A/N From The Future: I'm an idiot. A big ol' dum-dum. Thank you everyone for pointing out I printed the chapter twice on here. I don't exactly have a computer anymore as the one I used all the time was the schools and they took it back when I left so it was just taunting me for a couple days that I flubbed it up. Sorry bout that! xp
A/N: Hello!... Please don't kill me. I have my sort of explanation for my absence on my other story if you want to read that but long story short, I was going through a dark time and I just graduated high school. Bit of stress but at least now I'm an adult! Yay! *silently sobs in a corner*
Disclaimer: Yup. Look at that. See that big open area over there filled with nothingness? That's all mine.
Chapter 2:
Jessica Jones was soaring through the air in a race to catch the man before he could make a harsh greeting to the ground. By the time she could finally manage a grip on the nearly unconscious man he was just seconds away from the fatal impact. Pulling him in close to her chest, she rotated so she would take the hit. Debris from the landing scattered from them as they rolled across the concrete at an impressive speed before finally coming to a stop. She pulled herself and the guy up and dusted off the accumulated gravel from her tattered jacket.
"You good?" She grunted, stretching out her sore back.
He spat out blood to empty his mouth and looked at her in a mix of shock and disbelief. "No. No I'm not. I get mugged and beat to a pulp, nearly shot in the head, thrown over the buildings by a crazy supervillain, then rolled across concrete at fifty miles per hour. I am far from being good."
"How do you think I'm feeling? I'm the one that has the telekinetic psychopath with a personal vendetta towards me."
Jessica Jones didn't have a clue as to what she did to upset this strange girl before, she thought back to how her night started off.
She had decided a walk around New York would help clear her head from the reminder of being fired from yet another job. She didn't mind it that it was a crappy job being dressed as a sandwich and handing out fliers, but she couldn't seem to hold a job to save her life. Trish wanted her to be a superhero, but how could anyone, especially her, make a living off of that?
She turned the corner and stopped where she was, her inner musings were silenced for the time being when she took in the sight of two men slumped on the ground and another being held up by a well dressed redhead, gasping for breath over her angry shouts. The girl must have had an impressive amount a strength like she did, she was holding the guy by his neck up in the air with a single hand by at least a foot.
"Lady? Do I look thirty to you? It's Miss!"
Jessica sprang into action when she seemed to tighten the grip on his neck and his lips tinted a shade of blue, she shouted a warning at her to grab her attention. It's time to be a hero, She thought as she stepped across the street.
"Let him go before I make you!"
The young woman whipped her head around to face her, revealing a strikingly vivid pair of glowing, purple eyes that were leaking disgust towards her. Her thin frame shifted just slightly to the side to reveal that she wasn't even touching him.
She knew she was screwed then, but the deal was sealed when she saw just how much anger the small woman had, all directed at her. She hated her so much that she just tried to kill some poor guy being mugged just to get rid of her.
After a beat, Jessica shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Listen, just get yourself to a hospital, I need to deal with an angry ginger."
She crouched down prepared to launch back over the buildings before he stopped her. "Name's Malcolm."
She smirked slightly at his chivalrous behavior that was soon to be squashed by the daily life of New York. "Jessica Jones." She simply replied, letting his personality live just one more day before it inevitably dies.
She shot back off into the night, determined to figure out this mystery of the new "gifted" in town.
Violet strolled alongside Kilgrave for a couple blocks, smiling every second, laughing at all the right signals, flirting back and keeping eye contact. She couldn't believe her luck, she has the perfect guy on her arm and he's actually interested in her like he would have been for Jessica. They arrived at a very chic asian restaurant and seemed to fit in perfectly due to their already fashionable clothes.
He strolled past a very long line, earning some vulgar complaints, and approached the reservation holder, who looked on in interest but still looked down on them all the same.
"Can I help you?" He sneered sarcastically.
"You'll give us your best table." He told him arrogantly, both him and Violet smirking at his sudden change in demeanor as he grabbed a pair of menus and smiled.
"Of course. Follow me."
They walked past a few tables and even climbed up some stairs before arriving at a private room and opening the door, they were met with a window overlooking an impressive view of the city, and interrupting what seemed to be a very intimate moment between a young couple.
"What the fuck? I told you to not interrupt us!" The man shouted, jumping up from his seat in the luxurious booth that surrounded the adorned table.
"Shut up and get out, both of you." Kilgrave demanded, waiting for the now sedated man and confused woman to step outside. The waiter placed the menus down on the table and stepped out as well, leaving the room to just the two of them.
"I doubt I'll ever get tired of that." She giggled, taking her seat across the table from him. Her gazed turned out towards the view, taking in the dazzling lights of New York city.
"Are you new here to the lovely city that is New York?" He asked, observing her behavior towards the view.
She grinned. "I'm fairly local, I've been living here on my own for about a year now."
"But you look at the view like it's the first time you've ever seen it." He replied smugly, acting like he caught just her in the act of some crime, to his surprise she smiled more.
"It's kind of like what I said before about your powers. I doubt I'll ever get tired of it."
She turned her head back to continue looking out the window and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't actually order her to answer him, in fact, she just never seen such a high end view of the city she lived in. Sure, she had a nice place to live in, but it was moderate and homely compared to this. She didn't notice Kilgrave watching her with interest.
"So. What do you like to eat?" He asked, bringing her attention back on him.
"Well, I really like sushi." She noticed him make a face at that and changed her answer. "But, I'd rather you choose for me, seeing as you're going to name me as well."
His eyes lit up at her mentioning that. "Yes that's right! We still have to give you a superhero name. Violet Sheffield won't do for fighting bad guys on the street now would it?"
Violet made a face as well at how he stressed the word superhero. "I don't know if I really want to have that as my career, I mean, I'd just be fighting bad guys in the streets. I would get bored of it after a while. What is it that you do? That seems a lot more interesting than the superhero life."
He cocked his head with a curious yet pleased expression. "Really? Helping others doesn't entice you?"
"Not really, but you understand I'm sure. With your powers you could do whatever you want but instead you take care of yourself. At least, I'm assuming that's why you're not helping others either. There's nothing in it for me, just like you."
"True. Around here, no one cares for anyone but themselves. Although I do care to know more about you."
"How do you mean?" Violet blushed, he leaned in close across the table and stared intently at her.
"Well, you can't expect me to come up with a proper name without knowing anything about you. You may have the resemblance of an angel but could be the devil's advocate herself. Every little fact about you could be useful. Let's start with your family, tell me about your parents."
Violet leaned over the table as well, perching herself on her elbows and staring straight back at him. "A cowardly pair of idiots that didn't know how to deal with me and sent me away to live here." Kilgraves brow rose, pushing her to further explain.
"I have, anger issues, according to them. I may have broken a few things or hit a couple people when I was upset and they couldn't handle it. Set me up in some apartment in the city, gave me some money to live off of, hooked me up with a job, and… haven't really heard from them since."
Kilgrave kept watching her eyes, seeing how the fact that her own family locked her away in a different city had seemingly no effect on her. It intrigued him to see how she was behaving, much like how he felt about his own parents. He shrugged it off though seeing as everyone has parental issues, and their's never experimented on them. It was still interesting nonetheless.
"Sorry to hear that, would you like to go and visit them? Give them a little taste of revenge?"
"Yes, but they're gone now I'm sure. Won't be missed." She mused, smiling at his thoughtful nature to cheer her up even though she didn't need it. She assumed that they were gone at least, she didn't know if she had a parallel version of her family in this universe, it would certainly be bizarre to walk into a version of herself. Her thoughts were halted as Kilgrave spoke.
"What are your interests?" He quickly changed tracks, leaving Violet quiet for a moment. She knew that he was her one and only interest at this point, but if she blurted that out she felt it would just come off as creepy.
"Well, I'm not sure. It was nice using my powers, can that count?" He narrowed his eyes when he noticed her evade an actual answer.
"Tell me what interests you." He ordered, sparking the deep desire to answer him once more.
"You."
He grinned at her blush, relishing her sudden shyness and embarrassment. "Now, was that so hard to say?"
"No. I just didn't want to, I don't know, scare you off or anything." She took an increased interest in her nails, now that she noticed it, they had a metallic, silver, nail polish on them. Whoever dressed her up sure had a fun time with her. She didn't want to think too much about what else they might have done to her.
"It's going to take a lot more than a mutual interest to scare me off."
"Mutual?" She tentatively smiled, peeking a look up at him to see him still grinning.
"You are by far the most interesting creature I've ever met, not everyday you meet someone as beautiful as you who has powers too. In fact, someone who has the same desire out of life as me, I think we'd make quite a team."
This sparked her interest as she shot her look straight into his deep, chocolatey eyes that danced with an affectionate glee towards her. Is he offering her what she thinks he's offering?
She struggled out her words, "Y-you mean… you'd want me to-"
"Stay with me. We could run the city of New York if we felt like it." He reached over to grab her hand and began tracing circles on her palm the sent a fluttering pulse pounding where his fingers touched. "What do you say?"
Her smile bursted with an excited radiance and nodded her head childishly like a kid in a toy store. "Of course, oh I'd love that!"
His smile in return started to shift to something more predatorial. His eyes darkened even further when he glanced at her lips, licking his own. Violet's breath shuddered at the sudden spike of tension in the room, but it quickly snapped when someone began to knock on the door. He growled out in frustration and barked on order out.
"For christ's sake. Come in!"
At his command a nervous waiter stumbled in, his eyes widening in shock and confusion as to what came over him, Kilgrave paid him no mind however.
"We'll have the marinated duck and foie gras fried rice, accompanied with your finest sake." He glanced at Violet before speaking again. "Actually, a bottle of champagne, we are celebrating a new partnership aren't we?"
He grinned further at her pleased expression before turning back and frowning at the man still standing there looking dazed and confused.
He was about to order him to cut off one of his ears for not listening before Violet spoke up towards him.
"One more thing, before you bring us our food, I expect the skin to be crispy. If it is soft or fatty in any way I will personally shove the whole thing down your esophagus and watch you choke to death." She sweetly smiled back at him as if she hadn't just threatened him with a gruesome death. "Are we clear?"
The poor boy began to stutter an answer before she clenched her fist and shattered a decorative vase in the corner to pieces. "I said, are we clear?" She repeated with more force.
"Y-yes, ma'am." He made to move before an invisible force grabbed him and pin him against the wall in the small room.
"It's. Miss." She hissed out, a venomous, violaceous glare piercing him as he began to gasp for air from the pressure. Kilgrave rose from his seat and approached the man with a terrifying smirk.
"You'll be sure to not to make this mistake again, or you will cut out your tongue. In fact… grab one of those pieces of broken glass in the corner." Kilgrave motioned for her to release him when he began struggling to get down from the wall. She shoved him down to the floor and had him crumble to his knees, making him crawl on his knees in desperation to grab a vase shard that he now gripped tightly in his hand, blood squeezing between his fingers. He looked up in fear at what might happen next.
Violet was certainly eager to see his powers in action, but from the rumble in her stomach, she spoke up.
"Actually, do you think we can just have him bring us our food first? I'd rather not have any blood on my entree." Violet surprisingly interjected, saving the man from a grisly punishment.
"Alright, whatever you like. Drop it and stand up." He replied, disappointment dancing in his eyes before her words broke through.
"Aw. Don't look so sad." She mocked playfully as she moved to stand up by him. "I was going to suggest that when he brings us everything that then you can entertain me with him stabbing himself or swallowing glass. Until then, we have a future partnership to discuss." She chuckled, relishing in the warmth on his face and terror on the waiter's. She turned towards the latter and dropped her smile. "Well? Move."
He nodded his head with tears of dread trailing down his cheeks as he stepped out the room and closed the door behind him. Kilgrave spun on his heel to face her, the same heated gaze from before reappearing. He cocked his head and stared at her blush.
"I believe I quite enjoy seeing you ordering people around, you look so adorable being menacing and commanding."
"Well, I guess you could say I learned from the best." She giggled, daring a glance into his darkening eyes. "Would you like to sit down and talk or…" She trailed off, interested in her fancy new shoes in favor of braving his stare.
"Well, we have a lot to discuss and plenty of time to do it, I think we can find something to do to pass the time." His words curled a strange pleasure through the air even without commands to compel her.
She had no words that wouldn't come out as flustered and simply nodded, making him give a grin that could only come off as hungry. He sauntered closer until he was merely centimeters away from her, his hand ghosting lightly across her cheeks.
"You would like to k-" He was cut off by her lips quickly silencing him, trying to show him she wanted this and didn't need him to order her to.
She was lost in the sensation of his soft lips and sharp stubble mixing and blending in a mind-numbing experience. Her passionate kiss was met with an equally fervent response from him and felt his hands snake around her waist, pulling her close against him. Her gasp from the pressure she felt from him pressing against her stomach was caught in his mouth, making him grin viciously. His hand slowly raised and skated up her back, gripping the nape of her neck and angling her head for him to deepen the kiss and slip his tongue in. Her heart raced at an incredible speed, numb to the rest of the world around her, save for the tingling feeling spreading through her.
Just as fast as the moment began, it broke as the window omitted a crisp crack from the glass splintering. They both pulled away to see the spider cracks swirl across the knife from the table embedded in the glass and other varying silverware sticking in the wall as well. Violet flushed hard from the realization of what happened and hid her face in her hands.
"I-I'm sorry, I must have gotten a bit too… excited." She stuttered, feeling his hands snake around her wrists and pulling them down away from her face. He tilted her chin up to see his amused smirk.
"Oh that's quite alright, darling. We'll just have to teach you to control yourself won't we?" She nodded in relief. "Now, let's sit down and talk over everything, there's much to discuss."
Jessica landed with a thud on top of the building overlooking where she last saw the redhead. She grimaced at the mutilated remains of some other poor soul that met her. He seemed to have been squashed like a gory, human pancake.
She lept onto the next buildings and followed the streets, wincing from her sore ribs from her rough landing.
Finally, she found the strange woman waltzing down the street with her arm wrapped around some strange man. She didn't recognize him from anywhere and he didn't seem to be held against his will by this terrifying woman. In fact, he was flirting with her, and she was flirting and giggling back, hard. She seemed like a normal, high-end girl in that moment, like she didn't just brutally murder two men.
She leapt off the building and landed below in some alley, pulling the hood up of her jacket and sneaking by the line to some overpriced restaurant. She got close enough to sneak a look at what the man looked like, and also how disgustingly besotted the lovely girl was. If she didn't know any better she would have guessed that she met her idol and he just agreed to take her out on a date.
She listened in on the conversation, if you could call it that, with the reservation holder. She sneered at the condescending man's tone. "Can I help you?"
She wanted to just punch the guy but figured she would enjoy seeing the arrogant man being turned away, what happened next surprised her.
"You'll give us your best table." He ordered, and immediately the man perked up and escorted the pair inside. Maybe he was famous? She sneaked around the building to see through the window where they were going, groaning from them moving upstairs and moving to jump up to the window. She landed up on the ledge and pressed herself against the wall, peering in to see a different couple getting steamy in the room. The door burst open and she watched the younger man stand up, going up to angrily confront them for interrupting.
Peering around the corner, she observed the younger man looking for a fight with the arrogant ass. Instead, he just opened his mouth and he immediately straightened up, and him and his date walked calmly out the door. Jessica furrowed her brow at the site, whatever he said it seemed to change his mind. She ducked out of sight when she looked out the window and risked a peek back inside to catch what seemed to be an intimate moment between the two.
When the waiter came in, she contemplated just bursting in when she saw how livid she became and pinned him against a wall after shattering a vase without even moving from her seat. It was then the man stood up and spoke once more that had him scrambling to pick up a shard of glass that had her notice something was different about him.
Somehow, she was saved the effort of breaking into the room to stop the poor guy from something gruesome to do with the glass by the girl standing up and stopping him, the guy didn't seem to happy about it though. The heated moment seemed to pick back up again when the crying waiter left and met with them practically eating each other's faces off. That's when all the utensils on the table began twitching violently and flung a knife straight towards where her head was. She jumped back and fell below, avoiding them seeing her and tried to calm her thoughts.
Who were they?
A/N: Okay, just want to say here that was the first smutiest (if that's even the right word) thing I've ever written so, might not be the best up there. Story will finally be progressing on a normal schedule after all the graduation parties die down but, feel free to leave some reviews on ideas you might have and I will be sure to put in here. This story is for everyone who needs a little comfort after the tragic ending that was Jessica Jones, every idea is a good one. ;) Until next time, my little companions!
