I blinked some, opening my eyes. The first thing I noticed was Sylar with his head in his hand that was propped up, looking intently at my stomach. I raised an eyebrow, smiling some as I saw the fire in his eyes that told me he was figuring out how something works. I then noticed my wife beater was pulled up some, showing my stomach, his large, calloused hand on it, almost covering it.
I reached up and put my hand up on his cheek, making him look at me. "What are you doing?" I asked, running my finger down his cheek and jaw. He closed his eyes and inhaled, looking at me with a small smile. "I've finally have this bond thing worked out." He said, rubbing this thumb against my stomach. "Bond?" I asked, confused. He nodded, his eyes getting the fire again. "The moment you accepted me as a mate, we created a bond. Since you are the transformer that created the bond, you get the Empathy. I always know where you are, what your feeling." He smiled some. "But I can feel when your reading me, a slight tingle. I didn't sleep last night, but I did figure out how to access the empathy ." I blinked some and he just smiled.
"And even control it. Watch. Or rather, feel." He looked back to my stomach and focused. Next thing I know, I feel absolutely at ease. Affection and love ran through me as I just closed my eyes, enjoying the absolute high. "Gabriel." I tried to hiss, but it came out more as a moan. "This is probably the best power I have." He said, I could hear the grin in his voice. "Your mean." I whispered, making him laugh. I opened my eyes to see him lean down to my ear, his hot breath ebbing at my neck. "You love every second of it." with that, he bit my neck, making me close my eyes and shutter.
I reached down and grabbed his hand, entwining our fingers. He removed his self from my neck and looked down at me as I breathed out, the feeling diminishing. "Why didn't you sleep?" I asked whilst I played with our joined hands. He sighed some and nodded his head to the TV, it clicking on.
I sat up, only to have him maneuver around as so I was in his arms, leaning against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly with his head on top of mine. I watched, glared, as I saw my 'father' on the news.
"We have compiled a list of those who are the most dangerous, and that need to be set into custody right away. One of which escaped from our hold with the help of other Specials."
A picture of Sylar, Peter, Claire, Angelia, and I came up. Me and Sylar's pictures were outlined in bright red, flashing some. Sylar held me tighter, sighing some. I watched as my father held his hand out and all the pictures left, except for mine.
"She is the one who escaped, and is the most dangerous of them all. She is able to transform into any animal, so be wary on the streets. She is known to kill by spider or snake bites. She is also able to transform her muscles and can be stronger then grown men. Looks deceive. These are new and dangerous times my people. Try and not to be alone. If you see any of the following people, stay away and call the hotline number."
He disappeared and everyone's pictures came up, a phone number at the bottom of the screen. I leaned back against his chest, breathless. "I don't get it. Why is he after me? Everyone knows if there is someone to be afraid of, it's you… no offense." I said. He nuzzled his head into my neck telling me he could care less. "I believe he is pissed that we got you outta his little play pen." He whispered against my neck. I closed my eyes, trying to focus, but who really could with a man like him distracting me? "But then he would have promoted you and Peter, not me." I said, inhaling and putting my head against his shoulder as he began to kiss my neck softly.
"Maybe he adopted you for a reason, a purpose. Maybe he now wants what he worked for." I opened my eyes at that, thinking. I lifted my head as he stopped nagging at my neck and looked at me oddly. "That… Makes sense." His hold around my waist became tense. "What is the odds of him adopting me and having a power? Or the fact that he pretended to be murdered by you? Why would he do that?" I bit my lip, now thinking.
"What if there is some big plan going on- well I mean bigger then them trying to rule the world and the normal shit. What if they need me and/or the dragon for some sort f wicked scheme? Maybe that's why they didn't kill me! What if-" Sylar put his hand under my chin and turned my head to the side, him leaning over my shoulder and he kissed me.
It was slow as our mouths moved against one another. He broke it though, looking at me with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk. "You need to learn to cool it. It doesn't matter what they are planning, because they aren't going to be able to touch you so long as I live." He said, his face looking ever so confident. I ran my hand down his face. Then lightly slapped his cheek. "Don't be a airhead. You know as well as I do that we have the worst luck in the world." With that I kissed him, knowing something bad was going to happen soon.