Elusive - A Sylar/Claire Heroes Fiction - Heroes15 Challenge
Title: Elusive
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G
Disclaimer:Obviously, i dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/A Bit of Claire + OC for the alternative ending.
Table/Prompt: Table #7, "Elusive"
Word Count: 972 + 1316 with the alternative ending.
Summary: Sylar's feelings as he stalks his next victim...
Author's Notes: Not really spoilerish.
Nothing like it ever happened on the show,so this isn't like my previous fic, a take on an actual scene of the show... Like I said this is only my second attempt at a Heroes fiction so ...continue to be gentle.. :D
Crossposted at my fiction/lyrics lj@ souls-eclipse, on heroes15 & on sylar_claire
Elusive
He leans in closer to her as she sleeps.
Beautiful, innocent,unaware.
She calmly breathes in and out. One breath at a time.
Her breathing almost resembles a song, he thinks.
A tune stuck in his head. A tune that would stick in his head for years to come.
Her eyelids are closed but her eyes move frantically just beneath them.
She is dreaming. For a moment he stands still. She is dreaming. Peaceful and blissful in her ignorance.
He wishes he had that luxury. To be blissfully ignorant.
To not have a purpose. To be able to go wherever he wants.
Joyful, unaware.
Just happy with what he has and what he is.
Never wanting more, never needing more.
Complete, sufficient.
He wishes he could dream but he doesn’t dream. He hasn’t dreamt in years.
And actually it’s been weeks since he last enjoyed a good night’s sleep. That’s because there are no good nights.
There hasn’t been a night on which he hadn’t had to go hunting in weeks.
Every night he walks out, walks around lurking, stalking.
There are so many of them now.
Under the illusion that they are special.
That they are perfect. But that’s not true. He has taken on so many.
So many powers and he still isn’t perfect.. He still isn’t special. Not that special.
Not as special as he wants.
He still needs more. He still wants more.
More powers, more screams, more death, more pain.
He needs them to scream, he needs them to beg.
He needs them to look at him just before they fade away by his hand.
He needs them to look at him in awe. In fear.
Because that…yes! It does make him special. It does make him feel special.
But he wishes he didn’t have to.
He wishes he didn’t have to, to feel special.
“Tell me it’s ok! It’s ok to be an ordinary watch maker! I don’t need to be special Tell me it’s ok!!” He had begged his mother.
Pleading with her, asking for her love. Asking for her sympathy and support if she wasn’t going to give him that on her own.
He still wishes it was enough. He wishes it all to end. To be over.
It was thrilling at first. He was getting more and more special.
With every power he got.
But now?
There’s nothing special about doing the same thing every night…
He wonders if it would be more special to have a power within his grasp and let it go.
Let it slip away. Spare one of them.
Would that be special?
... And yet there he was in her room.
In her room, one more night. Just watching her sleep, thinking about killing her, but not going through with it.
Her golden locks spread out on the pillow…
She looked so beautiful.
The prettiest thing he had seen in years.
Just looking at her made him gasp for breath and wonder how special she was.
Did this one deserve her power?
Beautiful, innocent, ripe…Indestructible.
His eyes paused shortly on her lips. Small yet full.
A faint sigh escaped them and made his heart jump in his chest.
She was still sound asleep.
He could hear her heartbeat, steady and comforting.
Would he bear make it stop and sound never again?
He felt a bond with each and everyone he killed.
With each and everyone he absorbed and consumed.
He was sure that most of the people that knew about him thought that his killing was just a mere action with no emotion.
That couldn’t be further from the truth.
He developed a bond with each and every one of them, even if only in his mind.
He devoted time to every one he killed.
He stalked and observed them and not only to be sure that they had powers.
He wanted to get the feel of them.
To know what kind of person he was going to take out of this world and maybe into the next one…Into him...
He wanted what they were, what they knew, what they had.
A wife, a child, a sibling, a friend.
Any of these was more than he had.
He wanted to have what they had but everything was so elusive..
So out of his reach, no matter how hard he tried...
Yet they were within him...
Sometimes he could swear he felt all of them within him.
Their feelings and their emotions, interfering with his.
But he was stronger. He was more powerful, even emotionally.
He was superior to them, so they were constantly under control.
Looking at her youthful, stunning face he wondered if he could contain her..
If he would contain her too.
Such beauty, such perfection…
Was he worthy?
He gasped.
It wasn’t often that he had such thoughts…
Maybe he never had such thoughts and that surprised him.
He asked himself what kind of influence that girl had on him even without talking to him.
Without uttering a single word. Without gracing him with one look.
Beautiful…Innocent…Ripe….Indestructible…
He wondered…Would he be her destructor?
Would she be his redemption? His salvation…
He leaned in even closer to her and her sweet scent invaded his nostrils and his heart. Just pounding inside his chest…
No, he doubted he could kill her, even tonight.
So, just like every other night he would just sit on the chair next to her bed and look at her. Stare at her. Her figure moving slowly under the covers.
Her breathing calm and confident.
Her eyes moving, sign of her dreaming.
Her lips parting just for a moment.
Almost inviting his kiss.
But he didn’t dare try it.
One of these nights though, he knew he would do it.
He knew that his greed, his insanity, his insecurity would lead him into taking her life along with her power.
It would take the better of him.
Maybe he wasn’t as strong as he thought after all.
And he was scared of the moment this would happen.
Because then, there would be no redemption for him.
No salvation… what he hoped he’d find in her.
But for now… he just sat there looking at her, her presence bordering on his definition of perfection…
[[ +++ Alternative Ending +++ ]]
…He couldn’t help himself.
He stretched out his hand and approached her beautiful hair, gracefully framing her tender features.
His movements were swift but hesitant.
Each time he was close to her, she took his breath away in a way he didn’t want ever to stop.
Though he knew that if it were to stop, it would be because he would have taken her away.
Taken her apart and this thought was still unbearable.
”Claire Her name was music to his ears, ambrosia in his lips.
He could taste her essence just by uttering her name and it made him feel happy.
If only for a moment. Complete…
And being so close to her was tearing him apart.
He wanted to feel her, taste her, own her.
He wanted her to want him too.
He wanted her to give herself to him.
He pictured the moment she would love him.
Love him for what he truly was and not because he was “special”.
Not because he was fearsome.
Not because she was scared, but because she understood him.
Deeply and fully.
His soulmate.
His mate forever.
Ripe, indestructible.
He stroked a lock of her hair. Like gold in his hand.
A treasure he didn’t yet own.
He brought it closer to his face, inhaling her intoxicating perfume.
”Claire!” He whispered and this time he couldn’t take it anymore.
He pressed his lips against hers and suddenly golden hair turned into brown.
Hair he knew all too well.
Blue eyes turned into brown.
Eyes he knew all too well.
“Hey baby, are you turned on yet?” Candice asked him with a smile he once thought was charming, but now was as mundane as the words she spoke to him….
That was a sorry substitute… A lame agreement..
But it was the only one he could have….
~ Fin ~
Author’s Note: Candice is the girl with the power of illusion and she was more on the bad side than on the good side…See? A Good match! Lol
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G
Disclaimer:Obviously, i dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/A Bit of Claire + OC for the alternative ending.
Table/Prompt: Table #7, "Elusive"
Word Count: 972 + 1316 with the alternative ending.
Summary: Sylar's feelings as he stalks his next victim...
Author's Notes: Not really spoilerish.
Nothing like it ever happened on the show,so this isn't like my previous fic, a take on an actual scene of the show... Like I said this is only my second attempt at a Heroes fiction so ...continue to be gentle.. :D
Crossposted at my fiction/lyrics lj@ souls-eclipse, on heroes15 & on sylar_claire
Elusive
He leans in closer to her as she sleeps.
Beautiful, innocent,unaware.
She calmly breathes in and out. One breath at a time.
Her breathing almost resembles a song, he thinks.
A tune stuck in his head. A tune that would stick in his head for years to come.
Her eyelids are closed but her eyes move frantically just beneath them.
She is dreaming. For a moment he stands still. She is dreaming. Peaceful and blissful in her ignorance.
He wishes he had that luxury. To be blissfully ignorant.
To not have a purpose. To be able to go wherever he wants.
Joyful, unaware.
Just happy with what he has and what he is.
Never wanting more, never needing more.
Complete, sufficient.
He wishes he could dream but he doesn’t dream. He hasn’t dreamt in years.
And actually it’s been weeks since he last enjoyed a good night’s sleep. That’s because there are no good nights.
There hasn’t been a night on which he hadn’t had to go hunting in weeks.
Every night he walks out, walks around lurking, stalking.
There are so many of them now.
Under the illusion that they are special.
That they are perfect. But that’s not true. He has taken on so many.
So many powers and he still isn’t perfect.. He still isn’t special. Not that special.
Not as special as he wants.
He still needs more. He still wants more.
More powers, more screams, more death, more pain.
He needs them to scream, he needs them to beg.
He needs them to look at him just before they fade away by his hand.
He needs them to look at him in awe. In fear.
Because that…yes! It does make him special. It does make him feel special.
But he wishes he didn’t have to.
He wishes he didn’t have to, to feel special.
“Tell me it’s ok! It’s ok to be an ordinary watch maker! I don’t need to be special Tell me it’s ok!!” He had begged his mother.
Pleading with her, asking for her love. Asking for her sympathy and support if she wasn’t going to give him that on her own.
He still wishes it was enough. He wishes it all to end. To be over.
It was thrilling at first. He was getting more and more special.
With every power he got.
But now?
There’s nothing special about doing the same thing every night…
He wonders if it would be more special to have a power within his grasp and let it go.
Let it slip away. Spare one of them.
Would that be special?
... And yet there he was in her room.
In her room, one more night. Just watching her sleep, thinking about killing her, but not going through with it.
Her golden locks spread out on the pillow…
She looked so beautiful.
The prettiest thing he had seen in years.
Just looking at her made him gasp for breath and wonder how special she was.
Did this one deserve her power?
Beautiful, innocent, ripe…Indestructible.
His eyes paused shortly on her lips. Small yet full.
A faint sigh escaped them and made his heart jump in his chest.
She was still sound asleep.
He could hear her heartbeat, steady and comforting.
Would he bear make it stop and sound never again?
He felt a bond with each and everyone he killed.
With each and everyone he absorbed and consumed.
He was sure that most of the people that knew about him thought that his killing was just a mere action with no emotion.
That couldn’t be further from the truth.
He developed a bond with each and every one of them, even if only in his mind.
He devoted time to every one he killed.
He stalked and observed them and not only to be sure that they had powers.
He wanted to get the feel of them.
To know what kind of person he was going to take out of this world and maybe into the next one…Into him...
He wanted what they were, what they knew, what they had.
A wife, a child, a sibling, a friend.
Any of these was more than he had.
He wanted to have what they had but everything was so elusive..
So out of his reach, no matter how hard he tried...
Yet they were within him...
Sometimes he could swear he felt all of them within him.
Their feelings and their emotions, interfering with his.
But he was stronger. He was more powerful, even emotionally.
He was superior to them, so they were constantly under control.
Looking at her youthful, stunning face he wondered if he could contain her..
If he would contain her too.
Such beauty, such perfection…
Was he worthy?
He gasped.
It wasn’t often that he had such thoughts…
Maybe he never had such thoughts and that surprised him.
He asked himself what kind of influence that girl had on him even without talking to him.
Without uttering a single word. Without gracing him with one look.
Beautiful…Innocent…Ripe….Indestructible…
He wondered…Would he be her destructor?
Would she be his redemption? His salvation…
He leaned in even closer to her and her sweet scent invaded his nostrils and his heart. Just pounding inside his chest…
No, he doubted he could kill her, even tonight.
So, just like every other night he would just sit on the chair next to her bed and look at her. Stare at her. Her figure moving slowly under the covers.
Her breathing calm and confident.
Her eyes moving, sign of her dreaming.
Her lips parting just for a moment.
Almost inviting his kiss.
But he didn’t dare try it.
One of these nights though, he knew he would do it.
He knew that his greed, his insanity, his insecurity would lead him into taking her life along with her power.
It would take the better of him.
Maybe he wasn’t as strong as he thought after all.
And he was scared of the moment this would happen.
Because then, there would be no redemption for him.
No salvation… what he hoped he’d find in her.
But for now… he just sat there looking at her, her presence bordering on his definition of perfection…
[[ +++ Alternative Ending +++ ]]
…He couldn’t help himself.
He stretched out his hand and approached her beautiful hair, gracefully framing her tender features.
His movements were swift but hesitant.
Each time he was close to her, she took his breath away in a way he didn’t want ever to stop.
Though he knew that if it were to stop, it would be because he would have taken her away.
Taken her apart and this thought was still unbearable.
”Claire Her name was music to his ears, ambrosia in his lips.
He could taste her essence just by uttering her name and it made him feel happy.
If only for a moment. Complete…
And being so close to her was tearing him apart.
He wanted to feel her, taste her, own her.
He wanted her to want him too.
He wanted her to give herself to him.
He pictured the moment she would love him.
Love him for what he truly was and not because he was “special”.
Not because he was fearsome.
Not because she was scared, but because she understood him.
Deeply and fully.
His soulmate.
His mate forever.
Ripe, indestructible.
He stroked a lock of her hair. Like gold in his hand.
A treasure he didn’t yet own.
He brought it closer to his face, inhaling her intoxicating perfume.
”Claire!” He whispered and this time he couldn’t take it anymore.
He pressed his lips against hers and suddenly golden hair turned into brown.
Hair he knew all too well.
Blue eyes turned into brown.
Eyes he knew all too well.
“Hey baby, are you turned on yet?” Candice asked him with a smile he once thought was charming, but now was as mundane as the words she spoke to him….
That was a sorry substitute… A lame agreement..
But it was the only one he could have….
~ Fin ~
Author’s Note: Candice is the girl with the power of illusion and she was more on the bad side than on the good side…See? A Good match! Lol