rp for snarky_blonde: habit is what keeps you going

[heroslayer]

The Company had stopped keeping him caged months ago. It had been Angela's decision, motivated by the fact that he'd demonstrated on more than one occasion now that he could behave like a rational human being, and he relished the freedom. He couldn't quite come and go as he pleased just yet, and his mother demanded that he live at Hartsdale as well as work there, but it was a start. He was making progress.

Not that he had much time to think about it. Angela kept him as busy as she could without either of them feeling like she was running him ragged. And that perhaps explained why, only hours after coming back from an assignment with Bennet, word came through to him that she needed him in her office again. He didn't need to sleep just yet, even though this would be the third assignment in as many days, and they both knew it.

Sighing, he didn't bother putting on his suit coat or tie back on again -- she could live with him deciding it was Casual Friday -- and moved through the halls quickly and quietly, knocking on the door briefly before letting himself in. He closed the door behind him, raising his eyebrows curiously, and she shot him a thin, tired smile in response. He didn't need rest, but hell if she didn't look like she couldn't sleep for days.

"I've already spoken to Noah," she started without preamble, reaching for a copy of the Times at the corner of her desk, "but barring him, you're the only the second person I'm mentioning this to." A pause, and she was handing him the newspaper. "I take it you've seen this."

Taking it from him, he skimmed it quickly, a frown pulling at the corners of his lips. From the look of things, from what the article refused to keep quiet, Pinehearst had won -- abilities were now available to anyone, assuming they had the cash. And as someone who had prided himself for so long on being special and worked so hard to be that way, this was a slap in the face. "What -- "

She stopped him with a wave of a hand. "It doesn't matter -- what matters is the fact that I'm closing down Primatech. We're done here; you're a free man."

"Why?" he demanded, bewildered, waving the paper at her. "Do you have any idea how many problems this is going to cause? How long before it's not just Accountant Bob with an ability? How long before someone like me -- like I used to be -- gets their hands on this. This is a -- a license to print money."

"I would imagine your father has already taken that into account," she answered, sourly. "And there are far more people working for Pinehearst these days than there are us. We can't handle everything, Gabriel -- I know it and Noah knows it -- and with Claire running off to go bat for the other team, so to speak ... " She sighed, shaking her head, and reached to take the paper back from him. "How long before it's just a handful of us, wasting away in this office?"

"I'd stay," he promised her. "I wouldn't leave you."

She fixed him with a disapproving look, her expression ice. "I'm telling you to. I'm still your mother; I think I still have that authority."

"This is -- "

"Get out of my office."

He stared at her for a moment, and then he was lowering his head, shadows creeping onto his face as he stared at her from under his eyebrows. Steel wired his jaw shut, and he took a moment to stare holes through her before turning, marching from her office as surely as he'd come in. She wanted him gone? Fine, he'd leave. And on the outside, he'd find someone to kill, someone familiar -- Peter, maybe, or Elle -- in an effort to stain her hands with blood by association. She'd close the Company yes, but she'd have to reopen it if only to cage him when he became a nuisance again.

That thought alone was enough to kill any possible hopes of further redemption he had, he knew, but at this point he didn't care. And that in mind, when he hit street level, he took a moment to look around before making a beeline in the direction of the apartment Bennet had mentioned Elle was keeping these days.

She was close and more convenient than Peter. She'd be a good start.

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[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

Elle was trying to live a normal life key word was trying. With the help of Noah, she was able to get an apartment and with the money she was left from her father many separate accounts, she was rather set. She hated it. She wanted to be an agent. It was what she was raise to be, she needed the rush of it, the thrill of the chase and now she had nothing, but at least she could live, right?

With a sigh, she walked in her apartment from shopping and kicked the door shut behind her. She tossed the keys on the table and made her way to the kitchen dropping a bag of groceries off. Made her way back to her room, dropping the rest of the bags of clothes she got on her bed. Elle needed to find something to do with her spare time. Noah had suggested a job, which she laughed at. Sadly, she was seriously thinking about it now.

She went into the kitchen and put the food away, popped a television dinner in the oven and decided to get a quick shower. Within thirty minutes, the new clothes were put up, fleshly showered, and Elle was sitting on the floor in her living room, channel surfing with her wet hair pulled back in low ponytail, white tank top, with the grey uniform pants she took from the company when she was fired, with her picked at dinner beside her.

[heroslayer]

It had taken him longer than he'd been expecting to get to Elle's apartment -- New York traffic would always be a bitch, he was sure, despite the fact that he'd seen two people flying on his way here -- but it didn't matter. There he was, and judging by the light he could see filtering through the curtains of the apartment, so was Elle.

Allowing himself a small, wicked smile, he let himself into the building and moved to Elle's door. He hesitated there for a moment, trying to decide between subtlety and brute force, and then he was raising a hand, two fingers turning slow circles in the air. The door unlocking itself for him, he entered the apartment silently, closed the door behind him and immediately moved away from the entrance.

No doubt Elle knew she wasn't alone already -- she was sitting right there, and a door opening on its own didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out, really -- but still. Out of all the things he missed most about hunting people like them, it was the games. Keeping out of sight. Making people wonder what they were trapped in a room with. Making people afraid. Things like that.

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

When she heard the door open/close, Elle turned the television off and looked at it since that was odd. She hopped off the floor with ease, pushed her wet ponytail back as she walked to the door. She arched a brow looked at the door, pulled it open, seeing no show of force to it. Elle looked in the hall, saw it empty and then shut it.

The moment the door shut, her palm flipped out and a ball of energy appeared, she turned with her back against the door. She wasn’t born yesterday and doors just didn’t magical open and closed. She stood there for a moment as she looked in the kitchen then the tiny hall leading to her room. Who would come to bother her anyways? Elle had been lying low, staying out of trouble, she sighed as she moved down the hall as it dawned on her who it might be, but she could be wrong.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are” she sung in an alluring voice, “I promise I won’t hurt you, much, if you make this easy.” It was all lies. She was going to fry whoever was in her apartment, especially if it was him. Elle paused in the hallway as she listened to see if she could hear any movement.

[heroslayer]

He made a soft, amused noise. Telling as to where he was, maybe, but he didn't stand still long enough for her to be able to track the sound of his voice. Just because he was immortal didn't mean that he particularly felt like being fried to death.

"Somehow I don't buy that, Elle," he murmured from where he'd stopped a few feet behind her. If she turned, however, she would find him gone already, somewhere else in the span of seconds that it took her to spin. God, he'd missed this. Why had he let his mother take it away from him?

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

“I knew it!” she remarked as she pivot on her heal, shot of a stream, but he was gone and she hit the wall. “Shit” she muttered to herself half-doubting if her mind was playing tricks on her as she ran back up the hall to the other side of the apartment. “What do you want Gabriel?” she sneered with viciousness as she looked around for him.

Any normal person would have been making an escape, get out of the apartment. However not Elle, maybe she was looking for a fight, to feel that rush, it was him after all. “I have nothing for you,” they both she didn’t, she wasn’t worth anything anymore. She walked back into the living room. “If you wanted to come to say hello, you could have knocked, that way when I didn’t open the door, you would know you weren’t welcome.” she bitterly spat out as paused in the middle of the room waiting.

[heroslayer]

"My mistake," he shot back, punctuating the statement with another quick move. "I'll keep that in mind, next time." A pause and then he amended, "If there is a next time. Mommy let me off the leash today, and I'm just dying to pick up where I left off. I thought maybe I'd start with you, for old time's sake."

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

“Tie up the loose end?” she retorted with a snort, “More like doing mommy dearest dirty work.” she laughed for it was known Angela didn’t like Elle. She whipped her head around to see if he was near her. Elle really should leave now, if what he said was true, he would kill her. Although for a fleeing moment, that didn’t seem so bad.

Making her way to the doorframe she turned to look around again. “Why don’t you go after someone more high profile them me, make a statement? I was just doing my job.” she informed the empty room as the energy crackled in her hand. “You should know how that is now.”

[heroslayer]

"No more loose ends to tie up. No more 'just doing my job'. No more Company." He stopped moving behind her again and held his ground. She could zap him if she really felt inclined; he'd survive and she'd still end up dead. "Not after today. You see the news? We're not so special anymore."

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

She turned to looked at him and even if her heart quicken at the sight of him, she wouldn’t show fear or anything else for that matter. “I stop watching the news,” she retorted as she crossed her arms staring at him. “I never said I was special,” Elle added, even though she was. “I think you should leave.”

Elle was determine to get him out of her house or herself out. With her head held high, she moved to walk by him to open the door.

[heroslayer]

He tilted his head to one side slowly, watching as the door moved on its own to mirror him, slamming shut nearly as soon as she'd opened it. His eyes jumped from the door to her, and he offered her a slow, sick smile. "And if I don't feel like it?" Which, clearly, he didn't if what he done with the door was any indication.

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

She jumped back from the slamming down and turned to look at him and moved closer to him. “Just kill me then! Get it over with. It’s what you want and you get what you want. What more do I have to live for right? No company, no daddy, so lets just make it no Elle.” A step closer she would be in his face, she could fry him, but she would never be able to escape.

Her blue eyes looked up at him, “Just do it, make a whole lot of people happy in this world.”

[heroslayer]

"Funny," he remarked, still looking amused in a deranged sort of way, "most people would be begging for their lives at this point. Not begging for me to kill them." And that much alone seemed to make him hesitate, fingers curling and uncurling at his side, though he didn't raise a hand to start sawing into her.

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

She inched up closer to him, "Well we both know I am not most people." she sneered as she looked up at him, slowly her hands touched his arm. "Do it." she whispered, “I dare you.”

[heroslayer]

Rage followed her challenge, wiring his jaw shut tightly, and he reached out. Lightly, he traced his fingers over her cheek and then he was pulling his hand away, fingers flicking out to throw her against the wall none too kindly and pin her there. His other hand came up, level with her hairline, and the grin returned though it never touched his eyes.

Still, however, he failed to cut into her, instead asking, "Planning on overloading this time, Elle? Or can we skip that part?"

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

She inhaled sharply when he touched her, she didn’t think he would do that. With a grunt her body slam up against the wall and her moaned to the impact. She knew this wasn’t going to be pleasant. When he hand came up, her eyes widen, he was really going to do this!

When he questioned her, her eyes sadden some, it was only right that this was happening by him. She did kill him to a point, he was just returning the favor. “Just do it already.” she breathed as her eyes flinched.

[heroslayer]

"Answer the question first," he snapped.

Normally, he wouldn't have bothered wasting time with conversation -- she'd offered, and he'd been wholly deprived in the murder department for months now, after all -- but for some reason, he couldn't help it. He was stalling. Him, known killer and damn proud of it, and he was intentionally trying to buy Elle time. He couldn't say why, but all the anger and want in the world wasn't helping him get it the hell over with. Maybe Angela had done a better job on him than he thought.

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

She arched a brow to his antics, “No.” she said in a deadpan voice. ”I will stand here, well pin here, and let you have your way with me.” she added with a roll of her eyes. “I told you do it.” her eyes glancing over him almost in longing now.

[heroslayer]

He flashed her a wolfish grin at the way she put that, though the expression was short-lived, there and then gone, fading into something unreadable a moment later. Again, he hesitated, finger still pointed viciously at her forehead, though unmoving, and then he sighed, dropping his hand away. He let her down directly there after, letting her fall from where he'd pinned her unceremoniously, and turned on his heels a sneer tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I'd tell you to get out, but it's your damn house."

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

She fell to the floor with a grunt and sighed, almost disappointed that he didn’t do as he threaten. She frowned as he spoke, but a hint of smile graced her lips it was ironic twist of thing as he finished. She could rib him on. Make him madder, maybe she will she decided as she hopped off the floor.

Elle brushed him to pick up her dinner to trash it since she was sure if was cold, it was crap anyways. She remarked as she moved past him to go into the kitchen to toss the meal, “You can leave since you are useless to me. You know where the door is, right?” Elle jeered at him.

[heroslayer]

He shot her a black look. "I'm sure I can find it," he answered, though rather than moving towards it, he shifted towards her couch. And throwing himself down on it, he turned his head in the direction of the kitchen. "But I'm not sure I want to."

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

She scoffed to his words as she came to look at him in the doorway “You know you are unwelcome, right?” she asked, but she knew that didn’t bother him. Elle’s eyes lingered a little longer then she meant to and she pushed off the doorframe, to sit back on the floor, she planed on ignoring him.

Settling back on the floor, remote back in the hand, she stated to flip through the channel again, his presences unnerved her. Elle with a sly smirk pointed her finger at her side with out looking at him and shocked his leg, as if she was a little kid. She still could push him in to leaving or killing.

[heroslayer]

He hissed, recoiling from her a bit, and shot her a dirty look. His jaw worked a bit, as if he planned on asking her what the hell that had been all about, but he seemed to think better of it. Judging by the fact that she'd begged him to kill him after trying to throw him out, he was fairly sure he could guess what she was going for. And so, slowly, he settled back into the couch, still watching her.

"Touch me again, and I'll break your fingers," he threatened. Not kill, not leave -- not like she wanted -- but torture instead.

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

She smirked at the television when she heard the hiss, been her favorite thing all week. She was such a sadist and loved causing pain to other people, one of the many drawl backs of not working anymore, she couldn’t do that.

“Promises, promises,” Elle replied back in a bored voice as if she didn’t believe him when he threatened her, but she did know he would, he was a killer after all “Why are even still here?” she asked as she looked over at him he eyes taking him in. She tossed the remote at him and hopped off the floor, Elle then moved beside him, on the couch with a smirk on her knees “Why would break my fingers, when I can shock you from other places as well.” she taunted him as she leaned back on her feet.

[heroslayer]

He swatted the remote away viciously, eyes darting to it in time to watch as the back came off and the batteries scattered. It wasn't broken -- he could tell that just with that cursory glance -- but there was something satisfying about what he had done to it. Hell if he could say why, however, nor did he allow himself more than that brief instant to enjoy it. He needed to keep his eyes on Elle.

"Instant gratification," he answered, flashing her a feral grin. "Sure, you could shock me from somewhere else, but I'd get to hear you scream, first."

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

“You are going to fix that before you leave,” she informed him as she frowned at the remote on the floor. “It took me forever to get the coding,” she pouted slightly. However, with a roll of her eyes to show how she was not satisfied with his answer, Elle moved to get the remote off the floor.

Elle laughed as she bent down to pick it up and the batteries. “You know…” she commented slyly as she looked over at him, still bent down “If you want to hear me scream, there are other ways to do that.” Elle smirked she snapped up and looked at him very seriously, “Some could be pleasurable to both parties,” she was teasing him though as she moved back to sit next to him. “Fix it…” she looked at him and sighed as she held it out for him to take, “You are going to make me say it… fine.” she rolled her eyes “Please. I didn’t really have this kind of stuff at the Company...So it’s annoying to program.”

[heroslayer]

A sucker for begging and she had said please, he took the remote from her with a frown, pressing the batteries into the back before sliding the cover into place. He studied the thing for a moment, and then he was turning it on the TV, flicking through a couple of channels before turning it off again. It worked, she got what she'd wanted, but he didn't turn to hand it back to her.

Instead, he raised his eyebrows at her, the frown still caught in the corners of his mouth. "Five minutes ago, you wanted me to kill you," he informed her, as if she wasn't perfectly aware of that. "And now you're hitting on me? Mixed signals much, Elle?"

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

“I am sociopath who’s bored,” she pointed out as she crossed her arm across her chest defensively. “Although killing me, would be the wisest thing to do since thanks to you. I have no life and no job, but yet you won‘t.” Elle flashed him a fake to smile and then rolled her eyes, “Hitting on you just a perk. Plus, not like you would do anything anyways.”

She moved slightly, bringing her legs up on the couch to her chest with her toes hanging off the edge, wiggling them. “Why are you even here?” she asked as she turned to look at him.

[heroslayer]

"I'm not that person anymore," he muttered in response to the idea that he wouldn't kill her. He'd proven that, he figured, in all the hesitation he'd done when he'd first burst in here, threatening her. He just couldn't do it, no matter how much he told himself he wanted to. His mother had trained him well.

He sighed, making a face. "And I told you why I was here already. No more Company, no where to be. Pinehearst won. You'd be out of a job with or without me."

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

“To be one of the smartest men alive, you are dumb,” she stated rather hatefully more then what she meant. “I was talking more about the hitting on me part, not the killing me. I have seen you kill, I am aware you can do it.” Elle snapped at him and shook her head.

“Yes, you told me why you came, but since you can’t complete the task. Why are you staying?” she asked “Don’t think I am letting you stay here, you will leave before the night over with,” Elle added “This apartment only got room for one insane person and I fit the bill quite nicely.”

“Why not go to Pinehearst?” she asked, “Weren’t you asked to join?” Elle was just being nosy now and with a sigh she moved to lean over him, to get the remote back from him. She couldn’t stand being in a silent room for long.

[heroslayer]

He rolled his eyes, declining comment on both the sleeping with her issue and the reason why he was staying. He didn't want to talk about either for whatever reasons, and so he jumped on the question about Pinehearst.

"I probably could. I think my father would kill to have me there -- " Or at least have him come in so that he could take his abilities as he'd heard Arthur had done to so many others. " -- but it's -- I don't want to work with Rambo Barbie." Claire. "And I don't agree with what my father's doing. I mean ... have you been to Times Square lately? There are people who can fly everywhere. It's not right. Not everyone deserves to be like us."

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

As she was leaned over him to get the remote, she turned to look at him, almost face to face, “Pompoms knows how to suck the fun out of everything,” Elle scoffed and rolled her eyes to everyone falling “Finally, we agree on something.” Elle snatched the remote and moved to were she wasn’t so close to him and started to flip through the channels. She was against it as well, but only cause Elle was born with her ability and love being different for the others.

“But it would a place for you to go other then here,” she pointed out. Elle turned to look at him flashing him a look as if he should take that hint. Her stomach gave a little growl, but Elle ignored it and went back to flipping through the channels.

[heroslayer]

"I pass." A pause, and then he was flashing her a wry smile. "And you realize that the more you tell me to go away, the longer I'm going to hang around, right? Just because it pisses you off."

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

"Who said I am pissed off?" she asked as she looked over at him. "I might be many things, but pissed off would have a burnt smell of flesh in the air." Elle did have a point.

Her stomach growled again, "Do what you want, I don't care." she didn't mind the company, even if it was him. "I only have one bed and that's mine. Unless you plan on sharing it with me, which you already showed you dislike for that idea, you get the couch." Elle hopped off the couch and went into the kitchen, her dinner was ruined afteral and she was hungry.

[heroslayer]

"My mistake," he muttered, stretching out on the couch. Clearly he didn't have a problem with staying there.

He raised a hand, flicking the TV off without touching it or the remote, and then he let his eyes drift in her direction. And after a moment, he asked, "Why didn't you go? My father would have taken you in -- someone else he could turn against my mother. You could have been Claire's boss."

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

“Have you ever got tired of fighting?” she asked as she walked back in the room looking at him. “Haven’t you ever just wanted something…normal?” Elle wrinkled her nose at that, but it was what she wanted, at the time. “I could have went, but…” she shook her head “We fight enough as it is, I am tired of always chasing you and that’s more then likely what I would have ended up doing.”

Elle moved some of her hair back and stared at him, went back into the kitchen, she had noodles cooking, something simple and fast. She called out, “Not like it matters, I don’t even bother and yet here you are anyways.”

[heroslayer]

"We don't get a normal life, Elle." He raised a hand, fingers spread wide as he raised the remote from where she'd left it idly, all without touching it. "This is who we are. What we are. And even with people ending up like us -- even with my father winning -- it's not going to stop."

He paused, dropping his hand back into his lap, and the remote fell with the gesture. It bounced in protest as it hit the couch cushions and he made a face at it. "If anything, things are just going to get worse, now. People are going to get hurt. And my mother's an idiot for not being able to see that."

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

Laughter came from the kitchen she couldn’t help it! Here was Gabriel Gray in her house worried about people getting hurt? She peeked back out from the kitchen, “Are you serious?” Elle laughed again, this was ridiculous and walked back in the kitchen since the noodles started to boil over.

With two bowls in her head, Elle made her way back into the room with him. She paused handing him a bowl and then moved back on the floor. “I am the last person who wants to listen to the woes of your parents.” Elle’s were dead and she already knew Angela was idiot.

She scooped up some noodles, “Since when did you start caring about other people?” she asked absentmindedly as she blew on them.

[heroslayer]

He flashed her a black look, steel lacing through his jawline. "People change based on their surroundings. The people they associate with. You remember that much, don't you? What you and Noah did to me because your daddy thought it was a good idea to make some poor, little watchmaker into a monster?"

Chandra had helped with that, too, but he left that part out; he was tearing into Elle, not Mohinder.

"But someone -- my mother -- actually bothered to give me the time of day. She was -- she helped me. It's been, what, a year? It's been good for me. I can control myself, now. And excuse me if I've gone back to being closer to who I was before you screwed me over, while you've stayed the same. Stagnant and pathetic."

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

“You seem to forget the company had many founders, hence your parents. They all knew what was going on.” Elle remarked coolly, even though his words did bother her. “You were a job Gabriel, a lab rat for them to toy with, one I didn’t want to make, but had to.” she sat her noodles down and looked over at him, but got up.

“Normal was the one thing I never got to be. Its sucks, sure, but what else am I to do? It might make me pathetic, but it’s something I chose for myself. You weren’t raised within those walls, I was. You weren’t raised to do the jobs I had to do, I was and for you to be preaching to me about being stagnant, your mommy dearest did that, not me. I am the one here, trying to be normal, cause if I went to you daddy, I would be chasing you all over again. I am tired of chasing you!”

Her hands were on her hips as she glared at him. “I won’t apologize for what I done, but if I ever faced the chance of making that choice again, I won’t do it. I’d take the jacket that was offered to me the day Noah and I argued about it and leave. Believe it or not, Sylar,” she said that to be mean. “I liked Gabriel, I liked him enough to try and stop him from killing. You might not recall that since all you saw was my power, but I tried. I liked him enough to comprise myself and got in trouble for that.”

Her hand shot out, ball of energy manifested in her palm. “You know the main thing you son of a bitch, I’d wish I would have took that jacket and left. Cause my father would be alive, he would hate me, never talk to me again, but at least I wouldn’t be alone and you wouldn’t be on my fucking couch belittling me.” She closed her hand into a fist, “I am going to bed. You know where the door is, use it.”

[heroslayer]

He was on his feet in a flash, then at her side, reaching for her wrist. Brutally, he twisted her arm up and back, taking care to keep her hand pointed away from him for what little good it would do him. He took a deep breath, fighting against more violence just for the sake of violence -- he'd worked so hard over the last year, and he wouldn't let her screw that up now -- and then exhaled through his teeth, sharply.

"My mother knew," he told her in a tone he generally reserved for threats, "but she wasn't behind that. Your father was in control then. Your father did this to me -- to us, or are you going to ignore the fact that he screwed with you for the better part of your life?" His mother and Noah had told him all about that. "I did you a favor, getting rid of him. You wanted a normal life? I gave it to you, when I attacked you. When Angela fired you."

He let her go, pushing her away as she released. "And no, you didn't try. You ran. I was only telekinetic then. You could have put me out of my misery. Stopped my heart for long enough to make me stop. But you didn't. You don't get the luxury of feeling like you did the right thing because you didn't. You're no better than them. No better than me."

Turning, he marched back to the couch, and flopped down on it. "Go to bed, Elle. Run away again."

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

She hissed as he grabbed her, force to listen to him, but he was wrong and as he pushed her away she stumbled back some. “Do you want me to thank you for it?” she snapped at him as she watched him go back to the couch, “MY DADDY LOVED ME!” Elle yelled at him, showing him how truly hurt she was, “He just showed it in different ways. At least he didn’t stand by and watched it happen, did he? No, he was behind it! He made it happen, he loved me enough to be done by his hands, not anyone else, and loved me enough to erase the memories.” Her logic was twisted, but in her mind, she had a point. Elle didn’t know about the testing until a few years ago. “All you did was left me alone.” she pointed out.

Seeing she was getting to him, Elle pushed wanted to push him further. “What do I have to run away from? You? You want me to stay here with you?” she asked him as she stood there, but before he could answer Elle sat on him. She figured he would push her off, but she wanted to push him a little further.

She looked at him with a gleam in her eyes as if she was on to something. Elle’s hand went to his hair, her finger tips brushed through it. “I didn’t want to hurt you that‘s why I didn‘t…” she remarked softly, but then she withdrawal her hand and sighed “I knew if I did, I would have been in more trouble and Daddy was all I had.” She knew he wouldn’t understand, she didn’t think he would ever understand, Elle situation was different then everyone else. "Everything I did was for the love of my father, you of all people should understand that."

[heroslayer]

"Whatever."

He'd ignored most of what she said, not really needing to know what she was on about because he had no intention of replying. She was an idiot, and he'd made a mistake in coming here. He'd stay as long as he needed to, to get his feet back under him after being all but thrown out by his mother, and then he'd be gone.

"Go to bed, Elle," he repeated, coolly.

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

“Whatever, go to bed Elle.” she mocked back at him, “Don’t tell me what to do, you are in my home” She snapped at him, very angry and now wanting to fight so Elle shoved him. However, since he didn’t seem to interested, she needed to get away from him. “I am going out, I want you gone by the time I get back.” she informed him as she moved to her room and slammed the door.

Within a ten minutes, the petite woman made her way out in black slacks, tight green blouse, heels in her hands as she walked over to the table to get her keys. “Gone.” she stressed as she set her shoes down and slid them on “I am not kidding, Gabriel.”

[heroslayer]

He frowned at her, half-tempted to repeat her last sentence, mocking her as she had him, but he thought better of it. Instead, he made a little face, rolling his eyes, and then flashed her a smile that was a mockery of the actual expression. "If you say so."

He planned on being asleep on her couch, by the time she got back. Screw her and her damn orders.

[snarky-blonde.livejournal.com]

"I will fry your ass if you are not out of here." Elle threaten, which was empty and she knew she couldn't hurt him. Her keys were snatched up and she flipped her hair at him.

"Good night Gabriel, it was so nice to see you again." she purred at him with a roll of her eyes and left him, slamming the door behind her.