Unforgiven

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes nor the characters from it. I made no money from writing this.





Why is the second chapter always harder to write than the first one? Anyways sorry it took me so long but I’ve been struggling with how I want this story to flow. I hope you like it. Thanks for all the encouraging reviews! They made me feel confident! Now on to chapter two!



Just so we’re all clear Sylar is still looking like Nathan. There’s s small part at the end where he shifts back to himself but then shifts back into Nathan. Just so we’re clear. We’re calling him Sylar but he looks like Nathan. Got it? ;-D







Unforgiven

Chapter Two



“Why are you still pretending to be Nathan? I already know who you are. Sylar.” Claire spit his name out like it was garbage in her mouth.



Beside her Sylar chuckled. “Because I know it pisses you off.” He glances at her sideways his demeanor almost playful. However because it’s Nathan’s face it seems wrong. “Doesn’t it Claire?”



Claire rolled her eyes. Her body was still being held still under Sylar’s control but she was past being afraid. She was done with being the little victim.



“Being as you killed my dad, what’s the point in the masquerade? “



Sylar was silent for a moment. “Well, to be honest Claire, I didn’t know for a while. I think we can thank our good friend Matt Parkman for that. Probably your other dad and that bitch of a granny you’ve got too. Seems only logical that they’ve got their dirty hands in this.”



Claire closed her eyes. She couldn’t believe her family had done this. They should’ve left Nathan dead. Using Sylar to fill his shoes was just morbid and a little bit stupid given the current situation she was in.



“They should’ve known better.” Claire’s voice was low. She felt a deep sadness thinking about the times Angela regarded Nathan as if he were really her son. He may have looked like Nathan but he wasn’t. Sylar was alive and well. He knew what they’d done to him and here she was alone in a car driving to God knows where with a psychotic murderer who looked exactly like her father.



She was totally screwed.



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After a few moments Claire felt her body loosen up. The hold that Sylar had held over her dropped and she stretched her legs and hands.



“Figured you’d like a little moving room. But if you do anything stupid I’ll shove something in the back of your head again.” He threatened.



Claire watched the road pass by. They were somewhere but she wasn’t quite sure. There were fields around but it was mostly just highway and dirt. “Where are we?” Claire asked.



Sylar’s eyes stayed on the road. “No where important honey.”



The sound of rain began to drip onto the wind shield. Sylar turned the wipers on as the rain became heavy and more frequent. “Looks like we’re in for a storm.”



Claire couldn’t believe this.



“What the hell is wrong with you?” She demanded. “Why are you being so casual about this? You’ve taken me against my will and your making small talk about the weather.”



Claire turned her head to face him. “Tell me what you want from me.”



Sylar was silent for a moment. Claire watched him out of the corner of her eyes. It was strange to see her father physically there and terrifying because she knew he really wasn’t there. Claire’s heart ached for her real dad. He was dead. Gone. The man beside her was an illusion.

“Claire.” It sounded like he was savoring the taste of her name in his mouth. It made Claire sick. “I know I’ve terrorized you. But I never meant to hurt you.”



She laughed. “Well then what did you mean to do? Did you think that taking my ability wouldn’t hurt me? Did you think I wouldn’t be afraid? How dare you say you never meant to hurt me. ” Claire turned her head away from Sylar. “I really thought I was going to die.”







Sylar sat quietly taking in her words. “But you didn’t. I knew there was something different about you. Even before I saw your brain. You were the girl who couldn’t get hurt. The prize. You had the one thing that would make me invincible.” He paused then continued. “I didn’t know whether you would die or not. I thought it was possible. Did you know that your brain is the only one I didn’t fully remove? The other ones I just took them right out. But not your’s. I wanted you to be aware. To know what was happening. You’re the only one whose ever survived me. You were like a beautiful experiment.”



Claire tried to make a come back but her mouth was suddenly closed off. The son of a bitch was holding her in his control again. Damn him, she thought.



“I know I told you I wouldn’t hold you unless you did something stupid but I have something to say and I don’t want any interruptions.” Sylar was silent for a few moments. “I’ve destroyed everything I’ve ever touched because of what I am. I covet what I don’t have. It’s my burden. I’m always left wanting more. When I came for you I saw you as just another life I was about to destroy. But I hoped that,” he paused before continuing. “I hoped that you would be okay. Your ability was the biggest, the most amazing ability I would ever get my hands on. I didn’t want to marvel in it alone.”



Claire was getting sicker by moment.



“The truth is Claire that when it comes to you I feel possessive. I’m the only one who will ever understand what you’re going through. We really are a lot alike. We know both know what it’s like being lied to. To be pawns. To hurt inside where the wound doesn’t show.”



Claire realized that Sylar’s hands had been gripping the wheel.



“That day at PrimAtech I wanted for you too see that you were better than the Petrelli’s. They lied to you. To me. And they didn’t deserve you.”



Sylar finally allowed Claire’s mouth to move. She thought carefully before she spoke.



“You do realize that in the process of trying to “help” me, you ended up killing my mom too? What had she done?” Claire felt a tear threaten to slide but she forced herself to stay composed.



“I had finally found my mother. She wasn’t perfect. But she was mine. You had no right to take that away from me. You didn’t do it for me. You did it for yourself. They lied to you. And made you believe they cared about you. But they didn’t. How could they? You’re a monster.” Claire was surprised that Sylar had yet to shut her up.



Sylar sat quietly gathering his thoughts. “I guess your right. I did do it for me. I used you as an excuse. But that’s not all. I guess I wanted you to realize they couldn’t give you what you needed.”



“And you thought you could? “ Claire laughed before she continued.



“Sylar I want to know why I’m here. Before this goes any further I want to know why your so damn hell bent on making me as miserable as you.’

Claire heard a chuckle. “Well you know what they say. Misery loves company.” Sylar’s little joke was just the thing to piss her off.



“You can’t die Claire. Neither can I. You’re the only thing that’s going to be around as long as I am. To be honest I’m not too fond of being alone for an eternity.”



“Yeah. Well you brought that on yourself Sylar.” Claire, still unable to move, wished she could look at him. Sylar stiffened.



“Perhaps I did Claire.”





Engrossed in their morbid conversation Claire was relieved to see a few small buildings. A diner, a car parts shop, and a motel with a red neon sign. Must be a small resting place for travelers, Claire thought.



Spotting a payphone beside the motel Claire’s heart soared a little. Being as she didn’t have her cell maybe she could sneak away and call for help. Peter would be her likely choice. Claire knew there was no way that Peter was in on this. He would never stand for it.



Suddenly the black sedan pulled into the motel parking lot. Pulling into a space near to the end Claire noticed only three cars in the lot including a big rig parked a few feet down.



Claire felt her heart speed up. Why were they in a motel parking lot? She told herself she wasn’t going to be the victim and that included her being scared. But she couldn’t help worrying about what Sylar had planned for her.



Sylar turned off the engine and raised his hand to stop Claire from speaking. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” He laughed at his own joke.



As Sylar got out the car he walked around the car. Standing in front of the car Claire watched as Sylar shifted from Nathan into himself. Even though she knew it was him the shock of actually seeing Sylar frightened her. As he walked into the check in building Claire’s mind raced with thoughts.



I have to get away. I’m not the victim. I can survive anything. I’m invincible and no one can hurt me, she thought.



In the meantime Claire’s door opened and the real Sylar flicked his fingers at her allowing her to move out of the car and up the set of stairs.



Thankfully he left her ability to speak but nothing else. “So now you choose to look like yourself huh?”



Sylar chuckled. “Nathan’s a bit of a celebrity. No one knows who I am.” They walked down a few doors until Claire stopped in front of room 229. The last room and the farthest away from the others.



Claire’s hands were held by her side as Sylar walked behind her. “Open the door Claire.” Nathan’s voice commanded her. Sylar was back to being Nathan. Just great, Claire thought.



A key card was slipped into her hand. Claire felt her fingers grasped it, watched as they slipped it into slot and waited for the light to turn green. Claire’s hand removed the key and turned the handle opening the door to reveal a small room with one bed, a chair and table, an small TV set and two other doors. One of those doors led to the empty room next to them and the other led into a small bathroom.



Claire heard Nathan’s voice tell her to go in and unable to protest she obeyed.



Claire enter and went directly to the bed where she whirled around and sat down on the dark brown comforter. Sylar had taken Nathan’s form again.



Claire stared at the man before her knowing that underneath those features was nothing but pure evil. Claire wasn’t afraid of being hurt but being humiliated. Taken advantage of. Claire knew she could be cut and heal almost instantly. But the emotional cuts were always harder to heal.



Sylar, looking every bit like her father, stared at her from the door. He took a small step towards and the look in his eyes screamed predator. And she was the prey.



Claire remember the night she felt him through his pants. It had been Sylar’s reaction and thankfully not her bio dad’s. Nathan would never subject her to this kind of behavior. But the man pretending to be Nathan. Sylar. He would.



Claire sat still, unable to move, but not unable to speak.



“Whatever your going to do, please don’t do it. I don’t know if I can handle this.” Tears welled up in Claire’s eyes. Sylar sat down beside her on the bed. He took his hand and placed it upon her knee. Claire had been wearing a dark blue free flowing skirt that came exactly to her knees when she had walked into Nathan’s office earlier that evening. Now she regretted making things so easy for him.



“Are you telling me your afraid? Even though there’s nothing I can do to hurt you?” Sylar’s hand stayed on her knee as if waiting for to answer him.



Claire’s heart started to beat faster and she felt her fear flow through her. “You know damn well you can hurt me. I don’t have the ability to throw fire or electricity. I can’t just teleport whenever I’m in trouble. All I know is that when trouble comes looking for me I can either face it or run. Being as you’ve made it impossible for me to run all I can do is stay. “



Sylar had leaned forward bringing him more into her view. Her clear green eyes took in the soft brown ones. Knowing that she wasn’t looking into Nathan’s eyes made her feel more sure about what she thought was about to happen.





“You don’t have to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.” Sylar slid off the bed and kneeled in front of her. “I destroy everything I touch Claire. Everything but you. You’re unbreakable.”



Sylar straightened up until he was eyes level with Claire. “I know that you don’t love me. I know that you hate me. And you believe that what I’m about to do to is terrifying.” Claire swallowed the lump in her throat.



“I want to experience you. I want to know you. I want you to know me. To know that I’m not a just a animal. I’m a man. A man with desires and feelings.” Sylar’s mouth was a mere inches away from Claire’s mouth. “I want you too see that I can be gentle. “



Claire lower lips quivered. “Your going to force me?” The idea of him holding her down thrusting away filled her mind and she panicked.



“I would prefer not to. I know you won‘t break. That‘s the thing about you Claire. You‘re strong. You can handle anything.” Sylar’s voice lowered to a seductive whisper. “I just want to be with you. Just for tonight.”



Claire’s stomach turned. She was in trouble. And there was no one to save her but herself.



To Be Continued…….