Complete Crack...
After running like hell, all over New York City with her lover, Peter, Daphne was beginning to feel the effects. Being able to run somewhere near the speed of light for hours, (only occasionally stopping to make out), can certainly make a person tired, and in major need of some caffeine.
"Say, Peter, what do you think about stopping at that new coffee shop, you know, Crazed Caffeine?" I'm seriously in need of a shot of espresso... or twenty." Daphne says, with a crazed look in her already wild eyes.
"Since when do you have any interest in coffee?" responds Peter.
"Oh, just since I discovered how great I feel when I drink it. Talk about an adrenaline rush, the stuff is freaking amazing! It's almost better than an Ando zap. Man, he should really get that patented..."
"Okay, fine, as long as you let its effects wear off before we return home, I don't want to have to replace our bed frame again, and I'm sick of cleaning up wood from all the tables we've manage to smash into multiple pieces."
Daphne and Peter enter the coffee shop, only to discover that they have been followed. It's that damn Sylar again. When is he going to get it through his twisted, serial killer brain, that Peter is not interested? For the past several months, Sylar has been perched outside their window every night, just so he can catch a peek of Peter, naked.
"Hello Peter, my, you just get sexier every time I see you! That crooked smile, oh and that hair, so hard to resist. My mouth waters just thinking about you." Swoons Sylar, completely ignoring the fact that Daphne is standing right there, ready to pounce at any moment.
"Sylar! SYLAR! Listen, sicko, he's mine and you can't have him!!!!" Interjects Daphne, jumping up and down at a frantic pace.
"Did I hear something? Nah, it must have been the wind. As I was saying, Peter, we should get together sometime. There's a sing-a-long for The Sound of Music playing at the theater tonight, wouldn't you love to join me? Doe, a dear, a female dear, Ray, a drop of golden sun..." Sang Sylar, as he skipped out of the coffee shop, clearly convinced Peter was in love with him.
"What a creeper!" exclaimed Daphne. "Why does he always do this? One second he's chopping someone's head open, and eating their brains, the next he's singing songs from the Sound of Music!!!
"Yes, he has problems. He probably got dropped on his head a few too many times as a child." Peter said, with a slightly mortified look on his face.
"Anyhoo, where's my mocha-smocha, jamaican bacon, double frapacchino, mexican roofing tar latte?"
To be continued....
P.S. If this seems extremely sucky and lame, it's because it's my first time, at writing anything, ever. Don't be too harsh, or I just might cry, and stick Lara on you. She will eat you.