Fanfiction: Devil In A Miniskirt (Chapter 6)
“You really are hopeless at this, aren’t you?” He commented, taking the cooking instruments out of her hand. “Get out of the kitchen. I’ll make the rest. I don’t feel like dying of food poisoning this morning.”
Inwardly, Elle was kind of relieved. She was horrible in the kitchen, but she didn’t want to admit that to him. So she puffed out her chest, pretending to be offended as she headed into the bedroom to change into unstained clothes. She came out wearing a tight red halter top and a silver mini skirt. Her hair was pulled into another ponytail (it really was too hot in that country for her taste) and on her neck hung a tiny gold cross that didn’t fit her at all. “When did you learn how to cook anyways?” She asked, sitting down in the chair, crossing one leg over another as she watched him cook.
“You learn to teach yourself these things when your mother’s idea of a good meal is a tuna sandwich” He replied dryly, piling the pancakes onto a plate before moving onto the bacon. It hurt, moving around like this, but it beat trying to eat more of her horrible cooking. “What about you?” He asked, smirking a little as he glanced over at her. “How come Mommy never taught you to cook?” It had seemed curious to him that with as much as she talked about her father, she hadn’t mentioned her mother once. Was she dead, gone, or just as bad as her father seemed to be? Any of those answers could be useful for him to know.
Elle frowned, throwing a small ball of lightening at him about the question. “How’s your mother doing, Gabriel?” She sneered. “That must have been a great last visit, stabbing her with scissors like that. She must have been so proud of you, her perfect special boy.”
Sylar’s eyes narrowed at her, his body tensing as she brought that up. That had not been one of his prouder moments, crouching down and painting in his own mother’s blood. If only Hiro had been able to kill him then. “That was an accident. I didn’t mean to kill her. She didn’t have anything I wanted.”
“So it’s okay to kill if they have something you want. Pretty powers that make you feel special. Do they replace the love mommy never gave you?” She asked, her words calculated and taunting. She didn’t judge him for killing, she did it herself, but he needed to do it for the right reasons. He had let his hunger; his powers control him too much. There was so much more to him than that.
“I thought we were talking about your mother?” His voice was tense, and he was almost desperate to change the subject. “What happened to her? Did you scare her off with those special little sparks of yours? Sounds like you could have used more of a mother’s touch, what with that Electra complex you have going on.”
“A what complex?” Of all the things the doctors had told her was wrong with her over the years that was one she hadn’t heard. Or didn’t remember hearing about anyways.
Sylar smirked, turning the stove off as he made his way over to the coffee maker. Breakfast wasn’t breakfast without coffee. “An Electra complex. It’s like the female version of an Oedipus complex. It’s usually used for women who have an unhealthy, sexual attachment to their father. You seem to fit the bill on that one.”
“I told you my feelings for my father aren’t sexual” She snapped, sending another jolt of electricity at him. “Stop trying to make me sound like some sort of sexual deviant; it’s really pissing me off.”
He laughed a little, and decided to pull out the phrase she had used during their argument over his sexuality. “I think the lady doth protest too much.” He knew he should stop provoking her, that he needed to start trying to win her over, but he couldn’t help it, it was too easy sometimes.
And with that she was up from her seat, and he could hear the clicks of her heels against the cold concrete floor. She grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, and before he said anything else, she pressed her lips against him. It was the same as well he kissed her before, harsh and rough, as if she was trying to prove something to him.
He groaned in surprise and without thinking grabbed her by her hips, pulling her closer to him. God, when she was close to him like this, his tongue clashing against hers fiercely that he almost could forget that she was his enemy, someone not to be trusted. It felt so..right wasn’t quite the word he was looking for, but damn did it feel good. And maybe, that was enough.
But soon enough, she pulled away, sparking him at the end of the kiss, grinning like the devil woman he knew her to be. “Told you I wasn’t interested in Daddy” She pulled away making her way to the table, setting it up with the limited silverware and dishes they had.
He stood there, just watching her dumbfoundly. Just when he thought he was beginning to figure her out, she would do something to throw him off again. He didn’t know whether he hated that about her or whether that just made her more interesting. He blinked a little as he watched her try to make the place settings. She had the knives and forks all in the wrong place. He smirked a little. “You didn’t get out very much, did you?”
Elle frowned. She was sure she had gotten it right from all those movies she watched. She just snorted a little, sitting down, as if she expected him to serve the food. “Well, you better dish things up before it gets cold.”
He grinned a little, and began dishing up the plates. She really was a piece of work, more broken than any watch he encountered. He had to admit, he was having fun trying to figure out how to take her apart. He just wished he didn’t have the feeling she was trying to do the same to him.
Maybe he was putting too much thought into this. He just had to manipulate her, get out of this hell hole and get his powers back. How intriguing she was didn’t matter. Not in the big scheme of things. He knew better than to let it matter again.
Inwardly, Elle was kind of relieved. She was horrible in the kitchen, but she didn’t want to admit that to him. So she puffed out her chest, pretending to be offended as she headed into the bedroom to change into unstained clothes. She came out wearing a tight red halter top and a silver mini skirt. Her hair was pulled into another ponytail (it really was too hot in that country for her taste) and on her neck hung a tiny gold cross that didn’t fit her at all. “When did you learn how to cook anyways?” She asked, sitting down in the chair, crossing one leg over another as she watched him cook.
“You learn to teach yourself these things when your mother’s idea of a good meal is a tuna sandwich” He replied dryly, piling the pancakes onto a plate before moving onto the bacon. It hurt, moving around like this, but it beat trying to eat more of her horrible cooking. “What about you?” He asked, smirking a little as he glanced over at her. “How come Mommy never taught you to cook?” It had seemed curious to him that with as much as she talked about her father, she hadn’t mentioned her mother once. Was she dead, gone, or just as bad as her father seemed to be? Any of those answers could be useful for him to know.
Elle frowned, throwing a small ball of lightening at him about the question. “How’s your mother doing, Gabriel?” She sneered. “That must have been a great last visit, stabbing her with scissors like that. She must have been so proud of you, her perfect special boy.”
Sylar’s eyes narrowed at her, his body tensing as she brought that up. That had not been one of his prouder moments, crouching down and painting in his own mother’s blood. If only Hiro had been able to kill him then. “That was an accident. I didn’t mean to kill her. She didn’t have anything I wanted.”
“So it’s okay to kill if they have something you want. Pretty powers that make you feel special. Do they replace the love mommy never gave you?” She asked, her words calculated and taunting. She didn’t judge him for killing, she did it herself, but he needed to do it for the right reasons. He had let his hunger; his powers control him too much. There was so much more to him than that.
“I thought we were talking about your mother?” His voice was tense, and he was almost desperate to change the subject. “What happened to her? Did you scare her off with those special little sparks of yours? Sounds like you could have used more of a mother’s touch, what with that Electra complex you have going on.”
“A what complex?” Of all the things the doctors had told her was wrong with her over the years that was one she hadn’t heard. Or didn’t remember hearing about anyways.
Sylar smirked, turning the stove off as he made his way over to the coffee maker. Breakfast wasn’t breakfast without coffee. “An Electra complex. It’s like the female version of an Oedipus complex. It’s usually used for women who have an unhealthy, sexual attachment to their father. You seem to fit the bill on that one.”
“I told you my feelings for my father aren’t sexual” She snapped, sending another jolt of electricity at him. “Stop trying to make me sound like some sort of sexual deviant; it’s really pissing me off.”
He laughed a little, and decided to pull out the phrase she had used during their argument over his sexuality. “I think the lady doth protest too much.” He knew he should stop provoking her, that he needed to start trying to win her over, but he couldn’t help it, it was too easy sometimes.
And with that she was up from her seat, and he could hear the clicks of her heels against the cold concrete floor. She grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, and before he said anything else, she pressed her lips against him. It was the same as well he kissed her before, harsh and rough, as if she was trying to prove something to him.
He groaned in surprise and without thinking grabbed her by her hips, pulling her closer to him. God, when she was close to him like this, his tongue clashing against hers fiercely that he almost could forget that she was his enemy, someone not to be trusted. It felt so..right wasn’t quite the word he was looking for, but damn did it feel good. And maybe, that was enough.
But soon enough, she pulled away, sparking him at the end of the kiss, grinning like the devil woman he knew her to be. “Told you I wasn’t interested in Daddy” She pulled away making her way to the table, setting it up with the limited silverware and dishes they had.
He stood there, just watching her dumbfoundly. Just when he thought he was beginning to figure her out, she would do something to throw him off again. He didn’t know whether he hated that about her or whether that just made her more interesting. He blinked a little as he watched her try to make the place settings. She had the knives and forks all in the wrong place. He smirked a little. “You didn’t get out very much, did you?”
Elle frowned. She was sure she had gotten it right from all those movies she watched. She just snorted a little, sitting down, as if she expected him to serve the food. “Well, you better dish things up before it gets cold.”
He grinned a little, and began dishing up the plates. She really was a piece of work, more broken than any watch he encountered. He had to admit, he was having fun trying to figure out how to take her apart. He just wished he didn’t have the feeling she was trying to do the same to him.
Maybe he was putting too much thought into this. He just had to manipulate her, get out of this hell hole and get his powers back. How intriguing she was didn’t matter. Not in the big scheme of things. He knew better than to let it matter again.