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He almost killed me. One minute I’m trying to explain how our ability works, and the next he’s hit me in the back of the head with a coffee mug. The irony of that wasn’t lost as my forehead smashed into the kitchen cabinet, and I went down my chin snapping on the counter on the way to the floor. My mouth was filled with blood, and Gabriel was on top of me. He hit me again, harder this time, and I blacked out.


When I woke up, there was blood in my ears, and I couldn’t see. I could feel his weight as he straddled me, holding him face down on the small kitchen floor. My mouth wouldn’t work, and my arms and legs trembled uncontrollably as he dug in my brain.

This must be what karma tastes like. I tried to move. Tried to make words. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, as he leaned into see what he could find. I was scared, terrified that he’d break me. That one of his fingers would destroy the regeneration, and I’d die from a simple mistake. Killed by the person I knew best in the world because he was who I’d been.

What few words I could force out fell on deaf ears. Of course they did, I wouldn’t have listened either. It wasn’t until I managed to say his name that Gabriel stopped.

Rage filled every inch of me as my brain and skull were finally allowed to heal. When I got to my knees, the blood squelched around me, clinging to me and my clothes. I grabbed him around the throat, squeezing hard and shoved him into the cabinet hard enough to crack the wood. I was shaking, vibrating, in my anger.

He was blubbering that he was sorry, calling me ‘brother’ the way he always does, but I was in no mood for that.

“Say my name, Gabriel.” I got in his face, close enough that I could have ripped it open with my teeth. “Who am I?”

“Sylar…” It was barely more than a whisper, and it wasn’t enough.

“I can’t hear you. There’s too much fucking blood in my ears!” I screamed at him. My hunger was in control now, and it wanted me to kill him, to tap dance in his fucking blood for daring to challenge us.

“Sylar. You’re Sylar.”

Drawing back, I crawled into the far corner and rocked back and forth, hitting my own head into the wall until I could think. I told him to run, because I didn’t think I could control it. I wanted revenge. The thing inside of me still crying for blood, because that meek thing had dared to steal from me.

But he didn’t leave. He came over and held onto me, crying, begging for forgiveness. The bond we share snapped into place, and I finally managed to get control of the hunger. When I could speak, it was my normal voice again.

After we cleaned up the kitchen and ourselves, I climbed into the bed next to him, falling asleep in my old room, wearing his clothes. I knew he’d never try to hurt me again. It was the only reason I didn’t kill him in his sleep.

Re: Slightly meta?

Date: 2009-09-05 02:42 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
It was partially my fault. Mostly the fault of the annoying herd of emo drama llama bitches that swarm him. What is it about you Gabriels and girls? I never had flocks of them around when I was you.

Date: 2009-09-05 02:46 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] fromheavencame.livejournal.com
...what exactly is a drama llama? This phrase is new to me.

That's...unique, though. And...I don't know? I'm glad it's fall so I can wield an umbrella.

They probably just want you, and since you're, uhm...occupied, they're going for anything reminiscent?

Date: 2009-09-05 02:56 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
Explaining drama llama... A drama llama is a girl who is so full of angst and raw emotions that she cries if a leaf falls of a tree. They are the kind of girls who threaten to slash their wrists if you ask for 5 minutes of alone time. Clingy, needy, barf inducing creatures that should spend their time with that sparkling virgin vampire guy.

Date: 2009-09-05 03:03 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
So after we sorted this all out, I call the two main Emo girls to explain to them that they have to knock the crap off. I was very firm - not mean - logical. I was even trying to be nice to them about it, telling them to back off until he had better control.

What did they do? They started crying and slamming doors like 3 year olds. I swear Molly is more mature. Actually Molly's a lot more mature. When you explain something to her, she listens.

Date: 2009-09-05 03:07 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] fromheavencame.livejournal.com
He made you call them for him? Well. [Is tooootally snickering. It's so comforting to know there's a more pathetic version than him out there!]

Really? That's...a very good reason not to date women.

Date: 2009-09-05 04:05 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
He didn't make me call them. That was me being a control freak. I wanted them to listen to reason instead of sitting there weeping and fawning over him. When I was done I wanted to find another coffee mug or a brick.

If they keep this up, he will give up on girls. He keeps asking me about Peter.

Date: 2009-09-05 04:06 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] fromheavencame.livejournal.com
Why would they think he'd want someone weepy? That's not exactly an attractive quality.

Oh...dear.

Date: 2009-09-05 04:09 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
Because it's WUV true WUV. He makes their little hearts go pitter patter. I need to buy my Claire a new gun or something special to thank her for not being like that.

Date: 2009-09-05 04:14 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
Deep, deep love that fills the air they breathe. It makes them complete.

It makes them door mats. If he was more like me, he'd use them like I did Maya.

I'm such a bastard.

Date: 2009-09-05 04:15 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] fromheavencame.livejournal.com
I think I'm going to stick to fictional romances.

Date: 2009-09-05 04:25 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
Hasn't Peter explained porn to you?

Date: 2009-09-05 04:28 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] fromheavencame.livejournal.com
I know what porn is. I just...don't look at it.

Stop giving the look I know you're trying to give me through your computer.

Date: 2009-09-05 05:12 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
I'll give you that. I don't like it much either. I'd rather watch a bad scifi movie than "good" porn.

Date: 2009-09-05 06:57 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] eriksselest.livejournal.com
What a night . . . *sigh*

Also, whenever if I ever act emo and clingy, just slap me. Please.

Date: 2009-09-05 07:14 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
I don't think being a drama llama is in your nature.

Date: 2009-09-05 07:25 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] sylar.livejournal.com
Shhhh don't tell anyone. You'll ruin my reputation.

Date: 2009-09-05 07:28 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] eriksselest.livejournal.com
My lips are sealed. :X

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