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[evolutionaryimperative]

It had been a long and rather annoying process, getting his body back. Longer than he would have liked. More than anything, he just wanted to kill Matt Parkman, make him stay in his stupid head of his for so long. Sylar wasn't the type who liked confinement. In fact, he was exactly the opposite. He needed freedom. The ability to do what he wanted, take what he wanted. Parkman would pay for keeping him from it.

But there was something he needed to do first. Being with Parkman's wife had reminded him how much he missed Elle. He hated admitting to needing or wanting anyone, but if there was one thing he regretted, it was killing her.

He could fix that now. He had heard of this kid who could control life and death. Bennet had helped give him a new life. But that wasn't going to last long. Soon enough, Sylar found Jeremy and killed him (but not before noting how eeringly the kid looked like Luke. Weird). He dug around his brains and found what he was looking for. That delicious power.

Next stop was Costa Verde. He assumed Elle's corpse had to still be there. After all, where else would it have gone? He searched the newspapers until he read about a unidentified burnt corpse that was found the beach. He noted where she was buried and set off.

He was excited, he had to admit, to see her again. It didn't even cross his mind that she might be mad at him. After all, sure, he killed her, but he was bringing her back. That's what mattered, right? That's the way he saw it, anyways.

He found her grave and used his telekinesis to move the soil away, popping open the casket. He kneeled beside her, placing his hands on her burnt remains, focusing on restoring it to it's former glory. He found himself smirking as her body knit back together.

He was going to get her back, and then together they could kill Parkman. What could be better?

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[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

Of course he was following her. Like he was just going to let her go on her own. He couldn't help but smirk a little as he noticed the pair she picked out. "I approve, those will look good on you."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Not for you." She glanced back at him with a scowl, and started walking to woman's clothes after grabbing socks on the way, glaring at strange looks she was getting for her current wardrobe choices.

She was never going to forgive him for at least not buying her a pair of jeans. Would that have been so hard for him to think of? Testily, she grabbed a pair from the table.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure I'll be taking them off of you soon enough," He said with a confident smirk. It was all a matter of time. She'd warm up to him eventually. He could wait.

In the meantime, it was kind of fun rattling her like this. And she would look nice in that underwear set she picked out.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"It's hilarious that you really believe that," she said dryly, grabbing some drapey tee thoughtlessly, and spinning around to raise a disbelieving eyebrow at him. Find fun, new ways to insult him without lying was a nice challenge.

Not that she really thought she was ever, ever, ever going to have sex with him ever again. But just to be on the safe side.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"It'll happen. It's all a matter of time, Elle," He replied with a smirk. He believed it too. She was the best lay he's ever had, he's not just going to give that up.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"And date rape drug," she snapped back sarcastically, pushing past him to grab a pair of heels.

She had some dignity, for goodness sake. She would ask what childhood trauma he'd suffered that made him believe forcing her to do anything would produce any of the results he was looking for... but then she took into the consideration that he was insane, and decided it was a waste of breath.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to rape you. I don't do things like that," He replied with a frown.

Okay, so having sex with Parkman's wife had probably been dangerously close to crossing that rape line, but he's not going to dwell on that for now.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"It's the only way you'll be getting any from me," she spat out, and she was so mad she actually believed it enough to let it pass her lips. "I wouldn't be surprised," she said hatefully, trying on the black pumps quickly, slipping one foot inside to make sure it was an okay fit. "You're forcing me to do just about everything else you want me to."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Actually, the only thing I've forced you to do so far is stay with me and sleep in the same bed," He defended himself with a shrug of his shoulders. "If this was just about me being sex, if I just wanted to rape someone, do you think I would seriously go through the trouble of bringing you back to do so? Sorry Elle, but I don't miss having sex with you that much."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

It was kind of silly, she supposed, that the comment stung a bit, but she didn't even bat an eyelash at it. After all, it was probably what he was going for. Instead, Elle pick up the shoes, dismissed him completely, and headed for cashier. Ignoring someone who thought he was god was probably a sure-fire way to piss him off, right?

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

Actually, he was trying to make a point. Though he did enjoy having sex with her, and did miss it, it wasn't good enough to be the sole reason why he would bring her back. And the sooner she realized that, the better.

Of course, it would probably be easier if he just said how he felt, but that's not really his style.

He rolled his eyes, following her to the cash register. He pulled out his wallet. "You know, it's a bad idea to ignore the person who's supposed to be paying for everything, right?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle dumped the clothes on the counter, smiling at the girl who started to ring her up. Kathleen (according to her name tag) gave them both a friendly nod, but Elle just looked straight ahead.

"Find everything okay today?" she asked.

"Uh huh," Elle answered sweetly.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"You're lucky to have a boyfriend who's willing to pay for everything," Kathleen preened, taking the money from Sylar. "And he's so handsome too."

Sylar just smirked at that, wrapping an arm around Elle's waist. "She is lucky, isn't she?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle sneered for half a second (so handsome? lucky?), and then beamed, scooping up her clothes. "He's just compensating for his small penis," she grinned at Kathleen (whose eyes bugged out with a giggle), and then turned without another word to the fitting rooms to get changed.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He grabbed her arm, hissing in anger before she could reach the fitting rooms. "I do not have a small penis and you know it," He growled.

There was alot of things he could tolerate, but insulting his manlihood was not one of them.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Ow!" Elle yelled, deliberately loud to attract attention, and tried to yank her arm away. "Let go of me!"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He let go, mostly because the last thing he needed to do was create a scene.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

But that was exactly what Elle wanted, and she threw all of her things to the floor dramatically, her eyes instantly tearing up on command. It sucked this ended up happening before she was properly dressed, but her freedom was more important, right?

"You always do this to me!" she screeched, and a few people paused their shopping to watch. She saw Kathleen surveying the scene nervously. "You get drunk and call me fat and say I'm not good enough! My mom wanted to know why I'm always bruised, and I told her I loved you! Well it's over! We're done!" The tears were flowing freely now, and she could see Kathleen on the phone.

Probably calling security. Or even the police. Presto.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

Like security or the police could stop him.

Sylar's eyes widened dangerously in anger and he grabbed her arm roughly once more. He snatched her clothes off the ground and began pulling her out of the store by force. Anyone who tried to stop him?

They were thrown into walls with his telekinesis. He was a very pissed off serial killer now, and if she thought he was just going to let her roll over and win, she was wrong.

After all, this wasn't even the first time she had baited him, though the car dealership had been a very different sort of situation.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She stumbled forward, and couldn't help but madly giggle at his determination--it would be adorable, if it wasn't the sole reason she couldn't shake him. But if he just made powers in a public place fair game, who was she to argue? A strong, fatal current pulsed into his tight grip, and she knew without a doubt it was enough to stop his heart.

His fingers immediately uncurled, and Elle wasted no time to turn around and run, flying deeper into the department store, barefoot and panting.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He hissed in pain as he fell to the floor, waiting for his body to heal back together. He took off after her, and soon as he got close enough, he raised his hand out, freezing her with his telekinesis.

Amazingly, he hadn't dropped her clothes yet.

He made his way over to her frozen body and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. He made sure to keep her body constricted so she couldn't pull another stunt like that.

"You really don't want to piss me off, Elle," He growled, carrying her out of the store now, exiting the mall. That one outfit was all she was getting now.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She was going to finally cry. She was quite sure of it the moment her body jerked to a stop, and she was alarmingly quite sure of it as he carried her immobile body out of the store, no matter what curses and threats she spewed and how hard her entire body sparked for freedom.

Her voice was already hoarse from screaming with they reached the car, and sobs had already started to shake her chest, making it increasingly difficult to repeat how much she hated him. She couldn't even move a finger, no matter how much she wanted to kick and punch and scratch at any inch of his skin she could reach.

This was worse than killing her, trying to control her like this. She'd rather be dead.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He set her down in the car and got inside as well, locking the doors with his telekinesis before releasing her body finally. He hated going to such drastic measures, but it wasn't like she was leaving him with much choice.

Still, he couldn't help but feel a hit of regret as he watched her crumpled form. He would rather she fought him then look so broken and helpless. This wasn't the Elle he had fallen for at all.

He lifted his hand up, his expression softening, looking almost sad as he cupped her face, wiping at some of her tears.

He wanted to apologize, but for what? For forcing her to be with him? For killing her? For bringing her back? He wasn't even sure.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She recoiled viciously from his hand, electricity charging the air and blue arcs leaving her in uncontrolled surges. The last thing she wanted was his touch, or his sympathy, and she certainly would have fought him teeth and nail if he hadn't been controlling her. "What did you expect it to be like?" she snapped back, and then realized she didn't even care at this point, if she ever did.

She pushed against the closed door suddenly, desperately reaching for the lock, and sobbing when it wouldn't budge. The only thing she could do was rest on the cool glass of the car window, her chest empty and heaving.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Like it was before. I didn't think you'd be so...repulsed by me." He murmured softly. "After being out of my body for so long, all I wanted was something familiar, someone who I could connect with...and the only one that's ever been is you."

He hesitated for a moment, and then unlocked the door. Clearly, he was going about this the wrong way. Another mistake. Another failed connection. It was no better than shifting into his mother. Maybe...maybe it was best just to let her go.

"But I was wrong."