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CHAPTER THREE:

Claire woke up the next morning and checked her cell phone for any missed calls. She had some voicemail so she called her inbox to get a message from Nikki.

" Hey, Claire!!" she heard," Mohinder, Hiro, and Ando are coming tomorrow. I heard about the blind date from Michelle who called. Tell her to stop calling please! So, we're planning a party. We need you at the party which is in my apartment and well we got it covered so enjoy you're date, kiddo. We'll see you tomorrow."

Claire smiled and tossed aside the pink sidekick to her dresser table. She and Michelle had chosen an outfit and unfortunately Claire had fell asleep during her friend choosing the outfit so now she was stuck with the prettiest blouse and the cutest skirt but it was not even from her closet. Michelle had bought it as she was asleep. She really was getting annoyed but she knew her friend just wanted the best for her. She tried on the clothes to find that it was a perfect fit. She wondered how the girl had done that. She was so good at that. The clothes looked absolutely gorgeous on her. She needed to thank her friend. But she didn't want to go on a date. Maybe this was a good time to talk to Claude.

She went to the roof of Simone's building where she knocked on the door. She thought she saw Claude go invisible but he still stood there.

" Hey, darling girl. What's wrong?"

" Nothing, I've just got a stupid blind date that my friend hooked me up with."

Claude laughed," You don't want to go do you?"

" No! Not at all. Ever since I had a conversation with her I got letter from my grandmother. He isn't my uncle. His adoption was faked so he just carries the name not any blood."

" So, if you like him your feelings would be allowed?"

" Well, yeah."

Claude smiled as if he was trying to get her to realize something," Now, do you have feelings for Petrelli?"

She paused," I may-"

" Oh come on, Claire it was a one shot answer with a one shot question. Do you or do you not have feelings for him?"

" I do." she admitted," If you tell anyone I will try to kill you."

" Try?"

" I won't be able to." she laughed.

He laughed hard but she swore she heard extra laughter. They were on top of a building the loud laughter would echo or so she thought.

" So, about the blind date?"

" Yeah, I'm going to be meeting this guy tonight. Have a drink before I meet him so I can blow him off."

" Why would you drink?"

" Dunno, if I'm in a bar and not drinking the guy's gonna have ideas and meeting a blind date would only make it worse. I just need something to make me feel better."

Claude smiled," Well, it is 3 o'clock. You woke up pretty late."

" I stayed up pretty late and my date is at seven. It'll be night by then."

" You know I can be there to help."

" No. I just want to tell the guy it was a mistake and then leave and catch up on sleep." she yawned.

Claude smiled as Claire left.

" Oh, and I heard about your friends returning. Tell them I said," Hello." " Claude called after her referring to the heroes' return.

" Will do!" Claire yelled running down the stairs to get to her apartment.

" Ah, nice kid." he smiled and went back to attending to the birds.

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Claire got on her outfit and did her hair by six thirty and left to meet her blind date at the West Wing or whatever Michelle called it and got there by seven. She ordered a beer as soon as she got there to present her ID and got a drink. For once she drank. She felt sorry for the man she was about to blow off so she ordered a shot of vodka. She gulped it down fast making her dizzy.

The bartender laughed," Got a date you don't like?"

" No, worse. A blind date. I need to blow him off and I think the vodka will help me feel better."

The man laughed and walked away. He had met some pretty weird reasons for gulping a drink down that fast and a blind date was never one of them. Suddenly, Claire's vision was a little blurry thanks to the drink.

" Claire Bennet?" someone asked.

She turned to see a man way older than her. About eleven years older at least.

" You look beaituful." he commented.

She smiled and looked at him again," Thank you." she replied a little slurred," You're looking-"

She squinted to see dark hair, some facial hair, dark brown eyes, and a little malevolent smile but she guessed she was drunk.

" You look," she started again and held her hand up to straighten her vision," Wait- stand still."

He give a slight grin finding her condition amusing," Hey, look. I overheard your conversation with the bartender."

" Did you?"she asked.

" Yeah, I think the whole bar did." he smiled.

She gave a drunken smile.

" I just wanted to tell you I didn't want to go on the date to. Just wanted to see you."

" Aw, that's cute." she said giving him a light slap on the cheek.

" How 'bout I drive you home?" he asked.

" Oh no!" she said wagging her finger.

Gabriel noticed she was really drunk.

" I live down the block at-" he put his hand to her mouth.

She was yelling and was about to scream her adress. So she giggled and hiccuped. She then leaned in and whispered.

" I live-"

" Just direct me." he said helping her hand.

She walked out with him and he helped her out.

" I don't care how close your place is. I'm driving you." he said putting her in the passenger seat as she relayed her address.

" Huh, you got an alley right next to your building. I used to live on that block." he said to her but she was asleep.

He smiled malevolently," Perfect." he muttered.

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Claire groaned as she woke up. Her head throbbed with pain. She looked around and then down at her watch which glowed a little. It read eight o'clock. She was out for only an hour and she remembered the man that she had met. Gabriel looked familiar and handsome not as good as him but close. She seemed to recognize him but her memory and vision were blurry.

" Hey, you okay?" he asked leaning down.

She looked up and nearly screamed.

" Oh my God! "she yelled about to run but her body wouldn't respond she was still trying to adjust to being her sober.

He laughed," I was sort of glad you were drunk."

" Why am I even alive?" she spat," Thought I'd be dead by now. You kill them fast."

" Who?"

" Your victims."

He hauled her to his feet and made her face the end of the hallway the same direction he faced.

" I'm waiting." he whispered.

" For who? Just kill me now. I don't care who you're waiting for."

" Oh, I think you'd care. I've been wondering why you haven't been talking."

" Who?"

" Peter Petrelli. Who else?" he asked.

She winced as he said his name. Images, memories, smiles. They all crept to her mind as she hadn't heard his name in six months.

" He's dead. Or you didn't notice. Nathan flew him up where they exploded." she hissed.

" Oh." he said realizing something," That's why?"

" He's dead."

The man laughed," So you think so?"

His hand gripped her neck and she choked and gasped. She screamed a little.

" C'mon! Scream." he said tightening his grip and then loosening and Claire let out a scream.

" There we go." he smiled and left his grip at a mediocre level.

There was something that filled the air. The wind was moving fast. Claire saw a black figure fly down and land in the dark area of the alley.

" SYLAR!!! " the man yelled," Let her go!!!"

" Hello, Pete. Wanna tell me why you're girlfriend thinks you're dead?"

Claire gasped. The voice was a bit more demanding and dark but it was still the same. Then she said it. She prevented others and herself from even saying his name around her.

" Peter." she whispered.

He stepped into the light. He looked stronger. His hair was a little bit cut but the bangs remained he brushed it aside.His skin was barely tan and his hair was still dark. His voice changed barely and he now had a more muscular form.

" Claire." he whispered back with a faint smile.

Sylar rolled his eyes and gave a short exhale noticed by the two of them," Oh, this is just great. I knew you cared about the girl-"

" Stop it." Peter threatened, but he knew he didn't need to say anything.

Sylar threw Claire against the wall and pinned her there with his telekenesis.

" I see you've been training and getting stronger, Peter." he said and taunted him as he pressed his telekenetic power stronger against Claire he cried out.

" SYLAR!!! " Peter yelled again in warning his hands glowing with a red fire.

" You've discovered the color of your powers." Sylar smiled summoning a blue fire.

" See you have,too."

" You know what I'm gonna do?" he taunted again," I'm gonna hurt you and then when you're helpless I'll kill your precious Claire right infront you. Whattya say about that, Pete?"

Peter threw a scalding fire," I say you touch her and I will destroy you. Not kill you, destroy you."

" You're only gonna be capable of that with that lovable band of misfits you call The Second Generation. Without them or Claire, you're a weak-"

Peter smiled and Sylar stopped dead.

" I don't need The Second Generation not now at least." he said throwing a blinding white fire at him.

It was a combination all the powers he contained. He had trained somewhere nobody knew. An abandoned place perhaps. Those were Claire's thoughts. Sylar fired his powers back sending Peter flying back but he flipped to land on his feet. Sylar raised an eyebrow.

" Impressive." he muttered.

" Wait 'till you see this." Peter said launching an energy blast that didn't miss. Sylar flew into the building and crashed onto a parked taxi cab.

The alarm went off but with a twist of Peter's hand the alarm faded. Claire fell to the ground but she didn't hit it. She stopped midway and Peter's arms were under her to catch her as she fell. As she got to her feet she wrapped her arms around him.

" Peter." she muttered.

" Yeah, I'm here, Claire." he whispered and kissed her hair.

He noticed that Sylar was still knocked out. Claire did,too As he looked at Sylar, she tilted his face towards her and kissed him. He kissed her back but then all of a sudden he broke the kiss hearing laughter.

" Claire! No!" he shouted and pushed her out of the way.

A shard of glass embeded itself in Peter's chest as he fell into her arms. He winced as he tried to grasp the shard but his blood made it difficult to pull out. He gasped through breaths.

" Pete-" Claire started as she flew back to the wall.

" NO!!!! " Peter screamed as Sylar stood up and held his finger tracing a line fast on Claire's forehead. Crimson liquid flowed down onto her face.

Her breath slowed and her eyes fluttered. Peter screamed as he finally took the shard out and sent a blast again at Sylar. The man stopped to block the weak blow but he saw that Peter had rescued Claire from his grasp. She was unconscious but she healed. Sylar laughed.

" You know, you care too much for her, Pete!" he yelled as Peter started to back up to the dark of the alley.

" I'll get her. Eventually! You can't protect her forever. You can't protect everyone!"

Peter enraged threw the strongest energy blast at him. Sylar's face was that of shock as the blast hit him fully. He flew back and crash to the cement. He now had some several bones to worry about and he couldn't heal.

" That'll give you something to worry about Sylar. I'm growing stronger by the minute."

" So am I."

" Yeah, but the next time we meet, I'll kill you."

" No, Pete. The time we meet, Claire'll be dead."

Peter tried to hurl a blast at him to kill him but Claire woke and they were in the air.

" Peter?" she asked with a slight whisper.

" I'm here." he replied glaring at the wounded Sylar and then Peter flew off.

Sylar watched them. Peter cared to much for Claire and Claire doesn't want Peter to ever leave. She was willing to die to see him earlier. He smiled. He'll get to her and weaken Peter. Killing two birds with one stone. It was possible when it came to them. Peter's power and Claire's will be his.

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