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

Chapter 20

He enjoyed watching her in her sleep and how her blond curls was tickling her face. She looked so calm then and so innocent. That look of hers almost touched his previous self. Well, almost. Then his look lay on her body and the sweed curves she had. She was made for him and he could feel that by taking her over and over again that night. Now she looked tired. That was amazing, because of her ability. How she could get tired after all? Then he had to remind himself that she might have her regen, but she was still only a human. Her eyes went dark when his hand lay on her naked hip. He liked her in that way - naked before him. The sheets only covered a small part of her body.

Claire sighed in her sleep and lay on her back. Her lips parted as if she was dreaming something really good. Peter chuckled, pressing his thumb on her upper lip and following the smooth line of her lips. Her breathing became uneaven. His head tilted to the side and he leaned, claming her lips with his ones. Then he felt her hands resting on his shoulders, but she didn't try to push him away. She was probably still dreaming. In her dream, Claire would open for him fully. She wouldn't protest at all. She had told him once how much she loved him, but they could be together only in her dream. Then she had ran away and Peter just stood there, watching her with his fists clenched at the both sides of his body. He was so stupid then. Such a fool.

"What are you doing?" Her voice and the look on her face made clear that she was fully awake now. "I thought you've had enough last night." Claire pushed him away and she made it only because he let her. "I'm tired." She turned her back to him, but Peter didn't let her this time. He grabbed her arm and forced her to lay on her back. Claire glared at him. "I hate you! So much right now!"

"We're gonna be over when I say we're over!" Peter almost laugehd when she tried to fight with him, but she couldn't even move. "I can't see that happen anytime soon, though."

"Bastard!" Claire spit the word. "I can't believe I was actually worrying if you're okay!"

"Oh, you were worrying?" Peter hovered over her. "That's cute."

"I think I'll dye my hair black." Claire glared at him and his face changed all of a sudden. He grabbed her chin and squeezed her face. She moaned in pain.

"Don't you dare!" His face leaned closer to her one. "I know what you're trying to do now, but you're playing with the fire, little bitch!"

"I did that before and I survived!" Claire could barely pronounce the words. He was still holding her face. "Don't you remember?"

"Oh yes, I remember." Claire knew that he could read her thoughts and he just did that now. "I can see it through your eyes, but this time you're not safe as you were before."

"You're an animal!" Claire moved under him, trying to free herself from his grip. "I never thought..." She screamed the last word, because Peter had grabbed her hair and twisted it around his wrist. "Peter!"

"Shut up, okay! Just shut up!" He snarled. "Don't pretend that you don't like this, because you do! Your marriage to that puppy was your way to say fuck me over, but guess what? It didn't happen! You're mine and you're always gonna be mine!"

"No!"

"What you're going to do, huh?" He released her chin, but only to slid his hand under her face. His fingers wrapped around her neck. "You're gonna call the puppy and tell him to come here and save you? Go ahead, do it!" His eyes went dark again. "I'm going to kill him, Claire! In the moment he walk through that door."

"No..." She shook her head. "You're not like this."

"I wasn't." His lips were inches away from hers. "You made me!"

"No..."

His lips spread into a smile. "Oh yes, you did. Do you remember all the longing looks you've given me? Do you remember the tears you left on the pillow night after night when you came here?" Peter felt the moment when her heart skipped a beat and grinned even more. However, that wasn't his previous genuine smile. It was something more, it hid something deeper. Claire already knew that she was losing this battle. "See? I was right." His grip around her neck tightened, but this time Claire didn't move a muscle.

"Fuck you!" She whispered instead and he almost laughed.

"You do know that I can read your mind, Claire? I was reading your mind then as well." Peter bit his lower lip. "It took all of my strength not to storm into your room and tell you that I love you too."

"I am sorry." Claire formed the words with her mouth.

"For?" He was mocking her.

"Loving you." She smiled with the words, provoking him and that worked.

His smile went away and this time, Peter grabbed her arms, pinning them at the both sides of her face. Claire was in a trap and she knew it. However, she kept smiling. She knew that Peter would not hurt her, not intentionally anyway. If she had to be honest now though, she wasn't that sure.

"Do you really regret, Claire?" His grip around her wrists tightened. "Why are you lying to me? You do know I can feel when you're lying!"

"You ruined my life!" Claire spat the last word. "I was so good before you! You shouldn't have to save me then! You shouldn't have to come in Odessa!"

"It was my duty." Peter smirked again.

"No, it wasn't! It was a desire to a spoiled rich boy to prove himself before his mommy!" Claire wanted to hurt him in this moment and by the look of his face she was sure that she just did that. "You wanted to be a hero!"

"Yeah? And that brought me to you." He released her wrist only to slap her face. It wasn't hard, just how he thought. He wouldn't hurt her. There was something left from his old self in him. "I think I'm lucky."

"You're hurting me." Claire wiggled under his weight.

"And you're enjoying it." He smirked again and she blushed. "Oh, why so shy?"

"Let me go!" Claire hissed. "Now!"

"Hm, I'm thinking quite the opposite." He muttered before he can ram into her welcoming body. Claire shuddered under him, but her moans weren't from the short pain she felt with that move. Her legs clenched around his waist and instead of trying to escape, she waned him even deeper. "See?" His lips almost touched hers. "See how easy all is?"

Claire didn't answer. She just pulled him down for another kiss, waning him like never before. When his moves went faster, she tilted her head aback. A scream of release escaped her lips when she felt his warmth deep in her body. Then she felt that he reached his peak as well. They just lay there, breathing heavily. His elbows rested at the both sides of her body and she looked at him. Before she could even think, her fingers ran through his hair lazily. She wasn't thinking at that moment.

"It's not easy." She muttered.

"What?" He frowned, but he didn't pull back.

"We're never easy." Claire whispered. "We never were. People get hurt when we try to be together."

"No, Claire." A devious grin appeared on his lips. "I'm always taking what's mine. You are mine!"

"You can't take me if I don't want to!" Her hand rested on his shoulder.

"You do want me, Claire." Peter chuckled. "You always were."

"And you seriously don't care that you're gonna hurt a lot of people?" She frowned. "You and me, that's wrong!"

Peter sighed and got off the bed. "I'm getting tired of this conversation!" He said with annoyance. "I thought we made it clear!"

"No! You made it clear!" Claire sat on the bed, her messy hair tickling her face. "You brought me here, in Las Vegas! You didn't even ask me if I want it!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Peter snarled. "I didn't get the invitation for your wedding! I was kind of busy trying to escape from Level 5! Oh and by the way my own mother put me in there! You know what, Claire? I don't give a fuck anymore! Do you hear me? My own mother was able to do such thing to her son! She put me there to save you! You!" Peter sat on the bed again, grasping the back of her neck. He looked furious. "Do you know what happened? I'm gonna tell you now! She put me there and Noah helped her! She told me it was for my own good. Your father thought that you might choose me after all and they thought it was a mistake! Guess what? I wasn't thinking like that. So I've waited... and waited... and waited." He said slowly the last few words. "Then I took my moment and I killed people on my way out! Do you know why? Because I knew that what you're doing was a mistake! It wasn't real!"

"Peter..." She uttered, but that didn't stop him.

"Shut up!" He yelled. "Do you have any idea what I can do for you? Do you? I tried to fight against it, really hard! Then I thought, there is no point. There is no escape, because you can't escape from what you feel, right?"

"I loved Andy." Claire said carefully. "I didn't..."

"You lied to him!" His eyes were like daggers. "Oh yes, I knew what you're thinking then. Do you remember the parties in the mansion? Or the dinners when he was invited? My mother was so pleased with your choice. Then somehow, you thought that you love him. Let me remind you what you were thinking then... "But he's not Peter!"" Peter whispered the last word looking at her. "Then you used to look at me, remember?" He waited for her reaction, but Claire remained silent. "Do you remember, Claire?" Peter yelled.

"Yes." She whispered.

"And I had to sit there and do nothing! Nothing!"

"But I still..."

"What? Loved him? Love him?" He looked furious. "You can't fool me!"

"He's gentle, kind..."

"And he's gonna find his trouble if he dares to even come near you!" Peter hissed. "That little puppy is not what you need, Claire!"

"But I..."

"What? You're gonna beg for his life?" Peter pinned her back to the bed. "Come on, beg now."

"I wasn't gonna do that!" Claire snapped.

"Then?"

"Nothing!" She hissed.

"Nothing?" Peter chuckled again. "Okay, then let me have you once more, but first... why did you even think that I'm not gonna stop your wedding?"

"I needed that wedding." Claire said quietly.

"Because you loved him." Peter clenched his jaw.

"Because I wanted my child to have a family." She whispered.