A/N: Also inspired by the "You're so Spoiled" Challenge but I didn't use the actual prompt , but enjoy.. :) "You need to accept it, Claire." Sylar starts and takes a sip of his wine. His face is inches from hers. "In the end, you and I, we'll be the only ones left. Don't be scared, you'll get used to me."
Claire is everything but scared. She's disgusted, uncomfortable, angry and worried for Nathan and Peter.
"What do you want from me?" Claire spats. The wine glass she's holding would broke if she'd had the strenght.
Sylar smirks and places the glass to the table. "I want you, Claire, to understand that you and I are destined to be together, forever."
Claire looks at her wine glass for a moment and before Sylar can react, the red liquid is all over his face."Go to hell."
Calmly, Sylar licks his. "Oh, Claire, Claire...You just don't get it, do you? How many times do I have to tell you, that we are..."
"Immortlas, yeah. You've said it five million times already." Claire finishes his sentence. She has heard it far too many times form him. But for real, it's the first time she ever thought of it, immortality hasn't crossed her mind even once.
Sylar smiles widely, he knew that this wouldn't be easy. She just needs a little encouragement. And it's going to be so much fun.