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 14

Sometimes Claire was wondering why she was so captivated by Peter. What was keeping her so close to him, she couldn't say. It was the feeling of something forbidden or maybe it was something even more simple - that simple thing, people called love. She couldn't let herself to drop her guard down when she was around him though. Although she loved him, she still knew it was a mistake. It was probably the biggest one in her life. Then why she was still here, around him? Why she just couldn't drop everything and go?

"Because I'm going to find you, my love." Peter's voice echoed close to her ear and Claire shivered. He always made her feel in this way. "You can try and do it, but it's going to be like a game of cat and mouse." His hands rested on her arms and Claire leaned back on him. "I can pretend I don't know where you are and you can pretend that you want to escape from me." He kissed the crook of her neck. "Is it really worth it, my love? We'll get tired after awhile."

"Aren't you get tired of reading my mind?" She was only able to say. His touch stole every clear thought, left in her head.

"Never." He snickered and moved away from her.

Claire turned around to see him walking around the room. He picked up his jacket and fixed a bang, hung over his face. She bit her lower lip, imaging her hand where his one was now. She loved the way his bangs were covering a half of his face sometimes. It made him look like a boy. Her favorite thing was to run her fingers through his hair. She heard him snicker again and frowned. He had no shame when it comes to her. Claire hissed and turned around.

"You're impossible!" She muttered, zipping her dress up and fixing her hair.

"Maybe, but you can't say that you don't love me." Claire looked at him in the mirror and saw him fixing his watch. "Right?" He didn't even look at her.

"I love Andy." Claire said stubbornly. She wasn't lying though. She really loved Andy, but it was.. in a different way.

"The next time you say this, he's going to be a dead man." Peter's voice was quiet, but Claire knew she had pushed a wrong button.

"I'm going to marry him." The devil in her knew no rest.

"Funny, I thought you care about the guy?" Peter walked to her and grabbed her arm.

"I do, just told you that I love him." Claire winced when he squeezed her arm tighter and twirled her around so she can face him.

"I know where he lives." His jaw was clenched and his eyes burned her face. "I know where his family and friend live. Do you really want to risk it?"

"You won't hurt him." Claire moaned painfully. His grasp was so strong and she thought that he's going to break her arm.

"I only need to move my hand like this..." He turned her around and pointed the vase at the other side of the room. The object started floating in the air higher and higher above the floor. "Then I only have to do this." His hand dropped down and the vase fell onto the floor, smashing into little pieces.

"Stop it!"

"Imaging this happening with a human." Peter lowered his voice and now it was close to a snarl. "Now imagine this happening with your precious Andy, hanging from the rooftop of the biggest building in the city."

"I hate you!" Claire snapped.

"You wish you hate me, because it'll make your life easier." Peter turned her around so she could face him again. His face was dark and his eyes were like daggers, cutting through her soul. "But you love me and that's driving you crazy! You can't stop it! You can't fight against it, because you're gonna lose!" He grabbed her other arm and slammed her against the wall. Claire winced. She was sure if she didn't have the regen, she would have lots of bruises by now.

"You can't just kill a guy because I love him, Peter!" She breathed heavily and her whole body was shaking from emotions. He was right, damn it! He was right and she knew it, but she wasn't ready to admit that. Not before him.

"You're going to be surprised of what I can do to have you, Claire!" His eyes darkened.

"That's scary and reminds me of someone I really want to forget that ever existed!"

"Sylar?" He laughed, but the laughter didn't reach to his eyes. "You think I'm like him? The monster didn't really know what he wanted from his life. He was back and forth between his will to be good and the realization he'd never be!" Peter leaned closer to her. "See Claire, he wasn't born to be good. It wasn't in his blood. The thirst to kill people was though. The sick need of feel wanted was actually his way to sneak into people's lives and do what he does best - take their ability and kill them. You really think I'm like him?"

"He wanted to have me!" Claire snapped. "Call me crazy, but it's the same for you."

"He wanted to use you!" He slammed her against the wall with a growl. "He wanted to have you! He wanted to kill you and be the only one who knew what it's like to live forever!" He was pissed now and Claire could see it in his eyes. "He only wanted you, because he knew something that no else does - you simply can't die!"

"That's not true!" Claire's eyes got wide. "You're lying! I have a place where..."

"You're so stupid sometimes!" His laughter was dark. "How can you die when you can return from everything? It doesn't matter where they hurt you." Peter frowned again. "You can always come back! I can't! He as hell couldn't and I'm so glad I've gotten to kill that animal!"

"It's not true! It's not!"

"That need to have you was only the realization that he couldn't be alone!" Peter snarled. "With me out of your way of course! I was the last barrier before your bright future! Too bad I was stronger than he had ever imagined! Now there's only ash left from him!"

"I hate you! Hate you!" Claire shouted and tried to move, but he didn't let her. His hands were like chains around her arms.

"No! You love me! You always did and always will!" Peter growled and his lips were only inches apart from hers. "And you know I have nothing in common with the animal I've killed! You know why? Because I love you. I don't want you! If I wanted you, I would've used you for one night stand and it was going to be over." Claire's breathing quickened when his lips almost touched hers. "It's not enough for me to have your body, you know? I want your soul and your heart! I want all of you! Because Claire, I simply can't imagine my life without you in it!"

"No..." She mumbled.

"Yes!" He kissed her roughly and stole her breath away. When he pulled back she saw the need in his eyes. "I can't imagine a life with you belonged to someone else! That's not an option, my love! Not for me and you can be sure that I won't let that happen! Get it?"

She didn't answer and he didn't need an answer. Claire winced when he let her go and the door slammed behind his back. She slid down on the wall, wrapping her arms around her folded legs. Her whole body was shaking.

Time passed, but she just sat there. She waited for Peter to come back, but he didn't. Strange feeling lay on her chest and she finally got off the floor. She took her phone and dialed his number, but she only heard his voice mail. Claire frowned. That was strange. His phone was always on. Claire's eyes narrowed and she sat on the bed. Her senses were telling her that something had happened. Her heart was telling her that something wasn't right with him. She dialed his number again, but again nothing. Just when she was about to give up, her phone rang. She picked it up without looking the number, simply assuming it was him.

"Peter! Where are you, my love? I got worried that you left like this. I'm sorry, okay?"

"It's not Peter, my dear." Angela's voice froze her blood for a moment. "I think it's time for you to come home."

"No."

"Claire, you have to." Angela's voice was absent of emotions. Claire always wondered how she can do it. Sometimes, she was even wondering if Angela is a normal human. "There is no need of you being there anymore."

"What are you talking about?"

"Peter just left for Ireland."

"What? That's impossible!" Claire almost whispered. "He was here just few hours ago. He would've told me he was leaving!"

"He came back home and he was really upset. They called him from his work. There is an important conference going on in Ireland. He had to go."

"No!" Claire shook her head.

"I can show you his ticket even, but I'm sure you know that he wouldn't use a plane to go there."

"I just can't-"

"Come home, Claire." Angela's voice lowered. "I promise that everything will be okay."

Few hours later Claire was on a plane to New York, back to her life where she supposed to be.