MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

His devil guardian

Everyone including Damon looked around to see who had such feminine and powerful voice and would dare speak in such a place but they found no one. Not even the security and cops.

“Humans are so useless. Can’t believe I am here to save you as always, Damon,” the voice added again, this time, her voice was filled with spite and pride yet no one saw who was speaking. She yawned, feeling tired and irritated by how slow witted they were. Yet a tiny part of her was nervous. It was the first time since ages ago, and she would be showing her face to him again.

“Don’t be in such a haste and sit down. I don’t want to prolong this any further, it’s getting boring,” she added, putting her nerves in place.

“Up there…” someone from the crowd shouted and everyone including Damon turned to the direction he was pointing at, high above them. Then Damon saw what looked like red hair, red long hair that was very catchy to the eyes but the figure was far away, and high up on a window with one of her legs dangling in the air and the other bent till it was touching her chest.

“How did she get there?” someone mumbled close to him. It was too high for someone to be there, especially without being spotted. If he heard him, Damon didn’t show. His eyes were rather fixed on that figure and his heart was racing rapidly inside him in strange expectation and ecstasy. A feeling he didn’t understand. Suddenly she stood up and everyone yelled in fear when she jumped down from such a high place. Screams filled the air for she was going to die.

She didn’t. She landed in the middle of the room, the space between Damon and the jury with one of her knees to the ground, one of her hands on the ground as well and her hair covering her face. Then with a swift move, she flung her hair backward and her eyes met Damon’s. They were black but a tint of red at the edges of her pupil, round her pupil. But it disappeared almost immediately and she rose up to her fullness.

“I have the evidence…”

Damon frowned and his eyes hardened at her. Every feeling of familiarity disappeared. She had been paid off as well to put him away.

“Seize her,” someone yelled. A dark smirk appeared on her face almost immediately. It got Damon intrigued and the cops immediately tried doing that. Damon relaxed into his seat and couldn’t help but feel that they were stupid. A woman such as her should be feared yet they were so blinded by taking orders.

“Finally,” she whispered to herself. The cops walked towards her boldly and soon enough surrounded her, but she showed no sign of fear or panic. She simply just stood there and watched them with boring eyes.

“Don’t you want to see the evidence first, if I kill them all now, you would run away even before I show you the truth” her voice rose high, high enough for murmurings to ensue. Even mocking laughter at her pronouncement. Damon for the first time all day smiled at her pronouncement. Something told him that he didn’t want to miss what was about to happen, he only needed a popcorn for he was fully relaxed in his seat.

“Wait...” the same person that asked for her to be captured interjected.

“Let’s have a look at the evidence first, we don’t want it getting corrupted or ruined,” she added. The red hair yawned audibly in boredom and Damon chuckled at her boldness. The sound of it made everyone turn to him including the red hair. In all her years of watching him, she had heard that sound only a few times and it was beautiful as it was.

A flash was handed to a clergy and it was connected to a laptop that was also connected to a large tv screen that faced the crowd.

The tv turned on and revealed the same suit at the Princeton that Damon had gone to for the gathering that ruined him. He sat up immediately when he saw the video. He had searched for cameras or CCTV footage that would show he didn’t do it but found none and having to see one at that moment meant a lot.

Damon was seen speaking with two men, but that was only for a brief second before he went to the restroom. Then someone else came in. It was a lady, the same red-haired lady. She was putting on a red short gown that made her enticing to the eyes, to even him.

“Who are you?” one of the men asked her as she walked in with bold steps.

“Your death,” came her prompt reply. They laughed at her comment and soon enough all the ladies present started leaving. No one knew if it was because they were scared of her comment or because it was planned from the beginning.

“Indeed…” a man spanked the red hair in her ass as he went and stood behind her.

“You are going to be our death, truly,” he added and pressed himself against her back while his hand snaked its way to her breast. In a swift move, she elbowed him in his lungs. He staggered backward and bent over as he held his stomach. But she turned around as well, with her knees, she kicked his face, breaking his nose. He groaned and stood erect but she punched him so hard in his throat. He flew into the wall next to him and she followed speedily. Digging her hands deep into his throat, blood gushing out of his eyes and mouth, she dragged his esophagus out. And he dropped dead.

Gasps filled the courtroom and Damon turned away from the tv to stare at the woman. He could not believe that such a beautiful woman could be so brutal. But just as quickly, he turned back to the tv and found that most men were dead already. She had a dagger and a gun, a silent one and could use it perfectly. Most she stabbed and others she shot and she was quick, too quick in his eyes. Soon enough, everyone was dead in the pool of their own blood except one. Shivering in his seat, he stared at his death whose red hair and red dress blended properly with the blood that had stained her. She walked over to him and smiled wickedly.

“You really planned to kill Mr. Roxwell,” she stated. Damon’s eyes darkened at that statement and he realized what and why he had been invited to such a place.

“I am so sorry. Such a thought would never come across to us again, please, have mercy,” he cried.

“I would never be a part of such a plan, please, do not kill me. I have a family,” he continued.

“Indeed,” she smirked.

“But this message I would be sending has to be bloody enough. So, I need all the blood I can get...” she stated.

“I am his guardian angel or perhaps, his devil guardian. A blow at him, a whisper against him, a plot, an evil glare. Where ever in the world would have me, visiting just like this” she added finally and pointed her gun at his head. Before he could plead more, she shot him and his brain splattered all over the place. When she turned around, her face was bloody and she did not bother to clean it up. She confidently started humming a song. One so beautiful and heart wrecking, you wouldn’t believe it came out from a serial killer.

Few minutes later, Mr. Roxwell Damon came out from the rest room and he found the mess, then cops.

“Seize her...” someone yelled at the end of the video and Damon scoffed at their stupidity. The cops charged at her like brainless fools and quickly, she brought a dagger and sliced the first person’s throat. Turning around swiftly, she broke the other’s neck and dug her dagger into the other’s chest. Everyone yelled at the commotion and ran away from the scene immediately. But Damon remained seated with the jury, the reporters who dared stayed and his father and grandfather. They watched as the red hair moved speedily, breaking people’s neck, slicing throats till they were all dead, except one. He had a gun pointed at her, no more cops came to fight her. They simply ran when they saw the blood bath but this fool had a gun pointed at her. Yet Damon felt like he needed an applause. He was brave even when his hands were visibly shaking in fear.

“Drop the gun,” she ordered as she took a step closer to him.

“N…o…no. You..ar…e under arrest…for…”

“Shut up and drop the gun. I might spear you,” her voice came cold and deadly.

“Pu…t…raise your hands…above…you…r head where….i…I can see…”

With the speed of lightning. She took the gun away from him and pointed it at him. Tears came running down his eyes immediately.

“Ain’t you stupid?” She pulled the trigger. And blood splashed against Damon’s face.

The crowd in the courtroom had disappeared leaving only a few numbers and the smell of blood filled everywhere. The red hair turned to the jury who had gone pale and frozen.

“He is innocent, let him go,” she ordered. They gave her a nod of their head like obedient children before she turned to Damon whose guards had surrounded him like a wall. The view made her smile as she took a step closer to him. The guards brought out their guns and pointed it at her, ready to kill but even Damon knew that his trained guards from the military wouldn’t be able to save him from her no matter what. That’s if she was set out to have his head which he doubted, greatly.

“Step aside...” he ordered them.

“But…”

“She will kill you if you don’t, step aside,” he interrupted and they did so quickly. She stopped a few distance away from him, her eyes dangerously and gracefully landing on him. Red lines encircled her black pupils like he had seen earlier and instead of him feeling wary, he felt safe. Her leather pants and leather jacket were all bloody, her face had a bit of blood in them and a smile as well. His heart caught in his chest as the only thing he thought of was how beautiful she looked even in such devilish circumstances.

“Are you human?” came his first question.

'Do you believe in the supernatural?’ she answered him with a question. He thought for long about it. He actually did not believe in such, though history had made it clear that supernatural dwelled among them a long time ago.

“Are you a machine then?” he asked, pushing the thought of the supernatural away from his head. With all the world’s renovation. He was sure that anything could happen now.

She frowned at his question, her eyes showing that she was angry. The red around her pupils became more red. But again, it disappeared so quickly and she forced a smile.

“I will be seeing you Damon,” she said and turned around.

“How?” he stood up, wanting to ask more questions.

“I am your guardian stupid. I am always watching”