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... Victoria stood there stupidly, not sure what to do or say to her increasingly angry friend. She felt very ashamed for getting involved with the Detective in the first place.
Amber's eyes widened and her nostrils flared in anger. Sylar immediately grabbed her arm, knowing that she was capable of burning everyone in the restaurant to a crisp at that moment.
"How could you?" Amber whispered furiously in English "Years of my faithful friendship amount to nothing to you? He must have gone straight for the jugular and threatened your criminal sister"
Victoria stood there silently, tears stinging her eyes. She didn't need to reply...her silence confirmed it all.
"Amber" Sylar said sternly in her ear "Calm down...you don't want to fry everyone in this room. It won't help our situation at all"
Growling, Amber broke away from his grasp and faced the approaching Detective with fury in her eyes. When their eyes met, the Detective stopped short, noticing the expression of anger on her face. Realizing that he was going to be the intended target of her wrath, he began to turn and run for backup.
"Sylar" she whispered "Hold him in place...I want to talk to him"
Sylar used his telekinesis to hold the Detective in place, his face also a mask of anger. He then willed the Detective to come to them.
"You're not going to get away with this, you bastard" Amber spat, her eyes blazing in fury. "Why do I deserve to be pursued and dogged when the real criminal is dead?"
"Please" the Detective scoffed, rolling his eyes "You don't fool me with those theatrics...you killed Jason Buchanan in cold blood, you slut"
"Shut up" Sylar hissed, using his power to choke the smug Detective "Don't you dare address her that way"
"Well, well" the Detective choked out "If it isn't the other murderer...Gabriel Gray...aka Sylar..."
Sylar tightened his telekinetic grip on the Detective's throat. A low growl escaped his throat.
"If you bothered to look at the security cameras at the door" Amber continued, her hands and eyes glowing an eerie orange "You would have noticed that Jason shot Gabri and was ready to shoot me. It was fucking self-defense...only God knows what Jason put me through...but you know nothing about what it's like to be abused."
Gasping and choking for air, the Detective discreetly reached for his taser and activated it. Noticing the familiar orange glow, Sylar let down his guard and loosened his grip on the Detective's throat. As soon as his grip lessened, he was hit full force with the electric charge of the Detective's hidden weapon. Shouting in pain, Sylar fell to the ground.
Rubbing his bruised throat, the Detective then retracted and aimed the weapon at Amber, who showed even more fury at his brazen attempt to neutralize her companion.
Even before he could react, he saw a small fireball emerge between her hands, growing bigger with every second. Realizing that he was about to be fried like his client's son, he backed away and began to run.
"I don't think so" Amber hissed, letting the solar flare fly towards him. His running speed was no match for the speed of her full attack. He was soon enveloped in the solar flare. Meanwhile, the music had stopped and the rest of the party guests stared on in fear and wonder.
Sylar recovered as he heard the Detective's piercing scream ring through the air as he was burned to a crisp. He quickly stood up, noticing the evil look on his girlfriend's face. As he gazed at her expression, a long dormant feeling stirred within him, coiling back into his subconscious.
When the orange glow died out, the guests stood there in silence, not knowing whether to escape or remain.
"As for the rest of you" Amber hissed, her hands relaxing "If any of you run or decide to run downstairs, you will all be victims of the same fate as this Detective...DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
The guests began to go about their business as the DJ began playing "I Like the Way You Move" by Bodyrockers. Sylar began feeling like his old, evil self again and Amber's disposal of the Detective greatly aroused him.
Sylar grabbed Amber's arm and pulled her close to him savagely. Surprised by his strength, Amber looked at him with questioning eyes.
"That was a wonderful display of power, baby" Sylar whispered, turning her around so he could whisper in her ear.
"I'm glad you enjoyed" Amber said in a different tone he hadn't heard much before as she slithered seductively against him. "He deserved to die...just like Jason"
"Mmm" Sylar replied, grinding his hardness flush into her buttocks to the beat "Music to my ears. You're a regular anti-hero like me...I fucking love that about you"
He then reached around so his huge hands could cup her firm breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them and licked and nipped the nape of her bare neck.
Amber closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations. She knew that killing the Detective had changed her...instead of feeling guilty or feeling like her usual quiet self, she began feeling deliciously evil and alive...as if killing turned on some kind of switch within her.
"Let's get out of here, Gabri" she murmured suggestively, reaching around to rub his erection with her hands "Show me how much my killing aroused you"
With a predatory grin, Sylar focused on his teleportation power and they both disappeared from the party.
As if on cue, the guests began screaming and ran to the elevators to escape the scene. Victoria remained in her "throne" and cried bitter tears at her friend's transformation...