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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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[heroslayer]

"Not much," he admitted, leaning against one of the counters, a half-eaten apple in hand. "There's some fruit and some lunch meat, but ... "

He shrugged. Personally, he usually went for sugars and carbs after he'd done a lot of healing, under the impression that they helped the most. In honesty, though, his preferences probably had less to do with what his body actually needed and more to do with a subconscious desire for comfort food and lots of it.

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

Gabriella on the other hand wanted something proper. Some sort of full meal that would fill her up, though that would always make her sleepy after. But the energy to make something was lacking, and she went to the fridge to look in it, muttering to herself as she first too got out an apple, though fussed over it – first peeling it, and cutting it; taking out the core and all, and then searched for a jar of peanut butter and a spoon.

She then hopped up onto the counter to dig the spoon in the peanut butter, and smear it on the apple and eat it.

"I won't screw up next time."

[heroslayer]

He watched her work at the apple, making faces the entire time -- all that effort was, well, too much effort -- then slid his eyes up to her. "Just don't let Bennet shoot you in the head, when we get around to him. He's better with a gun than Angela."

He could survive that, having moved the sweet spot that would put him down ages ago, but she wouldn't. And if she ruined his revenge a second time, he'd be sure to remove the bullet and end her himself after he was done Bennet or Parkman or whoever ended up being the murder of the day.

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"Why are you giving me that look?" She asked after a minute, having eaten, even a bite, it had gotten her spirits back up. "I don't like the skin." Picky, yes, but she grinned at him as she took another bite. "I won't. I know better, now. It'll be better."

[heroslayer]

"Too much work," he muttered, moving to dump the remains of his own apple in the trash. He glanced over his shoulder at her, frowning. "I'm not a fan of over-complicating simple things."