Fanfiction: Heroes: Devil In A Miniskirt (Chapter 11)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Sylar woke up the next morning to Elle still asleep on his chest. He felt such a mix of emotions. Anger at himself for not finishing her off when he had the chance…and then something else too. He wasn’t quite sure what that other feeling was, except that he didn’t like it. What did her words matter? She was a dirty liar, trusting her would be like trusting a demon. And yet…he had to ask what she meant by that comment. What she meant when she said something about giving up him. It made it sound almost like...
Well, it made it almost sound like she cared about him or something like that, and he knew that couldn’t be right.
He shifted his body the best he could against the bindings, trying to rustle her awake. It took a few minutes, but finally blue eyes snapped open in annoyance. Sleeping Beauty had awoken. And she didn’t look too pleased about it either.
Elle gave his body a little shock as she looked up at him, her face still groggy with sleep. “What did you want? I was dreaming about Spock, and it was getting really hot so this better be good.”
Sylar laughed a little at that. Elle watched Star Trek? That…was a little unexpected, to say the very least. “You said something last night; I wanted to ask you about it.”
“Well, ask away,” She yawned a little, resting her head back on his chest once more. Elle made a mental note that maybe they should sleep like this more often. It was pretty comfy, to say the very least.
“When we were talking about sacrificing something, you mentioned me as something you’ve sacrificed. What the hell did you mean by that?” He almost regretted saying it as soon as he did. It made him sound…weaker than he would have liked, but at the same time, he had to know. Besides, if she had feelings for him, he might be able to exploit them, use them to his advantage.
“I…” Elle bit her lip, and for once, she looked vulnerable. Unsure. Not in control like she had been since they arrived in this stupid shack in the middle of nowhere. Sylar couldn’t help but smirk a little to himself at that. “I cared about Gabriel a lot. Which surprised me. He was just supposed to be a job.”
Sylar raised a brow. “Why are you speaking as if Gabriel isn’t me?”
Elle rolled her eyes a little at that. “Because he’s not. He was sweet and innocent, but you’re dark and dangerous, not that that doesn’t have an appeal all of its own, mind you. But Gabriel. He worshipped me. He would have done anything for me. I didn’t know how to handle that. Something so fragile. It couldn’t last. So I chose to take the easy way out. I followed orders and destroyed the one thing I might have been able to love. And I created you. A demon made from an angel. You’re much better suited for me now than Gabriel was then.”
“Is that why you took on thi-“ But before Sylar could even finish his question, he heard the familiar ring of Elle’s cell phone.
Elle sighed, climbing off of him. “Rain check on the rest?” She asked with a grin as she went to the other room to take the call.
Sylar sighed. He knew that was her way of not so subtly telling the conversation wasn’t going to be continued when she finished up her phone call. Damn. He laid his head on the pillow, listening for the bits of Elle’s side of the conversation that he could pick up on.
“Daddy, I can take care of it myself.”
“Daddy, I told you, he’s still healing.”
“No, Daddy, you don’t need to send other agents here to help me. I can take of this myself.”
And then he head Elle sigh heavily and snap the phone closed.
She made her way back out, looking at him. “If I untie you, can I trust you not to try to kill me again?”
Sylar smirked a little. “I refuse to make promises I may be unable to keep.”
Elle laughed and began to undo the bindings. “Fair enough, but you need to rest t he best you can for the next day or two. Things have just gotten a little more complicated. We might have to make a run for it.”
Sylar raised a brow slightly at that. What did she mean by that, exactly? He had no idea, but whatever she was talking about, it sounded sort of ominous, and he was not appreciating that vibe whatsoever.
“Why the hell would we have to do a thing like that? Exactly what’s going on, Elle?”
“You see, Daddy thinks I’m going to take you back to Primatech….I’m supposed to do that, but that was never my plan. But now he seems to be catching onto my motives, because he’s sending in a couple of other agents to “assist” me with my mission. Which means, they’re going to try to take you from me.”
“And we couldn’t have that,” Sylar drawled sarcastically, sitting up in the bed to meet her eyes.
“Of course not,” She purred, taking a step in to press a kiss against his lips briefly. “I still have so much to teach you. And if they take you from me, I’ll never get to do it. And that would be a shame, don’t you think?”
“I’m not sure a shame is how I would put it, but sure, it’d be something.” Sylar didn’t like the idea of relying on Elle more than he could throw her, but without his powers, he kind of had to rely on her. If he tried to go against Company agents by himself like this, he’d probably get caught. So he’d play along with Elle’s game. “So where are we going, if not back to Daddy Dearest?”
“We’re going to visit an old friend of yours. That one you got so defensive about before,” Elle’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Dr. Suresh. He should be able to find you a cure. We just have to get to New York.”
“And where exactly are we right now anyways?” Sylar found himself asking a question he probably should have asked a long time ago. But oh well. Better late than never, he supposed.
“Mexico.”
“So, you want us to drive from here to New York without killing one another?”
Elle smiled. “How bad can it be?”
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Sylar woke up the next morning to Elle still asleep on his chest. He felt such a mix of emotions. Anger at himself for not finishing her off when he had the chance…and then something else too. He wasn’t quite sure what that other feeling was, except that he didn’t like it. What did her words matter? She was a dirty liar, trusting her would be like trusting a demon. And yet…he had to ask what she meant by that comment. What she meant when she said something about giving up him. It made it sound almost like...
Well, it made it almost sound like she cared about him or something like that, and he knew that couldn’t be right.
He shifted his body the best he could against the bindings, trying to rustle her awake. It took a few minutes, but finally blue eyes snapped open in annoyance. Sleeping Beauty had awoken. And she didn’t look too pleased about it either.
Elle gave his body a little shock as she looked up at him, her face still groggy with sleep. “What did you want? I was dreaming about Spock, and it was getting really hot so this better be good.”
Sylar laughed a little at that. Elle watched Star Trek? That…was a little unexpected, to say the very least. “You said something last night; I wanted to ask you about it.”
“Well, ask away,” She yawned a little, resting her head back on his chest once more. Elle made a mental note that maybe they should sleep like this more often. It was pretty comfy, to say the very least.
“When we were talking about sacrificing something, you mentioned me as something you’ve sacrificed. What the hell did you mean by that?” He almost regretted saying it as soon as he did. It made him sound…weaker than he would have liked, but at the same time, he had to know. Besides, if she had feelings for him, he might be able to exploit them, use them to his advantage.
“I…” Elle bit her lip, and for once, she looked vulnerable. Unsure. Not in control like she had been since they arrived in this stupid shack in the middle of nowhere. Sylar couldn’t help but smirk a little to himself at that. “I cared about Gabriel a lot. Which surprised me. He was just supposed to be a job.”
Sylar raised a brow. “Why are you speaking as if Gabriel isn’t me?”
Elle rolled her eyes a little at that. “Because he’s not. He was sweet and innocent, but you’re dark and dangerous, not that that doesn’t have an appeal all of its own, mind you. But Gabriel. He worshipped me. He would have done anything for me. I didn’t know how to handle that. Something so fragile. It couldn’t last. So I chose to take the easy way out. I followed orders and destroyed the one thing I might have been able to love. And I created you. A demon made from an angel. You’re much better suited for me now than Gabriel was then.”
“Is that why you took on thi-“ But before Sylar could even finish his question, he heard the familiar ring of Elle’s cell phone.
Elle sighed, climbing off of him. “Rain check on the rest?” She asked with a grin as she went to the other room to take the call.
Sylar sighed. He knew that was her way of not so subtly telling the conversation wasn’t going to be continued when she finished up her phone call. Damn. He laid his head on the pillow, listening for the bits of Elle’s side of the conversation that he could pick up on.
“Daddy, I can take care of it myself.”
“Daddy, I told you, he’s still healing.”
“No, Daddy, you don’t need to send other agents here to help me. I can take of this myself.”
And then he head Elle sigh heavily and snap the phone closed.
She made her way back out, looking at him. “If I untie you, can I trust you not to try to kill me again?”
Sylar smirked a little. “I refuse to make promises I may be unable to keep.”
Elle laughed and began to undo the bindings. “Fair enough, but you need to rest t he best you can for the next day or two. Things have just gotten a little more complicated. We might have to make a run for it.”
Sylar raised a brow slightly at that. What did she mean by that, exactly? He had no idea, but whatever she was talking about, it sounded sort of ominous, and he was not appreciating that vibe whatsoever.
“Why the hell would we have to do a thing like that? Exactly what’s going on, Elle?”
“You see, Daddy thinks I’m going to take you back to Primatech….I’m supposed to do that, but that was never my plan. But now he seems to be catching onto my motives, because he’s sending in a couple of other agents to “assist” me with my mission. Which means, they’re going to try to take you from me.”
“And we couldn’t have that,” Sylar drawled sarcastically, sitting up in the bed to meet her eyes.
“Of course not,” She purred, taking a step in to press a kiss against his lips briefly. “I still have so much to teach you. And if they take you from me, I’ll never get to do it. And that would be a shame, don’t you think?”
“I’m not sure a shame is how I would put it, but sure, it’d be something.” Sylar didn’t like the idea of relying on Elle more than he could throw her, but without his powers, he kind of had to rely on her. If he tried to go against Company agents by himself like this, he’d probably get caught. So he’d play along with Elle’s game. “So where are we going, if not back to Daddy Dearest?”
“We’re going to visit an old friend of yours. That one you got so defensive about before,” Elle’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Dr. Suresh. He should be able to find you a cure. We just have to get to New York.”
“And where exactly are we right now anyways?” Sylar found himself asking a question he probably should have asked a long time ago. But oh well. Better late than never, he supposed.
“Mexico.”
“So, you want us to drive from here to New York without killing one another?”
Elle smiled. “How bad can it be?”