Character(s)/Pairing(s): Adam Monroe, Ando Masahasi, Claire Bennet, Claude Rains, DL Hawkins, Gabriel Gray/Sylar, Hiro Nakamura, Micah Sanders, Mohinder Suresh, Molly Walker, Nathan Petrelli, Niki/Jessica Sanders, Noah Bennet, Peter Petrelli, The Haitian. Adam Monroe x Peter Petrelli.
Warnings: AU, Language, Implied Slash, Un-BETAed.
Spoilers: None that have come to my attention.
Word Count: Approx. 275
Rants: This is a story based off of short paragraphs I've been writing in my English class, a few sentences in length and a different POV each time.
Summary: While searching for his brother, Peter is sucked into a world he's never even dreamed about. Now he's torn between helping Claude end a war, finding his brother, and a certain blonde vampire named Adam he's supposed to kill. AU. Peter x Adam.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes now and I'll never own Heroes in the future. It's property of it's respective owners, and I'm just borrowing the characters for now.

Peter was scared.

Not scared in the sense that theoretically today could be his last day, but scared in the sense that Peter knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that today was, in fact, his last day.

The old manor house was on fire. He wasn't sure how, as he hadn't lit any matches, plugged anything in, or turned anything on. He was walking around with a flashlight, examining room from room, searching.

Searching for Nathan.

But that was so irrelevant now, Peter realized, as the flames lapped at the walls, blocking his way out of the kitchen and thus into the open air.

Peter never should have come back to the manor, he knew that, because it had been abandoned for so long, and it was just his luck that it would decided to catch fire with him inside.

And he was scared.

Not only because he was going to die, but because he was going to die and no one would know. The house was marked for demo, and sealed off for none to enter.

But Peter, being Peter, had to look inside.

He had to check if there were any traces of Nathan left in this old manner, their old summer home, when there were no traces of him left anywhere else on the god-forsaken planet.

A loud creak, and part of the ceiling caved in, just to Peter's right. He gave a frightened shout, and ducked away. Stumbling through the room, he searched for a way to get past the wall of flames, but he was trapped, and now, he was going to die.

Peter never did like fire.