Chapter 19: Intruder
Claire deduced she must have blacked out for a while as she had no recollection of how she ended up on a completely clean and not blood stained bed and in her lover's arms like before as if nothing would have happened, as if she didn't give him one of those penalisation rounds she very much intended to replicate over and over again till she was satisfied with the results and as if the killer did not take charge when she least expected it. Without moving yet, she contemplated for a brief second if she had dreamed it all, but it was best not to forget who she was dealing with here. No matter how long he had disguised himself in sheep's clothing, Sylar was a wolf.
She pushed herself off him and stood back, conceiling her dread as much as she could, "what have you done to me?" She questioned, her hand forming a fist. Tears were starting to form in her eyes, but it was not for the fear of her own safety. She would have given so much to know he was not evil, that he had not done something unspeakable to her while she was blacked out. Sylar did not have the ability to erase minds, so why did she feel like her memory was tampered with then? She placed a hand on her forehead mechanically, checking. "If you're playing some sinister game, you'd better just kill me now and save us both all the heartache and misery."
"Kill? That would be needlessly wasteful when you're so lovely, don't you think? Calm down, please."
"Why do I feel like some sort of puppet here? The last thing I remember is you turning on me."
Sylar smiled at her with an expression that looked genuine, "nothing you wouldn't want. It's a direct result of what you have done."
"I might have went a bit over the top with the slashing, I admit, but I certainly did not violate your memories of the event."
"It's not what I mean. It's the feelings I have for you. Every bit of me craves you. It's like hunger turning into something that only you can satisfy. Your touch, so pure and beautiful, even when you think you're punishing. I feel like I have to reciprocate all you've given me with what I can. And for the first time, I truly feel special to have been able to have given you a gift," he told her and stalked closer.
The tone of his voice got her attention. It was not what she was expecting and she let him lean over and kiss her, gently and unthreateningly that still left her breathless and more dazed than before when he stepped back.
"I acknowledge that it was much harder than I thought, but I have done it," he declared, his voice unpretentious, but full of jubilation.
"What have you done?" Claire repeated the question, more confused than earlier.
"Would you like to turn up the fire from here? Concentrate on the switch. Raise you hand to click it."
"What?" She looked at him, puzzled.
"Just do it, Claire."
The blond pursed her lips and flicked her hand dismissively. She hated it when people took a while to get to the point. She looked at him, then back again at the fire after having seen something happen from the corner of her eyes. The heater was emanating more warmth, the dial at the maximum number four.
"Try moving something else. Don't tell me what it is," Sylar encouraged.
"I got the brush!" Claire exclaimed, staring at the object in her hand that she called through the space with her finger from the table. Stunned beyond belief, she opened some drawers and flew a pair of knickers over for herself. "My god, what does this mean?" She wondered with a devilish grin on her lips while switching appliances on and off, opening and shutting wardrobes and making things fly off their places.
"I know how things work. Abilities, and their appropriate location and set up in the cortex. There's no reason why I would not be able to install any into another human brain. Of course, not many would survive such a procedure, so this was my first try."
"You opened by skull again?" Claire narrowed her eyes at him.
"I did not take away your memories, I simply allowed you to slip into unconsciousness cause I didn't think you'd appreciate the experience."
"The same reason you cleaned up the blood?" Claire continued her endeavor with her new power, lifting heavier and heavier things. She seemed rather engulfed by the experience, so he risked to continue.
"It's what you wanted isn't it? I could give you every power I possess if you so wish. Except the electricity. Too private that one, sorry." Sylar sat back down on the bed and watched as the apples bounced like balls and a glass of whiskey landed in his hand. He laughed. It seemed it'll be a while till the girl was finished with playing around and was ready to talk. Something told him though she was not going to be angry much.
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