Angels and Monsters

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Title: Angels and Monsters

Characters: Elle/Sylar and Eden/Peter, plus many more

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers/Warnings: NC-17 will feature language, violence, and smut.

Summary: Set during season one, the story examines two what ifs. First, that Eden did not have to kill herself. Also, Elle remains obsessed with Sylar/Gabriel and seeks him out during his time in Texas. It all starts when Eden meets Peter in Mohinder’s apartment. Told from Elle & Eden’s POV.


I don’t own Heroes, or am I doing this for money, etc.

Psychopath: A person with an antisocial personality disorder, manifested in aggressive, perverted, criminal, or amoral behavior without empathy or remorse.

Vs.

Sociopath: Someone whose social behavior is extremely abnormal. Sociopaths are interested only in their personal needs and desires, without concern for the effects of their behavior on others.

-Dictionary.com

Know.

Elle had to know, had to come see him, had to find out if he really meant it.

So why was she afraid?

She stopped just short of his cell. Elle worried he might hate her. Knew that she gave Gabriel every reason to loath her. The lies she told him were bad, very bad. It was not all lies, and in the end, she had tried to save him. That had to count for something, right?

What really worried her was that their history together might not matter now. The man in the cell was no longer her shy quite Gabriel. Maybe it was the things she had done to him, maybe it was always there inside him, maybe it did not matter where it came from, because now he was a killer. He was Sylar.

That scared Elle more than she would admit to anyone including herself. It was not Gabriel waiting for her. It was Sylar. Gabriel would never hurt her, but would Sylar?

She took a deep breath, and tried to push that worrisome thought back to the dark doubt filled place that created it. Blue eyes glanced at the far wall. Where the wall joined with the ceiling, a security camera watched Sylar’s cell. The blinking red light at the base of the camera indicated that it was recording.

Elle bit her lip as she watched that ruby light blink on and off, on and off. Her electrical ability could easily disable the camera. That did not worry her. What disabling the camera would mean worried her. It was the first step in something that Elle was not entirely sure she wanted to go through with. She could try backing out after frying the camera, but that would require a great deal of explaining. Also, Daddy would be upset, and Elle was so very tired of Daddy.

She took the step. A causal flick of her wrist sent blue white lighting arching across down the hall. Blue sparks and smoke marked the camera’s death. Elle coughed as the stench of burnt plastic offended her delicate sensibilities. The memories that smell brought to mind still bothered her. She pushed them away, and focused on what might be waiting only a few feet from her.

Elle walked the last few feet to the viewing window, heels clicking against the cement floor. She expected a dramatic reunion with the only man who said that he loved her. Instead, she was greeted by a sleeping figure.

Frustrated that her destruction of the security camera failed to rouse him, she commanded, ‘Wake up.’

Sylar remained curled in a fetal position atop the single bed. He stayed motionless as Elle repeated her command. Hands curled into tight fist, she tried to figure out why he would not wake up.

Maybe the company had sedated him? Elle checked his medical file before coming down here. There was nothing listed that should render him unresponsive. The only thing he was on was the standard ability suppressors. With that in mind, she struggled to understand what the problem was.

Then insight flashed across her thoughts. Elle looked at the cell intercom. It was off. The cell was nearly sound proof. She pushed the intercom button.

‘Wake up,’ she said louder than she should.

The intercom magnified voices in the cell. All part of the Company’s standard integration policy. Loud commanding voices were supposed to intimidate the specials. Elle supposed it did, however in this case it had an unexpected effect.

Sylar half jumped, half slid off the bed. He landed on the floor in a tangle of limbs. Pushing himself to his feet, Sylar threw a hateful look at the window.

Elle knew that he recognized her. His expression changed from hate, to shocked, and then to something else, something Elle could not quite place. Finally, recovering himself his face went blank.

Elle almost laughed at that, like his blank face could conceal his need for her. She could tell that Gabriel was still in there. His dark eyes might be harder, might be angrier, but Elle could still read him. Still, see his need for her.

She remained motionless as his brown eyes roamed over her body. Dressed in a tight low cut blouse and a mini-skirt that she bought special for this occasion, Elle was certain he liked what he saw. She could say the same about him. His dark hair was cut short, which fit well with the several days of dark stubble that covered his face. His standard Company white T-shirt and slacks projected an aura of purity that he no longer deserved.

Elle struggled to suppress her smile. She wanted to throw open his cell and run to him. Then she could tell him how sorry she was, that she meant almost everything she told, that she loved him, that she thought about him every day, and that she would help get away, if only he would take her with him. Doing that would be a mistake, Elle knew that, yet she to be with him so very much.

Sylar walked toward the window. Elle fidgeted. His eyes were too much. Her need for him was too much. She found herself ringing her hands together.

Sylar stopped with his face inches from the glass. With his hands by his sides, he seemed unthreatening, yet his unseen power was there, unspoken and silent.

Anger. It radiated off him in unseen waves. Elle wondered if his anger with her caused him to kill so horrendously. The things he did to some of victims went beyond his ‘hunger’ for their ability. She always wondered where his anger came from, where his need to hurt started. It was not something she ever saw in Gabriel. Now, Elle suspected he hurt others because he could not hurt her.

‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered.

He remained standing a few impenetrable inches away. The only indication he heard her was the slight up turning of his lips like a smile wishing to be born that was not. Elle waited. Then he pressed his hand to the glass, with his long fingers spread wide.

She smiled. Maybe he did not hate her after all. Her smaller hand touched the cold glass, with her fingers spread to interlink with his. Elle was about to speak, about to tell him what she wanted.

A the female voice said with surprise and venom ‘YOU.’

Elle whirled around. Electricity hummed to life in her hands. Shocked blue eyes widened.

Eden McCain stood in the doorway. The other woman’s slim body half in the facility hallway and half in the cell observing area. Eden’s pale doll like features contorted with rage.

Elle knew she was in trouble, and that things had gone wrong. Of all the people to discover her here, Eden was one of the worst. If only Elle had not gotten so carried away when Eden was on Level Five, then she might be able to talk her way out of this. Elle did not feel bad about what she did, only that her personal history with Eden precluded an easy resolution.

Besides how was she supposed to know electroshock therapy would not help Eden fight drug and alcohol withdraws? All she did was try to help Eden, while the Company drew blood from Adam, or so she told Daddy afterwards.  Daddy failed to believe her. He yelled at her about abusing the prisoners, about how they were people and not playthings for her powers, and about how she was lucky to avoid being one of them. That last part hurt, because some part of her worried that if Daddy was not her Daddy, then she would have her own little cell on Level Five.

All that flashed through Elle’s mind lightening quick. Elle realized that she could see only one of Eden’s hands. The other woman was opening her mouth, while she brought something shinny out from behind her back.

‘Sto-,’ Eden started to say before her voice turned into a scream.

Lighting arched from Elle’s hand to Eden. The other woman slammed back through the doorway, where she collapsed into a convulsing heap in the hall beyond. As her electricity faded to nothingness, Elle worried that she might have given the other woman too much. What would Daddy say when he found out?  She winced at the thought. Then Elle considered that maybe she should finish the job. After all she could make up some story about Eden coming to free Sylar or something like that, and how the Great Agent Bishop stopped her. Elle shook her head at the thought. She knew no one, especially not Daddy or Bennet, would believe that.

A tapping sound drew her attention back to Sylar. He regarded her with a dark hungry smile. His smile was different than Gabriel’s. Elle liked it.

Elle supposed it was too late now. She could never get away with burning out the security camera and shocking Eden. Either Sylar would leave with her or…Elle forced her thoughts away from the unpleasant alternative.

She hurried to the cell door. Deft fingers pushed in the security code. The door lock clicked open, and Elle stepped inside.

She knew they had to hurry. Eventually someone would notice that the camera was not working. Also, from vast previous experience, Elle knew that bodies, even unconscious ones, drew unwanted attention.

Still, she wanted to have some fun with this. Elle walked to the small raised bed, where she sat. Meanwhile, Sylar regarded her curiously from across the room. Elle crossed her short toned legs and then re-crossed them, with a meaningful pause that afforded him what she knew was a nice view.

She felt his hungry gaze eat at her. Maybe he wanted her power, maybe he wanted something else, either way it made her smile bright and happy. She had her favorite toy all to herself, and no one, especially not Daddy or Bennet, were going to take it away this time.

‘Hi, Gabriel,’ she said casually.

His smile fell. ‘My name is Sylar,’ he corrected her.

She almost laughed at that. Instead Elle decided to play along. She assured him, ‘Of course it is, Sylar. You’re the big bad wolf himself.’ Her index finger touched the base of her chin, while she cocked her head. In a smooth playful tone, ‘Except you’re not so big, or so bad, because you’re in here. Poor helpless wolf is all locked up.’

He muttered something unintelligible in response.

This time she did laugh. ‘Sylar, Sylar,’ she chided, ‘how I’ve missed you. You know I’ve missed you right?’

‘I’ve missed you too, Elle. It is Elle, right?’

‘Yes, my name is Elle,’ she told him, while her playful pose became seductive once again.

Silence.

Elle hated that gut wrenching slithering nervousness she suddenly felt. She hated the quite, with its many memories of untold lonely silent hours spent in rooms too similar to this cell.

Suddenly she blurted out, ‘Everything I told you was true.’

He was about to respond, when she interrupted. ‘Well, almost everything. I do have a power,’ she waved a hand around like it indicated her truthfulness. ‘Oh, and I didn’t just wonder into your shop one day because my watch was broke, and…and…there might be one or two minor things that I can’t think of right now. But, the rest of it…the important things, they were all true.’

Silence.

‘What if I want your power?’ he asked with a smile.

Smiling back, because she knew how impotent the meds made him. ‘Well, I would say you can’t have it.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes.’

The world moved. Somehow Elle went from sitting on the bed, to pinned against the wall. She did not understand how it happened. What she did know was that her head had cracked painfully against the concrete, which set off a miniature sun behind her eyes. Elle blinked while she tried to get her watery eyes to focus. He was not so impotent after all. While that worried her, what the real concern was what he would do to her before she could stop him.

Next Time: Sylar demands something from Elle…