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Author's Note: Sorry about the delay. My internet connection has been mucking up the past couple of weeks, this is the first time in two weeks that I've been on the internet. Because of this I haven't had a chance to re-read this chapter like I usually do so there may be mistakes and it might be crap. Anyway, on with the story.

Summary: Sylar makes his presence known.

Spark

Chapter Fourteen

Abby woke up and looked around the room. She could hear voices whispering and was confused, not knowing who Sam could be talking to. Suddenly she realised that she recognised the other voice but was hoping beyond hope that she was wrong. She got up and crept out of her room, creeping along the wall until she could peek into the kitchen, where the voices were coming from. The sight in the kitchen shocked her. Sam was sitting at his old table, staring down at his plate, and Sylar was standing at the stove, making eggs and talking laughingly. Something made Sylar realise she was there, even though she hadn't made a sound, and he turned to her, a huge smile on his face.

"Come on in, Sleepy Head. We were wondering when you were going to get up." Abby stared at him in shock. A part of her wanted to turn and run away, get as far away from the mad man as possible, but she couldn't leave Sam there alone with him. Sylar chuckled seeing she wasn't moving and walked towards her, a plate of eggs in his hands. She couldn't help but flinch as every fibre in her being wanted to run away.

"Abigail, come sit down." Sam looked and sounded pleading. Abby shifted her gaze from the psychopath now standing in front of her to her old friend.

"Sam, get out of here." Sylar chuckled and Sam made no move to leave. This shocked Abby even more. "Sam, this is Sylar. Get out of here!" Again he didn't move and Sylar laughed louder, taking another step towards her.

"He knows who I am. He invited me here, after all." Abby had been staring at Sam, pleading with her eyes for him to leave, but as soon as Sylar said that her eyes snapped back to him.

"What? How? Why?" Sam looked away from her. Her eyes looked betrayed and he couldn't stand looking in them. Sylar rolled his eyes but chuckled again. He reached out and put his arm around her, making her flinch again, and led her towards the table. He pushed her to sit down and she sat, too shocked to do anything else. Sylar sat down next to her.

"Should I tell her or do you want to?" Sylar smiled a twisted smile at Sam. Sam shook his head, still refusing to look up.

"I don't want to tell her." Sylar chuckled at that and shook his head.

"Okay, I'll tell her. You see I found Sam by myself. I came here to... well I don't have to tell you, do I?" He grinned evilly and it sent shivers up Abby's spine. "I got here and someone had told him all about me. I wonder who that could be." His grin disappeared and he glared at her. "But something very interesting happened. He told me he could deliver Peter Petrelli... and you... to me. He told me all about your relationship with him, how you were going to stay with Peter, and that you'd inevitably come back to him when you... what were your words Sam? Stuffed things up?" Abby turned and looked at Sam sharply. Sam was refusing to look in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Abigail." She turned away from him, feeling disgusted. Sylar was smiling again.

"He told me that all I had to do was wait. That when you showed up he'd contact me and I'd be able to get to you, and you'd lead me right to Peter." Abby gasped in shock. She again turned back to Sam.

"I did it for your own good, Abigail. I did it to save many lives. How could you save one life over many? How could you save Peter's life over mine, or your own?" He gave her a pleading look but Abby only shook her head angrily. She slammed her hands down on table.

"You don't get it, Sam. You don't get it!" Sam gave her a confused look. Sylar sneered at her outburst and reached forward to grab her arm. Abby couldn't help but cower in fear.

"Where's Peter, Abby? Take me to him and no one else ever has to get hurt again." He leant closer to her, breathing in her scent and whispering in her ear. Abby shuddered in disgust and fear.

"No. I'm not going to take you to him. I'll never let you kill him." Sylar sneered again and gripped her arm tighter, pulling her towards him. Sam flinched and reached out to her but didn't touch her, not knowing how Sylar would react to that.

"Just tell him where he is. Take him to him." Abby shook her head. Sylar gripped her even tighter and Sam flinched. "Why not? After he threw you out and accused you of accepting money to leave him?" Abby shook her head.

"You don't understand, Sam." Both men groaned in anger.

"What don't I understand? Why won't you save yourself and tell him?" Abby sighed and snapped.

"Because I love the jerk!" Even she was surprised by this outburst. Suddenly Sylar whipped around to face Sam. A slit of blood seeped across his head, his eyes going blank, as Sylar cut his head off. Abby screamed and watched as Sam fell out of his seat, the top of his head falling off, blood seeping onto the floor. He was dead and Sylar bent towards the body, taking his brain out. Abby watched in horror as he ate her friend's brain. When he was done he turned back to her angrily.

"I didn't want to do that." She stood up out of her chair and backed into the wall. Sylar followed after her, coming to stand in front of her. "I really didn't want to do that. I know how you felt about him and I wanted to spare him. I was going to wait until I had Peter's powers and simply take his powers that way but you made me do that. You made me kill him." Abby felt herself trembling in fear.

"You killed him." Sylar shrugged, leaning into her.

"I did no worse to you than you did to me by saving Petrelli and then... falling in love with him." Abby felt herself shuddering in fear as he leant into her again, sniffing her hair. A smile came over his face. "But I'll forgive you if you just take me to him. It's as simple as that. We can forget all about him and we can be together." Abby shook her head.

"I will never take you to him. You might as well kill me like you just killed Sam." She was making sure not to look at the body of the man she considered her father. He may have just betrayed her but she couldn't ignore all the good he'd done for her over the years. Sylar sneered at her again.

"I need his power. I need you by my side. You will give me the one thing that will make sure my legacy never dies." She stared at him stunned. She wasn't entirely sure, thinking she may be in shock after seeing Sam killed right before her eyes, but she had a feeling he'd just suggested that she have his child.

"That's never going to happen, Sylar. I won't let it happen." Sylar and Abby's heads whipped around at the unexpected voice. Peter was standing in the doorway, a complete look of anger on his face. Before either of them had a chance to react to seeing him he dove towards Sylar, tackling him to the ground and away from Abby. The two men wrestled on the ground for a moment and although there was now a chance to escape, Abby found she couldn't move.

"Peter..." Peter looked up at Abby upon hearing her voice.

"Run, Abby, get out of here." Abby stared down at him, watching Sylar start to get the upper hand and couldn't decide whether to follow his instructions or to stay. There was only a short time where she could actually get away and she felt that time slowly ticking away. Her feet shuffled as she made her decision.

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Additional Author's Note: I'd like to thank the people who reviewed the last chapter a lot because I really didn't think it was good but so many of you said it was. Thanks again. I hope you enjoyed this part.