I sighed as I stared into the mirror. "I look like an idiot." I muttered, looking down at the emerald green dress I was wearing. Sylar came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I think you look magnificent." He murmured against my neck. I closed my eyes as he nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck.
"Yeah, well, I still don't understand why I have to wear it. I hate dresses." I said, looking at us in the mirror. He held my closer as he began to kiss my neck.
"Because it's a five star restaurant." He whispered.
"So?" He chuckled as I said this, holding me tightly to him.
"You know I love you, right?" I smiled and turned in his grip, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Yeah, I think I heard something like that." With that, he leaned down and kissed me. He pulled back, and I turned around to look at myself in the mirror.
"How about we skip dinner and go straight to dessert?" He asked, kissing my neck. I smiled, sighing some.
"I would love to, but this invitation is not something I am going to pass."
Sylar, Bennet and I sat at a round table, Victor sitting in front of us. He sipped his wine, smiling.
"So, here we are." He said, holding his arms out.
"Here we are." Bennet repeated.
"You still have a chance to stop this foolish war." With that, my fathers eyes darted to me, only to have Sylar lean forward.
"You have very sick thoughts." Sylar growled. Victor only smiled, shrugging.
"So what do you say? Give me the girl and everyone lives?" He then chuckled, putting his glass to his lips. "Well… Not everyone." I glared, only to have Sylar squeeze my hand under the table. I looked up at him, only to see him staring at Victor with ease.
"How about this." I cut in, only to have them all look at me. I smiled, only to have Sylar clench his jaw. "Just you and me. Fight to the death?" I leaned back, crossing my legs like a 'proper' lady. Ugh. I hate dresses…
"As tantalizing as that sounds," Victor said, sipping his wine. "That's not any fun." With that, the waiter came and I looked around. People ate, talked, laughed. They had no idea the turmoil that was brewing. I always wondered what it would be like to have a normal life. Not a care in the world. No war, no villains, no death of mass scales. Must be nice. "It's dull and far beneath us." Victor said once the waiter was gone, making me snap my head to him. I closed my eyes, baring my teeth.
"Stay out of my head you sick bas-"
"Where and when are we meeting?" Bennet said, cutting my retort. I inhaled, controlling the rage. Shit, I forgot how much the anger sucked.
"Ah, right!" Victor said, as if he forgot. He reached into his coat pocket and handed it to Bennet, who took it attentively. "Be there exactly at 10:00."
"In the morning?" I asked, eyes wide.
"Fine. When?" Bennet said, ignoring me. I slouched back, shaking my head. I'm stuck as a teenager for the rest of eternity, which means mornings? Not my thing. At. All.
"In three days we shall meet."
"That smug, slimy, good for nothing-" Sylar cut off my tarried with his lips. I only sighed, pressing my body into him as I needed his comfort. He held me tightly, pulling back some, pressing his forehead to my own.
"None of this is your fault." he whispered, making me stare into his brown orbs.
"I never said-"
"You never have too." There was a moment of silence as he cut me off. My brows came together as I tried to use my anger to over power the sadness. My jaw clenched as tears began to well up, causing me to dig my head into his shoulder.
"It is my fault! Don't you see? He's after me! People will die because of me!" He shushed me, rubbing my back as I cried. He picked me up, walking over and sitting in a chair, me cradled on his lap. "This war is all of my fault! If I had never been born-"
"Don't!" he cut in sharply. I looked up at him with sad eyes, only to make him look at me with a small smile. "If you had never been born… I wouldn't have found a reason to exist…" I swallowed then, trying to stop the tears that feel carelessly down my cheeks. He smiled then, wiping them away with his finger. "Peter saw the war because he exploded. He then saw it a year later because of a dieses. Lastly he saw it because of a potion his father created to give people powers." He cradled me closer, inhaling some. "This war was gonna happen one way or another. It just so happens that your father is the one to start it. Not. You." I wrapped my arms around his neck, nuzzling his body for warmth. I inhaled his own scent, loving the feel of him holding me. I needed his comfort, and he gave it. Willingly and easily. I ran my ran along his neck, loving how strong it was. "Nothing about you could ever do anything wrong. There's nothing in the world that would change the way you are." His hot breath fanned out across my skin as he got closer. "Nothing could change the way I see you in my eyes…" With that, he tilted his head and kissed me gingerly. I closed my eyes as I let my body take control. I was lost, confused and hurt about this war deal. I let him rage through my veins, controlling my own thoughts. Our mouths moved agonizingly slow, my insides burning. He pulled back, smirking. "We're taking it nice and slow tonight." I groaned. I didn't want slow. I hated slow. I always wanted him. It never faded.
"Baby…" I whined some, biting my lip. He smiled, a playful glow to his eyes.
"Not gonna work on me." With that he kissed me, slowly. Our mouths burned against one another's, moving slowly as I felt like I was on fire. As his tongue entered my mouth, I clung to him. Instead of our usual fiery dance, he merely taunted me. Licking the roof of my mouth, tickling me some. I groaned, curling into him as much as I could. This is going to be a long night…
