Fanfiction: Heroes: Devil In A Miniskirt (Chapter 10)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Sylar bided his time the best he could, waiting about an hour or so until he was positive that she was completely asleep. He had plenty of time to brood as he cleaned up the kitchen, looking around the drawers until he found something suitable to use. Something that would help him get the job done. It would be so much easier if he just had his powers, but going through that right now would only distract him, and he couldn’t afford to be distracted.
He was making his way through the drawers, looking for something, anything he could use when he finally spotted something. A large butcher knife. A devious grin spread across Sylar’s lips as he lifted up, glancing at the sharp blade almost lovingly. He was a little surprised Elle would have left something like this where he could get to it. She was either far too trusting, or not as smart as he originally thought her to be. One of the two. Or maybe a little bit of both.
He carefully made his way towards her bedroom, opening the door carefully. He frowned to see that she got a real bed while he had been sleeping on a medical cot. That wasn’t fair at all. And yet, somehow, he wasn’t at all surprised by it. She certainly seemed to be looking out for number one. Herself. Taking what she wanted with no regards to the consequences.
It made him so angry. The way she got under his skin. The way that she kept coming up on the winning side, that he couldn’t just beat her. But he’d show her now. He’d show her who was really in control here.
He made his way toward her bed, glancing down to her figure lying there. She looked so…innocent almost. Instead of more provocative night clothing like he might have expected, she was sleeping in an oversized, faded “Guns and Roses” concert shirt. And somehow, that made her all the more appealing looking. But he couldn’t let his libido distract him. Not right now.
He climbed onto the bed, one leg on each side of her so that he was straddling her. If he wasn’t so fixated on killing her, he could almost imagine doing something else to her from this position. But now wasn’t the time. It would never be the time for that. He had to kill her, get rid of her and find a way to get his powers back on his own. That was the only option.
And so he raised the knife and when he was about to plunge it into chest he felt a large electrical shock hit him, causing him to fall backwards onto the bed. Sometime during all of that, Elle had awoken, and she didn’t look to happy.
Elle squirmed out from underneath him, sending out another shock, this time into the knife, which sent the electricity into him. Sylar cried out in pain, dropping the knife onto the ground. She smirked at this, climbing ontop of him. “You think Company Agents weren’t taught to wake up at the slightest noise? Do you really think you’re the first person who’s tried to kill me in my sleep? To do bad things to me in my sleep? Because you’re not. Sleep with one eye open, that’s what Bennet always told me. “She smirked, pressing a hand against his wounds, sending in another shock, her grin widening as he cried out in pain.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying, can you?” He managed to grunt out between cries of pain. God, she really was a sadistic little thing. Almost as bad as he was. Why was that a good thing in his mind? She really messed up his thoughts. He tried to sit up but fell back down, crying out in pain once more.
“I think you might have to be staying here with me for the night,” Elle purred getting up from the bed, making her way over to the chest of drawers to dig around for something up. She bent over a little more than she needed to, giving him a nice shot of her pristine white panties.
Sylar groaned a little at that. That was the last thing he needed right now. And when she turned around he saw what she had been looking for. Rope. “What the hell is that for?” He snapped in annoyance, trying to sit up once more only to collapse in pain yet again. Shit. Injuries and being shocked was not a good combination. Not at all.
“You tried to kill me. And I need my beauty rest.” Elle smirked, trying one of his hands to a bed post before moving onto the other. “But obviously, I can’t trust you. And I don’t want to be woken up every time you get the urge to make an attempt on my life.” She moved onto start tying up his feet now. “So clearly, the only option is to make sure you can’t do anything like that. Really. You’ve only brought it upon yourself. No one to blame but yourself, as always, Gabriel.”
“You’re a real bitch, you know that, right?” He sneered, struggling against the knots to no avail. Where had she learned to tie them so well? She didn’t seem like the type who went to Boy Scout meetings or anything like that. Maybe this was just another part of her extensive Company training. He had no idea, really.
Elle just laughed a little at that, climbing back on the bed, positioning herself so she was curled up on top of him. “I have been told that a few times in my life. I’ve also been called a sadist, a sociopath, a whore, a cunt and a few other things. After a while, names like that just begin to lose meaning, don’t you think?”
“Why the hell are you climbing on top of me? What do you plan on doing now, having your way with me?” He snarled, trying to once again struggle against the ropes. He would do anything to have his powers right now. If he had his powers, he would have never ended up in such a vulnerable position. Especially not with her of all people.
Elle just laughed a little at that, resting her head on his chest. “You wish. No, I just plan on sleeping here. Did you really think I was going to give up my bed to you completely? Do I look like the kind of girl who would make that sort of sacrifice?”
Sylar shook his head a little. “No, you don’t look like the type of girl who likes to make any kind of sacrifice.”
“I made one once,” She murmured softly, her eyes beginning to flutter closed.
“And what was that?”
“You,” She murmured.
“And just what the hell do you mean by that?” He growled, but it was no use. Elle was out cold. And once again, he was left with a lot more questions than answers, and the growing suspicion that winning against her was going to be no easy feat.
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Sylar bided his time the best he could, waiting about an hour or so until he was positive that she was completely asleep. He had plenty of time to brood as he cleaned up the kitchen, looking around the drawers until he found something suitable to use. Something that would help him get the job done. It would be so much easier if he just had his powers, but going through that right now would only distract him, and he couldn’t afford to be distracted.
He was making his way through the drawers, looking for something, anything he could use when he finally spotted something. A large butcher knife. A devious grin spread across Sylar’s lips as he lifted up, glancing at the sharp blade almost lovingly. He was a little surprised Elle would have left something like this where he could get to it. She was either far too trusting, or not as smart as he originally thought her to be. One of the two. Or maybe a little bit of both.
He carefully made his way towards her bedroom, opening the door carefully. He frowned to see that she got a real bed while he had been sleeping on a medical cot. That wasn’t fair at all. And yet, somehow, he wasn’t at all surprised by it. She certainly seemed to be looking out for number one. Herself. Taking what she wanted with no regards to the consequences.
It made him so angry. The way she got under his skin. The way that she kept coming up on the winning side, that he couldn’t just beat her. But he’d show her now. He’d show her who was really in control here.
He made his way toward her bed, glancing down to her figure lying there. She looked so…innocent almost. Instead of more provocative night clothing like he might have expected, she was sleeping in an oversized, faded “Guns and Roses” concert shirt. And somehow, that made her all the more appealing looking. But he couldn’t let his libido distract him. Not right now.
He climbed onto the bed, one leg on each side of her so that he was straddling her. If he wasn’t so fixated on killing her, he could almost imagine doing something else to her from this position. But now wasn’t the time. It would never be the time for that. He had to kill her, get rid of her and find a way to get his powers back on his own. That was the only option.
And so he raised the knife and when he was about to plunge it into chest he felt a large electrical shock hit him, causing him to fall backwards onto the bed. Sometime during all of that, Elle had awoken, and she didn’t look to happy.
Elle squirmed out from underneath him, sending out another shock, this time into the knife, which sent the electricity into him. Sylar cried out in pain, dropping the knife onto the ground. She smirked at this, climbing ontop of him. “You think Company Agents weren’t taught to wake up at the slightest noise? Do you really think you’re the first person who’s tried to kill me in my sleep? To do bad things to me in my sleep? Because you’re not. Sleep with one eye open, that’s what Bennet always told me. “She smirked, pressing a hand against his wounds, sending in another shock, her grin widening as he cried out in pain.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying, can you?” He managed to grunt out between cries of pain. God, she really was a sadistic little thing. Almost as bad as he was. Why was that a good thing in his mind? She really messed up his thoughts. He tried to sit up but fell back down, crying out in pain once more.
“I think you might have to be staying here with me for the night,” Elle purred getting up from the bed, making her way over to the chest of drawers to dig around for something up. She bent over a little more than she needed to, giving him a nice shot of her pristine white panties.
Sylar groaned a little at that. That was the last thing he needed right now. And when she turned around he saw what she had been looking for. Rope. “What the hell is that for?” He snapped in annoyance, trying to sit up once more only to collapse in pain yet again. Shit. Injuries and being shocked was not a good combination. Not at all.
“You tried to kill me. And I need my beauty rest.” Elle smirked, trying one of his hands to a bed post before moving onto the other. “But obviously, I can’t trust you. And I don’t want to be woken up every time you get the urge to make an attempt on my life.” She moved onto start tying up his feet now. “So clearly, the only option is to make sure you can’t do anything like that. Really. You’ve only brought it upon yourself. No one to blame but yourself, as always, Gabriel.”
“You’re a real bitch, you know that, right?” He sneered, struggling against the knots to no avail. Where had she learned to tie them so well? She didn’t seem like the type who went to Boy Scout meetings or anything like that. Maybe this was just another part of her extensive Company training. He had no idea, really.
Elle just laughed a little at that, climbing back on the bed, positioning herself so she was curled up on top of him. “I have been told that a few times in my life. I’ve also been called a sadist, a sociopath, a whore, a cunt and a few other things. After a while, names like that just begin to lose meaning, don’t you think?”
“Why the hell are you climbing on top of me? What do you plan on doing now, having your way with me?” He snarled, trying to once again struggle against the ropes. He would do anything to have his powers right now. If he had his powers, he would have never ended up in such a vulnerable position. Especially not with her of all people.
Elle just laughed a little at that, resting her head on his chest. “You wish. No, I just plan on sleeping here. Did you really think I was going to give up my bed to you completely? Do I look like the kind of girl who would make that sort of sacrifice?”
Sylar shook his head a little. “No, you don’t look like the type of girl who likes to make any kind of sacrifice.”
“I made one once,” She murmured softly, her eyes beginning to flutter closed.
“And what was that?”
“You,” She murmured.
“And just what the hell do you mean by that?” He growled, but it was no use. Elle was out cold. And once again, he was left with a lot more questions than answers, and the growing suspicion that winning against her was going to be no easy feat.