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The Fall of Claire Petrelli
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G through L › Heroes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,728
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Fall of Claire Petrelli
At first, Claire Petrelli hadn’t realized what was going on. She had always thought that her father and her uncle were just very close, the way it often happens when there is such an age difference between two siblings.
Tonight all that would change.
Nathan and Peter Petrelli sat together in the family room in deep conversation, sharing a late evening drink. Her grandmother Angela was nowhere in sight, having gone to bed much earlier in the evening. Claire came in from the rainy New York City night, cursing under her breath because the new leather jacket Nathan had bought her for her eighteenth birthday was probably ruined. She’d worn it not expecting for it to start snowing. She could feel the grime from the dark, steamy streets as if it were a tattoo permanently embedded in her skin, the cold etched in her bones. What she really could use was a drink too.
She knew she’d have to be quiet as so not to alert Peter and Nathan to what she was up to. With the both of them around, it was like she had two fathers to deal with. The first thing she could grab out of the liquor cabinet would have to do.
Claire slipped a small bottle inside her large purse, anchoring it between two textbooks, hoping that she wouldn’t bang into anything and make it obvious there was an almost full bottle on her person. Since she had left her adoptive family, took her father’s name, and moved here into the Petrelli mansion so that she could attend college, she’d rapidly become more of a drinker. Probably because Peter and Nathan tended to indulge a bit as well. How could they not when this house seemed to echo with the loneliness of decades?
Claire was ready to take off up the stairs with her prize when she saw Nathan lean in close and whisper something into Peter’s ear. Peter’s face lit up, and he showed off his slightly crooked smile. Nathan then placed a tender kiss on Peter’s cheek.
Claire was aware that she was watching a very private moment between the brothers, and she felt intrusive even though they were not aware of her presence. She turned away again, intending to leave them in peace, and out of the corner of her eye noticed that her father’s hand was now cupping her uncle’s cheek, turning his head towards him.
The thing she saw next made her jaw drop and her illicit parcel clunk to the hardwood floor. Nathan’s and Peter’s lips locked in a kiss that was far from brotherly.
Claire was revolted and intrigued all at the same time. As she watched them share this intimate moment, she found herself wondering if they ever did anything more than that. She berated herself, *Claire, you’re sick! They love each other; it’s okay if they kiss each other. Strange, but not unheard of. They’re brothers, so of course they don’t do anything other than that! What’s worse, they’re your family! Get the hell out of here before they see you!*
In a panic, Claire grabbed her purse and ran up the stairs, praying that they had not noticed her.
Claire closed the door to her room, opened the cap to her bottle, and took a long swallow straight out of it. A sickening thought gripped her as the alcohol burned in her stomach. *Of course Peter knows. He has to know. Hell, he can read thoughts!*
She sat down hard on her bed and grabbed one of her teddy bears; by chance, it was one that Peter had given her long ago when he learned of her obsession. It was dressed in royal blue mittens and a silver and blue scarf. Peter had chosen it because he had always loved the winter, and Claire didn’t get much snow in Costa Verde, California. Claire hugged the soft white bear to her chest and willed herself not to throw up all over it.
After a few deep breaths, she tried to talk herself out of believing that Peter knew she had seen them.
*He thought they were all alone; he wouldn’t have been paying attention to anything but him. Peter has to be able to shut it off. He wouldn’t want to hear people’s thoughts all the time. I know Peter. If he knew, he’d be up here trying to explain, trying to make me feel better.*
Claire started to believe this explanation, and she felt a little better. She took another hearty douse of the liquor, the alcohol taking away the deep chill within her, relaxing her immensely. She bent down to unlace her knee-high black boots, another gift from Nathan. She pulled them off and rubbed her insteps, sorry to have chosen the damn things. New shoes were murder even on her feet, and sometimes it was worse that she healed because her feet never really got used to them.
The alcohol was working its magic on her now, and she managed to push the thought of her father and her uncle out of her mind, concentrating more on just how much she needed a shower. Claire grabbed a change of clothes, a pink tank and gray pajama pants, and headed to the bathroom so that she could cleanse herself of the city’s grime.
***
Tonight all that would change.
Nathan and Peter Petrelli sat together in the family room in deep conversation, sharing a late evening drink. Her grandmother Angela was nowhere in sight, having gone to bed much earlier in the evening. Claire came in from the rainy New York City night, cursing under her breath because the new leather jacket Nathan had bought her for her eighteenth birthday was probably ruined. She’d worn it not expecting for it to start snowing. She could feel the grime from the dark, steamy streets as if it were a tattoo permanently embedded in her skin, the cold etched in her bones. What she really could use was a drink too.
She knew she’d have to be quiet as so not to alert Peter and Nathan to what she was up to. With the both of them around, it was like she had two fathers to deal with. The first thing she could grab out of the liquor cabinet would have to do.
Claire slipped a small bottle inside her large purse, anchoring it between two textbooks, hoping that she wouldn’t bang into anything and make it obvious there was an almost full bottle on her person. Since she had left her adoptive family, took her father’s name, and moved here into the Petrelli mansion so that she could attend college, she’d rapidly become more of a drinker. Probably because Peter and Nathan tended to indulge a bit as well. How could they not when this house seemed to echo with the loneliness of decades?
Claire was ready to take off up the stairs with her prize when she saw Nathan lean in close and whisper something into Peter’s ear. Peter’s face lit up, and he showed off his slightly crooked smile. Nathan then placed a tender kiss on Peter’s cheek.
Claire was aware that she was watching a very private moment between the brothers, and she felt intrusive even though they were not aware of her presence. She turned away again, intending to leave them in peace, and out of the corner of her eye noticed that her father’s hand was now cupping her uncle’s cheek, turning his head towards him.
The thing she saw next made her jaw drop and her illicit parcel clunk to the hardwood floor. Nathan’s and Peter’s lips locked in a kiss that was far from brotherly.
Claire was revolted and intrigued all at the same time. As she watched them share this intimate moment, she found herself wondering if they ever did anything more than that. She berated herself, *Claire, you’re sick! They love each other; it’s okay if they kiss each other. Strange, but not unheard of. They’re brothers, so of course they don’t do anything other than that! What’s worse, they’re your family! Get the hell out of here before they see you!*
In a panic, Claire grabbed her purse and ran up the stairs, praying that they had not noticed her.
Claire closed the door to her room, opened the cap to her bottle, and took a long swallow straight out of it. A sickening thought gripped her as the alcohol burned in her stomach. *Of course Peter knows. He has to know. Hell, he can read thoughts!*
She sat down hard on her bed and grabbed one of her teddy bears; by chance, it was one that Peter had given her long ago when he learned of her obsession. It was dressed in royal blue mittens and a silver and blue scarf. Peter had chosen it because he had always loved the winter, and Claire didn’t get much snow in Costa Verde, California. Claire hugged the soft white bear to her chest and willed herself not to throw up all over it.
After a few deep breaths, she tried to talk herself out of believing that Peter knew she had seen them.
*He thought they were all alone; he wouldn’t have been paying attention to anything but him. Peter has to be able to shut it off. He wouldn’t want to hear people’s thoughts all the time. I know Peter. If he knew, he’d be up here trying to explain, trying to make me feel better.*
Claire started to believe this explanation, and she felt a little better. She took another hearty douse of the liquor, the alcohol taking away the deep chill within her, relaxing her immensely. She bent down to unlace her knee-high black boots, another gift from Nathan. She pulled them off and rubbed her insteps, sorry to have chosen the damn things. New shoes were murder even on her feet, and sometimes it was worse that she healed because her feet never really got used to them.
The alcohol was working its magic on her now, and she managed to push the thought of her father and her uncle out of her mind, concentrating more on just how much she needed a shower. Claire grabbed a change of clothes, a pink tank and gray pajama pants, and headed to the bathroom so that she could cleanse herself of the city’s grime.
***