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[heroslayer]

Considering her ability, it really hadn't surprised him that Angela hadn't come to the door. He was disappointed maybe, given the trouble he'd gone to putting on Peter's face especially for her, but he wasn't surprised. He only wondered if she knew who he was bringing with him and what she was capable of. He wanted something out of this beyond her ability and her head on a stick, and it really wouldn't be any fun at all if Angela knew all about the ace he had up his sleeve, too.

Sighing, he cast Gabriella a sideways glance and leaned into the door, pantomiming the use of a key while he picked the lock, and let them in. The door closed on its own behind them, Sylar unwilling to turn to close it manually on the off chance that Angie had set up an ambush in the foyer. There was nothing, however, the house apparently silent and dark, save for the lines of prying mid-morning sun that crept in through ornate security doors, and he frowned. She could have at least had the decency to be waiting for them when they came in. He supposed, though, that that was Angela for you -- a bitch to a fault, even when her fate was sealed.

He moved towards the stairs at the other end of the room, leaning on the banister as his eyes wandered up the spiral staircase.

"Angela," he sing-songed sweetly, not bothering to trade out Peter's voice for his own. Knowing it was him or not, he could just imagine the look on her face -- the look of horrified betrayal -- when he killed her wearing the face of her sole surviving son. He would have smiled at the thought, too, if the bitch would just give some indication of where she was.

Oh, well. It had been such a long time since he'd had a proper hunt.

Turning away from the stairs, he looked first to the front door again, the locks on it and everywhere else in the house snapping shut in unison with an ominious click, then raised his eyes to Gabriella. Finally, slowly, he offered her a wicked grin. "Guess she wants to play hide and seek."

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[headofapin.livejournal.com]

At least she was resigned to the fact that she was going to die that night, although that wasn't quite the response she had been expecting. It didn't give her anything else to say, though that was probably a good thing, since talking only seemed to speed up the process in which her body was going through, having started to tasted blood in her mouth as she coughed.

The bullet had entered high up on her back, something she could feel now that the shock was wearing off, which meant the pain was rearing its ugly head. Perhaps it had gotten to her lung, which would explained why it was so hard to breathe, and the taste of blood when she coughed. She couldn't tell though, since her whole back and chest felt like fire.

"What's..." she stared at her, her outline beginning to grow fuzzy, and she slumped again; leaning heavily against the chair so she didn't fall back fully onto the floor. "His blood can bring me back."

[mapetrelli.livejournal.com]

The smile on her lips was nothing short of vicious. "But will he, dear? After all, you're really nothing more than competition."

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"If he wanted to get rid of me, he could have done so months ago," she snapped back, and then hissed from the immediate pain that followed it; closing her eyes tightly as she breathed her way through it. "But he hasn't. He will."

[mapetrelli.livejournal.com]

"His charming narcissism will only hold up for so long; he'll get bored with you eventually." She shrugged lightly and unfolded her hands over the gun only to re-lace them a second later. He was coming, and while she was resigned to this, she had to admit to a certain amount of fear; God only knew how much he would make her suffer first.

She took a deep breath. "But before he does ... ask him what happened to his last girlfriend, sometime, and try not to be too disappointed when it turns out I'm right."

Not that Elle's death had had anything to do with him growing disinterested in her; she had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time when Noah had dropped the bomb about her and Arthur not really being his family. Still, however, she had a feeling that, given time, Sylar would have gotten bored with her and would have either walked out or killed her. He wasn't a very patient man, after all.