rp for girl_ofsecrets and <lj site="livejournal.com" user="younge

[heroslayer]

For the last half an hour, Sylar and Claire had been standing atop a building near the site of the demon's latest attack, waiting for it to show up. It was, perhaps, not the best of ideas, considering the fact that Baileigh's Watcher had mentioned the thing had broadened its horizons and its hunting grounds, but he had no better plan. There were no real leads other than what Ethan had told them, after all, and he hadn't managed to catch a scent, back down at street level. So, there they were and, quite frankly, he was getting impatient.

Sighing, he cast Claire a glance, lips pressed into an unhappy line, and then turned his attentions further, over her shoulder, to frown in the direction of Baileigh and Sark's apartment. Claire had suggested that maybe they return there, see if Sark couldn't provide the clothes his fiancee had been wearing the night she'd stumbled home, sans her memory, just so he could hopefully get something to track the damn thing with. And while when she'd mentioned it, he'd dismissed it relatively easily, now he was having second thoughts. Anything would be better than--

--screaming. He could hear screaming somewhere, not too far off. Maybe it was nothing, maybe he was jumping the gun yet again--he was learning he had a knack for that sort of thing, when the people he cared about were in danger--but it couldn't be ignored.

Uncertain as to whether or not Claire could hear it, and not really having the time to check, he closed the distance she had put between them by wandering the ledge in two wide steps. "I've got something," he told her, and then just like that, he was putting an arm around her, poising himself to spring to a ledge on the next building, confident that he could make the jump, even with his niece in tow.