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Starling & Sieve
Heroes | Sylar, Maya, Molly
PG16 | 1455 words
Dimmed lights danced against reflective glass as Sylar gazed out the window, his dark eyes flitting between tall buildings. The gentle hum of the cars engine drowned on in his ears as his temple jerked away from the glass, "Pull over."
He tilted his head towards the driver, their gazes locking for a moment before she turned the steering wheel, pulling the car up to the curb. She looked puzzled, "Is this where he lives?"
Shadows drifted across his face as he nodded, hooking his fingers around the door’s handle as it clicked open. A countered click followed as his head whipped around, an arm swinging out to grab the woman’s wrist. She stopped, gazing down at his hand, "I should probably go talk to him first," he loosened his grip, releasing her, "considering the situation."
A faint nod of her head brought a smile to his lips as he stepped out of the SUV, shutting the door as he headed into the building. Climbing the stairs to the sixth floor, he circled around the corner, placing each foot strategically in front of the other as he stopped at number 613.
Sylar pursed his lip for a second, reaching out to rap a clenched fist against peeling paint. A shuffle of feet echoed on the other side of the door, a female voice carrying through the wood, “Coming…” His eyes narrowed as he looked down the hallway curiously, returning a fixation on the dull gold numbers vertical to his gaze as the door slowly opened. Bringing lightness to his voice, he reached a hand out, leaning his weight against the door’s opening.
"Hi…" he began, pushing away from the door frame, locking dark eyes with green, "Is Mohinder here?"
The young woman swayed back as the sultry voice reached her ears, planting a foot behind her as her palm clutched the metal doorknob. He smiled and she loosened her grip, returning the gesture as she dropped her hand to her side, "No, actually he’s at work right now."
He drifted his gaze down to her neck, watching the muscles retract beneath her skin as she swallowed hard. Noticing his diverted eyes, she hesitated, "I can leave a messag…"
"No," Sylar cut off, stepping towards her, "That won’t be necessary."
A nervous exhale of air left the woman’s throat as he moved forward, walking through the door frame and into the dim apartment. She looked up just as a wide smile played on his lips, heat from his body radiating towards her skin as he came within inches of her body.
Dark eyes once again locked with green and he lifted a hand to rest on the young woman’s upper arm, a calloused thumb stroking her soft skin.
"I actually left something here the other day," he began, his deep voice keeping its disguised tone, as his hand crept up to her shoulder "a book." The look on her face dropped slightly, her head turning to look at the large table in the middle of the room. He followed her gaze, eyes surveying a pile of books lining the counter as he muffled a laugh.
She smiled, "There’s a lot of them."
"I can see that." He said, letting the edges of his lips curve into a grin, turning back towards her, "do you mind if I look?"
The young woman shook her head and he dropped his hand from her shoulder, stepping towards the table to examine the contents splayed across it. Slowly shifting books around, he examined a few folders, noting its titles and bolded print before snatching the nearest book within his grasp.
Sylar turned, lifting the book in his hand up towards the girl as the smile reappeared. "You found it?" she questioned, standing towards the far wall of the apartment as he began walking towards her. The man nodded, cradling the hardcover within his palm as he reached her.
"Thank you." He stated, his voice masked in carnal tones as he watched the young woman react, her eyes diverting down. Hesitating, she looked back up, "You don’t have to thank me…"
Lips parted again in a smile as his voice grew a hard edge, "No, really, thank you."
Within seconds, his hand flew out, fingers stiffening around her jaw as he sent her skull into the wall. It only took one violent blow before dark red began seeping down the cracks in the brick and the woman’s body went limp in his grasp.
He wrapped his arm around her torso, lifting her body over his shoulder as he headed across the room reaching the closet by the front door. Turning the knob, he absently tossed her limp body into the dark recess.
A shift of feet pulled his attention from her dead form, lifting his gaze to meet Maya’s as she stood in the entryway. He smiled as his palm gently shut the door, pulling away from the closet as he walked towards the girl.
"Where’s doctor Suresh?" she asked, Dominican accents drifting within her tone. Walking closer, he tossed the book onto the cluttered table, "Landlord said he was out," he curved a hand around the edge of the open door, "but he was kind enough to let me in."
His free hand extended outward towards the open room, "Make yourself at home, it shouldn’t be more than an hour." She paced forward, enthralled eyes surveying the disarray of the geneticists’ home.
Sylar observed Maya for a minute as she marveled at the condition of Mohinder’s apartment before slipping past her and moving towards the back room. Stepping slowly around the bedroom, he began opening drawers until a light yawn pulled his attention to the bed.
Brown eyes narrowed as he cautiously moved towards the small figure nestled beneath purple sheets. Like a lion to its prey, Sylar loomed over the little girl’s sleeping form, his head tilting upon the identification of the child.
Tiny hands clutched at the fabric bunched beneath her chin as he lowered down to the mattress, leaning against the headboard. He fixed his gaze on the rise and fall of the sheet as it moved in rhythm with Molly’s breathing.
Reaching over her small frame, he sat silent, grazing his fingertips over the thin sheet before lightly tip toeing his hand up to the mess of light brown draped over her face.
He let fingers slide across her hair, smoothing a stray strand from her face, as he imagined what it would feel like to dip his hand lower to her throat. What it would feel like to let his fingers tighten around her neck, her soft beating pulse drumming against pale skin as blue eyes opened in panic.
"Gabriel?" Maya’s voice pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up. She must have noticed that he had been gazing at the small girl too long; her lip slightly curved downwards, confusion etched in her dark eyes.
Dropping his hand from the Molly’s head, he sat forward, separating his back from the headboard. "Yes?"
"Will doctor Suresh get here soon?" she asked, dark eyes diverting from his face to the small girl lying in close proximity.
He pushed off the bed, shifting towards her as a smile widened, his hand lifting up to gently caress a tanned cheek. "I’ll find out," he replied, watching her eyes brighten, 'why don’t you go relax, it’s been a long day."
His fingertips slipped past her jaw as she pulled away, obeying to his request and walking out of the room. Dark eyes followed her figure as she picked up a book, flipping through its pages as she sat near a darkened window.
The smile he held on his lips lingered, dragging the corners down into a thin line as he turned towards the center of the bedroom. Returning back to the drawers, he cautiously threw them open, an open palm rummaging through its contents until his fingers curled around cool metal. He pulled his hand back, his eyes following the glinting curve of the gun in his grasp. An indescribable grin crossed his angular face as he bounced the weapon in his hold, dragging his free hand slowly across the edge of the low table.
Lowering the gun down to his side, he picked up the phone from its stand, stepping towards the bed as he sat down next the small child. He ghosted his fingers across the plastic buttons, nestling the revolver in his lap as fingertips stiffened and he pressed intended digits.
He drifted a hand down to the girl’s hair once more, his lips curling back to bare white teeth as he heard the line connect, a familiar voice filling his ears.
"Hello Mohinder."
Heroes | Sylar, Maya, Molly
PG16 | 1455 words
Dimmed lights danced against reflective glass as Sylar gazed out the window, his dark eyes flitting between tall buildings. The gentle hum of the cars engine drowned on in his ears as his temple jerked away from the glass, "Pull over."
He tilted his head towards the driver, their gazes locking for a moment before she turned the steering wheel, pulling the car up to the curb. She looked puzzled, "Is this where he lives?"
Shadows drifted across his face as he nodded, hooking his fingers around the door’s handle as it clicked open. A countered click followed as his head whipped around, an arm swinging out to grab the woman’s wrist. She stopped, gazing down at his hand, "I should probably go talk to him first," he loosened his grip, releasing her, "considering the situation."
A faint nod of her head brought a smile to his lips as he stepped out of the SUV, shutting the door as he headed into the building. Climbing the stairs to the sixth floor, he circled around the corner, placing each foot strategically in front of the other as he stopped at number 613.
Sylar pursed his lip for a second, reaching out to rap a clenched fist against peeling paint. A shuffle of feet echoed on the other side of the door, a female voice carrying through the wood, “Coming…” His eyes narrowed as he looked down the hallway curiously, returning a fixation on the dull gold numbers vertical to his gaze as the door slowly opened. Bringing lightness to his voice, he reached a hand out, leaning his weight against the door’s opening.
"Hi…" he began, pushing away from the door frame, locking dark eyes with green, "Is Mohinder here?"
The young woman swayed back as the sultry voice reached her ears, planting a foot behind her as her palm clutched the metal doorknob. He smiled and she loosened her grip, returning the gesture as she dropped her hand to her side, "No, actually he’s at work right now."
He drifted his gaze down to her neck, watching the muscles retract beneath her skin as she swallowed hard. Noticing his diverted eyes, she hesitated, "I can leave a messag…"
"No," Sylar cut off, stepping towards her, "That won’t be necessary."
A nervous exhale of air left the woman’s throat as he moved forward, walking through the door frame and into the dim apartment. She looked up just as a wide smile played on his lips, heat from his body radiating towards her skin as he came within inches of her body.
Dark eyes once again locked with green and he lifted a hand to rest on the young woman’s upper arm, a calloused thumb stroking her soft skin.
"I actually left something here the other day," he began, his deep voice keeping its disguised tone, as his hand crept up to her shoulder "a book." The look on her face dropped slightly, her head turning to look at the large table in the middle of the room. He followed her gaze, eyes surveying a pile of books lining the counter as he muffled a laugh.
She smiled, "There’s a lot of them."
"I can see that." He said, letting the edges of his lips curve into a grin, turning back towards her, "do you mind if I look?"
The young woman shook her head and he dropped his hand from her shoulder, stepping towards the table to examine the contents splayed across it. Slowly shifting books around, he examined a few folders, noting its titles and bolded print before snatching the nearest book within his grasp.
Sylar turned, lifting the book in his hand up towards the girl as the smile reappeared. "You found it?" she questioned, standing towards the far wall of the apartment as he began walking towards her. The man nodded, cradling the hardcover within his palm as he reached her.
"Thank you." He stated, his voice masked in carnal tones as he watched the young woman react, her eyes diverting down. Hesitating, she looked back up, "You don’t have to thank me…"
Lips parted again in a smile as his voice grew a hard edge, "No, really, thank you."
Within seconds, his hand flew out, fingers stiffening around her jaw as he sent her skull into the wall. It only took one violent blow before dark red began seeping down the cracks in the brick and the woman’s body went limp in his grasp.
He wrapped his arm around her torso, lifting her body over his shoulder as he headed across the room reaching the closet by the front door. Turning the knob, he absently tossed her limp body into the dark recess.
A shift of feet pulled his attention from her dead form, lifting his gaze to meet Maya’s as she stood in the entryway. He smiled as his palm gently shut the door, pulling away from the closet as he walked towards the girl.
"Where’s doctor Suresh?" she asked, Dominican accents drifting within her tone. Walking closer, he tossed the book onto the cluttered table, "Landlord said he was out," he curved a hand around the edge of the open door, "but he was kind enough to let me in."
His free hand extended outward towards the open room, "Make yourself at home, it shouldn’t be more than an hour." She paced forward, enthralled eyes surveying the disarray of the geneticists’ home.
Sylar observed Maya for a minute as she marveled at the condition of Mohinder’s apartment before slipping past her and moving towards the back room. Stepping slowly around the bedroom, he began opening drawers until a light yawn pulled his attention to the bed.
Brown eyes narrowed as he cautiously moved towards the small figure nestled beneath purple sheets. Like a lion to its prey, Sylar loomed over the little girl’s sleeping form, his head tilting upon the identification of the child.
Tiny hands clutched at the fabric bunched beneath her chin as he lowered down to the mattress, leaning against the headboard. He fixed his gaze on the rise and fall of the sheet as it moved in rhythm with Molly’s breathing.
Reaching over her small frame, he sat silent, grazing his fingertips over the thin sheet before lightly tip toeing his hand up to the mess of light brown draped over her face.
He let fingers slide across her hair, smoothing a stray strand from her face, as he imagined what it would feel like to dip his hand lower to her throat. What it would feel like to let his fingers tighten around her neck, her soft beating pulse drumming against pale skin as blue eyes opened in panic.
"Gabriel?" Maya’s voice pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up. She must have noticed that he had been gazing at the small girl too long; her lip slightly curved downwards, confusion etched in her dark eyes.
Dropping his hand from the Molly’s head, he sat forward, separating his back from the headboard. "Yes?"
"Will doctor Suresh get here soon?" she asked, dark eyes diverting from his face to the small girl lying in close proximity.
He pushed off the bed, shifting towards her as a smile widened, his hand lifting up to gently caress a tanned cheek. "I’ll find out," he replied, watching her eyes brighten, 'why don’t you go relax, it’s been a long day."
His fingertips slipped past her jaw as she pulled away, obeying to his request and walking out of the room. Dark eyes followed her figure as she picked up a book, flipping through its pages as she sat near a darkened window.
The smile he held on his lips lingered, dragging the corners down into a thin line as he turned towards the center of the bedroom. Returning back to the drawers, he cautiously threw them open, an open palm rummaging through its contents until his fingers curled around cool metal. He pulled his hand back, his eyes following the glinting curve of the gun in his grasp. An indescribable grin crossed his angular face as he bounced the weapon in his hold, dragging his free hand slowly across the edge of the low table.
Lowering the gun down to his side, he picked up the phone from its stand, stepping towards the bed as he sat down next the small child. He ghosted his fingers across the plastic buttons, nestling the revolver in his lap as fingertips stiffened and he pressed intended digits.
He drifted a hand down to the girl’s hair once more, his lips curling back to bare white teeth as he heard the line connect, a familiar voice filling his ears.
"Hello Mohinder."