Those questions that were listed from top of my (pink and little) brain, 'how many angels can fit on the head of a pin' and the one that told it all 'How do you make love stay?', faded away with very drop of blood and every slice of my skin.
They were soon replaced by 'how do you feel again?' 'am I even human?' and the one that Peter said only too often 'how do take a life and not feel a damn thing?
It was as if the moment he placed his fingers on all of my hopes and dreams, they turned to ash and were replaced with hate (boiling on the top of my skin) and a little bit of his own darkness.
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"Claire?"
"Close your mouth I don't want any drool on the carpet and it's Sandra."
For all the time I spent away from it the house was in tip-top shape and it wasn't just any house, it was mine the one that I rebuilt from the ground up but none of the memories seemed to wash away.
"Well, Sandra, I was passing by (another power to gobble up, just like candy) and saw that this house standing and not full of cinders anymore, and I just had to come inside. And look what I found, little Claire Bennett your not so little anymore and not so pure."
His steps were soundless (something you learned early on, 101 on being a villain) as he came for me, and all that could go through my head was that day, playing over and over again.
"I wasn't very pure even when you came and took it all. I doubt you need anything from me, Sylar, so you can just get the hell out."
"Oh, no I do need something very, very badly...you."
"Then why didn't you just say so?"
The darkness from his finger tips seeped into me and from the very moment on (as it went on skin staying forever young and pink) I was his, body and soul.
Those others seemed to leave my mind with each kiss he planted on my welcoming lips with a 'daddy wouldn't like this at all now would he?'.
Even Peter, the forbidden fruit that couldn't even touch my lips melted away and was replaced by him and him alone.