman who was like an addictive and toxic or a dangerous drug. You know it would kill you, but you take it anyway to feel amazing.

It was hard to pretend to not notice the inquisitive gaze of her boss, it was harder to ignore the strong aura and power that oozed out of him like a strong cologne that forever clothed him. Damon reeked of power, he was filled with power, he wielded power beyond what they all have seen and she was the only one who knew about it. No one knew of the existence of the Demon prince and they thought that they had power, no, they did not. If she had not seen the demon prince, if she had not been close to him, if she had not felt his powers, then she would have agreed that they were powerful. But seeing him, she knew that the people back at home were not powerful, neither could any compare to the kind of power she had. And the best of it all was, she had this power to herself and it would be her ultimate weapon for destruction. It reminded her of the kind of power she could wield if he finally gains his power.

That thought made her groan and she turned to him, having questions to ask herself. Questions concerning the drugs he took and why he was taking them. Their eyes met the moment she turned to look at him and unlike Ivy, she looked straight at him, matching his gaze with hers without wavering or cowering in fear before him. It was like she was two different people in one. Damon scoffed, seeing another big difference between her and the clumsy PA he had at work and decided that truly, she could not have been Ivy.

“What is it?” she began after he scoffed and he shook his head, then he lowered his gaze and ran his hand through his silver-colored hair, before looking back at her.

“Why are you so hungry?” he changed the topic and it was her turn to scoff.

“You took the last of what I have,” she almost yelled out her thought.

“What is it?” he insisted.

“Cops and reporters are looking for a certain redhead who has abilities,” she said instead.

“If you have not noticed, I am wanted for murder and can not waltz into any store to get food,”

“Why don’t you send someone else then?”

“Do I look like a girl who keeps friends?” she retorted harshly and flashed him a glare and he smiled. Everything about her always seems to make him smile. He was not just curious about her, he was intrigued.

“No,” he answered and placed his hand on the table while relaxing. The maids came just at the same time but stopped in their tracks when they saw her. They went pale and the blood in their system went cold as fear gripped their heart. Of course, they knew a bit about her, they had heard all sorts of stories about the death she brought along with her. Aziza turned to the women who strolled in, flaunting her hair in the air, then she flashed them a smile. One of them looked chubby and short and the other slim and tall. They took a step back from her and could swear that they smelt blood but she only smiled more at them. She liked the look of surprise, shock and fear that fell on their faces.

“Get on cooking something, she is really hungry” Damon snapped harshly and they flinched and instantly lowered their gaze, before they moved deeper into the kitchen and uncomfortably and fearfully started moving around to get something prepared.

“But you know the news of red hair did not spread so far and wide?” Damon continued the chit chat, turning back to Aziza. And for the first time, she thought about it. Usually, such news would have made the headlines, social media and even the radio, but it did not spread as widely as it ought to. Realisation dawned on her and she paid her attention to Damon who had his brows furrowed at her with a grin.

“What is he so happy about?” her thoughts questioned and she frowned. He was being so different with her, not like the overbearing and harsh boss she knew. He was acting like he used to, way before, before.

“I’m guessing that you have a hand in that,” she stated the obvious and he grinned even wider like he had won some kind of trophy.

“What?” her frown deepened.

“Should I thank you for doing that?” Damon frowned at her harsh words and the way she spoke. There he was, acting the nicest as he could and she was being cold.

“No,” he responded harshly and sat erect.

“Good,” she mumbled and looked away, ignoring his cold and angry demeanour.

“I save your life every now and then, you should be the one thanking me,” she added loudly. Damon sighed, hearing the reminder of all she was doing for him, he knew that he had to be the grateful one. But he said nothing, his pride and ego would not let him say a thing to the stranger who was watching over him like a dog. The silence stretched for a long time, and neither he or Aziza said a thing to each other. The silence was uncomfortable and different, it was mostly filled with their pride clogging the air.

The maids finished preparing something just in time, and one of them nervously came towards Aziza.

“Ma’am,” she said with trembling and Aziza turned to her. That was the mistake she made, because the maid flinched in fear when their eyes met.

“Yo…u….r…dinner,” her hands trembled and the dish she held shook visibly. Her bones went stiff and she stood frozen with fear, unable to make another move with the gaze of the red hair on her. Aziza smiled, the chubby looking maid looked like one of her victims, she always liked it when they trembled like that before her. She liked the smell of the fear and the look of horror in their eyes before she finally killed them. But she was in no mood to kill, filling her stomach was the first thing. Without tormenting the maid even more, she stood up and took the dish from her hand, then she went back to her seat and sat down. Without wasting another precious time, she ate like she had never done before and Damon simply watched her. The maids left as quickly and as quietly as they could, leaving them alone.

Aziza ate in silence till she was filled up to the brim. And when she was done, she sighed heavily like she only just found live. Then she turned her attention to Damon who had been staring at her all those times. He had only wanted her to finish eating before he spoke. He had questions he wanted to ask and things he wanted to know. Aziza could see his brown eyes dance with curiosity and she groaned.

“What is it?”

“I have got questions,” he crossed his arm over his chest, flexing a bit of his arm muscle which she took note of.

“I’m not an android,” she stated and picked up the bottle of water by her side. She opened it and drank a lot from it before covering it up.

“Then what are you?” Damon growled, refusing to believe anything else. Aziza turned to him, angry at the very thought of his ignorance.

“Are you simply stupid or dumb?” she snapped and his eyes hardened at her.

“I just ate in front of you, I drank water, you have seen my blood,”

“How am I an android?” she banged her hands harshly against the table. It went quiet immediately after, with Damon staring at her like some kind of lost child. He was confused and more.

“But you might be an…”

“If you call me an android one more time, I swear Damon,” she slammed her hands against the table again and pointed her longest finger at him. Anger was beginning to set in and even for the man she swore to protect with her life, she was beginning to think otherwise. But she knew she could not do that, he was her prince, her prize and a very expensive one at that. With a lot of effort, she dropped her hand and ran her both hands through her hair, then she took a deep breath to calm down.

She turned back to Damon again, he was still staring at her, He looked like a lost child without food, water or some kind of direction. He looked helpless and lost and she hated it.

“An android can’t do this,” she raised her hand to his face so he could see. Her fingers grew longer, almost claw-like. His jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. It could not be, but he was seeing it right there.

What he saw, triggered a sharp pain in his head, as it came hitting him hard. He shut his eyes immediately and groaned, holding his head with hand. Aziza groaned as well, realising what was happening and pushed her claws and nails back into her skin.

“Don’t fight it,” she got up on her feet.

“My drugs,” he groaned and tried getting up, but his head was spinning with the pain it came with and his legs grew weak. He swayed and staggered with himself. Aziza rushed to him and wrapped her arm around his waist to help him gain a little balance.

“My drugs,” he groaned. His voice thick and low with pain.

“You don’t need that,” she responded. He pushed her away forcefully that she crashed against her seat. He sat down, while pushing aside the plate she used in eating. It fell and broke, making a loud noise at the house and guards came running in.

“My…drugs,” Damon repeated. Seeing the state of their boss and understanding what was happening, one of them ran back to his room to get his drugs. Aziza glared at him with more angry waves flooding into her with the speed of light but he neither took notice nor did he care. He rested his head on the table and groaned lowly. The pain always came more severe than the previous and as of that moment. It felt like his brain was splitting in half, then tiny chunks. The guard returned with his drugs and turned to give it to Damon, but Aziza snatched it away from him and turned to the dishwasher.

“You don’t need this,” she roared and poured it out. Then she turned on the water and turned around, feeling satisfied by what she did. Almost immediately, something else took control. Damon crashed into her, pulling her hair instantly and slamming it against the table harshly.

Then he wrapped his hand around her neck, meaning to break it.

“Who the f**k do you think you are?” he growled and cold ran down her spine. The feel of his power stronger than ever and the sound coming out of his throat filled with horror. Then his eyes changed. From the beautiful brown, it turned dark, like the great abyss of darkness then it spread, and covered the white in his eyes.