A/N: Five yeas later everything looks good, but only on the surface. They can never be the same again. Claire is living in the Petrelli Mansion. She's trying to have a normal life and she's about to graduate from the University. The dark side in Peter rises and their lives are about to be changed forever.

Note: It's AU Paire fic. It's not the typical Paire fic you're going to read. The dark notes here are highlighted. I've never written such Paire fiction before. It's dangerous and it's a challenge for me to write it, but I'm going to try it.

Rated: M

Couple: Peter/Claire

Warnings: Again, it's AU. I don't own Heroes, sadly. The dark themes here are highlighted.

Enjoy reading,

ArinnaVal

Prologue

She was pretty. Damn she was.

Her blond hair hung around her beautiful face in messy curls, highlighting it and making her green eyes look even bigger. Her light snub nose and perfect rose lips were making her look so innocent at the same time. She was the perfect mix of a woman and a girl.

The way her delicate fingers ran through her honey-blond hair and how she crossed her legs were mesmerizing. Her short red skirt made that to look even more sensual. She reached once more to her hair and put a disobedient curl under her ear, too focused in her book. The way she bit her lower lip and licking the place after that, didn't realizing her own sensual nature was making her look more like a woman right now.

He bit his own lip, watching her from the window on the second floor of the Mansion. His eyes were following her every movement, realizing how wrong that is. However, he just couldn't stop watching her. There was something in her that he just couldn't ignore. There was something that was making him want her in a way he shouldn't have.

When her boyfriend arrived, his jaw clenched. His eyes went cold and he put his whole strength not to go there and kill that little bastard. In his mind, she – was his.

"Peter?" The voice of his mother made him flinch for a second. "I thought you were at the hospital."

"I have a day off." He said quietly, watching Claire getting into her boyfriend's car. The book she was reading was forgotten on the bench she was sitting just few seconds ago.

"I thought you were going to work today." Angela repeated once again and put her small hand on his arm. Peter flinched once again. His eyes were still over the car in the front yard. He kept watching the black Porsche until it drove off, leaving a small amount of dust after itself.

"I told you I have a day off." He snapped this time; his eyes went cold in the moment he turned around to look at his mother. "Are you deaf or something, mother?"

Angela didn't answer to that. She simply gave him a look and turned around, walking to her small desk by the other side of the room. She sat on the big chair behind it as if she wanted to hide, or simply put an object between her and her son.

Her eyes mirrored his ones. He was so like her. In every other time she would be so proud of him. Peter was in absolute control of his feelings and emotions right now. However, he was also so… cold. Angela couldn't help, but think about that boy he was just few years ago. He believed in good then. He was so focused over saving the world, even sacrificing himself if he had to. The person he had become had nothing to do with that dreamer.

"My ears are perfect, Peter." Angela finally said, crossing her legs under the desk. Her laced fingers lay over the smooth surface. "It was a simple question and I don't know what's wrong with you lately."

"You mean the past few months?" Peter looked at her with annoyance.

"I meant the last few years."

"You miss your puppet you can rule?" He sounded sarcastic and his arms lay crossed on his chest.

"I miss my son." Angela's voice was low, but she was still managing to hide her true emotions.

"There's only one son, you have to miss. That son would never come back home again."

"We've talked about this, Peter!" She rose up her voice again. "I miss him too, but it's been five years already! I'm sure Nathan would want…"

"You!" Peter hissed pointing his index finger at her. "You don't have the right to talk about him! Not after everything you've done!"

"How many times I have to tell I'm sorry?"

"You didn't say it – at all!"

"I'm getting tired of this." Angela pinched her nose between her fingers, sighing.

"You are tired?" Peter almost chocked. The darkness in his eyes was close to consume his whole being. He was so close of hurting his own mother. "You're such a hypocrite! I can't even…" He storms off the room while he was still able to control his emotions.

His steps led him to the same bench Claire was using just few minutes ago. His eyes closed when he sat there, trying to regain his calmness. It was so hard these days. The shadows of the dark side were so close. They were ready for him and he only needed a step to go there. Only one step to cross the line.

What had happened to him after he had re-absorbed Sylar's powers, no one could ever understand that. It was like every other time at first. Everything looked fine at the beginning, five years ago. Then everything started to change.

He had killed the monster, but the monster was living through him right now. It was like Sylar had passed all of his anger, hypocrisy and dark power to him. Peter became a different person that night. He almost became the person, he hated the most in the world.

When he was standing over Sylar's dead body and the blood of that monster was dripping of his fingers, Peter didn't feel anything. He didn't feel sorry as he was expecting to feel. He just felt… satisfied. That had scared him at first, but then something in him snapped. The thing that made him human went silent for a moment. Peter just had embraced it, because he didn't feel scared or upset anymore. He felt stronger than anyone and anything in the world.

But… then everything changed when Claire came to live in the Mansion. His new nature was tempted to do something, which his previous self wasn't even allowed to think. Then his inside fight had begun.

His look fell down on the book she was reading and his lips curled into something that most people would call smile. She was reading a boring medicine book. She wanted to become a doctor, just like him. He hissed when his hand reached and grabbed the book. He couldn't control himself when he threw it away with a loud growl.

Angela flinched when she saw her son's actions. He was so angry and so cold at the same time. Peter pushed everyone away. He didn't have friends, only the colleagues he was working with in the hospital. He was staying away from Claire even and Angela thought she's going to be the one that's going to help him. However, Claire didn't make it. She had tried of course. That was Peter, her hero and she hero-worshiped him. Claire was able to do miracles with him in the past. He still thought of her as the only pure person left in his life, but even she couldn't help him. He had pushed her away as well.

So, Claire just stopped trying at one point and had focused over her studying. Peter was only watching her from distance. The look in his eyes when he looked at her every time was dangerous. He was watching her as if she was his possession. Angela couldn't close her eyes for this, but she was sure he was still controlling himself. However, when she saw him flying away with that angry look on his face, her heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure if Peter could control himself much longer.