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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerTitle: Every Breath You Take
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thewatchmaker
Rating: R
Wordcount: 320
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to NBC and Tim Kring. I just like to write serial killer fic.
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Eden
Prompt: 16 - Loveheroes50 6/50
I’ve lost my mind. What was I thinking? I leaned against the wall in the back of the bar. My fingers were shaking, and I could feel the threat of tears that wanted to fall. What the fuck was wrong with me? I am Sylar. I’m not weak. I’m not a pitiful puppy that’s been kicked into the gutter so many times that I’d beg for attention.
But there I was trying to get Eden to like me. Trying to get her to trust me.
Worst yet, I was letting myself trust her. Turning away from the noise of the bar, I set my forehead against the cool paint of the wall. I took one, two, three deep breaths while I tried to get control of my emotions. I should have been stronger. I should have kept her off balance like I had when we’d been alone at the florist shop.
This time I’d let her call the shots, and I’d paid the price.
She thought I was weak. I hated her for it.
It made me want to hurt her.
It made me want her.
Squeezing my hands into fists so tight that I could feel my knuckles crack, I walked back out into the milling crowd. The bar was hot; more people had come in while we’d been in the back. I did my best not to look for Eden. I knew she’d be sitting with her lover or dancing with him. If I saw him, I knew I’d kill him.
Then I’d have nothing. She’d never be mine if I killed him.
I heard her laughing with him at some joke. Gritting my teeth I forced my eyes forward to walk stiffly out into the night air. I didn’t look at his face again. It was already burned into my never failing memory. Just like the taste of Eden’s lips and tongue.
I needed to kill someone.
Author:
thewatchmakerRating: R
Wordcount: 320
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to NBC and Tim Kring. I just like to write serial killer fic.
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Eden
Prompt: 16 - Love
heroes50 6/50I’ve lost my mind. What was I thinking? I leaned against the wall in the back of the bar. My fingers were shaking, and I could feel the threat of tears that wanted to fall. What the fuck was wrong with me? I am Sylar. I’m not weak. I’m not a pitiful puppy that’s been kicked into the gutter so many times that I’d beg for attention.
But there I was trying to get Eden to like me. Trying to get her to trust me.
Worst yet, I was letting myself trust her. Turning away from the noise of the bar, I set my forehead against the cool paint of the wall. I took one, two, three deep breaths while I tried to get control of my emotions. I should have been stronger. I should have kept her off balance like I had when we’d been alone at the florist shop.
This time I’d let her call the shots, and I’d paid the price.
She thought I was weak. I hated her for it.
It made me want to hurt her.
It made me want her.
Squeezing my hands into fists so tight that I could feel my knuckles crack, I walked back out into the milling crowd. The bar was hot; more people had come in while we’d been in the back. I did my best not to look for Eden. I knew she’d be sitting with her lover or dancing with him. If I saw him, I knew I’d kill him.
Then I’d have nothing. She’d never be mine if I killed him.
I heard her laughing with him at some joke. Gritting my teeth I forced my eyes forward to walk stiffly out into the night air. I didn’t look at his face again. It was already burned into my never failing memory. Just like the taste of Eden’s lips and tongue.
I needed to kill someone.
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