Fanfiction: Heroes: Devil In A Mini Skirt (Chapter 4)
Sylar stalked towards her, his eyes growing darker with each step. “What exactly did you mean by if I get my powers back?” He growled, slamming his hands down on the table in front of her. “You told me that as soon as my wounds healed, they’d come back. Were you lying to me again, Elle? Is this just another one of your pretty lies, like telling me I was special? What’s really going on here? I want the truth.”
Elle took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, despite feeling rather like a cornered animal in the moment. Her wheels were turning with another lie already, because she knew there was no way she could tell him about the Shanti virus. That would just make things go from bad to worse. And she didn’t want to have to kill him, which is what would happen if he seriously tried to kill her, which she had no doubt he would try if he knew the truth. “Well,” She gave him a sheepish smile. “There’s a slight chance that they might not come back. Sometimes after such grievous injuries, powers can’t resurface due to the brain damage caused by being that close to death.”
“A chance?” He growled dangerously, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her in close, sneering in her face. He had a feeling she wasn’t telling the whole truth here. “And just how big of a chance is it? What the hell am I supposed to do if they’d don’t come back, Elle? What happens to me then?”
“Then we’ll go see a geneticist Daddy just hired. I’m sure he can help you, this Suresh is suppos-“
“Mohinder?” He asked curiously. “Mohinder is working for the company now?”
Elle blinked a little in confusion. “You know him?” She hadn’t met the man yet, merely knew of him from the little her father told her.
Sylar smirked darkly, finally letting go of her wrist. “I killed his father. His father was just like you, lying and telling me I was special, but then he betrayed me too. After killing Trevor, I tried to get his help again, but he didn’t want anything to do with me. So I killed him. And then I tricked his son, Mohinder into thinking I was one of my victims so he could lead me to more powers. So yes, I guess you could say I know him.”
Elle just smiled a little at that, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess I overlooked that part when I was going over the details of your scalping in the file they gave me.” She paused for a moment before smirking a little and asking him, “Is he as cute as he is in pictures as he is in real life? He looks like he could be a lot of fun. Like some sort of lost puppy or something.”
Sylar rolled his eyes at that. What did that have to do with anything? They were supposed to be talking about his powers, not what poor sap she was going to screw over next. “I wouldn’t know. But I guess he’s good looking enough if you like that holier than thou sort.”
Elle grinned, rising to her feet now as she approached Sylar. “Good, because it would be a shame if someone as good looking as you were gay.” She raised a brow, turning to make her way towards the door that led into the kitchen.
He growled, following her, trying to ignore the small voice inside his head that cheered with she thinks you’re good looking. He wasn’t stupid lovesick Gabriel anymore. Why should he care what she did or didn’t think of him and his appearance? It was irrelevant now. “I’m not gay. We weren’t even friends” He shot back, coming out a little more defensive than he had planned to.
“Really? But to lead him on like that, the two of you must have been close,” she teased with a playful smirk. She knew she had control of the situation again, and she couldn’t help but feel relief at that. The less he demanded out of her about the truth of the situation, the better.
“I’m telling, we weren’t gay.” He snapped. Why did it matter what she thought? It’s not like he had much interest in anymore since she had betrayed him. Sure, he might have flirted with a woman or two to get what he wanted, but nothing seriously. He didn’t need romance or any of that sort of bullshit in his life, but that didn’t mean he had started playing for the other team. If he was going to get involved with someone, it would definitely be a woman.
Elle just laughed more. This was almost too easy. He was completely fixated on this turn of conversation. Good. That worked out much better for her. She shrugged her shoulders a little, tugging a stray strand of her hair behind her ear now. “I wouldn’t blame you if you turned to men after me. I mean, what woman could compare to me?” She asked confidently. “I’m one of a kind, and after I left you sought comfort in a handsome dark skinned man, only being able to win him over with lies. It’s almost tragic really, like something I might see in a movie.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “You know the kind. The ones they show late at night on channels like Cinemax.”
He grabbed her by her shoulders, slamming her into the wall. His eyes were dark and clouded and his breathing was shallow. He could feel the pain from his wounds resurfacing, but for now, he was doing his best to ignore it. “I told you already. I don’t like men. I don’t like cocks, and I certainly never sought out comfort in Mohinder’s arms. I like women. I always have, and despite what you or anyone else has done to me, that’s not going to change, so you can just shut up about it already, okay? It’s getting real old and annoying quick.”
“I think the lady doth protest too much” She teased with a smirk.
Sylar tightened his grip on her arms, pushing her up against the wall. He growled and pressed his lips against her, the kiss angrier and provoked than anything else. If she was going to keep calling him gay and play with him like some stupid toy, he was going to go ahead and prove her wrong.
Elle’s eyes became wide as soon as his lips were shoving themselves on top of hers, his tongue forcing entrance into her mouth.
She had been expecting a lot of things from taunting him like that, but that? That she had not been expecting.
Elle took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, despite feeling rather like a cornered animal in the moment. Her wheels were turning with another lie already, because she knew there was no way she could tell him about the Shanti virus. That would just make things go from bad to worse. And she didn’t want to have to kill him, which is what would happen if he seriously tried to kill her, which she had no doubt he would try if he knew the truth. “Well,” She gave him a sheepish smile. “There’s a slight chance that they might not come back. Sometimes after such grievous injuries, powers can’t resurface due to the brain damage caused by being that close to death.”
“A chance?” He growled dangerously, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her in close, sneering in her face. He had a feeling she wasn’t telling the whole truth here. “And just how big of a chance is it? What the hell am I supposed to do if they’d don’t come back, Elle? What happens to me then?”
“Then we’ll go see a geneticist Daddy just hired. I’m sure he can help you, this Suresh is suppos-“
“Mohinder?” He asked curiously. “Mohinder is working for the company now?”
Elle blinked a little in confusion. “You know him?” She hadn’t met the man yet, merely knew of him from the little her father told her.
Sylar smirked darkly, finally letting go of her wrist. “I killed his father. His father was just like you, lying and telling me I was special, but then he betrayed me too. After killing Trevor, I tried to get his help again, but he didn’t want anything to do with me. So I killed him. And then I tricked his son, Mohinder into thinking I was one of my victims so he could lead me to more powers. So yes, I guess you could say I know him.”
Elle just smiled a little at that, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess I overlooked that part when I was going over the details of your scalping in the file they gave me.” She paused for a moment before smirking a little and asking him, “Is he as cute as he is in pictures as he is in real life? He looks like he could be a lot of fun. Like some sort of lost puppy or something.”
Sylar rolled his eyes at that. What did that have to do with anything? They were supposed to be talking about his powers, not what poor sap she was going to screw over next. “I wouldn’t know. But I guess he’s good looking enough if you like that holier than thou sort.”
Elle grinned, rising to her feet now as she approached Sylar. “Good, because it would be a shame if someone as good looking as you were gay.” She raised a brow, turning to make her way towards the door that led into the kitchen.
He growled, following her, trying to ignore the small voice inside his head that cheered with she thinks you’re good looking. He wasn’t stupid lovesick Gabriel anymore. Why should he care what she did or didn’t think of him and his appearance? It was irrelevant now. “I’m not gay. We weren’t even friends” He shot back, coming out a little more defensive than he had planned to.
“Really? But to lead him on like that, the two of you must have been close,” she teased with a playful smirk. She knew she had control of the situation again, and she couldn’t help but feel relief at that. The less he demanded out of her about the truth of the situation, the better.
“I’m telling, we weren’t gay.” He snapped. Why did it matter what she thought? It’s not like he had much interest in anymore since she had betrayed him. Sure, he might have flirted with a woman or two to get what he wanted, but nothing seriously. He didn’t need romance or any of that sort of bullshit in his life, but that didn’t mean he had started playing for the other team. If he was going to get involved with someone, it would definitely be a woman.
Elle just laughed more. This was almost too easy. He was completely fixated on this turn of conversation. Good. That worked out much better for her. She shrugged her shoulders a little, tugging a stray strand of her hair behind her ear now. “I wouldn’t blame you if you turned to men after me. I mean, what woman could compare to me?” She asked confidently. “I’m one of a kind, and after I left you sought comfort in a handsome dark skinned man, only being able to win him over with lies. It’s almost tragic really, like something I might see in a movie.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “You know the kind. The ones they show late at night on channels like Cinemax.”
He grabbed her by her shoulders, slamming her into the wall. His eyes were dark and clouded and his breathing was shallow. He could feel the pain from his wounds resurfacing, but for now, he was doing his best to ignore it. “I told you already. I don’t like men. I don’t like cocks, and I certainly never sought out comfort in Mohinder’s arms. I like women. I always have, and despite what you or anyone else has done to me, that’s not going to change, so you can just shut up about it already, okay? It’s getting real old and annoying quick.”
“I think the lady doth protest too much” She teased with a smirk.
Sylar tightened his grip on her arms, pushing her up against the wall. He growled and pressed his lips against her, the kiss angrier and provoked than anything else. If she was going to keep calling him gay and play with him like some stupid toy, he was going to go ahead and prove her wrong.
Elle’s eyes became wide as soon as his lips were shoving themselves on top of hers, his tongue forcing entrance into her mouth.
She had been expecting a lot of things from taunting him like that, but that? That she had not been expecting.