The leaves rustled softly beneath her feet as she climbed down the trellis, jumping down to feel the soft ground sink below her heels. Her hand mingled along the crisp white wood before turning around to make her way down the street.
Kicking her foot out, she stopped suddenly when she noticed a shadowed figure standing a few feet away, leaning against a tree trunk. Her heartbeat quickening, she backed up to the wall, watching his arms unwind from their crossed state as he stepped forward.
She glanced up at the open window quickly, preparing to scale the wall again as the shadowed figure continued to move towards her. Digging her heels into the ground, her eyes caught the moonlight as it cascaded over the figures features. A strong, chiseled face with dark, hallowed eyes flowed in and out of the light. Her nerves began to slow down as she soon figured out he was not a man of authority.
The man's face was illuminated once he had cleared the branches of the overgrown tree and Emilie eyes were instantly drawn to his features. The sketchy images of his face that were clouded by the shadows earlier became clear. His face was framed in a halo of short dark hair that was styled expertly, and his jaw held the beginnings of stubble. She was so entranced by the mystery surrounding the man that she hadn't realized that he was standing just a few inches from her.
Looking up to his face, her blue eyes met with his dark brown ones and she noticed his gaze divert down. She followed the direction his eyes were pointing, observing the spray of red smeared on her white shirt. His hand outstretched towards her and she snapped her head up, pushing herself from the wall and out of his way. Within seconds, she was standing behind him, staring at his back. It seemed the man was thrown off guard as she watched his head move side to side in confusion before whizzing around to face her.
His disorientation in the matter was quickly squashed when a smile played upon his lips and he brought his hand up. The girl saw his gesture, feeling his fingers graze the side of her arm; she used her lightning quick reflexes to grab a hold of his hand and wrench it back.
As a defense mechanism, Sylar yelled out, unknowingly pushing her away with his abilities. Emilie was thrown from his side, her back making a violent contact with the wet grass. She grimaced, pushing herself up into a sitting position. Twisting her upper body to the right, she felt the loud crack echo in the air as she took the time to observe the mud that had caked on her skin before directing her attention to the wall.
She squinted through watery eyes at the side of the house, finding its previous visitor missing. Surveying the perimeter of the yard, she noticed his absence and sighed, slowly pulling herself up.
Emilie had only gotten half of the way up when, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a blur followed by her body becoming rigid. Sylar re-emerged from the shadows, holding a hand out in her direction. Emilie cursed to herself; her ability was of no use if she couldn't voluntarily move her muscles. He moved closer until he was looming over her, his eyes boring into her skull.
Noticing the hold he had on her body was lessening, Emilie waited patiently until she knew she had enough of her movement back. His control decreased suddenly and Emilie took the opportunity to ball both fists and bring them down on his shoulders. Once again, her body was flung down on the ground before her fists could even brush his clothes.
She brought herself up again but Sylar clasped his hands around her wrists and pounded her body back down against the cold ground. Emilie painfully struggled beneath his grasp, holding a steady expression even though bits of grimace showed. Keeping his eyes on her face, he was surprised when she stopped struggling and watched a devious grin appear on her lips.
Sylar tilted his head to the side slightly, curious by her sudden change of demeanor. His hands still holding her wrists, Emilie held back a laugh, maneuvering her face closer to his as she whispered in the dark.
"What do you plan on doing to me?" she asked, flirtatious tones breaking the grievous atmosphere. Sylar narrowed his eyes, not quite believing what she had just said. He stood above her body, staring down at her face inches from his until a sharp pain in his stomach caused him to roll off her and crumple to the ground. Emilie moved fast, pulling herself up ten times quicker than a normal human being. She straightened up and glanced back at Sylar, who was recovering from a swift knee to the torso. Her lips curled into a grin and she let out a small laugh before opening the picket fence to the street.
"Men…" she mumbled in amusement, stuffing her bloodstained hands in the pockets of her jeans and whistling softly in the night.