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 13

Claire opened her eyes to the most amazing sight in her life, Peter. He looked like a boy, sleeping right beside of her. His left arm had wrapped around her waist and he was sleeping over his stomach. She could see his face, because it was turned to her. She sighed softly and closed her eyes again. It was the most beautiful night in her life, but it was also the night that changed her forever. It wasn't supposed to happen. And if she had to be honest with herself, Claire didn't want it to happen. However, it happened. She slept with Peter and her heart found its place. She hadn't given up from her decision to marry Andy though. It was the only right thing to do.

"Do that and I'm going to kill him. Slowly." Peter's voice startled her and Claire opened her eyes just to see his stern face. "I'm going to do it in front of you and make you watch his suffering! His pain it's gonna be on your shoulders, Claire."

"You wouldn't dare." She licked her cracked lips and coughed lightly. "You know it's-it's not you, Peter. I mean, you've got what you wanted. Right?"

"Silly girl." His lips curled up in a grin, but his eyes stayed cold. "If I wanted one night stand, it wouldn't be you! I could've hired a prostitute! Seriously, with the money I'm gonna give it to her; she would let me do everything I want."

"Shut up!" It was as if a sharp dagger crossed through her chest. Claire's eyes narrowed and that was the first time she felt jealousy. Not the usual one, it was something beyond her imagination.

"A-ha." Peter's brow went up. "So I have to shut up, and you can go on and on… about your marriage to Andy?"

"It's not what you're thinking!" Claire snapped. His empathy was beyond annoying to her right now. He could read her like an open book.

"Sure not." He mocked her. "But I wasn't joking about your puppy. Do you seriously want to risk his life?"

"You wouldn't kill just like this!" Claire tried to get off the bed, but he was holding her tight.

"Try me!"

"Fuck you, Peter!"

"I did it… already." His smirk made her growl from anger. "I have to say it was very…pleasurable experience."

"Why are you so persistent to ruin my life?" Claire snapped.

"I'm trying to fix it!"

"You're making it even worse!"

"You wish!" Peter rolled over her and pinned her wrists to the bed. "You love me and that feeling's eating you up inside! You hate it, hate it so much, but you can't escape it!"

"I can!" Claire panted.

"Can you escape from your heart, my love?"

He didn't let her answer. His mouth crashed over hers. This was the moment Claire realized that there was no escape. She couldn't do that, even if she wanted to, but she was a fighter. Even if that meant that she had to fight against her heart.

When she woke up again, he was still there. His arms wrapped around her body and his hand holding hers in iron grip. His steady breathing showed that he was sleeping. Claire was tempted to turn around and look at him, but she didn't do it. Peter had really light sleep. There was something in him that always kept him alert for the world surrounding him. Claire sighed and closed her eyes for a second. The feeling of his warm body, curled up close to hers made her feel weak. The butterflies in her stomach were still there and she cursed herself. This all thing had to stop. She only meant to save him. She never meant for this to happen. Well, maybe she did. However, that was a really small part of her, insignificant even. She snorted softly. Yeah, so insignificant that made her feel like this. It made her feel good, and put the guilt she had to feel, somewhere deep down inside of her.

It was so wrong and yet looked so right at the same time.

"I'm hungry." Claire heard his sleepy whisper and turned around to face him. The devious grin in his eyes was obvious and she blushed. "Not for this! I meant real food."

"Good, you go and I'll stay here." Claire shrugged stubbornly.

"No way, my love. You're coming with me!" He got off the bed quickly and put on his clothes. "I can't eat alone!"

"Well, of course." Claire leaned on her elbow and rolled her eyes.

"You don't have to sound so excited, but thank you." He ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes narrowed. "Get up, or I'm taking you like this." His smirk was ominous. "No clothes and all."

"Fuck you!" Claire threw her pillow at him when she finally got off the bed. "I mean it!"

"Ah, your love to me is legendary." Peter grabbed the pillow and dropped it back on the bed. "Chop! Chop!" He smacked her still bare ass on his way to the mirror.

"Peter!" She squealed and throw him an angry look.

"Put your clothes on, love. I'm getting hungry in every second." His laugh made her hiss, but she finally got dressed.

"Angela won't be pleased." Claire muttered as they walked into the elevator. Peter only threw her a look and pushed the button for the first floor. "What?"

"No one asked her for her opinion." Peter simply shrugged.

"She's your mother."

"So?"

"You owe her a little respect after all!" Claire didn't know why she stood up for Angela right now. Maybe it was the part of her that liked to annoy Peter. He only rolled his eyes and said nothing to her.

Claire didn't say nothing more. She just stared at the metal door of the elevator, listening to the sound of the quiet melody in the cabin. She had to admit she felt quite nice and... alive. The last time she had felt like this was when she had brought Peter back to life. And before that, when she had met him in that prison cell. And before that, when she had met him for the first time.

His quiet laugh only showed to her that he was doing his favorite thing, listening to her thoughts. Claire glared at him, but he still held that annoying smirk on his face. She simply scowled and looked away.

When the door opened, they walked out and she left the key on the reception. Peter wrapped his arm around her waist and held her tight as they walk out the hotel. Las Vegas was quite an amazing city, Claire had to admit. It was the first time she was here. And oddly enough, she was with Peter.

"It can take your breath away, I know." He pulled her closer and his lips touched her temple as they walked down the street.

"What do you mean?" His touch made her weak in her knees.

"Las Vegas." He pauses for a second. "You know it's been called the sin city with a reason."

"It's the gambling and stuff..."

"And the striptease clubs."

"You know... what?" Claire stopped for a second, but Peter forced her to walk again. "You've visited such places?"

"It was quite interesting." He chuckled. "Do you remember Tracy?"

"Yeah, sure." Claire mumbled.

"She works here." Peter laughed. "She even has her own club and I went to visit her once or twice."

"Define - visit her?" A sparkle of jealousy showed in her eyes.

"I watched her dancing." Peter led her into a fancy restaurant, and she kept quiet while they settled them in the best table there.

"Sure!" She hid her face behind the Menu, but her eyes darkened.

"I haven't slept with her if that's what you're thinking." Peter chuckled and that pissed her off even more.

"I didn't say that!"

"But it came across your mind."

"No!"

"Right, and you're purring like a kitten now."

"Shut up and pick up your Menu! I'm hungry now!" Claire snapped.

"You're jealous, huh?" The hidden laugh in his voice made her wince.

"I'm not! I really think I should start with a soup..."

"You are, but you shouldn't have. I never touch something belonged to my brother." Peter lowered his voice. "You should've known me by now."

"Your brother is dead."

"True, but still."

"I just-"

"I think I'm having something Italian. Maybe Pasta? Or risotto?" Peter interrupted her. "And the only one you should worry about is your puppy. He's gonna get into trouble if he comes near you!"

"I-" But she couldn't say anything, because their waiter arrived.