"This isn't right. We can't."
Her words were barely audible over his ragged breathing. She wanted him to stop. She felt dirty with him on top of her. But then again...then again, she wanted it. She craved it. She wanted to feel him insider of her, wanted to feel his dry lips against her tanned and exposed neck. She wanted it more than anything.
"Can't? I don't do well with others telling me what to do, Claire," the man known as Sylar whispered in her ear, his voice soft and menacing. "And who's to say it's wrong? Maybe it's right. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be."
Claire felt herself shudder and instantly regretted it. He wanted for her to be scared, to scream. I won't, she silently vowed to herself. I won't give the bastard the satisfaction. Instead of screaming, Claire instantly stopped struggling underneath him. She didn't fight; there was no purpose. Yes, she could heal. But she couldn't defend herself. She wasn't strong, she wasn't a quick thinker. She was smart, oh yes. But against a man as ruthless and insane as Gabriel Gray? She didn't stand a chance. So, she just stopped. Shut down. She let her thoughts slowly ebb away and laid there, her shorts pulled down and her shirt pushed up, exposing her undergarments.
Sylar, of course, wasn't happy with Claire's sudden stillness.
Normally, he hated when his "victims" fussed and screamed. It got on his nerves. But Claire...was different. Special. He wanted to hear her scream, wanted to feel her squirm to get free. He wanted her to whisper his name in fear, begging for mercy. But she wouldn't. Sure, her stillness had made it easier for Sylar. Easier for him to take her power. Well...share, in this case. He really didn't want to kill her. He couldn't even if he wanted to. All he could do was "take" her power, and go. No, that's not ALL he could do. That's what he had come to do. But...staring at her now, at her almost exposed body, he wanted to do other things to the blond cheerleader. As if she wanted it, Claire heaved a large sigh, causing her covered breasts to rise and then fall. Sylar smirked slightly as he slowly ran a finger across the bottom of her bra, relishing Claire's sudden gasp. His small smirk instantly grew to be a huge grin when he saw the fear in Claire's eyes.
She wanted to say something, to yell at him to stop, but Claire couldn't bring herself to do such a thing. She was terrified of what he might do to her. He would take her power, that was a given. But he might also--Claire stopped. She really didn't want to think about what he might or might not do. She would be like a zombie, devoid of thought or movement. But such a plan...was about to be horribly shattered.