Jessica's POV

How dare this cheap police officer interrupt us?
Fuck, right now that I was this far from convincing Clemons that I'm dangerous and I must be locked up in the maximum security prison.
Smells like the work of Hogarth, of course, because if I end up in prison, she can no longer saddle me with her shit, she needs me free ... but it doesn't work like that.

"Hogarth, I told you to ..." I burst out, as I leave the detective's office but I remain petrified.

Here in the district everyone seems to be crazy: there are policemen who point the gun to their own head, others who point it at other people.

I don't like it, I don't like it at all.

Clemons joins me.

"What the hell is going on here? Drop your weapons!" he tries to restore order but there is the sound of a gun being cocked, before it is aimed at him.

"Brett?" Clemons looks at him dazed.

"Shut up, don't move." he answers, as cold as ice.

It is the same agent who first came to inform him that I was free to go.
Captain's orders, he said.
I'm afraid I understand which captain we're talking about.

"Oh, everyone, calm down, you are killing the mood." his voice echoes, with its so British accent, seconds later.

What's that saying? Speak of the fucking devil and the fucking devil will appear.

From a desk on the corner he, Killgrave, emerges, dressed more purple than ever.
The color of my nightmares.

He smiles slyly like a cat with a mouse and the mouse it's me.

"Jessica." he greets me and I remain motionless staring at him.

"You are not surprised to see me. You had to know I'd come for you. " he walks over to me.

"Not this fast? I..I will admit to keeping eyes on you. Spies are easy to come by. For me." he smiles cheekily, pointing to one of the policewomen.

He moves so at ease, as if this place belonged to him, as if everything belonged to him, as if every person belonged to him.
And so it is, he can own everything. He's possessed me too... slimy purple spider weaving its mind control web.

I would love to squash him like a spider, but I can't, not here, not now, there are too many lives at stake.
I have to act with caution.

"Do whatever you're going to do to me, but let them go." I try to convince him.

After all, it is me that he wants. He wants to see me collapse, he wants my end.

"Well, I have to protect myself, so ..." he counters, playing hard to get.

"Then control me, not them." I try to negotiate.

I'm worth more than ten of your best fucking guards, do you even have to think about it, asshole?

"I have absolutely no intention of controlling you. I want you to act of your own accord. " he amazes me with his answer.

What the fuckig game is he playing at?

"Act how? Suicide? Is that why you've been torturing me? " I face him once and for all.

He'll put me in a 'kill you, or they die' situation, so, sure, it won't be something he commands me and he'll get what he wants anyway.
But I'm not going to go down without a fight first, if that's the last thing I do.

And now? Why doesn't he do anything? Why is he looking at me so dazed?

"Oh my god. Jessica. I knew you were insecure. That's just so sad! I'm not torturing you. Why would I? " he wonders confusedly, approaching. "I love you."

Now I'm the one who is confused.
What the fuck did he just say?
I dreamed it, right? Maybe I'm already dead and this is Hell.

"You have been ruining... my life." I retort, sour, even if it is only the truth.

"You didn't have a life." is his fucking answer.

If I could I would strangle him, but I can't.

"As a demented declaration of love?" I ask him, trying to belittle him.

"No, obviously I... I was trying... to show you what I see. " he replies, with a calm that only makes me nervous. "That I'm the only one who matches you. Who challenges you. Who'll do anything for you. "

This is a delirium of omnipotence, it is clear that he does not know what he is saying.

"This is a sick joke. You have killed innocent people! " I remind him, even though I know it's useless, despicable beings like him don't even have a conscience.

He seems to understand what I'm referring to.

Hell yeah he does, we are talking about atrocious events that date back to last night.

"Oh, well, that... that milquetoast, little-man boy? He interrupted me while I was leaving you a present, which, apparently, you didn't even find. " he sulks, as if I'm the one who's wrong.

You're just a fucking serial killer, Killgrave, the fact that you don't get those fucking English Dandy perfect hands dirty doesn't change things.

"Come on, you cannot pretend he didn't irritate you, too. I wanted to slap him after thirty seconds." he adds, playing down, as he always does.

Yeah sure, Ruben wasn't on my favorite people list, I don't even have a favorite people list, apart from Trish, but I would have never punched him... oh well, not too much, at least.

Killgrave's POV

Deep inside, you know I'm right, you can't really care about that little-man boy, you only deserve someone special by your side.

Someone like me.
No, not someone like. Me. Only and exclusively me.

Oh, Jessica, I've been waiting for this moment for so long, to be able to reveal how I feel about you.

Oh well, yes, of course, I could have chosen a candlelit dinner, violin music, in a classy restaurant... but these things are not your cup of tea... or rather your bottle of whiskey.
Besides, you would never have accepted an invitation to dinner with me, not immediately, at least.

Oh, Jessica, I have so much work to do to win your heart.

"I know. I realise this will take time, but I'm gonna prove it to you. " I reassure her.

Maybe she is about to answer something, but then a phone rings.

"Whose is that?" I ask, trying to remain calm, even if my tone is icy cold.

These idiots are ruining a perfect moment!

The goddamn phone keeps ringing.

"Whose phone is that?" I ask more insistently, then I follow the source of the hateful noise and find out that it is none other than the detective who was about to lock my Jessica up.

I take the phone from the pocket of his jacket, look him in the eye, for a few seconds in silence and then throw the damn cell phone against the wall, breaking it into a thousand pieces.

"Next person whose the phone rings has to eat it!" I yell, walking over to a desk.

"Crappy fluorescent lights and cockroaches and loud ringtones and the smell of piss... I'm trying to profess my eternal love here, people!" I yell, throwing useless sheets in the air.

I should have reconsidered the restaurant idea.

"I'll come with you." Jessica's voice draws my attention, but her gaze says so much more.

"To protect them, not out of choice." I shake my head.

"You know me well. We can work out the rest. "

She couldn't be more provocative than that.

But basically I love her for that too.

"Ooooh, please! I am new to love, but I know what it looks like, I do watch television." I'm on the defensive.

"You deranged prick. You have never loved anyone in your repulsive life!"

This is too much.
And to say that with that mouth she could do more interesting things than insulting me.

"Do not presume to know..." I rush towards her, but I block my sentence in time.
I was about to make a huge mistake... and then she would understand everything.

"Before I met you I got everything I wanted. And I didn't realize how unsatisfactory that was, until you left me to die." I soften my tone, but she keeps avoiding my gaze.

This thing is unnerving, but I have to stay calm.

"You are the first thing, excuse me, person, I ever wanted that walked away from me." I continue and this time she seems to be looking at me, at least for a fleeting moment.

"You made me feel something I had never felt before. Yearning."

I try to bring a hand to her face but she won't let me and gets away angrily.
She is still so scared of the situation... of me.
This hurts me, but I don't want to give up.

"I actually missed you." I murmur inches from her face.

She seems to be regaining some of her fighting air.
This is how I want to see her.

"Well, I'm here now. You've got me. "

Ironic and pungent.

"No I don't. I'm hoping you'll choose me just like I've chosen you. I believe you will figure out the same thing I did. That we are inevitable. " I explain.

How the hell can't she understand it?

However, I'll give her a break, walking over to the security officer.

Damn cameras.

"Is it all gone?" I ask him.

"Almost done." the cop confirms me.

I turn to Jessica again.

"I can't erase memories but I can erase security footage." I explain to her, but she doesn't say anything.

"All evidence that you and I were ever here has been deleted." I comment, taking something that has been abandoned on a desk, in a plastic bag.
The most goddamn evidence.

I would never have allowed you to run such a risk, Jessica, I would never have let you ruin your life like this, thank goodness I arrived in time.

I look inside the bag like a child who unwraps presents at Christmas.
After all, it amuses me.
Jessica always amuses me.

"Manual decapitation. You... you are full of surprises. " I smile at her.

It's time for me to think about these cops, also to make her happy.
Who am I kidding? Just to make her happy.
If it depended on me, they would all kill themselves.

Mediocre pawns that are no longer of any use to me, by now I have already achieved checkmate.
But I know Jessica wouldn't approve... sometimes she's such a moralist!

"In thirty seconds you'll all realize this was a hilarious joke and you'll let Jessica Jones leave." I order, before addressing Jessica one last time.

"Look for my ..."
"NO!" she interrupts me, screaming, and I must say that I'm just grateful.

I was giving her a command.
Innocent or not, I was about to give her a command, telling her to look for my gift ... and she would have realized that she no longer felt the need to obey me.

Bloody hell! With a misstep like that she would have figured everything out.

Jessica's POV

I won't let him dare to tell me what to do.

"No, I'm not looking for a damn thing!" I repeat, angry.

He looks at me with his frightened puppy eyes, but he's not gonna bewitch me that way.

Wait a moment.
Bewitch.

He was going to give me a command, he was asking me to look for something, but I didn't.

Of course, stupid me, I did not make him conclude ...

That's it, I could stop him from carrying out all his commands ... no, it would not work, it was just a coincidence, he is always so fast .. only in bed he wasn't.

What am I fucking thinking about?

I take advantage of the fact that Killgrave still seems absorbed in his thoughts.

"And then you said you weren't going to control me, right? I don't think you're keeping your promise. " I make him notice.

"You are right. I promised you that I would have not controlled you and I will keep my word. " he guarantees me, as I follow him towards the exit.

I only have time to hear in the distance the laughter of the whole district who truly believe that this madman's sadistic game was just a joke.

"Have you really decided to follow me?" Killgrave looks at me astonished.

"Isn't that what you wanted, putting up that macabre puppet show with all the cops?" I point out to him.

"Actually, nope. That was to declare myself. "

"Next time, confine yourself to some flowers with a note that I can throw straight down the toilet!" I growl at him, but he just seems amused.

"You never change, Jessie." he chuckles, shaking the bag. "Okay, I had other plans for us, but if you want to follow me go ahead."

"Let me be clear, I do not want to follow you to where you live now ... I would like to stop for a moment with you to talk, to try to take some advantages out of this absurd situation."

"I am shocked. You didn't even use a dirty word. Then it must be a serious matter! " he makes fun of me.

Calm down, Jessica, you need him alive. For now.

"You said you would do anything for me ... as long as that statement was true." I return to the subject as we continue to walk.

"Sure, Jessica, every syllable was true, I'd do anything for you. Just tell me what you want. Do you want that annoying lawyer who is harassing you to end up in the street begging? You know that it would just take me one word. "

Sometimes it amazes me how well he knows me.
Yes, it's true, I could jump for joy if I saw Hogarth in misery, but that's not what I'm aiming for.

"Hope. Get her out of jail. " I propose to him.

"Oohh, that petulant blondie again! I thought you would be a little more creative in your requests! " he snorts, throwing the bag in the air and taking it back, as if it was a toy.

"I can't seriously talk to anyone who's playing with a fucking decapitated head!" I burst out.

"Okay, now I'll throw it away."

"And where, you, genius? In a trash can on the street? It's a kind of garbage that is a bit too flashy. "

"You're right, but I can make sure nobody notices."

"For twelve hours? No thanks." I shake my head, before my gaze falls on a place not too far away.

We are still on West 54th street after all, and further on there's the place that can be perfect for us.

"Come with me!" I pull him by the arm towards that direction.

"Where are we going?" he frowns.

By now I have already forced the gate and the padlock that closed it is just a memory.

I ignore the eerie, creaking sound it makes when I open it.

It certainly doesn't help that the night has fallen by now.

Killgrave also seems a bit hesitant but still remains by my side.

"Jes-Jessica, what place is this?"

"They say it's a haunted house, or maybe a witch lived there, something like that ..." I explain, as I push the door and we enter that dark and dusty hall.

"It's a joke, right?" he asks, uneasily, turning on the flashlight on his cell phone.

"What are you afraid of?" I tease him and he glares at me.

"For sure no one would venture here, just leave the bag with the head in a corner." I urge him and he follows my advice.

"Jessica... it's better if we go away now." he mumbles.

"Fuck, you're chickening out! Did your parents tell you too many stories of terror when you were a child? " I mock him.

"When I was a child they never told me stories. Of any kind. " he cuts short, with an expression that I cannot decipher.

I continue to advance regardless of his requests and reluctantly he follows me.

Once we past the lobby, we don't even need a flashlight anymore.

The room is very illuminated and looks like the living room of a palace, luxuriant, sumptuous and full of furnishings.

"It doesn't look like an abandoned house at all ..." Killgrave comments, now calmer, looking around with too much curiosity.

"What are you doing, stop!" I warn him when I see him leaning towards a shelf.

"Look, Jessica, don't you think these figurines look like us?"

I follow the same direction of his gaze and notice two figurine made of bronze, no larger than 50 cm, one male, slightly taller and one female, which in terms of their physique remind us a little.

"It's just a coincidence, don't touch anything..."

Too late.

Killgrave has already taken them in his hands and swapped places.

"I find it better to put the man to the left of the female, so he can protect her from the threats of the creepy atrium." he explains to me, amused.

Damn, Killgrave, it's not possible that it's all a game for you, all the time!

We feel a very slight shake, as if the earth was trembling under our feet and we look at each other, puzzled.
Perhaps it is only a suggestion, as a matter of fact it lasts only a few seconds.

"If, as you say, she looks like me, she certainly doesn't need anyone to defend her from anything." I comment, putting the figurines back to their original position.

The tremors multiply and intensify instantly, the sumptuous chandelier collapses to the floor, just missing us, the shelves begin to crack.

"Oh fuck, let's get out of here!" I run away with him, while we have time to do it.

We just manage to get out of the gate before the house collapses in front of our eyes.

Certainly now no one will really be able to find that head.

"Jessica, what ..." Killgrave mumbles, as dazed as I am.

"I don't know and I don't care, we'll talk another time, now everyone on their way!" I decide, leaving with a quick jump.

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Overwhelmed by all the emotions of that day I fall asleep as soon as I touch the bed.
When I wake up there is something different, starting from the bed, it feels softer and .. I didn't remember having so many pillows.

It's not just that, before I wore shorts and a tank top, now I feel more dressed, how is that possible?

With my eyes still closed, I touch my legs, they look like silk pants.

I decide to open my eyes, but the light that filters through the windows makes me understand that it is not my bedroom.

"What the fuck?"

Oh God, this must be Killgrave's work, I've just heard his voice, that damned British accent of his.

Did he kidnap me ... again?

I jump to my feet, ready to punch him... that is before I realize it was me who spoke.

Killgrave's POV

I can't explain it, at some point it seems that the bed where I fell asleep stopped being so comfortable, but above all the pillows started to smell like Jessica.

And by perfume I also mean a vague hint of alcohol ... but it's part of her, after all.

I also feel much less dressed, I touch my legs to confirm my thesis but... I've never had them so smooth.

Someone kidnapped me and ... shaved me?

Maybe it's Jessica's revenge? Did she find out that I can't control her anymore?

Naaah, rather than shaved, I would be dead!

I keep touching my body and when I get to my chest I make another discovery which is as interesting as shocking: I have female breasts, I would not say big ones, but anyway, they are female breasts, bloody hell!

I touch my head, I have a cascade of silky hair, long down to the shoulders and I'm afraid it's not a wig.
At this point I am terrified of touching myself between the legs and not finding something that is very dear to me.

Was I kidnapped and taken to Casablanca?

This doesn't make any sense.

I look for a light switch in the dark, because it has to be there and when I find it I notice another detail that is certainly not irrelevant: I'm in Jessica's bedroom.
This explains why I smelled her scent.

However, as if I wasn't shocked already enough, when I look in the mirror facing the bed, I almost fall out of that bed: the mirror is returning to me the confused and bewildered image of Jessica.

"Oh, bloody hell!" I exclaim, with her voice that has that American accent.

TBC

Notes:

This is just the beginning, if you want to stay tuned .. I assure you that you will see crazy stuff! ; P

I also searched for it on Google, near the New York Police department of Hell's Kitchen there is just that house that, as it's been told in some tale of the terror, was bewitched XD how couldn't I take advantage of it?

For those unfamiliar with fandom, all the dialogues up to the turning point (when Jessica interrupts Kevin before he tells her to look for his gift) are faithfully taken from the episode I mentioned (oh my feels, whenever I see that scene <3 <3 )

It is certainly not the first J / K I write (and it will not be the last), but it is the first with the narration with the points of view (they should only be their two POVs, but I could make an exception at some point, when I will also need another POV), I hope it's decent ^^ '
I know I'm not a popular author in this fandom, very few (lovely lovely) people happen to like my stuff, but if you took a little time to tell me what you think or leave a tiny kudos, you would make me incredibly happy :')

P.s. Like I said in a FB group I'd really like to have some help from a beta, about grammar, structure and sentence flow (sometimes I think way too Italian, sorry ^^' )