Hey everyone. I thought I'd try something like this, just to see how it goes. Please review and tell me what you think, because if it doesn't get any, I'm really not going to bother writing any more. Tell me what you think! Also, kinda my first heroes fanfic. Play nice.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters mentioned, except for Giselle. Everyone else belongs to NBC/ Tim Kring. I love the show, don't sue.

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It made her head hurt. It wasn't much of a spin, but she could feel the shift in the atmosphere. As soon as she felt it stop, Giselle glared up at him. His dark eyes danced under the moonlight. He grinned at her.

And then he was gone.

Giselle's eyes widened quickly, and she ran to the spot where he once was. "No!" she screamed at the night sky. Her fists clenched.

"You son of a bitch." she growled. It was a warm Texas evening. Summer, she presumed. She knew automatically he had sent her back, not forward. Everything seemed so peaceful here, so calm. She heard the soft buzz of cars on the highway near by. She was standing on an empty field, and she thought she could see a cow in the distance. She rolled her eyes.

"You son of a bitch" she muttered again, shaking her head.

--- three months later.

Sylar smiled as he walked down the busy street of new York. He was getting a slight headache, what, from the noise and all. But he was having a good day. Smiling again, he glanced around the corner, and red caught his eye. A girl with shoulder length, auburn curls. From afar, Sylar could still see she had dark brown eyes. Sylar hadn't had a reminder of his libido in a couple of months. He had been too busy. But he couldn't help but find her beautiful.

Sexy.

Now there was a word he hadn't used in a VERY long time.

And she was staring right at him. She looked like she was concentrating, focusing hard on something. Sylar cocked his head to the side slightly, and squinted. Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted from his chest. He took an intake of breath, and reached down to touch his chest. But as soon as it came, it was gone. He glanced back up at the girl. Her face was relaxed, and she grinned at him. Sylar cocked an eyebrow, and she winked. Sylar, suddenly finding himself turning back into Gabriel gray, he glanced around, wondering if the beauty was looking at someone else. He looked back up at her.

She was gone.

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It continued like that for a few months. He had no idea why, but he would get a sharp pain sometime, and would spot a whiff of auburn. He didn't let it bother him, he just continued with his daily life. Killing, avoiding, and being incredibly sneaky. This time, he was waiting outside a small trailer home. The couple inside were arguing, something about paying the bills. It was making him tired, annoyed even. That was when the pain hit him.

"Damn it" he muttered, his eyes darting from side to side. He couldn't see her. By now, Sylar had connected the dots. "You can't hide forever, you stupid girl. Afraid of some fun?" he growled, now forgetting about the couple behind him.

"Not really."

Giselle shrugged as she stepped out from behind a large oak tree. Her thumbs were in her tight Jean pockets. Her eyes fixed on Sylar. He grinned, facing his hands towards her. Suddenly, a crash came from the trailer behind them, and a middle aged, large, covered in sweat man tumbled out of the trailer. Sylar rolled his eyes, sinking deeper into the shadows. He turned to Giselle. "Wait right there." Sylar smirked, before turning to the man, who was wiping sweat off his brow. Suddenly, the man was hurdled up into the air, grasping for air. Giselle frowned at the man in the air.

"I forgot. You don't do it the fun way now." she paused, and then grinned. "Let me help."

Sylar felt another sharp pain, and he growled at Giselle. Suddenly, the woman inside the trailer was dragged out, screaming. She was being dragged, mind you.

By her ankles.

Sylar raised his eyebrows, and quickly turned to-

"WOULD YOU PLEASE CUT THE GUYS HEAD OPEN?"

Giselle screamed, pinning the woman down on the grass. Sylar was a little taken aback, but he realized his victim was hanging in the air, probably seconds from death. Focusing, he neatly made his trademark, and then calmly walking towards the victim, now lying on the ground.

"That's not the one you want." Giselle responded in a sing-songy voice. She was straddling the woman, who was screaming. Sylar saw swirls of dark cloud swirling around them. The woman erupted in a sharp scream, and then tensed. A soft blue cloud floated out of her open mouth, and into Giselle's. She smiled, "Your welcome to take it." she said as she got off the woman. Giselle opened her palm, and a shot of water erupted from it. She grinned.

"Nice. Well, I'm off."

The woman was still writhing on the ground, and Sylar, who was confused as hell, held the woman down with his powers. "What is this? Who are you?" he growled.

Giselle shook her head. "No. Your not getting answers that fast." she paused. "I'll tell you what. Find me again, and I'll talk." the dark clouds swirled around her, and she gave a wink. The clouds engulfed her. And she was once again gone, leaving Sylar with the woman. He stared at the empty space for a moment, and then started his trademark.

30 miles away, Giselle could hear her scream.

She couldn't help but smile.