I fell in love with the purple devil

Part 8

~Kilgrave's point of view~

I was sighing and laying my head back against the seat to try and figure the way out of the mess I'd stupidly dug myself into when a woman, seeming as she worked for the hotel, walked into the room with a trolly and wheeled it in front of me lifting the top. There was a medium well steak and a beer resting underneath and I looked from her to it with a raised eyebrow, "I didn't order this" I say assuming the idiotic woman had mixed up room numbers but she nodes, "It was sent sir" she informs me and before she could leave, "Tell me who sent me this food" I commanded as I was paranoid enough as it was without mystery food appearing moments after Ann had left, "The young lady you came in with sir" she nodes and walks out if the room leaving me there to process what had been said before a wide smirk curled on my lips. She had sent me food, cared about my well being...how very interesting...
~the next day~
I groan as the sun hits my eyes from the open window, mumbling for it to be shut before remembering I was alone, which, if I was honest felt odd. I was never truly alone, even if I shooed off the people under my power, there where still there, still someone there to take care of me. I open my eyes already starting the morning irritated and standing and stretching, my joints and bones groaning from the uncomfortable position I was forced to  sleep in, "Bloody hell.." I grumbled and stomped over to the window snapping the curtains shut and sighing in relief at the, the dark kinder to my sensitive eyes. I soon remembered why I was forced to sleep on a couch, in a hotel room and my head felt like I was getting over the worst hang over in history...her...Ann. Her powers effect time had finally worn off and she was the only thing I could think about, how to find her, how to have her, if she was still subject able to my powers?...When I gather myself and do a quick once over in the mirror by the door, fixing  my silk purple tie, running a hand to push back the stray strains of my disheveled chocolate hair, nodding in satisfaction and walking out. I didn't bother to look at anyone as I exited the hotel and walked down the street, if question one to deal with, how would I find her?... I saw a cops chatting and standing about and raised an eyebrow, he could have access to her files, know where she lived, worked. I walk over to them cornering the male, "you, tell me your name" I command lazily, "Johns" the twenty some odd replies but the female officer he was talking to cleared her throat annoyed and tapped my shoulder, "um excuse me!?" She said in a less than friendly tone and I turn looking down at her, "there's a pastry shop around the corner, go stuff your face" I order and her expression turns blank as she walks off. I turn back to the man and sigh, "Now, your going to find out everything you can about a girl named Annabelle Lee and report back to me, go on" I wave him off and he nodes turning and sliding into his car.

~Four days later~

I'm sitting in a flat up town that I had "persuaded" a couple to give me when there's a knock at the door, "Someone answer the bloody door!" I shout angrly as the knocking continued without an answer and someone finally opened it. The young officer stepped in and I grinned, "Officer Johns! How lovely to see you! I was worried you'd failed me.." I say with an dark under tone and he gives me Ann's file, which was partially empty. This woman was like a ghost! No birth certificate or hospital records...I was about to dismiss him when he cleared his throat, "I-I also found out she left town about 3 days ago.." He said quietly and my jaw sets...she got away?... I stand calmly through my eyes fill with hate, "Are you telling me while you where getting me this drivel she got away? And you decided to just down tell me?" I walk closer to him, my voice low to imate calmness but terrifying as he nodes, "well...that just won't do will it?" I chuckle lightly, "you will shot yourself, for every day she had been gone" I order and turn away as I hear him unholster his gun and three loud bangs ring out followed by the sound of a dropping body. "You clean that you" I said quietly and lazily motioning to the body. The only thing I focused on was her...how I'd  let her get away...I walk back to the couch I was seated on and picks up the glass on the table shouting it and flinging it at the wall as it shattered leaving a whisky stain. "Clean that up when your done" I grunt motioning to the broken glass..