Hey guys! So, this is my first posting in this ff category. I hope you all like it. Like any story, please review; reviews are greatly appreciated, and will keep me motivated to update.

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes, just the OCs and anything else you don't recognize in the story.

"You and me are a like, you see. I can't die, you can't die. You are 'special', so am I. You've killed-"

"Those were accidents!" Isabelle screamed, turning her back to Sylar.

"Doesn't matter, Izzy. It's still murder." Sylar moved closer to Isabelle, reaching out a hand to caress her face.

Isabelle shot up in her small twins-sized bed. "It was just a dream," she told herself. She had just relived something that had happened 2 years ago. "It was just a dream…"

"What was just a dream?" he roommate, Margaux, asked, sitting up in her bed.

"Nothing," Isabelle replied, and laid back down in her bed. "My past is just coming back to haunt me. No biggie. It was probably brought on by the stress of finals and graduation coming up."

Moonlight illuminated the small dorm room, yet Isabelle could only see the man she hadn't seen in two weeks. Those deep brown eyes still haunted her. Isabelle sighed, and rolled out of bed. She grabbed her hooded sweatshirt that was laying on the floor next to her bed, and Margaux asked, "Where are you going?"

Isabelle could feel her roommate's eyes following he as she looked for her running shoes.

"Out for a run," she finally replied, and bolted out the door before her roommate could protest.

The air was cold, and the sounds of sirens could be heard throughout the city. It's still murder. Sylar's voice was still ringing in her ears. Isabelle began to run around the college campus, attempting to clear her mind of all the memories that were running through her mind, replaying like an old record player.

It wasn't my fault. I couldn't control my powers. Isabelle arrived at the track, and stopped for a minute, allowing herself to catch her breath before continuing.

She ran a lap around the track before she heard an all too familiar voice say, "I thought I might find you here." Isabelle stopped right in her tracks; her eyes were wide with surprise.

"How do you figure that?" she stayed right where she was, not even bothering to look at him.

"The cloud of lightening that's currently floating above the field."

Isabelle looked up, and sure enough, the only cloud in the sky was above the field. It quickly dissipated, and Isabelle turned around to face Sylar. "What do you want?"

"C'mon, Izzy, what makes you think I want something?" Sylar asked, taking a step closer to her. "Can't a guy just come to you without wanting something?"

"Yes, they can, but not you. You always want something." She pushed the strands of dirty blonde hair that had fallen back behind her ear, and sighed. Sylar remained quiet, but walked closer to her, closing the gap between them.

Isabelle turned her back to him, getting ready to run again.

She ran a couple of steps before she felt a force lift her off the ground, and pull her back towards Sylar.

"Put me down!" she screamed. The wind picked up, and the clouds were starting to appear again. Isabelle was dropped down at Sylar's feet. She glared up at him, only to receive a smile back from him.

"What's your answer?" His smile faded. Isabelle rose to her feet, and brushed herself off. "I've given you two weeks, and now I want your answer."

"Don't make me do this," she begged. She felt like she was being ripped in two. She knew what her heart wanted, but her head wanted something different. She wanted to be with Sylar, to be his partner; but she knew she had to give up that life if she wanted to be normal. "I want to be normal. You know that. I can't go back to the way I was if I want a normal life."

Sylar laughed harshly. "You and I, Isabelle, can never be normal. We're too good for normal. We're better than normal people; you know that."

"That's not true!" Isabelle's temper was rising. Lightening illuminated the sky. "Just because we have powers doesn't mean we're better."

"What's you answer?" he demanded in a low growl. A scowl was plastered on his face. Then, his face softened, as he closed the space between them with a kiss. His lips came crashing down on her's. At first, Isabelle resisted, knowing what he was trying to do; but then, she gave in. This was what she wanted. She ran her fingers through his hair as he deepened the kiss. Moments later he pulled away. "What's your answer?" he whispered into her ear; his lips brushed against her ear. He smiled, knowing she was giving in.

Isabelle took a reluctant step back as she said, "I'm going to be good, and use my powers- if I ever use them- for good."

"Wrong answer," was all she heard before darkness overwhelmed her.

Sorry to leave it there, and to have it be so short. I promise the next chapters will be longer than this. Review please! It is welcomed and encouraged.