"It's been such a long time, hasn't it, El?"
Those cruel of his eyes, smiled as they tried to steal me away, we're forever locked on me and his words were thundering down upon me.
(quickly bringing back images of blood and sand)
"I was hoping for forever to pass before I saw you again, but my luck seems to be leaving me once again."
Instead of falling victim to him once again I found a smile of my own playing on my lips as I stood face to face with the man haunting my dreams, hopefully for the last time.
After all those nightmares, filled to the brim with my own blood soaking into the ground, had now turned to dreams of killing the son of a bitch.
(dreams that could someday come true)
"You're as lovely as I remembered, Elle, I've spent some time regretting our situation."
My fingers we're beginning to grow warm, and it wouldn't be long before they glowed a bright blue, as his laughing eyes told me all of his lies.
(and you fell for it all didn't you, silly girl?)
"I have my regrets too, Sylar, but yours might outdo all of mine. After all it's hard not to regret trying to kill your lover."
The word 'lover', something once upon a time I had an abundance of, burned on my tongue as my main regret came back up, that I really felt something for this monster before me.
"But I do regret it, truly. Don't you believe me, El?"
At this he pushed me off the edge, which I found myself tittering at every time I looked in the goddamn mirror, and I let my anger out in the form of lightning that traveled my whole body, head all the way down to my tip-toes.
"This time, 'lover', it's my turn. And I can kill just a little better then you ever could, and trust me, Sylar, I won't regret a thing."
Every finger was glowing bright, the smell of burning flesh already coming off me in waves (it was char-boiled villain time), and every part of me was ready to bring a slow end to him.
"El, please, no. I've changed, I'm a better man then before, can't you forgive me?"
Yet again he pulls out the 'I'm a better man' card, and stupid me I fell for it but this time it was not going to work on this girl.
(at forgiveness images of blood came flooding back)
"I'm an example of how you can never change, and so hell no."
Before he could try and talk me out of it, even if it was clear that no pretty words could save him this time, there was nothing left of my 'lover' but ash.