Chapter 4

Hey guys. I am sorry I did not finish the story. This half of the year was kinda hard on me. But after seeing the last 4 episodes of Heroes my inspiration and love flourished. I mean. Have you seen them?! Lots of Sylarie goodness and Sylar wanting to change. That was ultra sweet. And the season was amazing with the focus on right characters *nods appreciatively*. I am so sad that the last episode airs monday. I am really gonna miss them all. But enough chitchat. Let' s bring it on.

And Heroes still does not belong to me. *searches for Sylar in her closet. Nope.*

Flashbacks and ghosts.

Sylar's POV

Why... Why was she behaving like that? And what the hell was wrong with him. Here she was. Claire Bennet - the constant in

his life, his invincible cheerleader. Ready, flushed and perfectly willing. And here he is. The great Sylar, feeling like a

teenager again. Bashful unsure geeky Gabriel Gray- the watchmaker with no future. In vests, weird shirts and damned glasses.

His mother's angel. I guy, who never had a shot with the likes of Claire Bennet.

Stop. Stop. Control yourself. But how was that even possible with her body so tightly pressed to his. Her mouth latched to

his neck in a sensual kiss. Her Tiny hands quickly unbuttoning his shirt. Sylar gently pushed her on the couch. Somehow this situation was strangely familiar.

He remembered it clearly. Twice, he had her like this.

First it was the table in her house in Costa Verde. On her dining table. Tears on her face and fear in her eyes. That day he took her ability. Practically robbed her. Carved her head. It was bloody. Messy. His heart was pounding mercilessly. Because of the knife in his shoulder. But mostly because of the thrill, desire and excitement of the chase.. 3 years .. and he finally got Claire. Got his prize.

Are you going to eat it?

Sylar quickly discarded that memory.. it seemed so unnatural now.. almost dirty.

The second time was a less intense experience.
He came to her while she was in college. After her face appeared on his hand in ink. His heart's greatest desire. After being

stuck in Nathan's consciousness and Parkman's head, he realised what he truly needed. Love. Friendship. Acceptance. It was

then he knew his greatest fear. Fear of spending the rest of his life alone. Eternity was a bottomless black pit then and

Claire seemed to be the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. He confronted her, told her all his shameful ideas, drew

all their similarities, but she was still looking at him with resentment. Venom and hatred dripping from her every word.

You are a psychopath.

He did not choose her.. it was destiny. How could she be so blind. So stubborn. never being a patient man, Sylar needed

answers. He kissed her. Again against her will. He wanted to tell himself that it was just for fun, to tease her.. he just

needed a touch... It was a good lie. And again. Face contorted with fury, disgust and fear.

He looked at Claire in his arms. And saw a hint of a doubt in her eyes. No he can't do that. He can't lie to her or to

himself. He can't lie, that the feeling Claire woke in him so long ago was love. And he could not force a woman he loves. If

it ever happens- it would be willing. On both sides.

- Stop.

Clair's POV.

Another night of thrill. Of faceless strangers. Of heated aroused bodies. Of blood pounding in rhythm with music. Tall dark

man. Shawn. They are flirting. His room, dark rich smell of cologne and something distantly familiar, from the past.. or

from James.

James. That's right. She felt guilty lying to him. But they were just friends. Sure, she liked him, but he was not showing it, even

if he was interested. Only she caught his stare when he thought she was not looking. Long waiting patient longing look. But

perhaps she was just paranoid. James's disappointed face flashed before her eyes. Than... surprisingly...Sylar's sarcasting

trademark smirk. Wow. That was new. What would he say if he knew of her demeanour. But why did she even care. This thought of Sylar, of James ruined it. She could not do it. Not to him. This has to

-Stop!

Sylar's POV.

-Stop!

Did she say it too?

-I can't do it. Sorry, I must go.

She was blabbing now. Out of breath from their activities and beet red from shame and heat.

Claire pushed Sylar with one

hand, grabbed a purse and ran out of the room, leaving him confused and very much aroused.

That's pretty much it. Sorry again for the delay. Read and review. They make my day!