AN: Ok, I wanted to try something a little different and try to introduce a heroes/Buffy the vampire slayer crossover. I might not be able to update often so I'll try and put as much as I can into this first chapter!

Disclaimer: anything you don't recognize is mine, everything else belongs to Kring and Whedon.

Plot: Sylar learns the meaning of redemption and Buffy learns the meaning of letting go and loving again (…..again). I mean, if Faith, Spike, Willow, and Angel could be forgiven, why not Sylar?

Pussahn, Ohio May 1, 2008

Sylar

Blight Cemetery, seven minutes after midnight

Prologue

Special, that was all I had ever wanted to be. At first, when Dr. Suresh Sr. visited my shop, I was skeptical about having 'abilities'. But I knew that was a lie. It was the best revelation anyone could have bestowed upon on me. I lived a modest life growing up, attending school, coming home, help out my father at his shop where he sold and repaired antique time pieces, and the mediocre cycle continued the next day.

But I guess it was my mother's demands to be more than what I was that I had become the monster I am today. My father was content with his life, but being a waitress at a diner and a shopkeeper's wife was not enough for my mother. Since it was too late for my parents to work on a richer life style, Mother decided to live vicariously through me. I attained a 3.3 GPA in school, and had the chance to go to a big-time university. But I didn't know what to do with my life then and since scholarships were awarded to the more ambitious students and my parents couldn't afford it otherwise, I copped out of going to college and decided to do what I was good at: fixing watches and other timepieces at my father's shop. Even though I, too like my mother, wanted more in life than being a watchmaker, I never saw a way to make it happen. So when my father passed away from a heart attack when I twenty years old, I took over in my father's footsteps and ran the shop. As much as she loved me, Mother became bitter and disappointed with me after that.

So after I discovered that my ability to figure out how things worked went beyond watches, I closed the shop and sold the space for a remarkable amount. I worked with Suresh Sr. with my 'ability' of telekinesis. He concluded the reason it appeared after tests after tests of negative results was my apparent anger of the thought of not being special made the ability surface. We, Suresh Sr. and I, traveled along the east coast, speaking with other special people. I knew I had to keep a low profile when it came to collecting new powers, collecting them several hours Suresh Sr. and I were supppose to wake up the following morning . He would call them before we would leave, of course, but would assume that they were unable to answer the phone. He only caught on to the deaths of these special people by the time we reached the fourth person, stopping by their residence while I was in the shower and discover a bloody mess with the victim's cranium detached with its brain missing. Suresh Sr. tried to contact the previous three we've made contact and received some horrifying news. He was able to put the pieces together and confronted me,

"What have you done?" He had asked me, not bothering to ask if I had committed the acts in the first place.

"They were undeserving of their abilities, they were weak," I had said, openly using the power of telekinesis to put away what little possessions I had with me. "It's natural progression of the strongest."

Then I walked away. I had no reason to kill him, yet. Not until I had learned that he had contacted the FBI and gave a brief description, along with my alias. So I had to put him away for good.

I continued on my way to collected abilities and ran into several people that were also special and tried to play hero. Their abilities were harder to collect because one way or another they were all connected to The Company, a facility that studied people like us. Along the way down my path of (self-)destruction, Suresh's son, Mohinder, tried to avenge his father's murder. Soon after a time traveler stabbed me with a sword, I got captured by the company and injected with a virus that prevented me from using my abilities. I've long since recovered with a vengeance and went along my merry way of conquering and destroying.

But then I got tired, tired of it all. Bit by bit, being special and different had lost its meaning to me. I was becoming lonely. So I decided to come to Pussahn, Ohio to start over. I had done some research on the town and discovered it had a fairly high death rate and a large missing persons file, some how related to a major gang infamous for PCP but unable to be 'detained for questioning' so I knew questions would not be asked about me. The town has a large population; the high school alone has a student body of over two thousand students, so blending in would not be a problem. I was finally home.

With the incredibly high death rates I have found cemeteries abound. Strangely enough I have found peace there. The cemetery I frequented the most was Blight. There, I had found a head stone with 'Georgia Gray' ingraved on it. It made me think of my mother, her name was Virginia. I wanted to cry for my mother's untimely death at my hands, but I had lost that ability the day I killed Brian Davis, my first victim. I guess you could say it was an even trade.

Off in the distance within the cemetery, my super hearing picks up signs of a struggle. Though tired of the life style I had become accustomed to, I was in no hurry to play superman and save the day. But curiosity got the best of me and I quickly walked over to see what was happing.

What I saw shocked me. Off to the side, huddling behind a mausoleum, were two teen girls, crying and holding each other. In front of them, however, a battle was ensuing. Three men with disfigured faces were fighting two young girls. What seemed odd, aside from the fact that those girls were holding various weapons such as sword and a battle axe, they were kicking ass, and they were half the size of the men they were fighting.

Suddenly I hear a twig snap and a fourth man, just as ugly and with strange yellow eyes, jumped out in front of me. He is about my height but twice as thick muscle wise. He grabs the front of my shirt and lifts me up above him as if I was made of feathers and throws me and I hit a headstone statue. The aforementioned group of fighters acknowledged us for a moment and went back to their fight; only two men were left instead of three. As I hurry back to my feet, I allow Ted Sprague's power of radiation surface and I can feel hands glow and surge with power. My opponent momentarily distracted, I pull a Darth Vader and used my telekinesis to put him in a choke hold and push him up against the head stone behind him. The other fight stops all together and turns to watch the new comer with glowing hands walk up to the opposing man. With my right hand I physically grab him and I amp up my power and the man begins to glow himself. When he sees his clothing start to burn off he screams. Before my eyes his disfigured face changes to a normal looking face, and then he turns to ash.

Frowning a little bit, I dust ash off myself and turn toward the fighters and see that they were still watching me. Just like the man I had killed, the two men's faces went from disfigured to normal.

"What the hell--" I say.

The girls with the sword and axe used the opportunity to decapitate their opponent. But instead of the bodies slumping down, the turned to ash. Before I could say anything else, I feel a tap on the shoulder. I whipped around and before I could acknowledge the person, I feel a punch kiss beneath my jaw and I literally do a back flip. When I land on my stomach I am kicked hard in the ribs and I feel myself rolling to my back.

I gasp for air, and then a blonde woman dressed in black jeans and pearl colored tank top comes to view with a sharpened piece of wood. With one stiletto boot on my jugular, she holds me hostage and says,

"Hi! I'm Buffy," she says in the perkiest voice I have ever heard. But then in a dead-pan voice, "Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you."