A/N: Five yeas later everything looks good, but only on the surface. They can never be the same again. Claire is living in the Petrelli Mansion. She's trying to have a normal life and she's about to graduate from the University. The dark side in Peter rises and their lives are about to be changed forever.

Note: It's AU Paire fic. It's not the typical Paire fic you're going to read. The dark notes here are highlighted. I've never written such Paire fiction before. It's dangerous and it's a challenge for me to write it, but I'm going to try it.

Rated: M

Couple: Peter/Claire

Warnings: Again, it's AU. I don't own Heroes, sadly. The dark themes here are highlighted.

Enjoy reading,

ArinnaVal

Chapter 11

Claire couldn't move. She just stood there and felt captivated by him. She didn't even want to move. There was something strange in the way Peter made her feel. It was a perfect mix of fear and passion…and love. If she had to be honest, the love was consuming her. His love was like an addiction to her. She couldn't run from it even if she wanted to. Therefore, she just sighed and leaned back on him. His hands rested on her shoulders, but he didn't speak. It was surprising, because Claire was expecting that from him. She wasn't surprised when she heard his next words.

"What are we doing here? I'm not complaining, just asking."

"I'm here, you just followed me." Claire liked her lips, trying to sound normal.

"You wanted me to do that." She could hear the laugh in his voice and frowned. That was the Peter she knew. "Don't even try to lie to me, Claire."

"Fine! I wanted you to come here." She scoffed.

"Why?"

"I thought you knew everything, Peter."

"I know only what I have to know." She felt his shrug.

"Obviously not."

"What are you trying to say?"

"You!" Claire turned around to look at his eyes angrily. "You have to stop!"

"No." It was a simple word that drove her mad.

"Peter this is crazy! Just stop ruin your life! Mine too!"

His hands grasped her arms and squeezed her tightly. She moaned painfully, but he didn't release her. His eyes glowed. Claire wasn't sure if he was even thinking right now. He probably wasn't at all.

"Just tell me what you wanted to tell me, Claire!" He snarled. "Let's not play games!"

"I thought you liked the games?" Claire was able to smile despite the pain he was causing her.

"You can't beat me in the game I'm playing, so just talk!"

"No!" She spat the word and she was crazy to say that, but she did it.

His answer was to push her to the closest wall. His fists clenched around her wrists and pinned them to the wall. Claire didn't even blink. His eyes were burning, but he still was in somewhat of control over his powers. His emotions were the only unstable thing. Claire liked her lips and looked at him bravely.

"Your life it's going to be so much easier if you aren't so stubborn, my love." His face was close to hers.

"We both know that'll never happen, my dear." Claire managed to grin.

"Hm?" His grip around her wrists tightened and she thought that he was going to break them. "Maybe I can teach you how to be more… at ease."

"Never. Going. To. Happen." She even winked at him and this time his eyes were full of amusement.

"Brave are we?"

"You won't hurt me."

"You think?" His head tilted to the side and squeezed her wrists even tighter and she couldn't feel her hands. "Don't be so sure, my love."

"I'm starting to think that Level 5 is the place for you!" Claire panted. "Why do I even care?"

"Level 5?" His brows went up and his grip around her wrists loosened a bit. "I have to say, my mother is full of ideas. She wants me in Level 5? Why?"

"Because of me." Claire glared at him.

"Ah… so that's why we're here now." Peter released her completely and looked at her with amusement. "You're trying to save me? Stupid girl. Why do you think I'm going to let her catch me?"

"Because they wanted to use me as a bait."

"They?"

"Noah was part of it also."

"I thought you loved your dad?"

"After he lied to me… numerous of times?" Claire frowned and massaged her left wrist. "I mean, I cannot hate him, because he's the one who raised me. He's the father figure I've known through my whole life and I just cannot hate my father. But… I don't like his actions. I don't like the way he treated me as if I'm his little girl. I just can't hate in general."

"Weird.. I thought you hated me." Peter tilted his head with a smirk.

"You're different." Claire scoffed and glared at him. "Your actions towards me are… unacceptable."

"They are?"

"Yes." Claire nodded and turned her back to him. It was a mistake that she realized in the next second. She felt his hands on her waist, sliding around it and pulling her closer. She yelped. "Peter!"

"You can pretend if you want to." His lips were close to her earlobe. "But I'm not going to do it anymore."

"It's so… wrong. Stop it!" She breathed out, but he pushed her to the wall. Her palms hit it hard and she moaned painfully. "Peter, please!"

"Please… what?" His lips were touching her shoulder already. Claire cursed herself for not wearing a blouse right now. She was only in her tank top and her shoulders were practically bare.

"Stop with… this!"

"Why?" His arms were holding her tight. His tongue darted around the pulse point on her neck. "Give me a reason."

"We're… related." Claire closed her eyes and her breathing became erratic. "And I'm… engaged…"

"Hm?" He bit the place he was teasing and she moaned. "So he touched you like this?"

"Stop it!"

"He did?" His grip around her waist was so tight she couldn't breathe. "Tell me!" Then all of a sudden she was twirled around and her back was pressed to the wall. His eyes were dangerous and narrowed against her.

"I-I…" She licked her cracked lips.

"It's not the correct answer, my love!" His arms grabbed hers and he pinned them to the wall again. "Tell me!"

"No…" She breathed out.

"No… what?" He slid one of his hands down the curves of her body and stopped on the small of her back.

"No… as… no." Claire sighed.

"No as… no?" His brows went up. His hand slid on her bottom and pulled her lower body to his one. She let out a surprising sound. Her lips parted when she looked at him.

"No as…no!"

"He didn't?" Peter trailed off the words and his eyes glowed predatory. "Oh, the poor puppy."

"Shut up!" Claire scoffed and glared at him. "He's a noble man! He's good and kind and-"

Her words were cut off his kiss. It wasn't a soft one. It was a demanding and hungry. Claire could swear that her lips were going to get swollen after that. It didn't matter her ability. The intense of that kiss was too much for her senses. It took her breath away and stopped her thinking. She was only able to whimper and lace her fingers with Peter's one when he moved his hand up. Her whole body shook.

"That's better." Peter mumbled when he ended the kiss and his lips were sill on hers.

"I want you… to go.. now."

"No." Peter smirked and his hand moved up to cup her breast through the fabric of her tank top. "Now you're going to be mine…" He leaned and kissed her again. She was only able to sigh.