Obsession of a monster
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He liked to watch her. Think of himself as a gaurdian angel. But he was fallen. A broken being. But she was beautiful. The angel Gabriel watched. An angel with a rotten core. One who had sold his soul to the devil long ago. And now he mouldered away inside, a pawn in a bigger game, shackled to the post of his superior. Bag and tag. But not her, never her, she was special. Special to him. An eternity festered away in his heart, and only she could numb the throbbing ache in his heart. But he was a beast. A beast hidden in the shadows of the cold and the dark.
Claire had just stormed out on Gretchan. Guilt ate at her like a parisite, and she fought it, running to her consultation class. Tears formed in her eyes, and her nose prickled as a burning sensation ripped through it. The sensation of a bridge being burnt. Claire whipped back her hair, wiping the tears from her face. To class, just up these stairs. She wearily knocked at the door.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. O'Connels class?" she muttered. What she saw next knocked the very breath from her. A dark monster turned on his heel to grin menacingly at her. A piece of chalk flew into the air, rebounding off the floor. Claire stared, horrified.
"Are we ready to brainstorm?" said Sylar.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she whispered. Panic clutched at her chest as he advanced, until he said the thing Claire could least expect.
Sylar's eyes were mournful. "I need your help." he rasped.
Claire stared at him with pure loathing. Fury rolled off her in fast, hot waves, scorching her to the bone, the blisters on her heart swelling and scarring her. Because of him. Because of what HE did!"
Claire stood herself up, clenching her jaw. "I wouldn't help you if my life depended on it." she said simply. Sylar sighed.
"It wouldn't be your life you would have to worry about." He tilted his head to the side. Claire's gaze followed, and she stiffled a gasp. There, at Sylars feet, lay Gretchans bag. Sylar raised an eyebrow, smirking in triumph.
Claire took the seat opposite him, shaking in fear and fury. "Let's get this over with. You don't have to harm Gretchan."
"I promise you'll get to see her, just as soon as you help me..." he stood to scratch a table on the chalky blackboard "... answer some questions..."
Claire stood. "Why?"
Sylar walked forward, shooting up the right sleeve of his shirt. Claire's face smiled back at her. Claire gasped, feeling sick. Sylar shook his head, walking towards her.
"Your name, appearing in ink here, was not my choice. It's destiny, Claire. We're both going to live forever, what's the point in denying it? We belong together."
Claire sat back down, shooting glances at the door, then Gretchans bag. Sylar continued his diagram, the scratching etching the inevitablility of her fate into her soul. Sylar turned and supported his weight onto his hands, leaning on the table. "Have you ever stopped, to think just how much we have in common, Claire? We're very similar. We're... immoratal... both adopted, by parents who don't under...stand...us, and both are dad's are cold blooded killers, making thje immortal thing, very ironic..."
With each sylibl, Sylar scratched the white dust into the board, burning them into Claire's heart.
Claire stood, shaking. "I can't help you, i'm leaving! You murdered my father!"
Sylar sighed. "I can't imagine how angry you must be at me, Claire. Daddy dead, and soon, maybe even you. What a waste of a lesson."
Claire stalked out, but as she reached the door, Sylar spun, out-streatching his hand. "Huh!" he cried, directing his telepathy. Claire grunted, whirling and slamming her back into a couch.
"If your not gonna contribute, i'm just gonna take the answers from your head. My friend Lydia gave me a new power, evolving from the old splitting open heads..."
Sylar lay a hand on either side of Claires motionless form, sighing. "Her power, is that she can read someone, just by touching them. Course, her methods were a little hyper-erotic, but..."
Claire's eyes darted to the side in confusion. Sylar smiled. "Oh, what the hell. It is college, isn't it?" he eased his hand under Claire's head, bringing his lips closer to hers. Claire clenched her jaw, tears welling in her eyes for the second time that day. Sylars lips came crashing onto hers, melting into a deep, long kiss of passion, coursing through Sylar like an endless tide. He pulled her deeper into the kiss, closing his eyes, ecstacy washing him clean of any thought of dread or hate. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her until he felt the information pour into his mind. He pulled out, his face wet with tears. But they were not his own. They were hers. But no remorse swept through him. It only made his lust grow deeper.
Sylar smiled down on the horrified girls face. "Claire Bennet. You've been holding out on me." His head tilted to the side as she took in the beautiful girl that was Claire Bennet.
"What are you talking about? I am NOTHING like you."
A light dawned upon Sylar, and his face lit up like a philosopher making a new discovery. "Why you build these walls, your afraid. The indestructable girl..." he patted her leg. "Who's to afraid to put herself out there, lest she get hurt."
Claire's eyes sparked with fire, and she shoved a carefully hidden pencil from her sleeve, breaking the weakened phycic bonds, aiming it at Sylars eye. Sylar twisted to the side, grasping Claire's arms, and twisting them. The pencil clattered to the floor, and Slyar's face was inches from Claires. He glared down at her, but a laughing spark played about his eyes.
"Hm... what to do now, Claire bear. What now?"
Claire was alone. In his grasp. Trapped. Trapped with a monster. Her monster, one who terrorised her from the dawn of her abilities, and now more deadly than ever. Deadly and immersed in lust...
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