The first time (that turned into the end way too soon) she came, an angel with a halo of blond hair, I thought I was a sinner and that God wanted to save me.
'An angel with a broken watch.'
But I was oh-so wrong and this little blond so-called angel turned me into the man I am today.
Every time she came (which was less then I wanted) my very first power came to life with just one of her broken smiles.
The power that was too small for me, I needed more and one thought came to mind, 'maybe with more powers I could fully fix her, heal every part of her?'
The second times the charm and I'm putty in her hands with the smell of peach pie.
In one second flat my fingers warm at her touch (and they still do, now and forever) and I believe only she can save me (or condemn me).
With hunger and jealously pumping though my veins, I let it fully take over ('Sylar').
All of the lies come burning out (in flames brighter then the lights of New York) and I don't think 'she's trying to stop me, to save me before I ruin it all.' but 'Who is she? Liar, must have, Liar, must.'
And in the end (which was the end of Gabriel and the start of Sylar) I became the very thing that used to haunt my nightmares. But she still was my fallen angel (that brought more pain then joy).
'I've killed a lot of people El, you're much to blame for that as anyone maybe even more so. '