| Appearences by: | Elle and Sylar |
| Season: | Season 1 |
| Episode #: | 5 |
| Date: | October 29, 2006 |
| Total Deaths: | 3 |
Warning: Amazing sexual situations abound, and trust the Niagra is flowing in full force.
Elle
Vegas. Normally one would've been thrilled to come to such a vibrant town where money, sex, and drugs ran rampant but when you didn't have anyone to enjoy it with… it pretty much sucked. Caleb was left behind to babysit the two losers they'd picked up in Odessa (Claire and Casey), well it wasn't so much that. More so that she snuck out. Was it so bad to want to not be cooped up in a hotel room with them. The most action she got was when they were in the Casino when pom-pom try to make her great, failed escape only to have Caleb ruin her good time moments before. What was so wrong with making new friends? As far as she was concerned she really didn't have any. Elle wanted something akin to what Pom-Pom and Super Homo had. And yes we all knew Casey was gay, maybe Caleb didn't realize it for some odd reason but he screamed it. True he wasn't flamboyant as those you see on TV but it was Elle's nature to recognize such things. By this point she was walking along the busy, tourist loaded streets. Wearing a short black mini skirt, an off the shoulder red top, and "fuck me" heels, she generated quite the admires from various men and women alike. A soft delicate yet deceptively deadly hand would come up to brush her silky blonde hair from her face, "Now where am I off to…"
Sylar
Yes…Las Vegas. A city of monsters and demons, all looking to indulge their seedy vices. Searching for something to fill that empty void, and hoping that the answer would be found underneath the lace panties of a prostitute…or at the bottom of their scotch glass. He too, was hoping to fill a void. There was an emptiness inside of him, a voracious beast that wished to consume until there was nothing left. Knowledge…power…these things he wished to have, by any means necessary. This hunger for more was what motivated him, what kept him on this path. And was also what had lead him here. Originally, he'd been searching for a girl. A cheerleader, though one of a…unique variety. She was different, special, traits he'd desired all of his life. And so he'd shown up with the intention of taking that away, taking it for himself. But he'd been prevented from his goal, all because of one woman. But it wasn't her skill or ability that had managed to overcome him. No, strangely, it had been her face. It had resonated with something inside of him, a part of him that he'd long since forgotten. He didn't want to understand it, however. He just wanted these thoughts..thoughts of her, to stop. She was an obstacle, a barrier, and he needed to destroy it. Clothed in all black, the man easily dipped through the crowd, following Elle as she travelled. She was beautiful, he wouldn't deny that. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd look just as beautiful with her brain exposed.
Elle
Probably. She did have undeniable beauty, but that little cutting her open thing? So wasn't going to happen. Gabriel… I mean Sylar shouldn't have underestimated her the way that he had, of course she knew when she was being followed. After all she was raised to be a company girl. The identity of her assailant however was a different story. To make things easier on herself she entered a well lit Starbucks and ordered a Caramel Macchiato and a blueberry muffin. When her order was prepared and handed to her she sat in a corner in the back. It gave her a nice view of the entire store. To appear even more nonchalant she picked up a nearby magazine (Seventeen) and began to fake read it.
Sylar
For the most part, he knew nothing of the Company. Sure, he knew that people had been seeking to capture and detain him for months now, though whether it be the FBI, CIA, or even some mysterious company mattered not. In the end, they were all insignificant. And he, well, he was special. Watching from across the street as she entered the Starbucks, the collar of his coat was turned up, ambiguous baseball cap pulled over his eyes as he made his way over the crosswalk. Hm…Starbucks. Figures she'd be the trendy type. He ordered a muffin as well, banana nut, before moving to sit at one of the tables and eat nonchalantly, though his eyes were for her, only her. Almost against his will, steel gaze travelled from those delicious heels along her legs and thighs, before the treat was cut off abruptly by the mini skirt. Clearing his throat, Sylar looked away, suddenly interested in the untouched muffin. He'd kill her.
Elle
Yeah she was the trendy type and he was the geekish type who never got out of the house. Imagine that. Sure enough the man's seating and position certainly alerted her that he was indeed following her. Eyes would glance up quick once to notice him staring in her general direction. A normal girl would've found all this to be way too creepy, but Elle wasn't a normal girl. In fact she was flattered and couldn't wait to meet this guy. Though something struck her as being odd. Didn't what's his face wear a baseball cap quite like that when he basically tortured Claire and killed her ugly Cheer friend? Memories of that day caused her to giggle noticeably. There was so much blood it was almost orgasmic. She'd certainly like to have a crack at Sylar wasn't like he got Claire's power so she actually stood a decent chance. Finishing up her meal she stood and being the daring kind of girl she was she walked to the exit closest to him. When she was just next to him, she dropped her purse on purpose. "Oh crap…" bending over in his face she picked it up and walked out the door.
Sylar
It wasn't like he didn't have a hobby to keep himself preoccupied. He got plenty of exercise when he was tracking down and murdering people all over the country. The night of Claire's Homecoming brought a smile to his face as well, as infuriating as it'd been. To think…he could have continued his crusade for all eternity, with an ability such as that. Still, all good things came in time. And for now, he had this pretty young thing to play with. He actually wouldn't mind a fair fight, although when it came to this one..well..he wasn't so sure. Despite the thrill her ability gave him, it was her appearance that made him weary. Or rather, the effect it had on his psyche. Watching as she approached, his dark eyes barely followed her, though suddenly widening when she had the audacity to bend over right before. He couldn't help it, he licked his lips, refusing to rip his eyes away from the sight of her ass. Legs shifted underneath the table, Sylar waiting only a few moments before slowly sliding out of his chair and initiating pursuit once more. What…what was that? Had she done it on purpose? Or was she just always that careless. Even so, he could feel another sort of hunger rising within him, feelings so unfamiliar they felt foreign. He desired much more than her ability, or her death, that much he couldn't deny. Again, almost subconsciously, his body began to react of its own accord. Index finger barely lifted from its place at his side, Elle feeling a soft force suddenly press against her pussy through her panties.
Elle
Smirking at the little display she did, she caught a glimpse of her stalker from the glare of a window. He just wasn't one to give up was he? Neither was she. Though she didn't even know what she was suppose to be doing anymore. Sapphire eyes quickly scanned the area looking for a place to go. Maybe a dark alley? No. That screamed come rip my head open. Perhaps as sho— WOAH! What the fuck was that? Looking behind her she saw the man still following her and she gave him a somewhat shocked look with her mouth slightly ajar. Pedestrians whizzed passed her but her focus remained on him. Slowly that looked turned into a sly smirk before she turned around. "…Two can play that game." And how fun this game was going to be. Envisioning the screams, and the bright blue electricity coursing through his body shredding ever fiber of his being apart she was almost giddy with joy. Coming out tonight was a good idea after all. Her next move would be to go sit on a bench in front of an ice cream shop, it would serve as a place to get a nice cold treat later. Maybe a slusho if they had any. I think now it was safe to say that the man following her knew very well that she was aware.
Sylar
A small smirk of pleasure crossed his features as he watched her reaction, before he was instantly berating himself. What the hell was he doing? This was supposed to be a simple endeavor. Kill the girl, take her power, find Claire, repeat. And here he was…enjoying himself. Toying with her. Yet again, she'd managed to get underneath his skin, even if the woman didn't know it herself. He needed to understand this underlying connection between the two of them, something that frustrated Sylar to no end. His ability allowed him to understand systems, both minute and complex. So why was it that this…thing continued to elude his understanding? It was infuriating. Hand clenching into a fist as his thoughts raged on, he watched as she sat down in front of the shop. How could she be so nonchalant, knowing that he was after her? Silently he sat down beside her, removing the hat and flicking it skillfully into the nearby trash. Elbows rested on his knees, fingertips together as he looked straight ahead. "… Nice show, in the coffee store. Almost makes me regret what I'm going to do to you….almost." He turned his head, eyeing her with a cool expression. "I'm going to rip your pretty little skull off." He said it matter-of-factly, facing back straight. "We can even make it a game. You have a thirty second head start." And then he rose one finger, ticking it back and forth slowly. "Time's a'wastin."
Elle
When he sat down, Elle stared at him and smiled, "You must really like what you see or else you wouldn't be following me nearly this much." Was she scared? No of course not. Why should she be? "What you're going to do to me? A girl could take that in soo many different ways you know." Not being one to respect boundary issues she grabbed his much larger than hers hand, and played with his fingers. Giggling at his supposed future prediction she scooted closer to him. "Silly puppy, if we play a game I'm only going to end up winning anyways. Why set yourself up for failure…" she looked up in the air as if she were pondering her next response. "You know, like homecoming!" This was said cheerfully. "Let's face it you're not scaring anyone with that lame hat and your less than flattering fetish for black." Looking at his face she could detect some sense of familiarity but she couldn't quite place it. Point of the matter was she liked what she saw. A lot. "I think you're the one who should be asking for the head start." Did he honestly think facing her would be like facing Claire? Please.
Sylar
"Something like that." He was not used to this, not at all. It was about at this point that his "victim" would be screaming in fear and begging for their lives. Not trying to hold a full-blown conversation and smiling at him. He was distracted by the feel of her soft fingers playing with his hand, noting just how familiar (albeit vaguely) the action was. "Really, you shouldn't take me so lightly. I'm not some friendly little stalker that's going to rape you in the alley and leave you lying in a gutter." Amazing how he could compare somebody that would do such a thing to one of the 'good guys'. "I'm the monster. The bad guy. The villain of the story." He wasn't quite sure who he was trying to convince at this point. Her or himself. She threw him off of his game, and he didn't like that. It didn't help that he was checking her out every chance he got. Her final words brought him back to reality, however, lips setting into a scowl before he lifted a single finger. She'd feel her head locked into place, before it was slowly turned so that she was facing the street. She'd feel his lips almost pressed against her ear, soft flesh brushing against it with every word as he whispered. "Don't toy with me."
Elle
"Right… you're just the friendly stalker with poor taste in fashion. I get it perfectly." Her jabbing remarks were sure to be getting to him at this point, but that wasn't something she really caught on to with people. If his feelings were hurt then boo hoo that was on him. Not her problem that he just couldn't deal. The monster, the villain, the bad guy? "That's what you call yourself. More like pathetic guy gone psycho with some overwhelming need to make himself relevant." She had no idea how close to the truth she really was. Maybe it was a good guess, or maybe he was just easy to read. "This little chat has been nice, but I think it's best that I move on to bigger and certainly more interesting things." And with that last comment her head was held in place. Yet her body language still was that of one who was completely comfortable. "Or what?" Silly him, he'd forgotten that her hand was still clasped with his. Just like that she'd send stinging electricity in his body. Involuntary muscle contractions would set in and he'd find it impossible to let go of her. The hands were a very sensitive area full of nerves. The tiniest electrical shock would cause him to squeeze her tighter thus prolonging his pain. It was sorta like how people who grabbed onto power lines before they fell remained on after they were a charring heap, though this time her intention wasn't to kill, merely to mess with and inflict a little pain and suffering.
Sylar
If there was one thing in this world that he hated more than anything else, it was when he was forced to face his own meager backgrounds. Gabriel Gray, the son of a watchmaker. Destined to grow up and follow in the footsteps of his long gone father, leading the same miserable, mediocre life. His jaw clenched tightly, fingers in his right hand flexing as though he were about to rip open her skull right then and there. But there would be none of that, muscles spasming as he found the hand holding her own clamping down tightly, expression drawn and pained. He tried to force her back, attempting to send out a wave of telekinetic force to put some distance between the two. But he wasn't so sure on how effective this method would be, considering the fact that all he could concentrate on was the pain. And yet, again, there was a sense of familiarity. Déja vu. And with iron will and stammering lips, he managed to force out a sentence. "..W-who are..y..you?"
Elle
"Elle…" she let out almost immediately. There was no explaining it, but she was drawn to him. Maybe it was a connection from one psycho to another or something like that. Yeah his whole telekinesis thing, another fail. She moved in closer to him resting her chin on his shoulder. There was no point in asking who he was, for the most part she knew that already. Gotta thank the company for that. "So… what's a sexy serial killer such as yourself doing way out here?" It was sad that knowing what he was she still flirted with him. Then again it was Elle… Another hand came upwards as she ran a finger through his black hair, the current she still had running through him never letting up. Suddenly she'd start giggling, "You make funny faces when you're hurt…"
Sylar
Elle. Another piece of the puzzle. Because it was the very same name that had wandered into his memories randomly ever since the night of the homecoming. But how…why? It couldn't have been an ability, he didn't have anything of the sort in his repertoire. They'd never met..he would definitely have taken her ability if that were the case. Despite the pain that wracked his body, he felt a strange comfort in her resting against him, compounded by the urge to break her neck for putting him through this in the first place. A lump rose in his throat as he swallowed heavily, trying to force himself to at least make coherent sentences. "Claire…her p-power…you." He practically gasped out those last few words, gritting his teeth once more. The way she taunted him…he'd definitely make her pay when he survived this. Oh and yes, he would survive this. That made one of them, anyways.
Elle
The way he jumbled his words up reminded her of Caleb a little bit. "What about Claire? I'd hardly consider her to be important. It's all about me now." Now she would position herself on top of him, legs on either side of him as she stared at him. By this point she'd take away the pain so he could speak, that still wasn't to say that he would have full control of his movements. The hand that hand been moving through his hair now was caressing the side of his face, as she stared into the pools of darkness he called eyes, and my did she want to swim in them. There was nothing like a good dose of chaos. Maybe if she let him live they could cause some mayhem together that would be fun. No one else ever let her do stuff like that on her own.
Sylar
"She's not important. I just want her ability. And that's all I want with you." But how could he expect her to buy that line, when he didn't even believe it himself? Maybe before, but definitely not now, not while he was questioning the sanctity of his own memories. Another lick of his lips when she came to drape herself over his body, hands reluctantly coming to grip her thighs tightly, as though the grip would help him gain some measure of control over himself. He felt the pain fade away, and his fingers twitched yet again. Do it…kill her now. Kill her and move on. It's so simple, she's so close… But it was because she was so close that he was reluctant to act. Her blue eyes had captivated his own, her body warm and forgiving. He found his head leaning forward, but only to rest his cheek against the side of her own, nostrils flaring as he breathed in deeply, again trying to hold onto a semi-balance of self control. "What the hell do you want from me?"
Elle
"That's all you want? For a minute there I thought you had different thoughts entirely…" She was speaking of his telekinetic probing of her now moist pussy. The situation just held so much sexual energy. And was he honestly that dumb to try to kill her in a well lit area, in front of an ice creams shop with customers? Probably. At least he was right about one thing, and that was the insignificance of the cheerleader. "Hey, you were the one following me, I didn't want anything from you, but now that you're here…" she began in a childish sing song manner. "Maybe I can make you my pet…" dipping forward she brushed her lips against his as she slipped her tongue in tasting him before pulling away with an electric crackle. Sometimes you just had to take what you wanted, and she had been meaning to do that for over five minutes now.
Sylar
"…" He didn't have any response to that, because the words that would have escaped from his mouth would have been a complete and total lie. He had meant to do that to her, earlier. He'd wanted to do that. And he didn't know why. It didn't help that his own libido was increasing, despite (or rather because of) the current situation. There she was, miniskirt splayed over his lap, legs on either side of him. His dick was already hardening, the course material of his dark pants rising up to slide against her inner thigh. "Your pe-" Whatever irritated remark he'd been about to make was lost as their lips met, Sylar leaning into the kiss before he'd even fully understood what had taken place. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, holding it for as long as possible before she was pulling away. He found himself holding his breath afterwards, eyes half-lidded as he relished in the experiences. "…Get the fuck off of me." And Elle was pushed off of him, if she didn't move fast enough. But then her hand was in his own, and he was pulling her down the street at a brisk pace, shouldering past several men and women and barreling them over.
Elle
The feel of his dick on the side of her thigh was a definite turn on, "Looks like someone's happy…" Even though she liked it when she was in control it was nice when someone else tried to fight for that same position of power. It was the inborn predatory instinct within her urging for a competition of sorts. Instead of getting off of him as commanded she just stayed there smiling As if he really wanted that. Please. But he pushed her away but no sooner than he did that was she being pulled away. Rather than resist her legs followed after him. She was so much shorter than him that it took three steps from her to cover the same distance to his one. "Hey slow down! Where are we going anyways?"
Sylar
"Stop talking." He gave an insistent pull on her hand, still leading her down the street, though he would actually slow down his pace so that she could at least manage to keep up. Didn't want her breaking an ankle. Hm, as if he would care. Their destination was soon made clear, as he lead her into the lobby of a hotel. It was deserted, save the overeager attendee standing behind the counter. Gruffly, Sylar stared down the man, who'd been eye-fucking Elle since she came in. "We need a room." ~Well what are you looking for? We got the standard room. Got a honeymoon suite for the newlyweds! Ummm the julius caesar suite is a real seller..~ "It doesn't matter. Just give me a room." ~Or there's the deluxe service package. Comes with our continental breakfast, free laun~" And then he was forced to gurgle on his own blood as a deep slit cut open his throat, eyes dimming as both hands reached for the afflicted area. Releasing Elle's hand, Sylar stepped around the desk, kicking the body underneath and concealing it from view before he grabbed one of the keys from the board. "Come on." She was lead to the elevator now, the serial killer hitting the button for the fifth floor before crossing his arms and waiting impatiently for it to rise.
Elle
A hotel? Maybe he did have other things on his mind. The guy at the desk was kind of cute, and she giggled and waved at him. Sylar probably wouldn't like that but oh well. "Oooh we should get the continental breakfast. That'll be—" and then he killed him. The blood show was certainly entertaining and she giggled. "Jeez thanks, now I guess we wont be having that breakfast…" She didn't know whether she should be upset or not. "Can I kill someone?" She asked, usually everyone else got to kill but had a problem when she did it, which totally wasn't fair. "Make sure you get the deluxe suite!" She exclaimed watching him grab the keys. The view from there had to be amazing. Following him to the elevator she groaned as he pressed the fifth floor. "Fifth floor? That doesn't seem very deluxey to me…"
Sylar
For what seemed like the hundredth time that evening, Elle's behavior had caught him off-guard. What kind of girl giggled and laughed at the sight of a man having his throat ripped out? "…We can still get breakfast." And now he hated himself even more for even suggesting that in the first place. A single brow arched in trademark fashion as she asked his permission to kill someone, shoulders barely rising in response. "…Why would you feel the need to ask me? I'm not your damn father. Kill whoever you want." And then she was complaining about the suite. So he pressed the button for the top floor instead, where all of the luxury rooms were. Why did he care about her being pleased? He fully intended on ending her life that evening, "other plans" or not. Which brought him back to his comment about breakfast. ..God she needed to die.
Elle
"Well excuse me… didn't know it was that time of the month…" She said folding her arms and rolling her eyes at him. Still that was good to know. At least he allowed her, her freedom if you don't count the whole pulling her all the way to the hotel part rather than letting her walk on her own. She would've followed anyways. Eyes lit up as he hit the button for the top floor, and she squealed. "I wonder if there are free movies. We should watch a movie!" She looked up at him eager for his reply, whether he said no or not really wasn't an issue. She was going to watch a movie regardless. He could always leave if he wanted to. Wait… he planned to kill her… well she could kill him or paralyze him and watch the movie anyways. Problem solved. The minute those elevator doors opened she blasted this one couple who'd just been walking by, leaving their ashy remains behind. "That was way cooler than what you did." Stepping out on the elevator she looked at him ready to follow him when he got out. Wasn't like she knew where they were off to.
Sylar
He ignored her comment, looking adamantly at the small monitor that told them what floor they were on. This was feeling like less and less of a smart plan, and it hadn't been that intelligent in the first place. "A movie? You want to do wha-" His outburst had been cut off by the doors opening, following by a young pair being blasted into dust within seconds. He hadn't realized that her ability was that powerful, she could have killed him at any given moment. That just made him all the more intrigued. His forgotten anger reappeared when she nonchalantly spoke of how much more impressive her display of power was in comparison to his own. Quivering hand rose, finger slanting to the left as Elle found her back forcefully pressed into the wall and pinned, with Sylar pressing his body into her own. "This is not a date. Im not your little pathetic toy craving attention. You're here because I want something." And then his furious expression was lost, because he was pressing his lips roughly against her own, almost snarling as one of his hands snatched at her blonde hair. His white teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, biting down fiercely before he ran his tongue over the injured, pink tier, only to slide it deep into her mouth.
Elle
"If this isn't a date then what is it? It's not everyday that a guy takes you to a deluxe hotel for movies and breakfast." Well he hadn't agreed to that movie part but still. Everything was all a game to her, she couldn't find the need to be remotely scared in this situation, and this his lips were on hers. The small growl he gave turned her on in ways indescribable. She still wasn't all to use to guys making such forward advances on her so when he kissed her she was a little surprised but that didn't last long. Something abut him just drew her in, and she didn't know why. Eyes closed as she allowed him to have invade her mouth, soft moans being released at the bite to her lip. Electricity was naturally coming from her and shocking his mouth and tongue, her power was like foreplay to her and this was as good a time as any to use it. Did she feel guilty about cheating on Caleb? No, not really. This situation was different, there was something…more. Though they'd best be getting to their room now. As hot as this is, she didn't expect to be fucked in the middle of a hallway. The corpses were a nice incentive though.
Sylar
While originally, the idea did sound rather nice and romantic, you really had to think about the ramifications behind it. He was a serial killer who'd just slaughtered the man behind the front desk for a key, and after this was over, had every intention on leaving her minus one skull cap. Or so he said. Her hair was pulled violently, jerking her head to the right before his hungry lips were sucking and biting at the smooth, exposed flesh of her neck. Despite her lack of vocalization, he too realized that perhaps this wasn't the best place to fuck, despite how incredible turned on he was by the thought. His hands decided to take things upon themselves, staring at her neck before sliding downwards, flowing over her breasts and squeezing roughly before trailing over her belly, following the curves of her hips. The miniskirt was a hassle, one he'd rectify later on. Exploring underneath the flimsy, black material, they curled around the ample flesh of her ass before hoisting her into the air, Sylar attacking her lips once more as he stumbled and moved towards the honeymoon suite.
Elle
It was kind of like déja-vu, as if they'd done this whole little dance before. She grinded her hips into his, "Sylar…" she moaned his name over and over reveling in the feelings he were inflicting upon her. Though staying in the hotel where they just killed people at (and there were sure to be cameras) wasn't such a good idea. The police, FBI, or whoever the fuck would certainly be coming after him… and then no doubt her. He should've thought about the consequences, ditch the lame cap? Not such a good idea. "I take it you like being rough… good… me too." As he kissed on her she bit down on the space between his neck and left shoulder leaving a good dental impression in the skin. She sighed against him as he carried her away. This was going to be so much fun.
Sylar
Maybe that was why it all seemed so familiar to him. He felt as if he knew every single part of her body, as though it had been branded into his very being. His name was honey on her lips, a shiver running throughout his body all the way down to his stiffened cock every time she spoke it. He didn't care about any of that…not right now. They weren't important, they'd never been important. "You have…no idea." His fingers dug into the creamy surface of her ass, nails leaving behind crescent moon-shaped marks as she sank her teeth into his neck. It hurt so good…a oxymoronic expression, but an appropriate one. His head lolled back out of ecstasy, Elle thrust up against the door of the room they should have been entering. He lowered her just slightly, only so that he could thrust his hips forward, crushing his concealed dick into her pussy, frustrated by the barrier. She'd feel the hem of her shirt begin to rise, cool air washing over her exposed belly, despite the fact that his hands were still preoccupied with kneading her ass cheeks.
Elle
The thrusting against her caused her to moan out in anticipation, stinging sparks jumping off of her form onto him. She was panting heavily and a slow smile was forming on her face. Lucky for him she wasn't one of those girls with any inhibitions who backed out at the last minute. Elle was all about giving herself pleasure. Selfish though it may have been this occasionally proved to be beneficial to those she dealed with. Person in question: Sylar. "Hurry up and fuck me will ya?" Never before had she been the patient type to just let this idle foreplay go on… not unless she was the one initiating it. They needed to get in the suite now, and make it to a bed pronto.
Sylar
He was no stranger to pain, so the sparks were just imagined as a new form of foreplay, one which he found that he enjoyed very much. She was obviously an aggressive girl, just his type. Not that this would go farther than a good fuck and a future crime scene. Wouldn't have mattered if she wanted to back out, at this point Sylar wouldn't have taken no for an answer. Or he would have just been that much quicker to end her life, rather. There was a dangerous glint in his eye when she rushed him, one of his hands coming to lightly wrap around her throat, though there was a pressure beginning to apply itself that had nothing to do with the limb. "You have no say here." And yet, after that moment, his lips were dragging over her collar bone, as the doorknob twisted and gave way of its own accord. The conjoined pair stumbled into the room, Sylar forcing her back against the bed before stepping away. Elle would find her clothes sliding away from her body, arms forced up so the red top could effortlessly soar off of her frame. The skirt and panties were soon to follow, leaving her a naked goddess on the king sized mattress. Sylar wouldn't join her, however, not just yet. Instead the chair in the corner slid across the room, stopping his behind him before he fell into it. There was a brief moment of pause, and then, with a smirk, he lifted a single finger. Elle would feel what found like hundreds of hands and fingers all caressing her body. An invisible force caressed her breasts, kneading and playing with them as another tweaked her nipples, pulling and tugging on the rosy peaks. Her legs were massaged, invisible, featherlight kisses spreading upwards slowly. There were pinpricks of sensation rippling beneath her navel, traveling downwards to suddenly wash over her clit, that same force caressing her pussy lips and spreading them eagerly, before something unseen and forceful began to slide inside of her.
Elle
The deadly look he gave her only made her even wetter. It was just so sexy the way he did that. Even though he was choking her she was still grinding her hips against him. The roughness was something she liked. "If you say so…" she said with a roll of her eyes. Just who was he trying to scare exactly? Maybe he should've went to go find Claire and her lack of curves and assets instead. Falling against the bed she sighed and gave him a sincere smile, but when he started to back away her face twisted in worry, and she was trying to grab for him. "Wait… come back…" Yup…she was already attached. Funny how that worked. The removal of her clothes would come as a surprise and she'd sit back and watch admiringly. If he did have Claire's power she would've just burned the clothes off of him, that would've been hotter. Then that's when the "hands" started touching her. "Oh god…" throwing her head backwards she archer back, and moaned at the pinching of her nipples, and the fondling of her heat. With her legs wide open he could get a good look of just how wet for him she truly was. "C-come over here…." she panted. "I want you…" She squealed as she felt whatever it was enter her, and sparks were dancing across her smooth skin as she gripped the bed sheets tightly.
Sylar
They were a lot alike, in more ways than he would ever be willing to admit. He was a bit of a sadist himself, enjoying the feeling of watching his victims suffer. Sure, he could blame it on the hunger, but after this long..well…there was a part of his that thoroughly enjoyed torturing others. And this was just a variation of that same pleasure. Watching her squirm and writhe, knowing that he could make her moan with every "touch." It was the power, that got him excited. He'd long since pulled off his own jacket and shirt, belt unbuckling before he'd kicked his pants away as well. Pulling down the band of his boxers, thick cock would come springing out for Elle to see, hard meat throbbing intensely from the sight of her wet pussy spread wide for him. His fingers had curled around the length, pumping softly as he bit back a moan of pleasure. He didn't want her. He didn't enjoy this. He didn't even want to be here, doing this. So then why did he increase the force splitting apart her juicy cunt? Make it shove deeper inside of her? She'd feel her juices travel down between the cheeks of her ass, lead again by Sylar, making her plump rear wet and shiny. Oh god…fuck this. He wasn't going to deny himself. He moved near the head of the bed, standing on his knees before her and fixing her with that same glare. "Fuck my dick with your mouth."
Elle
Please. He didn't want to be here just as much as her. And they said that she was deluded…really now? Moaning and giggling at the same time she lifted her head up to look at him, and gave him her best seductive look. "C'mon…" she pleaded with him. When he stood up and began undressing her stomach did back flips she'd been waiting for this. As he walked over to her, she just kept her vision fixated on his dick. "Gimme, gimme!" Grabbing it once she'd jack it before pulling on it roughly balls and all and sinking her mouth down on it. "Mmm…" It was just so big and she could feel it pulsating in her mouth. Tongue was swishing from side to side licking the shaft as she slowly pulled away, the slippery appendage eventually flicking against the head. Big, baby blue eyes were staring up into his chocolate ones as she sucked eagerly. Suddenly she began to zap him with her mouth, the saliva coating his dick making the stinging so much more intense. He might've grew to like being sadistic but she was a natural sadist in and out. Who said you couldn't mix pain and pleasure? "How's that feel?" She asked pulling away still jacking him off. She placed one finger between both his balls and shocked him.
Sylar
His eyes had begun to close even before he felt her hands reaching for his dick, though the most brief of gasps did escape him when he felt the digits enclose around his dick. His history of intimacy was a brief chapter, and even then it had been nothing like this. She was so wild..so sexy..so seductive. He almost wanted to say that he was in love with her, but he knew that was just the sex-crazed mind of his talking. More like he lusted her…and oh god, did he now. Fingers came to intertwine in her blonde locks, dick throbbing as she actually took it in her mouth. "..Elle.." No…he hadn't meant to say that. He was in control, he was always in control. But "Oh god…" Fuck it. He began to thrust slowly in and out of her mouth, before his eyes shot open at the feeling of the electric jolts assaulting his dick. It was strange and painful, but he fucking loved it. His cock convulsed violently in her mouth, fingers tightening…and then she stopped. "What?" He was confused, what sort of question what that? "It was great…but I didn't tell you to stop." Her mouth popped up, and his cock head was ramming between her lips and moving to fill up her throat. At the same time, that same force plunged between her pussy lips, as a third suddenly spread her ass cheeks and filled up her hole in a single, rough motion.
Elle
She was about to give that big wide innocent smile of hers when suddenly his dick was ramming in and out of her mouth. Who the fuck died and made him boss? Fine… he can be the boss for about ten more minutes then she was taking over. Sucking on him furiously, she lost her rhythm and choked as whatever the fuck that was went deep in her ass hole. That was it! Before he would even have time to react a giant bolt hit him in the chest knocking him back against the wall. "I let you get an ounce of control and look what you do…" did he have any idea how badly shit like that hurt. You can't just dive into a girl's ass and expect her not to be in intense pain. Either he didn't care or he was just as naive when it came to sex as she was. Well she wasn't all that naive but still. Quickly running over to him, she sent a paralyzing current through his body, he didn't need to move while she had her way with him. "Bad puppy…" and just like that she hovered over him, and sank down swiftly on his dick. His member burying deep in her pussy.
Sylar
The feeling of her chocking down on his dick? Great. The feeling of her slamming him with a bolt of electricity and knocking him into the wall however, was not. He didn't even have time to be pissed off, however, because she was already straddling his boy and sending him into a state of paralysis. It wasn't as bad as earlier, considering he wasn't being constantly wracked with pain and convulsing. At least his mind was still clear…which meant he got to enjoy the feeling of her sopping wet mess descend down on his dick, cock head pushing deep inside of her. His cock pierced her slowly, it had to stretch her out, he was too big. But then again, Elle knew that. She knew how hard it was to wrap her lips around it, how it plunged in deep enough to make her throat bulge out. But now it was parting those tight walls, unused to such a monster. He would have moaned and thrust up into her, had he been able to move. But instead he just kept his chocolate eyes focused on her, gaze lustful and heated as he began to stimulate her clit with a simple thought.
Elle
And stimulate her he did. The pain was something that she'd just have to overcome. It was much easier to deal with that getting something instantly shoved in your ass. She was lost in his eyes as he just stared up at her. Leaning forward she kissed him, slipping her tongue inside of his mouth. Her hair was beginning to cling to her forehead as she continued to move up and down on him never stopping. Quite frankly serial killer dick was the best, not that she had many options to choose from but still. "I think I'm going to cum soon…" she stated. And with the added stimulation to her clit that's exactly what she did. Juices flowing out of her. "Gabriel…." she suddenly stopped recognizing what she'd just said. Why did she call him that?
Sylar
He didn't know what it was about her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, that captivated him. Or why they were so familiar, why SHE was so familiar. But it wasn't important, not right then. His basic motor functions had began to return by this point, sucking her tongue into his mouth before he slid his own out to play with it. Shakily he could slip his hand behind her head, holding her close while he lifted his hips up into her, driving his dick deeper into her body. "Me..too…" He'd only had sex, or done anything to this nature, a handful of times, so it was to be expected. The jolts from earlier alone had made his balls clench up, the same feeling he was getting right now. There was a great warmth in his belly, and as she drowned his dick in her juices, he was suddenly bursting inside of her. His thick, creamy seed filled her pussy up, flooding her with that same warmth, trapped inside of her with his dick acting like a cork. Sylar's head fell back against the floor, eyes closed as he enjoyed a moment of bliss. Wait. Both eyes rushed open, flashing dangerously as his lips set into a look of surprise and contempt. "What..did you just call me?"
Elle
She had a look of utter confusion on her face, "Gabriel?" It sounded like she was asking a question more than telling him what she'd say. This whole situation just got weird fast. It wasn't often that she'd call someone an entirely diff— wait no that happened once before, but she doubt she'd screw up with him. "I don't know…" Apparently the name obviously meant something to him, "…is that your name or something?" She asked innocently with a head tilt to the right. She could still feel the cum thick and warm within her and she didn't want to get up off of him but judging from the way he was looking at her he was definitely going to push her off soon. "…I think I know you." She wasn't sure entirely but it would explain the sense of familiarity, the fact that she had this overwhelming desire to stay with him, and the fact that he hadn't really tried to kill her yet and her him.
Sylar
The situation was definitely strange. Maybe it was due to the fact that they'd just had (admittedly the best of his life) sex, but…things just felt a little..surreal. "Once upon a time. But how would you know that?" He watched her suspiciously, though surprisingly he found himself content with lying underneath her. Her next sentence just confirmed everything he'd been thinking about for the past few hours, thought…it still didn't make any sense. "I was going to say the same. It's…the reason I came here. I…" And he grimaced at this point, regretting the words even before they fell from his lips. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. Kept seeing your face every time I closed my eyes. Hearing your voice, thinking your name, it was disgusting. Like some poorly crafted disney movie. But from where…how…it doesn't make sense."
Elle
Well he wasn't pushing her away or making any lame attempts to kill her. This was good. It meant that he had the same feeling that she did. Laying forward on his chest, she looked towards the wall thinking. "I don't know…" Paranoia was setting in. Maybe this was some sort of ability he had, to lower her defenses and go in for the kill when she least expected it…but that didn't seem right. There were all sorts of things that signal such a response, subconscious signs and signals that the conscious brain wouldn't be able to decipher. She looked up at him quickly when he revealed his reasons for traveling so far. "Disgusting, huh?" She asked in a somewhat sad voice. Now where was the smart comment that she would normally have? Being all…afflicted by some insult wasn't like her. She took them from Angela and Claire all the time, and dished them right back. "…Maybe I should just go." Standing up his dick slid out of her and his load dripped out of her as she walked towards the bathroom to clean herself up shutting the door without locking.
Sylar
He watched apathetically as she slid off of him, following her all the way to the bathroom. He didn't care…he didn't care at all. Now it was time to move in for the kill. Silently rising to his feet, he approached the bathroom door, the wood effortlessly gliding open to reveal his prey. There…he could end it right there. His arm rose…and then it came to wrap around her neck, forearm draping over her breast as he pulled her back into him. The other slid over her belly, holding her close as his lips brushed over her ear. "I can't…get you out of my mind. Every time I look at you, I just get…I get so angry. And I don't understand why. But then…there's something else. Something more. And then I find myself unable to stop looking at you. And worst of all…I find myself wanting to be with you."
Elle
When she just finished cleaning herself (which didn't take long) she just stood there trying to sort through these unusual feelings: sadness, disappointment…love? She really needed to get out of here and fast, before she could even think to turn around though there he was again wrapping her in his embrace. His voice was just so sexy… and soothing. He'd feel her stiffen and then relax almost instantly. All the attention she'd been getting these last couple of months certainly was unusual to say the least. And even though she already had a strong sense of self-worth and superiority, this made her feel…wanted. She didn't really have a super strong desire to be special as he did, but she wanted to be wanted. "Angry?" Why was that, did she fuck him over in the past or something? Probably so. Either that or she tried to kill him. Then his latest revelation made her gasp. "R-really?" Oddly enough she wanted the same thing… they seemed perfect for each other. Both crazy, both murderous, both have abilities, and both cold and calculating… hmm.
Sylar
There was obviously a mystery that needed to be solved here, but all in due time. He was actually enjoying the sensation of holding her in his arms, resting his chin atop her head as he watched their reflection in the mirror. "Hm. Perfect." They just fit together so perfectly, it was almost symmetrical. And the strangest part was the hunger…or the lack thereof. He could have sliced her open at any given moment, and yet the urge was gone. He didn't want her dead. Hell, he didn't even want her ability, and that was truly saying something. He hesitated when she inquired about his words, before giving a brief nod. "Yes." He was a demon, he knew that much. And if he was going to have the gates of hell biting at his heels, he might as well have her running alongside him. "I want you. With me."
Elle
A mystery in which she knew how to find the answers to, but all in due time indeed. With him holding her she felt so safe and protected. "What? …Us?" She looked at their reflection as well and stared into his eyes through the mirror. "I think I can see that." Slice her head open? Who would want to do a thing like that to her of all people? Well a ton of people but she was just so happy and pretty. Well she was no saint herself as he noticed back in the hallway so who was she to judge whether or not someone was evil or not. It wasn't her fault she was morally challenged though. "I think I have some loose ends to tie up…" she couldn't believe she was even suggesting this… taking out Caleb. "Never mind forget it, but I'll go with you." He was certainly going to have to get use to her endless taunts though and childish behavior…well she didn't think it was childish…
Sylar
"Speaking of loose ends…what are you going to do about Claire?" Or should he say, what was she going to do about the fact that she was the current target in his sights. They obviously had some sort of connection, she wouldn't have saved her otherwise. "I still want her ability, nothing will change that." If they were friends, he could at least…take it and just never tell her. of course, if she made the decision to stand in his way, well…they would cross that bridge if and when it came to it. Instead he spun her around slowly in his arms, hands falling to her waist as dipped to kiss her sweetly. "Your life will never be the same. I'm sort of a serial killer." And with the way he said this, shrugging and casting a grin, you'd think he'd just told her he was an accountant or a bus boy.
Elle
"Claire? I can care less about Pom-Pom. I saved her because I needed to not because I wanted to." Though she was NOT going to let him get her ability, the last thing they needed was him being mega unstoppable. She might've had a thing for him, but these spur of the moment unions could go down hill rather quickly. "I have nothing to do with that…" Did he honestly think they were friends after the way she was insulting the girl back at homecoming and laughing at her? Surely he had to overhear if indeed he'd been trailing her. Now he was bringing up the serial killer thing. "Oh my didn't notice…" she said sarcastically with a eye roll and a smirk. "I've killed my fair share of people…" more than likely more than him, she didn't just target specific people like he did. Not many were spared from her wrath and she didn't really need a reason to kill she just did it.
Sylar
"That's good to hear." Though it was probably for the best that she didn't tag on that last bit, Sylar wasn't inclined to take it well at all. Nothing would come between himself and that power. Not even a new love interest. And he hadn't exactly been focusing on the banter between the two, he had sort of been more so focused on trying to kill them. "Well, I did say sort of. I mean…it's not like I intend to kill them. It's just…sort of my thing." And then he was laughing, pressing his lips to hers once more. Only these two could joke and be entertained by the thoughts of killing innocent people. "It's a shame we're in love, truly. I'd love to pull a number like you did in the hallway. Which would mean…you know.." And then he drew his finger across her forehead, emphasizing his favorite pastime with a smirk. "And you're just too pretty for that."
Elle
Well talk about having a one track mind… he was that intent on killing them? She didn't know whether that said a lot or very little about him. If these two were honestly going to travel together there was going to be a lot of fighting of the painful kind anyways. This much she was certain. "Well killing them is the fun part… granted I don't really get the sadistic high from brains that much… but yeah…" She giggled. Kissing him passionately and snaking her tongue with his briefly. Smirking at his little joke regarding killing her she rolled her eyes. "Please, like you can really take me out…" He was right though, she was too pretty for that. And pretty people didn't die like that. "So what's on the agenda…lover."
Sylar
What else was he supposed to think about? Killing was all that he had left…aside from Elle, now. Not that he minded his lifestyle, who was he to complain? He got to travel…see new sights. Oh yeah, and work on his impersonation skills. "I don't know about sadistic high. Then again, you probably belong to the core group of people that believe me to be a zombie.." He snorted, nibbling on her tongue before it darted back inside of her own mouth. "…I could never kill you. Or rather I would never attempt to." A lie, or at least it wasn't the entire truth. Right then, there was no way he could have taken her life. But down to road..well…let's just hope he can keep it the truth. "Now? We sleep, and wake up to a continental breakfast. I want bacon."
Elle
"Well you are a zombie… basically. Eating brains kind o— OH FUCK!" She pulled away from him and started spitting in the toilet and putting her finger down her throat. A bit over dramatic but it couldn't be helped. "I-I… kissed you…" This little display was sure to annoy him, and after she failed to throw up for a third time she just gave up. Well Elle wasn't going to make any promises, because if push came to shove she'd kill him in a heartbeat. "Yeah…sleep… bacon… OOOH CAN WE HAVE WAFFLE?!" She practically shouted all of a sudden before bursting out of the bathroom and onto the bed to jump up and down on. It was all nice and bouncy.
Sylar
"…." He scratched at one of his eyebrows, watching her fool attempt to try and make herself throw up. What had he gotten himself into…? "You do realize I don't actually eat brains, right? That's disgusting." A common misconception, but he really didn't know where it had come from. There had been no proof that he ever ate the damn things. If they were going to make him into a serial killer, at least make it a normal one. "Waffles sound good." He slowly followed her explosive trail out of the bed, watching with a sort of annoyed amusement as she jumped up and down. With two fingers, she'd find herself tripped in mid-air, tumbling down softly atop of Sylar, who'd managed to slip into the bed at the last second. "Enough of that."
Elle
What the fuck was he trying to say. There was no such thing as a normal serial killer, and the most famous ones were cannibals… he was so full of shit. He cut open the skulls of his victims and 9 times out of 10 the brain was no where to be found. Like really now, wherever would they get such an idea. Hmmm. Still bouncing up and down on the bed she would suddenly loose her footing and fall on top on the man she was so interested in spending her time with now. "Such a party pooper… I'm guessing you were picked last for dodgeball a lot as a kid…" Smirking at him, she quickly jolted him on the nose and giggled. Yeah… he really got himself into something now. "Tell me a story!" She demanded. She knew about most of his kills being affiliated with the company and all but she wanted details.
Sylar
Okay, sure, he knew where they got the idea from. But it was a personal affront to his character, claiming that he was some sort of zombie man. Zombies were decrepit, haggard sacks of rotten flesh that moaned and stumbled around. He was an intelligent, handsome guy that liked cutting people open and examining their brain. Big difference. "I was, actually. They used to always break my glasses." She was like an overgrown child, it was sort of endearing..when it wasn't annoying. Twitching his nose, he thought back to one of his more entertaining endeavors, deciding on one in particular. "Hm. I suppose one of my older adventures should do the trick. I was stuck in some little hick town in Texas, Midland, on my way to visit sweet little Claire. I decided to make a little pit stop, to pick up a snack." And then he licked at his incisor, as though savoring the memory. "A redhead. Cute, in a homey sort of way. She worked in a diner. Everybody loved her, adored her really. She was talking to this asian guy..big head, chubby cheeks. And she went to the back…and I followed her. She was opening a can…and then I split her open. Blood just poured down her face, she didn't even have time to scream. She just collapsed…and then I took her ability." He looked at Elle now, moving to kiss her on the top of her head. "Sleepy now?"
Elle
The comparison of him and a zombie wasn't that far apart really… with what he was wearing and all. She giggled at the thought of the kids breaking his glasses. "Can't say I'm not surprised…" Actually she kind of was, how could someone so hot be picked on as a child? Maybe he took a while to grow into it. "Claire adorable… sounds to me like you're into the under 18 crowd, just so you know I'm 23… sorry if that ruins any underage fantasies you might have…" She was able to walk around Claire's school undetected after all, she looked way younger than she was. Maybe she teased him enough for one night, listening to his story of killing this red head she yawned. "Yeah actually I am…" snuggling against his chest more she closed her eyes. Still though she wasn't dumb, she was trained to be an extremely light sleeper if he tried any funny shit she'd know.
Sylar
"Please. I'd sooner kill her than kiss her." No, there was no love lost between the two of them. Sylar tried to cut her open, Claire screamed and ran, it was a running gag between the two. Didn't mean he wanted to get with her. That was more disgusting than the thought of eating brains. She was just so…manly. It'd be like dating her brother, or something. What was his name? Larry? "Good. We'll need to get up a little early, I'd prefer we eat our waffles before they discover that body." He held her close, kissing her on the forehead once last time before closing his eyes. "Goodnight, Elle." Even as he drifted off to sleep, a million thoughts raced through his mind. Whether or not this girl was making him too sentimental. Or if he was banking too much on this vague idea that they somehow knew one another. But eventually, it all just faded to a screen of black.
Elle
"Night…Gabriel…" And with that she closed her eyes and drifted away, with a smirk on her face. Yes she meant to call him by that name to rattle him but at the same time she wasn't going to call him Sylar. It was unoriginal as it was a brand name, and who the fuck would call the guy they were involved with that? Like really. Besides he used her first name it was only fair that she used his. Making up a lame super villain name for herself was not happening. Elle was a beautiful name, whenever you heard it the image of blonde hair, a pretty face and blue eyes came to mind…and not because Reese Witherspoon did that movie.::
