while the boys drank and the girls met up with Illyria... Faith got bored.
Faith: [Honestly, she'd been traveling for a while and now that they were actually in New York she had no clue what else to do. Ruby and Amy said they'd handle finding Illyria so that meant that she was stuck with nothing to do. Again. Which meant that when she was tired of trying to wear out Christopher, she needed something else to do. That something of the evening was patrol. Routine. Something she was used to doing and when she got to the graveyard, she already could tell that this was going to be a bust too.] Great. Empty. Awe-some.
Sylar: [and there's a moment or two where it looks like she's right, everything silent and still, before there's the sudden roar of a motorcycle -- a Harley by the sound of it -- as it rounds a nearby corner. and it only gets louder, the bike beelining for the cemetary, its rider pausing briefly where the road becomes gravel and grass to kill the engine so he can guide it through the headstones in neutral, very clearly looking for something in particular]
Faith: [As she exhales, she turns to face the source of the loud sound, annoyed by the flashy entrance - knowing that if there had been any vamps around, they were sure as shit high-tailing it out of there by now. Though, she pressed in closer to a nearby mausoleum, keeping her eye on the guy as he weaved through the headstones. Something was amiss...]
Sylar: [slows the bike to a halt, putting it in park, and steps off it, reaching into his pocket for a piece of paper. looks it over for a moment, frowning thoughtfully, then up at the headstones. and after a moment, he seems sure of something, slipping the scrap of paper back in his pocket and moving down one of the rows on foot. stops in front of a particular gravesite, kneeling down in front of the marker, and reaches out, brushing his fingers over it almost reverantly]
Faith: [studies the guy, wondering if he was half-expecting someone to rise up from the ground or not... pushing out from the shadows, she kept her steps light - just watching, waiting for whatever was going to happen - if anything at all]
Sylar: [closes his eyes, either unaware of or not particularly concerned by the fact that he's alone, and takes a deep breath. lets it out as a sigh, breathing a bit shallowly in the wake of the sound, and furrows his brow. and after a moment, he pushes away from the headstone, getting to his feet almost supernaturally fast, all out scowling now]
Faith: [so... that wasn't normal, which makes Faith step out a bit further, her steps a bit more spaced as she cuts through the line of headstones, trying to figure out what he was, before tipping off that she was taking such a closer look]
Sylar: [stalks back to the bike, furious, his fingers curled into fists as his side]
Faith: [shakes her head, moving quicker wondering if it was a good idea to let this guy lash out on whatever else was out there] Problem?
Sylar: [looks up at her from under his eyebrows, having looked away so he could get back on the bike. didn't make it that far before she stopped him, of course, but he was trying] Something like that.
Faith: Yeah. Sounds heartbreaking. Mind telling me what you're doing sulking around a cemetery?
Sylar: How the hell's that any of your business?
Faith: It's probably not. Though I have this whole thing where I'm turning over this new leaf, and if you go out there all riled up and hurt someone? I'll have this wicked guilty conscience.
Sylar: Good for you. [gets onto his bike]
Faith: [cuts across the distance, quicker, putting herself in front of his path] Yeah, but probably bad for you.
Sylar: [flashes her a quick, wicked smile] Somehow I doubt it.
Faith: [so maybe he wasn't a vampire or whatever, but she could go with a fight and if this guy was gonna give her attitude, then she'd push right back] Oh, you some tough guy? [her hands settle on the handles of his bike]
Sylar: Like I said before, something like that. [a beat] Get the hell of my bike.
Faith: [she glances down the side of the bike] Yeah, I doubt that. Your stance is too high... you stole this.
Sylar: [and just for the record? there's a compass rose decal on the gas tank. but anyway, he grits his teeth, at least making an effort to keep his temper in check] Get the hell off the bike, then.
Faith: [shrugs] Make me.
Sylar: Fine. [jerks his head to one side, shoving her away telekinetically]
Faith: [is pushed aside, but gets to her feet quickly, a smirk flashing on her features] See... now I was gonna go easy on you, figuring it'd just be a fight - but that was a trick. I'm actually okay with this now. [to which she moves right to him and decks him with a strong upper cut]
Sylar: [wasn't expecting any resistance let alone the strength of the punch, so he falls off the back of his bike, gracelessly. like her, though, he's quick to get back to his feet, taking a handful of steps backwards to put some kind of distance between the two of them]
Faith: [smirks, straightening her stance and trying to move clear of the bike] So, what are you? Some sort of demon? Cause I've seen a few that can do tricks like that.
Sylar: I had someone call me that once, I think. [if he did, though, it was probably Maya, and anything that came out of her mouth stopped sounding like words and started sounding like blahblahblah after awhile]
Faith: [shrugs, moving in closer to him again, more than just curious now] What - are you like a witch or something?
Sylar: Didn't realize it was Halloween. [shoves her away, this time with enough force to hopeful send her crashing into one of the masoleums]
Faith: [her back hits the stone wall of it, but she just gets to her feet soon after, rolling her shoulder forward, trying to work the odd spot out of her spine, and moves toward him with direction and intent, gripping to his shirt and hauling him back toward the wall she'd just landed on]
Sylar: [lets out a breath in a rush of air, stunned for just an instant, then reaches up, his fingers curling around the back of her neck. puts a bit of pressure into his grip, threatening his full strength] Let go or I break your neck.
Faith: [her grin grows on her features, feeling the tightness coming against her windpipe, her eyes growing a bit more wild as she tries to hold on a bit longer, slamming his shoulders a few more times before she releases finally]
Sylar: [lets her go, stumbling away, and growls a bit, the darkness in his eyes growing. waves his hand at her again, intent on pinning her to the wall]
Faith: [his aim is a bit off, but she manages to hit the corner of the wall, the unbalance of that motion hurting more than she expected, trying to push back to her feet, casting a glance back at him over her shoulder, still trying to work out what he was]
Sylar: [so that wasn't the desired effect, so what? flashes her a scowl and moves back over to the bike, trying to get on it and get the hell out of her. would really love to beat her into a bloody pulp, but he's trying to avoid such things]
Faith: [she starts to laugh, that sort of sick maniacal laugh that really should warn off most people, but she gets up to her feet quickly once more, and cuts across the distance between her and him using a headstone for a bit of leverage to hurtle herself toward him, attempting to throw him from the bike and to the ground]
Sylar: [hits the ground again, a few feet off, with a grunt and makes to get back to his feet. and in between attempts at catching his breath, the wind knocked from him, he mutters] You know .... I was going to let you live.
Faith: [she shifts quickly, trying to reach into her inside jacket pocket, retrieving the stake from it and figuring at the very least she'd do some sort of damage to the thing and give her some time to figure out what the fuck he was] Aww, are we not getting along? [she settled over him for a moment, before her hand thrust the stake toward his chest, hoping her vision wasn't really as blurred as she thought it was as she aimed straight for his heart]
Sylar: [whether or not she actually hits his heart is sort of a moot point -- a wooden stake through the chest would kill mostly anything. cries out, jerking under her, and then sinks back into the grass, very possibly dead]
Sylar: [funny how that killed him yet he didn't turn to ash]
Faith: [exhales, breathing heavy... glancing to the guy and watching, her fingers brushing her hair out of her eyes for a moment... and then the panic of the situation takes in and she flashes to years ago and an alley where she did the same thing to the Mayor's aide] Oh... no... No! [her hands go to her temples as she pushes away from him] You pushed me! I freakin' saw you move me... I felt it! You can't be human!
Sylar: [with any luck, she notes the hole in his chest knitting itself back together. without said luck, well, it's obvious enough when he comes to with a gasp a few seconds later. sits up, ramrod straight, disoriented for a moment, and then he gathers himself, grinding his teeth together, furiously] That hurt. [and that said, he summons up a handful of sparks, throwing them at her]
Faith: [she was still a bit wrapped up in her own issues when the hole heals up, plus his clothing was in the way and that didn't exactly stitch back together, but she hears his words and that startles her out of it, pushing her awareness back to front just in time to see the ball of electricity being thrown at her, which sends her backward quickly, pushed to the ground and nearly unable to move aside from the rather loud string of curses that she slurred out]
Sylar: [gets up, stalking over her and looks down at her, current lapping at his fingers as he considers frying her while she's down. shifts a bit as though he honestly plans on doing it, then stops, making a small discontent noise. closes his fingers into a fist, the electricity disappating, and heads for the bike again] Bitch.
Faith: [her chest aches as she feels him tower over her and in a way she's wondering, a small part of her at least, if this is what some Slayer might dream up in the middle of the night, but as he cusses at her and stalks off she just exhales, rolling onto her stomach, trying hard not to give away the fact that she's pretty sure she knows what he is]
Sylar: [gets back on the motorcycle and brings the engine to life with a roar. watches her for a moment, wondering dimly if he should help her, and then decides against it -- if she can get onto her stomach, she can get to a fucking hospital, after all. and that in mind, he backs the bike out of the headstones, turns it around, and heads off]
Faith: [it takes her a while before she pushes to her feet, wondering if she should've tried to keep him there, but also kicking herself for not being able to follow him, her own stir-crazy behavior had provoked him and he was the closest thing they had to someone that might've been connected to Elle] Shit. That fuckin' hurt.