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 18

Although she hadn't officially a member of the Petrelli family, Claire's wedding was one of the most anticipated events of the year. Angela picked her wedding dress. She also helped with the invites and chose the right people to attend on the wedding. A famous make up artist took care of Claire's face. A famous stylist took care of Claire's hair. When she looked at the mirror, she saw a different person. Honestly, she couldn't even recognize herself. She looked really beautiful. Her wedding dress was gorgeous.

"I'm glad you like it." Angela said and Claire turned around to face her. "I hope you'll have a wonderful day today, my dear."

"Where is Peter?" Claire looked at Angela in the mirror. "Why's he not here?"

"You don't have to worry about that, Claire." Angela answered her calmly. "He'll show up, eventually."

"You mean, when you decide?"

Angela gave her a smile, but that smile didn't reach her eyes. "Enjoy your day, Claire. You deserve it." Then she left the room.

Claire took a deep breath and looked down at her hands. They were shaking. She clenched them in fists few times and then looked back at her reflection in the mirror. The woman there looked pale, but gorgeous.

"Okay, just breathe." Claire whispered to herself and pressed her palm to her chest. "You can do this! C'mon, Claire! You wanted it! Don't be a coward now, you never were!"

It took her few minutes to calm down. When she walked out the room, she looked fine. She even managed to put a smile on her face. Then she saw her father, waiting for her downstairs and her smile faded.

"Don't judge me, Claire." Noah looked at his daughter. If she didn't know him better, Claire would've said that his eyes were teary. "You look beautiful."

"I told you, I don't want you here!" She scoffed.

"It was Angela's idea. She wanted everything to look perfect for you." Noah sighed and looked away. "Besides, who's gonna lead you to Andy?"

"I can go alone." Claire narrowed her eyes.

"Don't do it, Claire." Noah shook his head. "Please?"

"Where is Peter?" She tilted her head. "Why's he not here?"

"Do you really want him here?"

"Why?"

"We both know that he's gonna ruin your wedding, Claire." Noah frowned. "Is that what you want?"

"I want him to be okay." She insisted.

"He is okay."

"So you know where he is?" Claire's heartbeat raced. "Tell me!"

"I can't, Claire." Noah throw her a look. "I don't think that's a good idea. Just leave your life, okay? You wanted a normal life, right? You're gonna have it with Andy and I'm sure he's gonna make you happy."

"It's not about Andy, dad." Claire sighed. "You just don't understand."

Noah placed his palm on Claire's cheek and looked into her eyes. "Oh, I know... I know, Claire. I wish I wouldn't."

"What?" She took a step back.

"Nothing." Noah gave her a wry smile when the music started. "C'mon, we have to go." He offered his hand to his daughter.

Claire opened her mouth to protest, but then closed it again. She sighed with annoyance and placed her hand over Noah's arm. It was only one day. She could do it. Her wedding day and she supposed to be happy. When she finally reached to Andy, she smiled at him. A nice, genuine smile. She loved him. What she had with Peter was in the past now. She was going to have a good life with a good guy. Andy loved her and they were gonna be really happy together.

"Are you ready?" He whispered when he took her hand from her father.

"I am." Claire nodded and they both looked at the minister.

The ceremony finally started. Claire looked at Andy when they had to say their vows to each other. His hand was shaking when he put the ring on her finger and Claire gave him a soft smile. Her eyes glowed.

"Now, if there is someone who's against that union..." The minister said.

"Actually, I am." Peter's voice almost made her fall on her knees. She turned around and saw him standing at the other side of the aisle. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt, but no tie.

"Excuse me?" The minister looked at him.

"Oh, you heard me." Peter answered him lazily. He didn't move, just stood there.

"Peter!" Angela got off her place and went to her son.

"What, mother?" He smiled, but Claire looked at his eyes. They were cold. Peter was angry.

"Now it's not the moment, dear." She hissed.

"Oh, really?" Peter frowned. "I think it's the right moment."

"But..."

"Peter!" Claire interrupted her and the guests looked at her with curiosity. "Can we please continue?"

"No." His voice was sweet when he looked at her. "I thought I've said that I'm against that union."

"Mister Petrelli, can I..." Andy tried to say something, but Peter just put up his hand. Claire was sure that he was using his ability right now. Andy looked really confused.

Claire ran to Peter. Her eyes were begging him and she shook her head. "Please, don't do it." She whispered when she stopped in front of him. "Don't hurt him!"

"Why not?" Peter tilted his head. "He means nothing."

"I love him!" Claire scoffed.

"Oh?" Peter clenched his fist and Claire looked back at Andy. He grabbed his neck, fighting for air. "Are you sure?"

Andy's parents rushed to him along with few guests. Claire screamed and grabbed Peter's arm. "Please!"

"Do you love him?" He asked her almost politely.

"No!" Claire looked at him desperately. "No, okay? Just please, don't do it!"

"Do what?" He opened his hand and looked at the place where Andy was. He was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, but he was alive. Claire could see him breathing. "Did you really think I was gonna kill him?" He chuckled.

"What the hell are you doing, Peter?" Noah walked to them.

Peter simply ignored him. His eyes were focused on Claire. "The answer is yes, Claire! His life means nothing to me!" He opened his hand with his palm up. "The ring!"

"What?" Angela and Claire said in one voice.

"Your wedding ring, now!" Peter ignored his mother.

"But... " Claire tried to protest, but his hand lay on the back of her neck. His lips crashed over hers and she couldn't think anymore.

"Mine!" Peter hissed when he pulled back slightly. "Mine only!"