At ten thirty that night Persephone stepped out of her black Jeep and walked over to the guard tower. She was wearing a long sleeve gray shirt and darks skinny jeans with black knee high boots. She was glad she brought her trench coat. It was freezing on the beach in a New York winter. She hopped onto the tower and sat on the edge. A couple minutes later, she heard someone walking on the sand towards her. She didn't look back.

Sylar pulled himself over the railing and she heard his footsteps draw nearer and he came up right beside her. She stiffened.

"Hey," he said.

She looked straight ahead.

"Hey."

He put his elbows on the rail.

"Listen, I didn't mean for you to fall."

She swung her head sharply at him.

"Why do you feel the urge to kill?" she said.

"I …well...the Hunger…"

"For the power? The pleasure?"

"Power…both…" he said uncomfortably.

"Why? You have so many amazing abilities. Why do you need to kill to be satisfied? Why does it make you smile to see fresh blood and brain? Why?" she said this all very fast.

There was a silence. He looked away and sighed. The air grew more tense.

"Sylar, look at me. Why?" she said as she reached out and turned his face to her.

Their eyes met. Brown met blue.

"Its, the Hun"ger. Every since I took my first ability, it calls to me. Taking abilities used to make me feel complete, special, but lately, not so much. And then, when I met you…you made me feel…whole again."'

Persephone was surprised to find that she didn't know what to say.

"Persephone, I'm sorry. Do you think…that we could just…start over?"

For a split second, Persephone saw a flash of murder in his eyes and the next thing she knew, she was pinned against a wall by an invisible force. Her mouth clamped itself shut. She struggled fiercely, but it was no use. Sylar advanced towards her with a smirk on his face. But then, he saw her terrified sapphire eyes, and sighed. Just like that, Persephone was cut loose and dropped to her knees. She looked up, with her hair falling into her face. Sylar was slumped against the opposite railing, his head between his hands. Persephone got to her feet and slowly walked over to him. He looked up at her, his eyes bloodshot.

"I…I can't believe, I was about to…"

Persephone cautiously sat down beside him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's like, whenever I feel the Hunger, your face comes to my mind, and then…it doesn't feel so strong."

"Kind of like, I'm your Kryptonite?" she said smiling.

Sylar chuckled and looked into her eyes.

"Yeah, like my Kryptonite."

She gave him a small smile.

"So, how many abilities do you have?" she asked.

"I really do know. You?"

"Just one." She replied, but he could sense that she was lying and decided not to push the subject now.

She pulled her jacket tighter around her.

"It's chilly." She said.

She got up and offered her hand to him and gave him a lift up.

"Thanks." He said.

There was a silence.

"I should go." She said.

Then she gave him a grin and was about to leave when he said,

"Persephone wait,"

She turned.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Well…for agreeing to see me."

"Oh, no problem. I'm glad I did. I'll see you around kay?"

"Yeah."

She smiled and hopped over the ledge. He watched her walk up the beach, her hair billowing behind her, and she got into her car and drove off.