Chapter 3

Sorry guys, I could not updaty any time sooner. The summer is amazing, time rushes like jet plane. I am going to NY this Sunday! My first time in USA. So Big Apple- here I come!

But on with the story!

PS. It's up to you to deside what will Sylar do next ;)

A dance of change

One night Sylar desides to follow his "new friend". He kept wondering for quite some time where was she going all these evenings. He did not particularly buy her "girl's night out", thanks of his lie detecting ability.

( A very troublesome one in a place like college, young people do have a tendency to not be entirely truthful, to say at least. So he got a small electroshock charge several times everyday).

He chose a different face for himself, an older one, put on a dark shirt, dark jeans, and followed her into the dark.

She caught a taxi, and it took her to a fancy club. So this is where his innocent Claire-bear was spending her nights out.

Sylar entered the doors after her and blended with the crowd. He took a cocktail at the bar. At moments like these, he hated his regenerating ability. He could not get drunk even if he wanted to. The burning sweet liquid could calm his nerves. Why was he nervous anyway? He watched her from a balcony on the second floor. And what he saw, was not something he liked. Not that he dissaprooved her. She looked stunning.

His eyes followed her, as Claire in her tight purple strapless dress, that was hugging her skin like a glove, attracted many men in the club. She was swaying with the music, her long golden curls jumping in the lights. Her movements were soft and rhythmical. She seemed relaxed and more like herself, than among the company of her so called friends. Her eyes closed, a small mischievous smile on her lips.

Many approached her. She really enjoyed the attentions of men. Claire knew of the effect, she had on them. She pressed her small body sometimes too close, she meant too tease her occasional partner. Her intentions were crystal clear. She obviously was having fun, drunk with her power.

Sylar did not find the whole situation funny at all.

Something long lost, but still familiar stirred inside of him. Anger, jealousy?

What was she doing? Why was she behaving like that? What was wrong with a naive little cheerleader he met so long ago in Odessa? This sinuous woman,(he could not call her any differently now) was different from the girl, that he as James Cliefield spent hours talking to. He wondered what possessed her to act that way? What kind of loneliness and recklessness made her jump into the hands of these strangers.

Blood boiled inside of him, as he watched his Claire pawed by some lowlife. No one supposed to touch her like this. She belonged to him. For a moment Gabriel nearly lost all his control. He was blinded. He wanted to jump down right from this balcony, rip her hand from the crowd and cause an old fashioned bang, for them ever touching her like that.

But as he regained his cool, he came up with a more sophisticated plan: He would be the man to take her tonight. This way he would gain more knowledge about her and use it in his further advances. So he took one final sip of his drink and a couple of calming breaths, straitened himself, and step down to the dance floor.
It was harder to approach her than it looked. She was cornered in a tight mass of heated bodies. After several long frustrating minutes he found her face to face to him.

His new form was very good looking. A little bit too macho for his taste, but it suited Claire just fine. Sensing a new pray, she curved her lips in a flirtatious way, looked him appreciatively from head toe and put her hands around his neck.

For a moment Sylar felt like everything suddenly stopped. The breath caught in his lungs, he could hear nothing, except the mad beating of his own heart. He felt that his plan was falling apart. That he could not pretend. he wished that it would be another place, not this dim lighted room, and another time. And most of all, he wished the gorgeous woman he held in his arms, that was pressed so tightly to his body, that he could not decide where her body ended and his started, knew who he was. that she looked at him like this realizing, that he was Gabriel Gray, not some Shawn Willford(he used this name for such occasions). He wanted her to know, how he felt even after all this time.

He wanted.. so many things.

Gabriel inside him wanted to morph into his familiar face. But he knew, that he would see shock, anger and hatred etched in her face the moment it happens. So Sylar inside himself made him continue his little game.
He smiled back at her, tilted his head slightly and brushed his lips along her jawline and whispered seductively into her ear the most cheesy line he could muster: "I could not keep my eyes of you for the whole night. You ensnared me. Can I learn your name?" She made a small laughing sound, so unlike herself and whispered:"Tracy. My name is Tracy".

Tracy, the name did not felt alien on his lips. He remembered at last. Tracy Straus, the freezer girl from the Company. She had a pretty juicy ability, pity, he was too late to collect it. Ironic. He was not the only one desperately clinging to the past.

Sylar knew, what he needed to do next. Take her to a hotel room and have his way with her. She was most certainly willing to spend the night with charming Shawn Willford. But every step they took to a door of his fancy room, he was starting too feel more and more uncertain about it.
With a soft clicking noise, the door opened, she snacked her arms around him and panted a deep kiss on his lips. Who was he to say no to her. he answered with passion, that could easily blow his cover, but it did not really matter for him at that moment. He wanted Claire Bennet for all these years, and now he had her in his arms.

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