A/N: Rose said she'd love me forever if I updated this and plus I love all of you too, felt I should share the love since I now have an unlimited supply. ^^ Alright, this is when the story lives up to its promise of being rated M. Kilgrave's perfect match shows up now so you know she's going to be a bit messed up too. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nearly everything in here is Marvels, but I do own the OC!... Alright she owns me. :( Just let me dream!

Chapter 1:

Violet Sheffield could not comprehend what had just happened as she sat motionless on a broken-in sofa in her nest of blankets. Her messy red hair from pulling an all-nighter of binge watching glistened in the early dawnbreak of morning that pierced through New York's skyscrapers. She was a newly turned twenty year old living in mildly comforting conditions that anyone could ask for in the metrocity. Her living conditions consisted of just her in the one bedroom apartment, she felt it would be easier for her to live on her own due to a minor temper issue she had and the occasional, awkward sleeping habits. The tired traces of bags under her emerald eyes were slightly twitching at the audacity of those credits rolling on the screen.

First of all, she sacrifices her entire night just for this one season from Netflix. Hours of precious sleep thrown away for this damned show. She poured her whole attention into the delight that… was… "Jessica Jones", and how does it repay her? By killing the most amazing, misunderstood, handsome, brilliant, powerful, chivalrous, loving character. By snapping his neck no less! No! Just no!

David Tennant is her most favorite, beloved actor and yes, she understood that if it wasn't him that was playing the part she probably wouldn't have really cared as strongly for the character. There was just something about the darker parts of his acting that set her on edge, but a good kind of edge. Problem here though, was that she wanted to feel like this for the entire series, but not one season.

"How… dare they?" She menacingly whispered in the empty room, her tone ominous enough to send any sane person running away before the wrath burst like a flooded dam. "Who do those bastards think they are!? Who could she just snap his neck? Did she not understand that she could have made him a damn hero if she wanted, or is she just stupid? But no, she just had to avenge Hope Schlottman! What kind of stupid name is that anyway? She could have just asked him to have her released from prison in the first place but the dumb-ass just had to stab her stupid neck with some stupid glass! So what do you do? Oh, let's just snap his neck. You don't even deserve to touch him anymore! God, if I could just rip you damn spine out of your chest, I would! You bitch!"

Without any restraint to hold back her temper, she began pulverizing the pillows next to her with her fists in a rage before she started hurdling them across the room. She screamed at the top of her lungs despite the protesting thumping of neighbors above and below her. Her hands snatched up the closest object and found themselves raising the remote above her head, ready and poised to shatter the screen.

Before she could begin pulling it back, the credits abruptly ended and shifted over to a scene in a dimly lit, concrete room. She froze, her rising and falling chest from panting were the only indication that she wasn't a statue, before a strange man sat in front of the camera and looked straight at her. He was bald and wearing a nice suit, but she still held her weapon of choice in attack position. If he didn't say what she wanted to hear, the T.V. was done for.

"Are you not satisfied with this ending?" He asked in a such a sympathetic manner that it had to be fake.

"You're damn right I'm not!" She shouted, unknowingly lowering the potential projectile.

"Call this number to voice your opinion, and the best response with the most valid reasoning will be built off of for the, next season. You can even bring back Kilgrave if you wanted to." He winked then disappeared to be replaced by bold numbers for a telephone.

She paused the screen in a rush and reached for her phone, pounding in the numbers as fast as she could and slamming it up against her ear. A growl emanated from her throat as she punched the redial button at the busy tone and waited in anticipation when the line began ringing. Her eyes fluttered shut in brief relief when the telephone operator picked up.

"Jessica Jones response line, what do you believe should happen?" The tired woman read out in a bored tone. The operator was jolted out of her monotonous stupor when she heard the vulgar, irate complaint from her newest caller.

"Bring Kilgrave back right, fucking, now! I don't give a damn how you manage it, make it all a dream, get another 'gifted' person to bring him back from the dead or something or reverse time if you have to! I want him back and then I want the bitch, Jessica Jones, killed by a meat grinder or a trash compactor, anything that will make her death terrifying, torturous and painful. I want her crying and covered in the blood of her best friends and destroyed with their bodies! He didn't deserve to die if he never knew any better!"

During the tirade, the new employee scrambled for the charts she was given for when this exact situation occurred. She didn't know why her boss wanted only the women's opinion, the men apparently didn't matter. As sexist as she thought it was, the job paid extremely well to just hear girls cry, scream or want attention. She was also told that the level of anger was incredibly important and was given a chart of a scale of anger to know where to direct their call. "The more passionate the anger, the better." He cryptically told them. Judging by the young woman's language at the moment, this was certainly going to make the boss happy.

"Alright ma'am, please tell me on what level of dissatisfaction are you feeling on a level of one being fine and ten being extremely dissatisfied?" She relayed straight off the sheet.

"Dissatisfied? Dissatisfied!? Please tell me you're joking! If I had to put what I'm feeling at the moment on that dinky scale, it wouldn't even be able to comprehend the shit storm that just happened. In fact, on a scale of one to ten on the explosion of anger I am at, I would be a million fuck-tons over that! Do you understand my dissatisfaction now, little Miss Daisy?" Scarlett hissed through the speaker with venom saturated in her words.

"I'll put you straight through to our employer." She replied, for some reason pleased at the onslaught of anger she was receiving. The tone clicked and began ringing for a few seconds before a man answered after the third ring. His voice seemed familiar to her but the pulsing fury in her veins singed the motion of even attempting to recollect where it reminded her from.

"Hello. My name is Tractatori Temporis. Seeing as this number is only to be used for the most irate callers, I believe you must have a problem with the ending of the show?" He questioned in a saccharine tone.

"I have more than a problem! That description doesn't even scratch the mega fuck-over that I have been given! The only goddamn person in this entire series that I actually enjoyed and you kill him? What the fuck is wrong with you!? He's essentially the main character and you pull this shit? He has to stay, you have to bring him back somehow! Anything! I'll fucking tolerate some bullshit excuse for you to bring him back and I'd be more than fine with it!"

"Perfect. I believe you'll do nicely. Someone will be with you shortly, please leave the line open and you will be guaranteed that he'll come back."

Violet glared in fury at the phone and the fact she was just put on hold, but she kept the line open none the less. They were going to bring back Kilgrave at least.

She began replaying the parts of Jessica Jones where Kilgrave made her laugh to help balm the fire inside of her. She was finally giggling after watching Kilgrave tell the man to throw coffee in his face three times in a row. After a solid forty-five minutes of switching between laughing and swooning over him, to glowering at either the phone or the she-devil that shall no longer be named, her stomach protested loudly to not being fed yet.

She began making a breakfast omelet with the phone pinched between her ear and her shoulder as she shifted her masterpiece onto a plate. Before she could raise a bite to her mouth, she felt a sudden, intense, prickly feeling on her skin before a knock sounded at the door. She sighed in frustration and dropped her fork down with a clatter, trudging towards the door with the phone still held to the side of her head. She swung the door open and was surprised to see who it was.

"Hello, we just spoke over the phone. I'm Tractatori Temporis, pleasure to meet you in person." The same man from the T.V. grinned, shaking her hand.

"Violet." She dazedly introduced before switching gears. "Excuse me, why are you here? How the hell do you know where I live?" She glanced between him and the phone before finally hanging up.

"It was Violet…" He flicked open a folder and skimmed it before snapping it shut. "Sheffield, wasn't it? We have everything we need of you on file." He glided past her as she jumped out of the way.

"But I never gave you any information about me!"

He spun on his heel and looked her in the eye, cocking his head as he observed her. He closely evaluated all of her features and walked around her like a man inspecting a car he'd like to buy. He came within inches of her face and studied her before he finally smirked.

"I need you to tell me something truthfully, this will determine bringing Kilgrave back by your answer and please, don't lie. Do you love Kilgrave?"

"Of course I do, who wouldn't? That's why I want the bitch Jessica Jones murdered, I understand though for the sake of the show that you need her to stay alive but at least make her life a personal hell."

His eyes tinted a mischievous look at her response as he probed further. "And, if you had the chance, if he were somehow real, would you still love him?"

"I'd love him even more because he's real. What kind of questions are these?" She snapped, finally becoming suspicious of the strange man and the bizarre aura he was giving off.

He tilted her chin up to bring her face straight up towards his, grinning even further as she jerked away. "Oh yes. You'll fit just right."

"Get out of my goddamn apartment before I toss you out by your balls you pervert!"

Her arms jerked up to shove him out but was halted in the process by him throwing up his hand. Time itself froze around her, leaving her paralyzed as he began speaking.

"Now there's no need for that tone with me, I'm here to help you. I'm sending you into a world where Kilgrave will be alive, but even better, where you will be by his side! The looks and attitude will be just perfect for his taste, we should have you be more dolled-up before you see him though, and I can take care of that. Not to mention the fact that I can give you superpowers. Isn't that exciting!" He clapped his hands childishly and pulled a syringe with sloshing purple contents from his suit pocket.

"Don't know what you might get of course, but with this cocktail of chemicals, something interesting is bound to happen. Of course, it may hurt, but the pain will be gone in no-time at all." He laughed and injected Scarlett deep in her neck, she felt the immediate effects of fire ants tearing through her bloodstream but had no movement to scream or push him away. Vision faded to black even as her eyes wouldn't close, the last thing she heard was his smug chuckle.

"Let the fun begin."

Her eyelids peeled open to reveal a dim and grungy alleyway, what little light there was felt like daggers in her skull when it shined in her eyes. She moaned and staggered up to her feet, stumbling with difficulty before she noticed she had completely different shoes on. They were a silvery, bejeweled pair of stilettos with straps that wrapped artfully up to the middle of her calves, her eyes continued wandering up her legs to come across another unknown wardrobe change she was positive she didn't make. After her blunderous attempt to carefully make it out of the grubby alley, she walked in front of the first window she could find and gazed out her reflection.

A flowing, strapless dress fell just above her knees in a lovely shade of violet. Her red hair was curly and shining, hanging loosely from her head and resting at the top of her shoulders. She reached up to touch the satisfyingly silky strands and pulled it back enough to notice some expensive looking purple, diamond earrings and a silver bracelet on her arm. Another gleam from her outfit drew her eyes towards her chest to see a large purple gem hanging from her neck. She reached towards it and held it up, weighing the heavy rock in her palm before letting it drop back into place. She could never afford a single thing that she's wearing in her entire life, why the hell did she get dressed up and then tossed into some trashy part of New York?

"What the hell happened?" She muttered out loud, wincing at her own voice. The lights may have dimmed down in intensity but noises… it felt like big, brass bands blaring in her head. This did not cease as she hoped it would when she started hearing a couple guys brawling down the street. She slowly turned towards the sound and held a malevolent stare towards the brutes who were kicking a slump on the ground. She stomped towards the growing racket despite the protestant throbbing in her brain.

"Give us your wallet, asswipe!"

"Just end him, bro. He saw our faces." One of them grunted, cocking a gun they had. It seemed to her that the muggers sounded unsure of what they were doing, but that didn't stop her.

"Hey fuckers!" The men both looked in fear at the shouting but started noting in suspicion her high-end apparel. "I don't care if you're beating someone to death over here but can you keep the shouting to a minimum?"

"Shit! She's a witness now, what are we supposed to do?" One of them shouted, stepping back from the man relieved that he was saved from a possible bullet to the head.

"Well look at her, she's gotta be worth a few thousand." The other sneered, his eyes skating filthily over her body.

"What did I just say? Shut. The fuck. Up." She growled. Her pounding head prevented her from seeing how dangerous the situation was reaching until they began moving closer towards her.

"Quite a mouth on such a pretty thing. You might wanna keep it shut if you don't wanna get hurt."

They started stalking her way, one tucked his gun in his pants while the other started wiping blood off of his knuckles, but this didn't frighten her at all. In fact, she was relieved that they were finally quiet, but the headache burned even harder. She didn't know how close the men got until one of them grabbed her arm.

Without even thinking, her hand innately reached up to his throat and put it in a death lock, feeling a sickening pleasure in the choking sound gurgling from him. He looked in fear at her eyes, seeing something in them that made him try to scramble even more. Her ears picked up the scuffle of his partner coming up on her left and she turned towards him and reached her other hand up to grab him. To both of their surprises, he flew back and hit the metal gate with a bone-crunching force, his gun that he pulled out scattering away from him. She looked at her hand in wonder, she didn't even touch him.

A blubbering choke brought her attention back to the man still in her grasp, or rather, hovering in front of her grasp. She moved her hand to the side and saw his floating form follow her movement. This brought forth the realization that her killer-migraine vanished as well, as if pressure in her head was released from attacking them.

"Well, telekinesis is certainly new, don't know where that came from." She mused, rotating her hand to turn the man around for her amusement.

"You're one of those freaks!" He spat out from his position in the air. He gasped harder as the invisible hold on him tightened.

"Freaks? How do you mean?" She questioned him, rolling her eyes at only the wheezing sounding from him. He breathed a deep gulp as she relaxed slightly.

"Like all the freaks that tore up the city! That big green guy and those aliens! They weren't heroes, they're-"

She squeezed to silence him once more. She had an impossible inkling to what he was referring to but, that couldn't possibly be it. "I don't want your personal opinion on everything, I want their names. What are they called?"

"Iron Man and Hulk, Captain America for christ's sake! Put me down!"

She laughed maniacally at this, further terrifying the man. "So their real? Seriously?"

"Please, just let me go, lady!"

"Lady? Do I look thirty to you? It's Miss!" She tightened her fist, making his lips go blue before a woman's voice shouted at her.

"Let him go before I make you!"

She spun around to see none other than Jessica Jones in her signature raggedy clothing she always wore. Her jet black hair and stern face made Violet's fury spike. She enjoyed seeing her jump back in fear at her gaze, but even more at her shock that she wasn't even touching the man.

Violet scoffed in disgust at her. "Oh great, you. I could just do myself a favor and dispose of you early, but I think I'd rather like to see you suffer. Tell you what." She reached her hand back that wasn't holding up the mugger and dragged up the battered and bruised man along side him. "This beaten-up looking one was being mugged, so he's the victim of all this, and this one…" She shook her other hand carelessly and produced more choking sounds as she did so, "He's the bad guy. I'll leave it up to you to save one of them, and I think we all know which one you'll chose."

She grunted as she threw her hands up with as much strength she could muster, launching the two men up into the air, throwing the mugger straight up and sending the other man sailing over the buildings, away from her. Jessica stared in confusion at her and jumped as hard as she could, shooting off after the man and vanishing from sight.

She smirked at the fact that technically she was playing fetch with Jessica Jones, one of the biggest bitches on her hate list. A painful groan pulled her back from her amusing thoughts and she looked irritably at the other mugger, who was still barely cognate. She lifted him up as well, fully waking him up.

"No! Oh God please, no!" He screamed as he uselessly squirmed in front of her, reaching hopelessly for his gun that rested innocently at his feet. She sighed in a bored tone at him and started looking thoughtful.

"Let's see, what should I do with a worthless thief like you?" She sparked up as she thought of an idea. "Oh, I know! How about I press you against those metal bars as hard as I can and watch you squeeze through like Play-dough."

"No!" He shouted before he slammed roughly against the gate. His screams began sounding more and more disfigured as she sensed his collarbone collapsing in on his esophagus. Ribs began to shatter and pierced out the last breath he held in his lungs, spurting blood from his mouth. She watched with interest as he began to fold in on himself and squeeze completely through. She dropped his mutilated remains and took a deep breath. Finally relishing in the soon to be short silence, knowing what was coming.

She jolted prematurally from her expectant anticipation by an unexpected applause. She swished her hair to the side to see who her audience was. She felt her heart jump, stutter and nearly stop at the man standing there. Her million watt smile broke free without any restraint and felt her cheeks flush at his appreciative grin of his own. It was Kilgrave.

"Alright! Yes! That was absolutely tremendous! I thought I was good. You are a sight to behold." He chuckled, his praising accent making Violete feel so giddy inside that she didn't notice the women by his side until he spoke to them.

"Isn't she amazing? Yeah?" He asked the lovely women on either side of him, her smile fell into a scowl at the sight of them, allowing Kilgrave to pick up on her disapproval of them.

He felt mutual distaste towards the girls as they blindly nodded their heads, they were just so… dull compared to her.

"You bore me. Leave." He ordered. "Go on." He encouraged and like magic, they just turned around and left without question. This brightened up the lovely redhead in front of him and even encouraged her to walk up towards him. Without him telling her to, he observed delightfully.

Unbeknownst to him, she already made the decision to do things for him without him having to tell her. She felt so heartbroken at the fact that he never could have an honest conversation with someone. Stuck in a world of getting anything he desired but at the same time never having what he wanted. He would never know when someone was doing something on their own accord or if they were just doing what he told them. It must be very lonely, so she was going to do what he wanted before he even had to say it.

"Hello, it's wonderful to meet you." She said flirtatiously, heating up at his own sly smile and shaking her hand, holding it longer than usual.

"Oh and it's more than a pleasure to meet you. Here I was, just debating where to eat and, Bam! There you are. Performing feats of heroism and defeating the common, everyday filth of the streets. Jesus you're a vision. Red hair, the skin, gorgeous grooming. I just love, the color purple. Especially on a beautiful woman like yourself." His voice was sultry and practically purring, trembling her muscles in satisfaction. "And underneath it all, the power. Just like me. Tell me, did you enjoy killing that thug?"

Violet would have kicked herself on the inside for not telling him this before he asked her to, but it was overcome by the deep need to answer him.

"Oh yes!" She answered with enthusiasm, making his brow perk up in attentiveness.

"Yeah?"

She began to speak before he could order her to.

"They were obnoxious, rude and loud. I had a terrible headache and when I told them to shut up they got all grabby. I was just protecting myself but I also just found out about this new ability I have now, and I just happened to wake up in some disgusting- Wait. Can you hear that?"

Her abrupt interruption of her rambling threw him off guard, he began listening through the usual white noise that was produced by New York and heard what sounded like a voice screaming that was gradually getting louder. It sounded like it was coming from…

Splat!

Another man fell from the sky with such an intense speed that there was only a puddle of gore and blood from the impact. The charmingly psychopathic woman tittered at the sound with her back still facing the gruesome sight.

"That sounded fun." She snickered as she looked at his astounded gaze. "Are you impressed?" She asked sweetly, looking with desire for his approval.

"Very much so! Tell me, how high did you even throw him?" He laughed side-stepping just barely into the street as if seeing how high he made it.

"Well I tossed him and another fellow he was beating up about… four minutes ago? So, somewhere about that high I guess." She instinctively answered once again on his command, she was becoming even more frustrated with herself with the amount of times he had to keep ordering her to answer him. Maybe this was how Jessica Jones constantly felt, she still wouldn't forgive the bitch though. Not in a million years. She was so consumed by her thoughts that she never noticed Kilgrave's peaked interest at her comment.

"Wait, you threw the bloke you were saving into the air as well? Should I be expecting more men to rain from the sky?" He joked, as he searched the air for even more future stains.

"No, I threw him over those buildings. I didn't kill them to save some guy though, I did it to save myself from the blaring headache I was having. Headache wouldn't have gone away with some guy groaning in pain anyway. At least it went away when I used my new powers." She answered while slyly avoiding any mention of Jessica Jones.

"Really? Well it must be beneficial for you to use your powers, and I can only assume it's not healthy to keep it all bottled up so why don't you use your powers now for me?"

"Anything for you." She winked, she casted her hands to the side and began raising them, followed by a grueling, wet, squelch of the remains of her fresh victims peeling off the concrete. She lifted them up to the roof of the surrounding buildings and placed them there out of sight, grinning all the while at his amazed look.

"Figured they'd make good pigeon food." She chuckled. He breathed out before he finally found the words.

"You really are something special, and such a vibrant color of purple too, it's almost like you were made for me."

"Purple?" She tilted her head, unsure of what he was talking about but loving it all the same.

"Right! You said you just recently discovered these abilities, I wouldn't expect you to know what I'm talking about. Your eyes, they shine the most exquisite shade of purple I've ever encountered when you use your powers." He caressed her cheek as he complimented her, enjoying the fact that she was leaning into his touch. He furrowed his brow slightly out of disapproval when she stepped back.

"I apologize for being so rude, I never introduced myself. I'm Violet Sheffield." She smoothly replied, holding her hand out for him to take, he grinned toothily in return and shook it, introducing himself in a voluptuous manner.

"I'm Kilgrave."

She chirruped excitedly and continued to hold on to his hand. "What a wonderful name, it's so… powerful. I wish I had a superhero name as grand as that. Tell me, would you do the honors of naming me?"

"Oh Miss Sheffield, it would be my delight." He charmingly laughed, pressing a kiss to her hand and wrapping her arm around his own. "We must discuss this over dinner, I know where this fantastic Szechuan place is, just around the corner."

"Perfect. I just love Chinese food." She hastily said, making sure to answer him before he had to tell her that she liked it. As much effort as it took to be sure to answer and do everything before he commands it, it was well worth the grateful smile he awarded her.

A/N: Thanks to everyone for their help on this chapter and your lovely, lovely reveiws. ^^ You all make this story so fun to write, even though this was just my form of therapy to get over that crappy ending. Angie more than understands. :) Until next time my little companions!