025 Devil
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Sylar / Claire
Prompt: 025 Devil
Word Count: 782
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Totally not mine... unfortunately
A/N: Follows Angel
ETA: Many thanks go out to my amazing beta
angel932!!! (Can't believe I forgot to put that in when I posted!)
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Claire finished her cheer routine with a high kick, jumping around as though she were at a game, although minus the soundtrack. After months on the move, her father had finally settled them down in a little town in Southern California, and Claire had joined her new school’s cheerleading squad. It wasn’t the same as it used to be - she wasn’t the same as she used to be. Still, Claire was determined to get her life back to normal, and this was supposed to be one step in the right direction.
A slow clapping from behind her caused her to whirl around suddenly. All she saw was a flash of black before she found herself pinned to the back of her bedroom door by nothing but air. A pair of dead, black eyes stared at her from her open window, and Claire knew who it was that was doing this to her.
“Sylar,” she whispered, barely able to get that one word out past the lump in her throat. They’d known he wasn’t dead, it was one of the reasons her father had moved them around so much, trying to throw him off their scent if he was still after it.
“I’ve come a long way to see you Claire.” He spoke softly, like one of those sexy bad guys in the movies, but all it aroused in Claire was utter terror.
“What do you want?” she managed to ask. And then felt like thumping herself on the head. There was only one thing he could want. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you.”
Sylar stalked her leisurely, every step bringing him closer to her paralysed form.
“Do you want me to kill you?” he asked, as though she had a choice in the matter.
Claire shook her head, not trusting her voice to speak.
His hand reached out, pointing his index finger at her forehead. Claire felt a searing pain for a second, and a drop of blood traveled down her brow, threatening to obscure her vision.
Sylar turned his hand palm up and the trickle stopped. The cut had already healed itself. “Amazing,” he murmured, drawing the droplet of blood to him through the air, until it rested on his forefinger.
He brought it to his nose to sniff, and then licked his finger clean. Claire couldn’t help the disgust that coloured her face.
“You taste divine, Angel. What a shame I shall only have a small sample.”
She swallowed hard, but said nothing, merely following him with her eyes. He sat on her bed and picked up one of her teddy bears. The New York one. Peter’s one
The silence stretched on, and Claire felt herself start to sweat. He wasn’t making a move to hurt her, or trying to take her power, so what did he want? Her Dad was just downstairs, but she didn’t dare call out to him. The time it would take him to get up here… And Sylar could kill him in an instant.
He leaned back on her bed, studying her. “Can you save me?” he wondered aloud. “Will you be my salvation?”
Had he gone out of his mind? Oh… stupid question, Claire realised. But still, why would she save him?
In an instant he was at her side, pressing against her body, his hand cupping her cheek. A shiver worked its way down her spine.
“You’re an angel, Claire. My Angel.” He breathed into her ear. “You could bring me back to myself, back to being Gabriel again.”
“I’m not your anything!” Claire denied, her eyes spitting sparks. “And if I’m an Angel, I guess that’d make you the Devil!”
Sylar didn’t look away, nor was he intimidated by her accusation. Instead he grinned. And his lips came to whisper against hers, “Lucifer was a fallen angel himself. You can help me rise again.”
And then his mouth was on hers in a kiss that was surprising in its gentleness and reverence, as though he were worshiping her with his mouth. The fear-laced adrenaline running through her veins, combined with the amorous attentions of Sylar’s lips gave Claire a heady feeling, and there was absolutely no telekinesis involved when her mouth opened and her tongue snaked out to greet his.
Sylar growled low in his throat and her body was pushed further into the door. Her head was dizzy, and Claire couldn’t hear past the rushing blood in her ears. And then his lips were gone, his body was gone, and Claire slid to a boneless slump on her carpet.
It still took a full minute for her to realise her father was slamming against the door on the other side.
Characters: Sylar / Claire
Prompt: 025 Devil
Word Count: 782
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Totally not mine... unfortunately
A/N: Follows Angel
ETA: Many thanks go out to my amazing beta
angel932!!! (Can't believe I forgot to put that in when I posted!)
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Claire finished her cheer routine with a high kick, jumping around as though she were at a game, although minus the soundtrack. After months on the move, her father had finally settled them down in a little town in Southern California, and Claire had joined her new school’s cheerleading squad. It wasn’t the same as it used to be - she wasn’t the same as she used to be. Still, Claire was determined to get her life back to normal, and this was supposed to be one step in the right direction.
A slow clapping from behind her caused her to whirl around suddenly. All she saw was a flash of black before she found herself pinned to the back of her bedroom door by nothing but air. A pair of dead, black eyes stared at her from her open window, and Claire knew who it was that was doing this to her.
“Sylar,” she whispered, barely able to get that one word out past the lump in her throat. They’d known he wasn’t dead, it was one of the reasons her father had moved them around so much, trying to throw him off their scent if he was still after it.
“I’ve come a long way to see you Claire.” He spoke softly, like one of those sexy bad guys in the movies, but all it aroused in Claire was utter terror.
“What do you want?” she managed to ask. And then felt like thumping herself on the head. There was only one thing he could want. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you.”
Sylar stalked her leisurely, every step bringing him closer to her paralysed form.
“Do you want me to kill you?” he asked, as though she had a choice in the matter.
Claire shook her head, not trusting her voice to speak.
His hand reached out, pointing his index finger at her forehead. Claire felt a searing pain for a second, and a drop of blood traveled down her brow, threatening to obscure her vision.
Sylar turned his hand palm up and the trickle stopped. The cut had already healed itself. “Amazing,” he murmured, drawing the droplet of blood to him through the air, until it rested on his forefinger.
He brought it to his nose to sniff, and then licked his finger clean. Claire couldn’t help the disgust that coloured her face.
“You taste divine, Angel. What a shame I shall only have a small sample.”
She swallowed hard, but said nothing, merely following him with her eyes. He sat on her bed and picked up one of her teddy bears. The New York one. Peter’s one
The silence stretched on, and Claire felt herself start to sweat. He wasn’t making a move to hurt her, or trying to take her power, so what did he want? Her Dad was just downstairs, but she didn’t dare call out to him. The time it would take him to get up here… And Sylar could kill him in an instant.
He leaned back on her bed, studying her. “Can you save me?” he wondered aloud. “Will you be my salvation?”
Had he gone out of his mind? Oh… stupid question, Claire realised. But still, why would she save him?
In an instant he was at her side, pressing against her body, his hand cupping her cheek. A shiver worked its way down her spine.
“You’re an angel, Claire. My Angel.” He breathed into her ear. “You could bring me back to myself, back to being Gabriel again.”
“I’m not your anything!” Claire denied, her eyes spitting sparks. “And if I’m an Angel, I guess that’d make you the Devil!”
Sylar didn’t look away, nor was he intimidated by her accusation. Instead he grinned. And his lips came to whisper against hers, “Lucifer was a fallen angel himself. You can help me rise again.”
And then his mouth was on hers in a kiss that was surprising in its gentleness and reverence, as though he were worshiping her with his mouth. The fear-laced adrenaline running through her veins, combined with the amorous attentions of Sylar’s lips gave Claire a heady feeling, and there was absolutely no telekinesis involved when her mouth opened and her tongue snaked out to greet his.
Sylar growled low in his throat and her body was pushed further into the door. Her head was dizzy, and Claire couldn’t hear past the rushing blood in her ears. And then his lips were gone, his body was gone, and Claire slid to a boneless slump on her carpet.
It still took a full minute for her to realise her father was slamming against the door on the other side.