A/N: Welcome to my second Heroes fanfic! alright, this one is totally for fun. there's a little bit of the Heroes storyline here and there, obviously, but it really doesn't fit anywhere in the show because its a mock storyline by roomie1120 on YouTube, with some of my own differences. the video is on my homepage here on if you'd like to see it, which i recommend, cuz the vid is hilarious. anyway, i used my character from my other Heroes fanfic, Tatiana York. to give you a little background on her, she's blonde, green-eyed, slender and petite. she can produce shields with her mind and also sense other Specials. if you haven't gotten to Season 3 on Heroes you're gonna be lost, I'm warning you now. the only thing i own in this is Tatiana. alright, no that that's done, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Meet the Serial Killer and the Slacker

"You are the most evil man on the planet."

"And you love me for it."

Sylar gave a devious grin to the blonde as he sat on the couch and moved his hands as if he were handling a puppet. The blonde moved as he moved his hands, her damp, jaw length, strawberry blonde hair moving over her emerald eyes as she glared at him, swaying her hips in his control. Provocative music was playing, and he was still grinning as he swayed her to the music.

"Why do you always do this to me?" she grumbled, twirling around, still under his control.

"Because it's fun," he replied as she turned to face him. "You can't tell me you don't find this just a little fun, Tatiana."

"I don't find this fun, Sylar," she shot back, and he stopped her as she faced him then walked her toward him, and her emerald eyes widened in wonder. "W-What are you doing?"

"Making it even more fun," he grinned, lifting his brows for a second at the emphasized word in eagerness as she approached.

"Your definition of fun is never fun for me," she muttered as he stopped her in front of him, standing between his knees as he still sat.

He lowered his hands, releasing his control on her but he switched to his telekinesis before she could get away and she floated slightly off the floor, glaring at him. He bit the corner of his lip, trying to figure out how he was going to do this then finally hovered her above his lap and slowly lowered her until her knees were on either side of him as she set her hands on his shoulders for support as she touched down.

"Wasn't that fun?" he smirked as she still glared at him.

"Why do you always make me dance like that?" Tatiana grumbled with a slight pout that made Sylar's smirk widen.

"Because you look good doing it," he replied, his hands sliding up her bare arms as she only wore a white tank top and shorts.

"But why can't you just ask me to do it instead of sneaking up on me and getting your invisible puppet strings on me?" she replied, crossing her arms over her chest as she supported herself on her knees, and his hands settled on her hips to hold her where she was as he looked up at her. "It creeps me out when you do that."

"It's just me, babe," he smiled, slipping his hands up to stroke his thumbs under her the hem of her top and making her take in a breath at feeling his touch on her skin. "I'm not gonna hurt ya."

"No just burn or freeze me," she muttered, trying to ignore his touch, but finding it hard in her current position.

"Oh, come on, baby," he groaned, sitting up a little to be closer to her. "I apologized for that I don't know how many times. I thought you forgave me already."

Sylar snuggled his face into her stomach, making her moan when he kissed her through her shirt, his hands running all the way around her waist to pull her closer. Tatiana's hands ran through his hair, pulling him closer as he buried his face into her abdomen.

"Damn it, Gabriel," she sighed, placing her hands on either side of her head to pull it away as she sank lower into his lap. "You make it very hard to stay mad at you."

"Thank god for that, huh?" he smirked, lifting his brows suggestively before she planted a kiss to his mouth and they fell onto the couch with him on top of her, both attacking the other's mouth for control.

Later...

Sylar leaned back on a wall, biting into his ice cream cone as he adjusted his black baseball cap, Tatiana stepping up next to him as they were touring the mall. She licked her hand as a bit of her ice cream melted down her thumb to her wrist and Sylar watched her with hungry, brown eyes.

"What?" she frowned, starting at her ice cream and he only smirked, deviously.

"Next time it starts to melt, tell me," he smirked, making her frown even deeper at him.

"Why?"

"'Cause I wanna lick it off for ya," he replied and she rolled her eyes but gave a sly smile before leaning on his arm to look around at the crowd as they ate their ice cream.

"So what are we here for?" she wondered, taking a lick of her ice cream.

"See that chick over there?" he gestured discreetly, leaning his head closer to hers and she nodded when she caught sight of an auburn haired woman hanging out outside the electronic store they were across from. "She's got a power I want."

"Lord, not this again," Tatiana muttered, making Sylar lift a brow at her. "Just do me a favor and come home when you're done, ok? I'm headin' back---"

"Just stay here then," he almost snapped as she took a step away from him, but she stopped and looked back at him. "I won't be long."

"You always say that," she almost groaned as she stepped back to him and taking a lick at her ice cream. "You always end up taking forever about it."

"I'm an artist, baby," he smiled with a slight shrug and she rolled her eyes again. "I can't help it if a work of art takes too long to finish for you. I gotta get the power then practice with it so I don't accidentally kill you."

"How sweet of you," she muttered, leaning against him again as they both started at their ice cream again.

"Isn't it, though?" he retorted, and she said nothing as he continued, "Looks like she's gonna be there for a while so we can finish our ice cream and I'll head after her, ok?"

"Whatever," Tatiana blurted and he smirked down at her. He knew she hated coming with him on runs to feed his hunger for power and blood, but he gave her points for bearing it the way she did and tried to make it up to her as much as he could. "Just don't leave a mess, ok?"

"That's unavoidable, babe, sorry," he replied and she sneered in disgust. Pursing his lips in thought he leaned toward her ear and whispered, "You can go wait for me at home if you want. I won't make you stick around if you don't want to."

"No, you're stuck with me, now," she retorted, licking at her cone. "You promised a nice date of ice cream and shopping. I expect to collect when you get back from your shopping spree."

Sylar smirked as he stood tall again and slid his arm around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head, but keeping an eye on the woman across the store from them.

"So what's this chick's power anyway?" Tatiana asked, nodding toward him slightly.

"Illusions," Sylar replied, adjusting his hat again. "I'd like to see how that works."

The blonde on his arm glanced up at him, seeing the slight glint in his eye as he stared at the man and suddenly realized those were his bedroom eyes he was using. She sneered at herself for liking the way he looked when he was hungry for blood and power.

"What do you need that power for?" she wondered and he glanced down at her.

"Wouldn't you like to go wherever you want, whenever you want?" he smirked and she gave a nonchalant shrug, not looking at him. "London? Paris? Japan? Hell, you could go wherever, whenever and with whoever you want when you get sick of me."

"I can just leave you if I get sick of you," she shrugged again and he sent a glare down at her, but she still didn't look at him as she finished off her ice cream.

"Don't even joke about that, Tatiana," he murmured, lowly in a dark tone and she looked up at him with wide eyes. She knew that tone, and the look he was giving her, as well. He was dead serious. "I know you won't leave me, so don't even think you can pull that on me."

Tatiana swallowed, silently and nodded. It was a shot below the belt, but she didn't really mean it, and he knew it. Still, the thought of her leaving him made his heart clench until he almost couldn't breathe.

"I'm sorry, Gabriel," she whispered with a slight nod and snuggled into his chest a little, apologetically.

"Just don't take that shot again," he muttered, almost done with his ice cream as he hugged her a little closer and turned back to watch the auburn haired girl across from them. She started to head in a different direction and he straightened, making Tatiana frown but she sneered slightly when she noticed the woman walking away as well. She ducked out from under his arm making him frown down at her.

"Go," she grumbled. "Just don't cheat on me. I'll be right here."

Sylar gave a small smile and leaned over to kiss her warm cheek with cold lips from his ice cream, making her give a sigh as he did.

"I'll be back in a bit, love," he murmured and she nodded, watching him walk away, tossing his napkin away in a trash can he passed and stuffed his hands into his pants pockets.

He followed the auburn haired girl as she bobbed and weaved through the crowd and smirked when she went through an exit, catching up with her. He rushed out the door when it almost closed behind her and frowned when he found himself at a set of stairs. The mall wasn't that big. If he'd just gone through an exit…

Sylar smirked, knowingly as he didn't move and called, "Nice try! You think I wouldn't know this mall inside out from bringing my girlfriend here all the time?!"

The image of a hall with stairs faded away to show him in the alley behind the mall with an angry woman, glaring at him.

"Why are you following me?" she growled and he only smirked. "Are you with them?"

"If by them you mean the people hunting us, then, no," he smirked, making her glare drop to surprise as he said 'us.'

"You're…" she trailed off and he tilted his head at her slightly as she continued, "You're like me?"

"In a sense," he nodded, stepping toward her as she stared at him with wide eyes. "You have an amazing power." He stopped in front of her, looking down at her and stroking some of her hair from her face as he whispered, "I'd like to see how that works."

He flicked his fingers toward the wall to his left and she was thrown by an invisible force until she hit the wall on her back, making her cry out in pain. Sylar held a hand toward her throat and she began choking as he tilted his head slightly again and held up another hand, pointing his finger at a spot on her forehead. He slowly moved his finger through the air and as he did, a line of blood trailed over the woman's forhead as she screamed in pain.

Meanwhile...

Tatiana sighed as she leaned against a wall, sipping at her soda while waiting for Sylar to come back for her. She jumped a little when her cell phone buzzed in her pocket and she frowned, wondering why she would be getting a call now. Her father was at work and Sylar was…busy, so who was calling her?

She looked at the caller ID and frowned when the number came up unavailable so she ignored it. A moment later it went off again, this time indicating she was receiving a text. Sighing when she read that the number was unavailable again, she decided to read the text anyway and delete it. She opened the text and she frowned in wonder at the text.

Hey, there, gorgeous.

Tatiana shut the phone, ignoring it altogether and guessing that whoever was texting would figure out they had the wrong number. Again, it went off and she growled this time in irritation at the thing as she looked at it and read the text.

I don't have the wrong number, Tatiana.

Her emerald eyes widened in disbelief and she stared at the phone, not noticing anything else around her for a moment.

"Hey, babe."

Tatiana whirled around and stared up at Sylar as he frowned in wonder at her look. She quickly put her phone away, still looking at him and dropping the shock on her face.

"You done?" she wondered, casually and he gave a smirk with a small nod as he took her soda from her hand to take a sip.

"Let's get shopping, love," he smiled, slinging an arm around her shoulders and she smiled up at him, not asking what had happened or even needing to ask. By his mood, she could tell he'd gotten what he wanted and only wanted to give her what she wanted: Quality time with her boyfriend.

"So what were you looking at on your phone before I walked up?" he wondered, handing her soda back to her and she gave a shrug, not looking up at him.

"Nothing," she mumbled, and Sylar felt a tingle run through him, making him give a tight smirk as he shook his head slightly.

"You're lying," he sang and she looked up at him with wide eyes.

Damn, I forgot, he's a walking lie detector now, thanks to that Sue girl, she thought and looked back at her soda as they still walked through the mall to take a sip of it.

"I just got a weird text," she shrugged, slightly. "It's probably nothing. I couldn't tell you who it was from. The number comes up unavailable."

Sylar gave a frown, but didn't press her for more. If he wanted, he could cash in a favor from a pint-sized technopath he'd helped out.

"So," he chirped, yanking her soda away from her again for a drink, "where would my little blonde bombshell like to stop first?"

"Nordstrom's, please," she grinned, glad that he'd dropped the subject and he smiled down at her as she kissed his chin, ignoring the continuing vibration of her phone in her pocket. She was on Sylar time now, and she wasn't letting a text creep come between them.

Somewhere else in California...

"But, mom---"

"Don't 'but mom' me. Clean your room. As long as you're living here you're gonna help out around here."

With that, she shut the door on her way out of the messy room and the young man sitting on his bed flopped back onto it with a heavy sigh.

"I really hate her," Luke muttered, staring at the ceiling.

He sat up with another sigh, glancing around his room and sneering. His eyes landed on a small candle on a plate sitting on his nightstand. He had no idea where it had come from but he didn't care at the moment. He could only think of doing one thing to it right now.

Lifting an open hand he concentrated on the hatred for his mother. Heat waves could be seen coming from his hand as the candle almost instantly melted until there was nothing but melted wax on the paper plate. The thing burst into flames on his stand and he jumped up, cursing as he knocked something over that made a loud crash. He shoved a hand under his bed for the fire extinguisher he usually kept there and put the fire out quickly, just before the door opened to reveal his mother.

"Luke! Are you---?! What happened?!"

Luke glanced from the now foamed up stand then back at her with wide eyes as she placed her hands on her hips and glaring at him.

"You were messing with the matches again, weren't you?" she scolded and shook her head with a sigh when he didn't answer, holding her hand out. "Give them to me."

Luke gave a false sigh of defeat and opened his nightstand drawer to pull out a box of matches that sat with thirty others just like it. A precautious he took when things like this happened, along with the extinguisher. He handed the box over to his mother who snatched it away from him and a shake of her head.

"Honestly, Luke, what goes through your head when things like this happen?!" she wondered, walking out the door and shutting it behind her.

Luke sighed as he looked back at the mess he'd made and stood to clean it up. Just another beautiful day in hell.

A/N: yea, i based it in California, so sue me. anyway, wut'd ya think so far? reviews?