MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Break in

Ivy handed the card she held to the shop keeper but just as she extended her hand to take it, she drew her hand back. Her doubts kicked in and she thought of what she was doing. If she made use of the company card for her own use, it would mean that she was stealing and Damon might not take it lightly with her. Once again, she had to remind herself of the reason she was there working for him and she groaned. She drew the card away from the woman’s reach and quickly groaned.

“This card can not be used as well,” she placed it back in her bag and the shopkeeper glared at her and the snack she had already popped open.

“It seems that you can not pay for all this then,” she pushed all the things she had picked aside and turned her attention to the one that was already open.

“Just pay for that,” she added and Ivy immediately frowned. She stared at the chips in her hands and back at the lady realising the dilemma she was in.

The shopkeeper immediately hardened her gaze understanding what the look was for. This was one of those jobless and penniless people who always tried tricking her into giving off her items for free. Ivy could already see the gaze of the woman on her, she was already acting hostile, and was ready to call the cops on her. How was she supposed to pay for the chips she greedily opened?

“What? Don’t you have money to pay?” she snapped. Ivy immediately lowered her gaze, ashamed of herself and the dilemma she had found herself in.

“This was all Damon’s fault,” her thoughts cursed.

“I said you should pay up,” the woman banged her hands against the canter and Ivy turned back to her.

“But I do not have any money. I only had the cards and…’

“Are you insane, or have you gone mad?” she yelled in irritation and Ivy glared at her. Gone were days she was called names, days that she was mistreated, days she was kicked and knocked out. For a long time, no one had called her such and when they did, they received a terrible end to it and more were coming to her offenders.

“No,” she snapped and angered the shop keeper even more. The woman made to come out from behind the canter, and she sighed. The raging woman came towards her with a bat ready to beat the living hell out of her. But she stared at her unfazed and calmly took off her ear ring.

“Here,” she handed it over to the woman.

“It should pay for this and more,” she dropped it at the canter and stormed away angrily with the chips in her hand.

If only Damon had regained his powers, if only he knew what he was, then she would not be in such a mess. Her plans would have gone perfectly fine and she would be back home, wielding enough power beside Damon where she could make her enemies pay. But no, he had to be so ignorant and powerless and she had to be the one protecting him. For a woman who never made use of her card and never begged for a thing, she felt helpless and that was a feeling she hated more than anything else. Stupid humans could feel that way, any other person could feel that way, but not Aziza Ivy Sheridan.

She fed off her uncle and if she wanted anything, she only had to beat a criminal to a pop and search his pocket. She would have done that and gotten rid of her present dilemma but Russel had told her to lay low for the meantime. Her red hair was all over the news and everyone was looking for her as it was, reporters especially and the cops. She was a criminal to everyone.

If she came in contact with anybody, they might run to the cops and blab about how they saw the woman who had killed a lot of people in court. Cops would be everywhere searching for her for killing so many people, so she thought of killing anyone she comes in contact with instead. After all, she had done more killings than she could count and never fazed at any, but again, Russel had told her.

“Be normal and keep away from the spotlight. No more bodies, no more deaths, no more beatings, no more bloods. Except it has to do with Damon or for Damon,”

Remembering those words made her groan and she threw the chips away and stomped on it like it was Damon or Russel. When she was done with a rageful moment, she placed her hand on her waist and stared at the chips.

“Way to go,” she grumbled at herself. She just threw away her dinner.

Not knowing what to do anymore or how to get home, she started towards a dark alley, making sure that she was far from light or people’s view. It was dark and quiet, then she looked around in search of anything or anyone.

When she found no threat, she took off at the speed of light. And like lightning, she ran towards her apartment. Her speed was so fast, no one could see her, no camera could catch a glimpse of her. She ran so fast, her presence could not be caught except for the wave and heavy air that made leaves float into the air, bags fly into the air and the pressure caused by the feel her speed brought with how fast she ran.

Ivy ran towards a dark alley close to her apartment and came to a halt. Then she looked around to make sure no one saw her. When she was sure that no one did, she arranged her cloth, and hair and walked towards her apartment. She walked the steps that led to her apartment and tried to open the door but found that it was locked. She groaned and banged her fist against the door. Maddie should have been home, it was so late and she had promised to come back very early.

“Maddie,” she yelled and slammed her hands against the door even more but no one made a sound. Angrily, she broke the door knob and walked into the house. It was dark and there was no sight of anybody in the house. Switching on the light, Ivy walked towards her room. She dropped her bag and walked over to the kitchen. It was empty and clean and tidy, just in the exact same way it was since they rented it. Her stomach growled at her and the pain of hunger that had subsided returned more powerfully. She banged her fist against the table and thought of ways to get food. She turned to Maddie’s room and broke the door knob. It was dark inside as well, when she switched on the light. She could only scoff at the dark wallpaper, dark curtain, dark bedsheet and more that was in there.

“She thinks she is darkness,” she chuckled and shook her head. Then she started her search for food or money. She started from the wardrobes, the purses, the bags, the bed and found absolutely nothing. She sighed and walked out of the room, then she thought of what to do.

Helpless, she turned back to her room and took off her clothes and necklace. She turned to the shower and had a quick shower, then she wore her usual black leather pants. That was the only kind of clothing in her wardrobe, black pants, black jackets, and black shirts. The only reason she had some other colour was because Russel had spent his time getting her a few clothes which she could use to act like Ivy.

She quickly wore one of the pants, a jacket and her boots, then she turned to her mirror and stared at her hair. She looked different and incomplete without her red hair. But she decided to let it be, and stormed out of the house. Just like she did before, with the speed of light, she ran over to her uncle’s house. When she got there, she ran straight for the door but a barrier knocked her off and threw her over the street where she fell butt flat on the floor.

“Ouch,” she groaned and winced loudly, while passers by stared at her shocked and confused. They didn’t see where she came from and wondered how she got there, others were somewhat concerned while most simply walked past her.

“Are you okay?” a few asked and she simply gave them a nod. She pushed herself up on her feet and turned to her uncle’s house. Only then did she see the purple glow. She growled, balling her hands into a fist and glared at the house. The purple glow signified that there was a spell on the house, to stop outsiders, supernatural beings from intruding. He had to protect himself somehow.

Ivy picked her phone and dialled his number as she stormed to an unknown destination. Everything pushing at her and her anger coming to view, her true self coming out with her and her eyes bloodshot with rage. The phone rang for a long time, and he did not pick up.

“Thief, thief….”

“Please anybody,” someone suddenly yelled and she scoffed. Just about what she needed. Placing her hand on hair, she pulled off the fake hair she wore and hair as red as blood came flowing down. Holding the fake hair, fire suddenly burnt it and she allowed it to fall to the ground and burn to ashes. A little trick she learned. Then she used both her hands to spread her hair, before She took off in the speed light and ran in the direction the voice came from.

A young man was in front of a store yelling and shouting while looking in a particular direction. She ran past him and turned to that direction, then she saw a man running away with a bag hanging loosely at his back. She ran towards him and gave him a clean uppercut that got him crashing back into a pole. He stared at her with wide eyes, as he wondered how he stumbled into her, but she hissed at him and revealed her long canines. Fear seized him instantly and she charged at him and grabbed his throat with her hand willing to snap his neck. Just then, sirens were heard and she paused. It was the trigger that reminded her that she was not allowed to take a life or steal. It was the hardest thing she had to do but she could not go against Russel, he was more to her.

She growled and moved away from the thief, angry at what one day was doing to her life already, her powers were at the surface. Her blue lenses came falling out and she ran with heavy wind and speed.

To the top of a building, Ivy found herself. She stood with eyes staring down with regret at the criminal and the money he held while cops surrounded him. Her stomach growled at her, and hunger came hitting her more than the previous time. Seeing no option and nowhere else to go, she decided to go visit her prince.

******

Damon only just put on his pyjamas for the night and was about to pick up his phone and check the schedule he had for the next day, when the alarm sprang alive, signifying a break in. He walked over to his wardrobe instantly, then he bent down and brought out his pistol from where he hid it and ran out, fearlessly.

Guards immediately blocked his path with their huge body acting as a barricade that would keep him locked up in his room.

“Get out of my path,” he growled at them, understanding that they were only trying to protect him. But he wanted to see who could easily break into his well secured house.

“Sir, please remain indoors till we ascertain what is going on,” one replied unwavering and c****d his gun instantly.

“Who?” the other suddenly spoke into his com.

“Are you sure?” he asked and turned to the other guard with a surprised look on his face. Damon, seeing this, knew that they knew who it was and pushed them off his part. He stormed down the steps with his gun in his hands. When he got to his sitting room, he found a lot of guards in the dinning and more in the kitchen as they all had their guns pointed at one person.

“What are you standing still for?” he growled at them not understanding how they could all be standing still without apprehending who broke into his house. Most of them turned to him and lowered their gaze, and without answering him, they moved away from his path and he walked through them to the kitchen.

His heart skipped at the sight of the red long hair that danced and bounced at the back of the owner.

“Tell your men to get away from here, their presence is beginning to get on my last nerves,” Aziza said coldly without turning around to look at Damon and he found himself smiling. He breathed a sigh of relief and was genuinely happy to see her again. With his hands, he signalled his guards to stand down and leave and they all did. They knew the woman in the kitchen of their boss and they knew what she could, none of them dared to pull the trigger when they saw her.

“What are you doing here?” he walked deeper and she turned around with a plate of cereal in her hands.

“Can’t a girl have a quiet meal?” she replied and started eating. Damon’s heart skipped at the sight of her, not just because of the deadly beauty she had, or because she was at his house, eating like she had been starving but because it was the second time he was seeing that face. He could see the hair, he could see that her eyes were not blue, he could see the darkness around her. He could see the difference between them both. He had told himself countless times earlier that they were both different people but now that he was seeing her, he was no longer sure.

“Do you have a twin?” he suddenly asked and went closer to her. She stopped eating instantly and lifted her eyes to meet his.

“No,” came her blunt reply.

“Do you have a sister?” he continued and sat down on the chair that was opposite hers.

“No,” she replied again and wished that he could stop pestering her already.

“Do you know anyone who looks exactly like you then?” he continued and she dropped her plate with a bang and glared at him.

“No, no one can ever be like me.”

Damon raised his hand in the air, seeing that he had angered the god of death. But he was sure of what he saw, he knew that there had to be a connection. Ivy could not just have the same face with Aziza of all people.

“I have someone working for me, she has the same face just as you,” he persisted and she groaned. Not just because he would not let her eat, but because he was asking too many questions.

“I saw her,” she turned back to the plate.

“And she does look like me, but believe me when I say….” she paused, and thought through what she had to say.

“There is no connection between us.” Came the lie that would ruin everything.