SUMMARY: Sylar has become a menace in society. Specials are dying left and right with the new serial killer on the loose. Elle has herself trapped in dangerous situations as she tries to subdue the monster within her love. Can she save him from himself yet again?
Disclaimer: Don't Own Heroes. If I did Elle wouldn't be dead. For long at least. She'd be in the show right now!
Author's Note: I don't like sad endings so the ending of LoveGame hurt me a lot. But it needed to be done. To show how much these two love each other. Death can't keep them apart. Have faith in me that I will make this work. Please enjoy the sequel.
CHAPTER 1: Missing One
"I dreamed I was missing. You were so scared." – Leave Out All The Rest, Linkin Park
Once upon a time there was a girl. A beautiful girl with long blonde hair. She was fearless and hopeful. Full of bright light and electric. She worked hard to keep her appearance up, but she didn't need it. She was naturally beautiful, but enjoyed shopping and frolicking. Though no young gentleman ever caught her eye. That was until she met him.
Once upon a time there was a boy. A handsome boy though shy and withdrawn. He worked a loner preparing things for important people. He had a mother who told him he could be more. He could be king of all the land if he wanted to. He didn't. He just wanted to sit and work alone. A man found him. Told him he could do more. Know how things worked. He did and a man paid with his life for it. He wanted to die. He didn't want to hurt anyone. Feel the guilt. He would kill himself to save the world. Then he met her.
Once upon a time there was a couple. A boy and a girl who were lost in the world. A blonde girl with a beautiful smile and a dark haired intelligent gentleman. They fell so in love it was hard to be apart. She had saved his life. Made him feel whole and happy. She felt the same. He made her feel like no else ever had. She loved him. With every part of her body. Every part of her soul. She was broken by men who defamed her and made her weep. He comforted her every time. Made her feel like a woman, not a girl.
Once upon a time there was a war. They were pulled into it. Forced to fight in it. They were separated. That's when they realized they needed each other. They came together after agreeing to fight in the war. They would have agreed to murder if it meant being together again. They always were together. Holding hands and roaming about. Kissing and loving like any couple would. People would look and see the meaning of love in them. Joy. Happiness. Even though they worked to fight to keep each other by helping a war they never wanted.
Once upon a time there was a ring. A ring that would magically unite them. Make all the pain go away. Make them happy forever. Make them each other's forever. He asked for her hand and she let him take it. They were to be married. They were to be happy.
Once upon a time there was blood. Blood on her white gown. Dripping down. Soaking in her body. Her soul. He didn't like it. She was going. A man he had hurt took the woman he loved. Took her sprit. Her soul.
Once upon a time he died. The man he was didn't exist. The woman he loved took himself with her when she went to the heavens to be reunited with her family. He was different now. He was dying slowly. With everybody he killed a part of him died. More and more each time.
Once upon a time he had humanity. She kept him real and human. Grounded and loved. He loved her still. Not a day went by without thinking about her face. Her eyes. Blue fiery crystal. Her smile. Bright, wide, and violently beautiful. Her beauty was something he dreamed of. Thought of. He would do anything to have her back. Anything . . .
"Gabriel." Her voice startled him as he woke up. He thought he was dreaming, but her felt the touch. In dreams he never felt Elle's touch. His punishment for destroying so many lives. His dark eyes adjusted seeing the blonde hair against his face. Lips against his. God damn it! He was trying to sleep. "Wake up sleepy head." He waved his hand in the air using his useful ability allowing Candice to tumble off the bed. His old apartment. Now his again.
"What the hell?!" She called pulling a sweater over her breasts. The blue eyes he adored peered up from under her lashes. Much like Elle's, but not the same. Candice's illusion would never capture his love's beauty. "You usually like that."
"In what universe would I ever like you waking me up from a good dream?" He asked shift from under the blankets. "And you don't use that name. We established this Candice." He pulled his expression into a frown. She stood up brushing herself off. It was Elle's face, but the stance was wrong.
"She never called you anything, but that." Her hands were on her hips and he winced. Elle used to do that. He turned away from her. "I didn't mean to make you mad." Her hand stroked his ear, his hair. "Can I take care of you?" Gabriel rolled his eyes. Two months with Candice had taught him that one, she couldn't kiss like Elle and two, anytime he thought about even getting off on the tainted illusion he'd get stick. These days he stuck to masturbation. He only satisfied her will by kissing her. Occasionally touching her. He needed power. The hunger was strong these days.
"If you have a name I can give you something." His eyes bore into the fake blue. She gave a half smile. The kind Elle always gave. Even after two months he couldn't stop thinking about her.
"It's going to cost you." She sung softly flaunting the paper in his face. He merely rolled his eyes flicking his wrist. Candice really should learn to hold onto her list correctly. He glanced over the name. "Hey!"
"Dale Smither?" He asked looking over the address. "This one's far." He shifted getting up from the bed. His chest clad in a white shirt and his legs in dark black pajama pants. "Better get moving."
"What about me?" She pouted. Her blue eyes narrowing. "I got you the name. I have to get some kind of reward." She twirled her hair teasing. Elle never teased. Well occasionally, but only if he wanted her to.
"You'll get whatever I give you." Sylar said in a harsh tone. Her lower lip suck out. He sighed. Sometimes she reminded him of Elle. Only sometimes. He stepped toward her placing his lips softly on hers. The kiss wasn't pleasant. He learned only Elle's kisses were the kind he needed. Candice's were deep and full. Aggressive. Full of tongue and bite. He pushed her back. "That's it." She pouted.
"I killed a big agent for you." She pouted, but he didn't hear. He was getting ready to take a road trip to Montana. Alone.
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Eden couldn't understand it. Elle Bishop was alive, but hadn't been the same. She took the bowl of soup into the little room in her condo. Elle didn't like to sleep alone so Eden allowed her to sleep with her. She knocked on the door before opening it. She heard a yelp and slowly stepped in.
Elle was wearing a long shirt. A man's shirt and boy shorts. A white male undershirt and black boy shorts. She was huddled in the corner, her long wavy blonde hair covering her face. Eden would have liked to cut it, but anything sharp caused Elle to sputter into a fit. Her powers were diminished quite a bit. Eden hadn't noticed a single blue spark dancing on the girl's skin.
She was chewing on her fingernails peering at Eden. She folded her legs into herself. She whimpered at the sight of the woman curling into a fetal position. She was feral. Like she had been in the wilderness for years and not dead for nine hours. Two months hadn't healed her.
"I have soup for you." She went down to her level pushing the corn chowder at her. Elle peered over at it. Her stomach hummed softly in hunger. "It's for you." Elle felt her body lean forward to take it. She put the bowl to her lips pouring the smooth yellow liquid in her. She felt a hand on her head and yanked herself back. "Okay. Do you want me to leave?" Elle nodded. Eden stood up backing up as a knock went on the front door. She closed the door to the room.
Elle dipped her head going back to her corner crawling carefully while cradling her bowl. She licked the edges with her tongue shaking. She was cold. She always felt cold. Since the moment she had been brought back she had been cold. She didn't want to warmth though. His. Only his. She wanted him.
"How is she?" It was Claire. She liked Claire. She remembered that. As little as she remembered when she came back from the brightness she remembered Claire. She remembered him too. How he made her feel. Like a princess. A girl. A woman. He didn't touch her wrong. He touched her right. Made her warm the right way.
"Still the same." Eden responded causing Elle to shiver. She knew she was bad off. She wanted him though. She couldn't leave though. The woman, Eden had told her it would be wrong of her to leave. Even though she wanted to look for him she couldn't leave. There was a power. A hold. She had to obey Eden.
"It's been months. My dad says he's . . . gone." Gone? She shuddered almost going to her feet. Him? Gone? Had he gone to the brightness. "He can't be found." No he was just lost. Missing like her. Sad. Oh very sad. She had disappeared. She wanted him badly. Like she needed the food and warmth.
"I think all she needs is some love." Yes love. She remembered what love was. A word. A feeling. Him. He was love. Her love. Her life. She remembered. She remembered how love felt. Like a flood of butterflies. Like she was flying. She looked down at the empty spot on her finger. A ring? Wasn't there something there that made her his?
"Can I see her?" Claire asked with wonder. Elle shifted putting the empty bowl down. She was on her knees peering up like a prairie dog. Her arms hanging loosely up. She liked seeing Claire. Claire made her happy, not like Eden did. Eden didn't make her happy. Eden was keeping her from him.
"She wants to be alone." Elle shook her head. She didn't want to be alone. She wanted to be with him. Or Claire. Not Eden. Tears soaked her cheeks. She buried her head in the covers as she curled on the bed.
She closed her eyes trying to dream. She tried to dream so many times. This time he was there. She was in the old place. The old home where she had been proposed to. In their room. She was wearing black. A corset, the kind that was leathery and tight. She liked tight. Leather pants. He was in only boxers on the bed. She leaned down kissing him. Running her hand over his body. Rubbing his lower area. Hard. Yes. That's how it was supposed to be.
"Elle." Her name sounded so right in his voice. Like a god. She worshipped him. "Yes my beautiful Elle." He spoke like he knew what he wanted. She knew what he wanted, but her words were lost. His fingers brushed her lips. "You know you're mine. Forever. I love you." Her lips opened sucking on his fingers. She wished she could taste him. He smiled up at her, but it disappeared as she woke up.
"Shh," Eden's voice called as her hands spooned the woman from behind. "Don't move." A deeper tone. Elle didn't move. She couldn't. She felt Eden's hands tickle her nipples. Hard from the dream and not the woman's touch. She closed her eyes trying to imagine it was him.
She wished he was here instead of Eden. Her hands cupped around her lower area rubbing her softly. Eden moaned feeling the wetness. It was from the dream. Hearing him say I love you. Seeing the excitement in his hardness. Hard. Soft. Love. Hate. Him. Her. All words. All jumbled. One was missing though a word she wanted to speak more than anything.
As Eden finally feel asleep by satisfying herself with touching Elle over her clothing the young blonde found the word she needed.
"Gabriel." Her first word in a long time. The only word that mattered.