Up down, up down, up down
Gabriel (as she knew him) watched her closely; again her chest was going up and down. But this time it wasn't her heart that was singing to him, but her small breathes that came out worried and confused.
"Gabriel, where am I?"
He could see the panic growing in her eyes, as she began to figure out who he was, Sylar (the boogieman of her nightmares).
"Sylar?"
When he didn't answer terror replaced the panic, her hands gripped tightly onto the blanket that he had covered her with, her face sheet white.
"Yes,
No,
I don't know!"
He had his head in his hands, rocking it back and forth. Oh god how it burned!
Sylar's eyes shot open just as Claire began to try and go out the door.
He kept his eyes on her, moving her back on to the bed, a little too gently.
As he watched her, fear in her eyes, killing her was the last thing that went into his mind.
"Claire, please stay. I don't want to hurt you. Just stay."
Why?
Why was he sparing her?
It was hard to find anyone like her, for all he knew she was the only one with the power, but the way she looked seemed to have saved her, forever or till tomorrow.
'Your name is Sylar!
My name is Sylar'
The pity went from his eyes; it was if he had turned into someone else.
Claire could see this, in one moment, he was somewhat good, and now he was back to normal.
He bent over Claire with so much coldness that it seeped from his skin, coating her with it, and then he kissed her.
"From now on, you do as you're told, Claire-bear, or I'll have a new power."