Fanfiction: Heroes: Devil In A Miniskirt (Chapter 5)
Elle didn’t quite know what to do in response as Sylar forced his tongue into her mouth. Part of her wanted to kiss him back, because despite the circumstances, there was still something that felt so right about the kiss, but she knew better than that. She couldn’t let herself get attached to him. Not again. The stakes were too high. So she did the only thing she could. She placed her hand on his chest and sent a blast of electricity into him.
Sylar cried out in pain, stumbling backwards, biting his own tongue as did so. He looked down as his wounds began to bleed once more before looking back up to her, his eyes dark and angry. “You little bitch. You call that helping me?” He hissed in anger, staggering to stay standing in spite of the pain. Between the blast and whatever she had given him before finally beginning to wear off he was in so much pain he could barely stand it.
“It’s called self defense, jack ass” She snapped in annoyance, brushing some of her hair away. She grabbed him by the arm and began roughly dragging him to the back where the bed was. She was going to have to retreat his wounds now. What a pain. “I wasn’t about to just stand around and let you sexually assault me”
Sylar winced in pain as she pushed him down on the bed. “I wasn’t sexually assaulting you, I just proving a point. Nothing more, nothing less. The last thing I want to do is have sex with you, so you can get that idea out of your head right now. Don’t flatter yourself.”
Somehow, she didn’t quite believe him. Part of her almost didn’t want to believe him. But those were old feelings, left over from when she had met him when he was Gabriel, and things were different now, and she knew better than to let her feelings get in the way of her job. “Don’t worry, I won’t” She replied sarcastically, grabbing the sedatives and supplies. She was going to have to sew things back up. Thank god basic wound treatment was part of Company Training 101. She took up a syringe, filling it with the sedatives her father and the company had supplied her with, jabbing it into his arm a little more roughly than she had to.
Sylar winced in pain, glaring at her. “That hurts.”
She rolled her eyes, finishing up the injection. “Well, all the rest of it is going to hurt a lot more without that, so you’re going to have to stop being such a baby about everything. It’s your own fault we even have to go through all of this in the first place.”
“What?” He tried to sit up to glare at her but cried out in pain again and lied back down. God, how drugged up had he been before? Stings like a bitch didn’t even begin to cover the pain he was in. “How is it my fault that you blasted me and reopened my wounds? Last I checked, that seemed like something that would fall under the category of your fault.”
“If you hadn’t started roughhousing, I wouldn’t have had to fight back. It’s that simple. You dug your own grave.” She couldn’t help but smile a little sadistically as he cried out in pain while she cleaned the wounds out. “God, for a serial killer you really are a baby, you know that, don’t you? You shouldn’t dish out what you can’t take”
“You must love getting tortured then,” He sneered at her, trying to keep his mind focused. He had to find a way to take her down. That kiss, it hadn’t meant anything, it had just been a moment of weakness, nothing more, nothing less. He wasn’t naïve Gabriel anymore. He knew better than to trust a woman like her. She was nothing but trouble. She had destroyed him once, he’d be damned if he let her do it again.
“But of course,” She smirked as she began sewing up a new set of stitches. “My favorite is when my hands are cuffed behind him and I’m being spanked and told what a bad, naughty girl I’ve been. That’s my favorite kind of torture.”
For a second he could picture it, her bent over a bed, wearing nothing but a collar and hand cuffs. Submissive. It was an appealing image, but he shook it away from his head. “And who’s crazy enough to try something like that with you?” He countered, smirking as he remembered her weakness from before. “Is it Daddy? Is that why you’re so devoted to him, because he’s the only one willing to touch a crazy bitch like you? You sounded close, but I never would have imagined you were tha-“
Elle pulled the stitches harder than she had to now, cutting him off. Her eyes were narrowed into slits. “Don’t you ever talk about my father that way, do you hear me? He’s not some kind of sick pervert.”
“You almost sound disappointed.” Nothing made him happier then to see her upset like that. She had destroyed his life, any pain he could cause her was just retribution. “Tell me, when you’re in bed with a guy, do you call them Daddy? Does that help you?”
“I wouldn’t know,” She muttered, her mood shifting suddenly. “I’ve only had sex with one guy. Guess you’re right. No one’s crazy enough to try something like that with me, well except the one” Adam had taken her virginity, but he had just been using her, so that ended with him naked on his cell floor, crying in pain after the last time they did it. Peter had kissed her, but it had ended there. She had wanted to back when she first met Gabriel…but that had never come up. They never even kissed before today, and now it was all wrong. So she probably wouldn’t get to enjoy sex and romance the way most girls did, she was pretty sure she could live with that. She’d just focus on being the perfect agent, proving herself to her father once and for all. That could be enough, right?
“I was, once.” He admitted, realizing what her weakness was now. It was so simple. She just wanted to be love. Like he had. If he could exploit that, he could make sure she helped him get his powers back. Maybe there was hope yet. “You really were beautiful. Like an angel. Much prettier than the girl I had dated back in high school. She broke up with me a week before the prom, saying that she couldn’t be seen at such an event with the son of a watchmaker.” He could provide these little embarrassing truths if it made himself look vulnerable to her. “You know that night you came with the ziti, I thought if I played my cards right I could make love to you. My own perfect angel.” He laughed softly. “But things turned out a little differently.”
Elle’s face faltered at that. Was he telling the truth, was he being sincere? It was so hard to tell. It’s not like she had never imagined what would have happened if she hadn’t brought Trevor that night. She imagined his hands being soft, gently, determined to make her work right, just like the mechanics of a clock. She imagined lying in his arms, feeling loved. But she had been a coward, she had betrayed him, and either one of them dwelling on what could have been wasn’t any good now.
She filled up a glass of water and handed him a couple of pills. “These will help you sleep through the night.”
And then she turned and headed into the other bedroom, sighing softly. This job was turning out to be harder than she had planned.