Note: I do not own Heroes and I this story has big spoilers for Villains. Read at your own risk and to those who read my Speed Racer fanfic, I will update that soon. Thanks for reading and remember to review. Enjoy!! I've had this up under another account and thats why its the same. So, don't bitch.

Sylar gazed at his beautiful angel. She was amazing in every single manner of action. He would always find her remarkable. He would always hunger for her in ways he would never understand. She was his equal. Something he had never thought he could find. She understood him and more importantly she loved him. She loved the way he was, not because of his powers. He was special just being himself.

Lost in the sea of thoughts, he recalled the first time they meet. How innocent and lovely she looked that day. She smiled warmly at him. Sylar thought about how lonely she seemed and how lonely he felt sitting on the floor. He wanted her to be closer but he just smiled back at her. He felt special as she smiled down at him with her broken watch.

Sylar smiled at the thought of her bring him pie. It was sweet. It was charming. Was that an act or her being herself? He still didn't know how to look at it. He kissed his sleeping angels neck softly as he evoked the memory of her telling him that he was special and the shock on her face when he used his powers in front of her.

He frowned at the thought of what happened next. The day with Trevor played over in his mind a lot. He took that day as the birth of Sylar. He was going to tell her that he loved her that day. He was going to tell her how she was the best…no most important thing in his life. She was the only thing keeping him sane.

It was rotten timing on his part. He could've told her sooner. He had the perfect opportunity when she was repairing the Ziti. It was romantic and she looked so wonderful. He remembered thinking that she was all he needed. She was all he needed to be special. Powers meant nothing to him while she was his. Sylar didn't have to kill again. He could live with the hunger for her and alone her. That was enough for him. He left the kitchen to open the wine bottle. He thought over what he was going to say…and then there was a knock on the door.

The blond angel smiled and told him what she had done. She had invented another to join them, Trevor. His heart sunk into his chest. He felt the air in the room change. He felt his angel change. Her eyes didn't look at him the same way again. He felt a pain burn inside him as Trevor showed his power. It wasn't the hunger. It was something deeper then that yet not as powerful.

As his angel laughed and enjoyed the Trevor's power, Sylar felt rage boil in his blood. His angel thought that someone else was special. Did she still think he was special? She didn't even notice how much pain was going through. He could be special again. He would be special again. She would notice him. He would make her see how he was better then Trevor. He would show her.

He didn't know what he was doing. He couldn't think straight. The hunger called to him. It helped with the pain that burned his veins. Elle threw an energy bust towards him. She was trying to save him. She was trying to stop him, but the hunger was so strong. He knew there was a chance that he could stop the hunger, but if he couldn't what would happen to her? He had to get her to leave.

He threw her across the room. He had never been more afraid in his life. She was special and the hunger was becoming too much. She had to leave him. It broke his heart watching her leave him in fear. He had ruined everything. Sylar killed Trevor and his chance of being normal with it. Elle had done what he thought impossible. She had saved him from the hunger if only for a few days back.

Sylar watched Elle move closer to him. It broke him from his thoughts. He could still see the line on her forehead. He felt the pain of losing her and the pain of realization over what he had done. Power meant nothing, if there was no one to stand beside you. It was like having all the money in the world and not having anyone to share it with.

Being special and different is what he thought he wanted. He had lost himself to desire and dreams. He couldn't blame Elle for what happened with Trevor. Yes, she had set him up, but it his hunger and jealousy that drove him to kill. She had tried to stop. He was lost the moment he threw Trevor across the room and he knew that now. She could've saved him but at the cost of her life. He was glad she ran away when she did. He had made himself special over the months away from her only to hurt her for his own gain.

Sylar gazed at Elle. She was amazing in every single manner of action. He would always find her remarkable. He would always hunger for her in ways he would never understand. She was his equal. Something he had never thought he could find. She understood him and more importantly she loved him. She loved the way he was, not because of his powers. He was special just being himself. That was enough for him. She was all he needed to be special. Powers meant nothing to while she was his. Sylar didn't have to kill again. He could live with the hunger for her and her alone.

Sylar smirked. She was truly special. She had done what he had thought impossible to repeat. She had saved him from the hunger. Elle, his angel, had saved his soul. He would have to get her something nice when he get a chance maybe flowers and breakfast in bed. He would give her jeweler but she didn't wear any. Sylar kissed hi angel before going to sleep. One last thought entered his mind. What ever happened to her broken watch?

I will be making this into a series of one shots or into a story line. I'm leaning more to one shots