I blinked, waking up. The sun was in my face, warm and refreshing. I sat up rubbed my head. I then smiled, remembering I didn't have any nightmares last night. I then frowned, noticing the reason for that wasn't in the room. I shrugged, though I knew I was a bit disappointed, thinking he went out for food or something.

I got out of the bed and went over to my bag, pulling out a black, form fitting, shirt with black jeans. I pulled those on and went into the bathroom. I washed my face and dried it off. As I walked out, I stopping. "What the hell?" I muttered, looking around and walking to the bed. I picked up the box and looked around again.

"It's not a bomb if that's what your thinking." I looked up to see Atticus laying on the other bed, hands behind his head. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, dropping the box on the bed and holding my hand out, my hand covered in black fire. He laughed, sitting up and throwing his legs over and putting his hands on his knees. "I see you've been holding out on me. You know more then what I expected." I glared, putting my other hand up and let it be engulf in black fire as well. "glade to know I please you. Now get the fuck out before I boiling from the inside out." I let the flames burst and go back to the normal burn.

"Yeah, yeah. Your scary, I get it." he stood and walked over, grabbing the box. "I just came over to see if your okay, which you are, and to give you this." He held the box out to me. I just stared at him, my hands still on fire. He rolled his eyes and set the box down again, opening it. "Whoa!" I yelled, jumping back holding my hands out.

"Stop being so dramatic." He said, holding up a book. I set my hands down, letting the fire go out. "What is it?" I asked. "It's a book by the first transformer. Found it in the library and thought you might want it." I looked from the book to him. "Looks new. Either that's a new copy or transformers haven't been around all that long. " He smiled. "There is so little you know about your ability." he walked around the bed and I held my hands up again. "I could teach you so much. I could help you control your hunger." I glared at him. "But, for now, this book will help. And when you see that you need me, I'll be waiting." he winked and stepped back, disappearing in the shadows.

I put my hands down, sighing some. "Always something new." shaking my head. I bent down and picked up the book, going over to my bed. I opened it and looked through the index. It was a rather large book, but it wasn't in chapters or anything. It was organized by animals. Once I saw this I flipped a couple of pages to the D's and found dragon. As I turned to the page, the door open, 'causing me to jump and drop the book as I turned around.

Sylar looked at me oddly as he shut the door, a bag in his hand. "Sorry, didn't meant to startle you. Thought you still be asleep." He said, walking in and setting the bag on the table. I smelled the meat, making me remember I hadn't eaten in over a week. "It's okay. I'm still a bit jumpy after the past week I guess." he shot his head to look at me, his brow furrowed and head tilted.

I cursed to myself, remembering he took that lie detector power. He walked up to me, at his full height. With his piercing dark eyes and strong body right in front of me, I looked away. "Atticus was here." I felt him tense, making me look back up to him. "I got rid of him without any problem, but he left me this book about transforming and such." I picked up the book and held it up to him. He looked at it, then back to me. "Why did you lie?" He asked.

"I dunno. I guess I jus' didn't want you to be angry. Not after all that you did for me last night." He grabbed the book and set it on the bed, then put his hands on my hips, pulling my body to his. "I didn't do anything," He murmured, looking down at me with eyes that held so much. "That I wouldn't do for you ever day of your life." What he said and they way he said it made shivers run down my spine.

He reached up and put a strand of hair behind my ear, putting his hand at the back of my neck. We stared at each other for a moment, heat rising between us. Next thing I know, we are both leaning to one another, his head turning to the side. I closed my eyes as our lips met, immediately kissing back. The hand at my neck ran down my spine, both of his arms now wrapped around my waist and pulling me tight to him. As our mouths moved against one another, I let my hands trail up his stomach and chest, loving the feel of his muscles, even over the shirt, then wrapped my arms around his neck.

He groaned into the kiss, kissing me harder. He darted his tongue into my mouth, almost immediately playing with my tongue. With my mind totally entangled with him, I didn't notice him pushing me back. I did, however, notice when my back hit the wall, making him press his self to me. I had my eyes closed tightly, giving all I held to him thought the kiss. Images filled my mind of being captured from the past week. Being controlled by the Petrillies' and the company. My mind went back to everything bad that has happened to me, giving me fuel for the ever growing kiss. Image after image.

My mind seemed to grow darker with each thought. I felt like I was losing myself, the only thing keeping me, me was the kiss that held me to the only man to care for me. Soon enough though, I was even losing that battle. I felt the growing hunger to just kill. To be alone and be rid of all pain, to rid of all humans. I was losing myself in everything that I am, and I almost wanted it to happen.

But then something happened.

Something bright filled my mind, casting the shadows out. Sylar must have sensed what was happened, because he stopped the kiss and held me to his chest, comforting me as the light took the horrid thoughts from my head. Once the light was gone, I felt alone and scared. A lost child. The memories came back, but they stopped at the image of me killing my parents…

I moved my hands to around Sylar's back, holding him tightly as tears escaped my eyes. He ran his hand up and down my back as he rested his head on mine. I just held onto him as tightly as I could, trying to forget the pain. As if I held him hard enough, they would leave me alone. He didn't say anything as I tried to control myself, knowing full well the hunger got to me. After awhile, I shook my head, nuzzling into his chest, gaining control over the hunger and pain.

"Would you like me to leave?" He asked softly, thinking he was the one that brought about the hunger. I smiled, holding onto him tightly. I knew it was because I kept it all in, kept everything at bay.

"I don't think I can make it without you… After everything…. I need you."