White Wedding
Hey little sister, what have you done?
Elle wanted a white wedding. And who could blame her? After all, her white-washed company cell had come with a quaint little TV set, complete with the unrealistic ideals of daytime television. Elle had gotten her fashion sense and her dramatic attitude from that TV, so why not her expectations of life, too?
Hey little sister, who's your superman?
Of course, there was no one better to help her realize this dream than Gabriel Gray, the monster-turned-loving-fiancé, the boy who always wanted more. And you couldn't get any more than a white wedding.
It's a nice day for a white wedding.
The whole family was invited. What a hell of a reception.
So I wrote this a while ago, when it seemed as if Sylar were actually a Petrelli, and so the last line would have made a lot more sense then. The lyrics are of course from Billy Idol's White Wedding, which I do not own.
Much love for Sylar/Elle, Gabrielle, whatever you want to call it. I was so pissed when Sylar killed her…