((Hello everyone! Thank you for taking the time to read this! I hope you enjoyed it, I hope you giggled, I hope you wasted sometime and now you're closer to getting off of work/school and I really hope you'd want more. So I'm going to be very frank here. Writing for me is a very spur of the moment thing, my muse is fickle. Writing is also ALOT of fun and helps me in many many ways within my daily life. I want you to know I've tried my best to make this as legible as can be but no, I will not go back and fix every wrong tense or stupid little thing...that takes the fun out of my most loved hobby. If my writing is so bad, don't read it. Really. It's no skin off my back. I quit many years ago because of all the tiny things I was legit being yelled at about, they ruined something I take a lot of pleasure in and I will not let that happen again. But I sincerely hope my writing isn't that bad and I really hope you enjoy reading this. ))
((EDIT : I realized my above 'warning' really makes me look like a douchebag lol. I am not one...well, I do not actively try to be one haha. What I meant was that I'm trying to keep my beloved hobby fun so I do not want to go over it again and again and again. BUT...I'm actively trying to write better and keep improving and get better with my tenses. So I apologize if I came off harsh. Thank you)) ((ALSO THANKS SPELL CHECK FOR CONSISTENTLY CHANGING HIS NAME TO JEBIDIAH lol. Sorry for all the re-ups.))
Chapter 1 : Boredom
It was true what numerous people thru-out the years had said about having 'everything'...one gets bored, tho most those people also said those who have everything also become sociopath's but they were dead now so who gave a fuck. Zebediah Kilgrave sat in the VIP section of a very nice smokey bar he had claimed as his own, beautiful women sat with him in the booth giggling and showing affections at his slightest whim...well, his slightest mind control...tomato, tomoatoe. He found himself bored tho, even tho having fun with vapid women and eager to please waiters was a happy past-time for him, he felt plain bored. His precious Jessica was away in upper state New York with some band of mutants or superhero's...even with his abilities his information was scarce.
Even tho she was HIS, he figured her departure would allow him some time to think and plan but his mind was blank and very little was doing anything to get his creative juices stirring. "Next Band! Now!" he yelled, the boring jazz band on stage quickly stopping mid song to get their gear off stage and allow the next band on. He sat back and sighed looking around to the women, "You all, get out, leave this bar and go home," he told them to which they were quick to comply.
The next band, known as "Aberrant Cover-Band" (which he thought was an adorable name) came out and set up quickly. At the moment they were unaffected by Kilgrave's powers but that would probably change soon. They had just figured the last band bombed so bad the manager pushed them ahead. They had gotten some recognition in the area for being a well cataloged cover-band of many different songs of different genres.
After convincing his waiter to bring him the finest bottle of wine for free, he sipped it from his glass...his eyebrow perking up some as he watched the band setup. With his Jessica gone he found himself being taken over by his more 'male' sensibilities and this fronts woman of the band caught his eye. He watched as she set up a guitar and a steel pedal guitar in her area but stepped up to the mic alone for the first song. The spot light shined on her as the rest of her band (4 others representing the drums, guitar, bass and keyboard) were dimly lit...giving him a better view of her.
The first thing he noticed were her very green eyes, highlighted by some dark eyeliner and pale skin. "Do women not tan anymore?" he thought to himself with a smirk but still captivated. The young woman took a moment to let down her red-brownish hair from a pony-tail, letting it cascade just a bit pass her shoulders. She was tall enough that she had to heighten the mic stand from the last guy and she had a lil something his Jessica did not...curves. He also noticed a sleeve tattoo on her left arm that stretched up to her neck. He tilted his head curiously and watched further.
The young woman motioned back to her drummer who counted down and soon the beginning somber notes to The Weeknds "Can't Feel My Face" started. His gaze fixed on her ruby red lipstick covered lips as they started to sing the lyrics. He became quite impressed actually, with her singing and the cohesiveness of the band. As the song broke into the chorus he found himself nodding and stood up, turning his back to the stage. "Enjoy this! Get up and dance! Like you mean it!" he yelled out to the patrons who immediately got up and started to dance. Grabbing his wine glass he moved up to the front of the now crowded dance floor, his eyes on her.
From the bands POV they had noticed Kilgrave demand the whole club to dance, they figured they had just appreciate what had been a hit song all summer. Camille, the fronts woman smiled big and continued to sing, her eyes being drawn to the man in front who kept staring up at her. She figured he just thought she was pretty and threw him a wink. Usually the shy ones stared and a cute lil wink would ease them up some.
Kilgrave smirked to himself and allowed the patrons to cheer and clap as the song ended. Camille grabbed an acoustic guitar and sat on the edge of the stage, switching her mic from a headset. "Okay, this one is a bit slower..." she told the group. "Aww, that's boring! Play something more upbeat!" Kilgrave said to her/the band.
Her band members blinked and the guitarist leaned in to Camille's ear (in Kilgrave's ear shot) "we can skip to something more upbeat Cammy" he said. She shook her head, "No, we don't really do requests you know," she mused gently. The band all shrugged and got ready to play the song that was on their list.
Kilgrave took a step back, an intrigued look on his face. Mental control could be undone when a group had a 'leader' of sorts...but this leader would have to have some trick of his or her own. But he noticed she didn't shoot him a look or say anything else...could she have something and be unaware? Even the strongest will could crumble to him...this would be interesting to say the least.
He sat back down in his booth and allowed the band to finish their set. As they packed up he made sure to have the patrons slip them tips or buy the album of covers they had put out by themselves. Needless to say this had been the bands most successful set. He watched, once the band had cooled down back stage, as they headed to the bar. A DJ now playing some music.
Kilgrave waved some very gorgeous ladies over and 'convinced' them to find the males in the band very attractive...eventually pulling them away from their 'leader' who was nice enough to not be a cock-block, even if that meant she was drinking alone. Grabbing his glass of wine he made his way over to the bar and sat next to her, not saying anything at first. He just watched; watched as she ordered a warm mug of earl grey tea and used honey to sweeten it. Watched as she sipped on the tea and read some things on her phone. After awhile a man who had just walked into the club made a bee-line to the pretty young woman and did his best to chat her up. Kilgrave chuckled as how at first she was polite but he could see she was getting quickly annoyed.
"Look dude, you're nice and all but I just finished a set. I just wanna relax," she said, her voice slightly hoarse from her set. "Well, how about WE relax at my place, I have a hot tub and everything," he said leaning in close to her. Camille rolled her eyes and put down her phone, "Okay dude, now you're being a creep-hat, please just go away," she said. Kilgrave noticed the man was not leaving, okay, so her abilities...if she had any...did not work like his. The man pressed on, "Come on, don't be a bitch about things..." he said which set Kilgrave off. "Hey man, leave the lady alone and go play in traffic," he told him. The man blinked and walked out with a frown.
Camille took a sip of her tea then cleared her throat, "Wow...I'm impressed," she smiled to Kilgrave then stuck out her hand friendly like. "Camille Dawson," she introduced herself with a warm smile. Kilgrave smirked and took her hand, kissing the top softly, "Jebediah Kilgrave," he told her. "Thank you for helping me back there, I hate to seem like a defenseless princess..." she started but stopped as he waved his hand, "don't mind it. I'm sure the only thing he could of given you was some sort of STD," he joked, making her laugh. "BUT, my place...I actually have a hot tub as well as some lovely means of playing music. Come back with me, we can...hang out," he told her, looking to her.
Camille smiled but shook her head, "I appreciate the offer but no, I don't go to the homes of men I've only known for a few minutes," she told him, internally rolling her eyes thinking she had switched one creeper for another.
"Oh...you sure? You can tell your friends where you're going so everyone can be safe." He grabbed her hand and tugged her almost playfully, still trying to see if he could 'work' on her, "come back with me," he told her.
Camille pulled back her arm, "I appreciate you're being playful about this but..." she closed her eyes but ended up squinting them and rested her hand on her forehead. Kilgrave noticed she looked to be in pain. "Are you alright?" he asked in a false concerned voice. "Yeah...I...I uh just got a horrible headache or something..." she grumbled with a frown. He stood up and gently pulled her to stand, "come on, there's an all-night urgent care right down the street, I'll take ya...migraines shouldn't come on like that," he said. "No, no, I'm okay, Ill just call a cab," she told him as she grabbed some money the bartender and paid her tab.
"No, I insist...come with me," he -told- her. "Really, I'm fine, it's probabl-Ow...fuck!" she whimpered practically stumbling against him, his arms around her protectively. "No you're not," he said and took her phone from her hand so he could turn it on. "Message your friends tell them you're with Jebediah Kilgrave and I'm taking you to urgent care," he told her. She nodded, her eyes now able to open...which he took note of.
As she messaged her friends, he messaged the women in their care and told them to get to their phones and delete any and all messages from the phones of their 'dates', to which they all happily complied.
Before too long they were outside and walking down the street. "The brisk air might help your head some," he told her, slipping an arm around her shoulders as she zipped up her long coat and headed to the small urgent care building with him. As they entered thru the automatic doors, he stopped her and pointed out a security camera. "Oy, just to show you I'm on the up and up...there's a security camera right there...say Hi," he smiled to her.
Camille chuckled softly and waved to the camera with him. He let her sit as he went up and signed her in...and after a talk with the register they were soon called back.
"Lucky timing eh?" he asked with a smile as they followed a nurse back into a room. After some basic hand-eye tests and much talking, the doctor figured it was just a migraine brought on by all the lights/sounds and a life being around loud music. He gave her some narcotics for when the pain was at its worst, migraine medicine, ear plugs and a referral to a neurologist.
Kilgrave had noticed she did not have insurance and talked the doctor into a bit of charity work when it came to her...which he was more than happy to do. They got her med's filled at a pharmacy in the building (which he paid for) then headed out. On the way out he convinced security to erase their tapes of the last 2 hours...then rejoined Camille like nothing happened.
"Where's your car?" he asked her as they walked back to the front of the club. "Oh, I don't have one I got a ride from my friend," she said, pulling out her cell phone in order to message him. Knowing that message would never be received he took the cell from her hand and put it back in her coat picket. "Don't worry, I'll get you home," he said and signaled for his driver who was quick to pull up his sleek town car. Still in pain, Camille let out a soft sigh and nodded to him, "Thank you," she mused softly and climbed in with Kilgrave following behind. They were soon on their way.
"How's your head?" he asked, turning her face towards his and looking into her eyes as if he was a doctor or something.
"It still hurts but..I think that's what migraines are good at," she smirked painfully.
He gave her his attempt at a warm smile and tucked some of her hair behind her ear, "You'll be okay, I'll set you up once at your place then leave you alone," he said.
"Mmk," she mused softly, resting her head on his shoulder.
Kilgrave smiled to himself. "This could be fun until MY Jessica returns," he said to himself. Being immune to his abilities was one thing but the fact that she was punished with pain when she refused him was even more intriguing.
Before too long they were walking into her apartment. It was a decent enough building but nothing he would ever find himself living in. She unlocked her door and they stepped in. As Camille paused to take off her jacket, Kilgrave walked right into the middle of her living room and looked around.
"Well..it's clean," he said not really with complimenting her place.
Camille chuckled and sat her bag from the pharmacy on her 2 seater kitchen table. "I know, compared to you I live in poverty..but, it's mine...I keep it clean...and no one else helps me so.." she shrugged.
-Such independence, how adorable- he thought to himself. "Sit down," he told her.
"I'm okay, I'm going to fi-fuuuuuck," she grumbled as her headache came back full force...making her sit down with a pained grunt.
Kilgrave smirked to himself as his theories became more and more proven, "you relax, Ill fix you something my grandmother fixed me when I wasn't feelin well," he mused and headed into her kitchen.
A sigh escaped his lips, "At least it's clean," he repeated as he surveyed the tiny kitchen before stepping into it. After a quick look around he came out with a mug of some fine smelling tea and set it down in front of her. "Drink it," he told her.
This time, it seems, she was willing to listen and sipped the tea. "Whoa..that's strong but.." she opened her eyes some, "it's doing the job," she mused.
"Ginger tea," he explained and sat next to her like he owned the place. "Good for what ails a ginger.." he said picking up a piece of her more reddish hair, "...even a fake one."
"Man, you're good at mixing compliments with insults," she told him, taking another sip before setting her mug down.
He shrugged and sat back, "So..what now?" he asked her.
"What now? You've done your good Samaritan thing all while getting yourself into my apartment. Perhaps, you should leave before I take your 'good will' as something else," she told him point blankly. "But hey, thanks for the tea," she said giving him a smile.
Kilgrave, known for not taking peoples sarcasm very well, merely smile and stood up. "Let me clean up your kitchen some and Ill be out," he mused and headed back into the kitchen. After rinsing out the pot he used he snatched a card that was stuck to her fridge and stuffed it into his pocket. He stepped out into the living room and put his jacket back on.
"Hey, I do mean what I say...thank you for helping me tonight," she said a bit more warmly.
"Rest up, I know you have a gig in the next few days," he winked to her before leaving.