1Stories of the Beautiful Nothing
Disclaimer: Again don't own Heroes or the song Siren by singer/actress Majandra Delfino. Too beautiful of a song to be mine. When I heard this song it reminded me of what the relationship between Gabriel/Sylar would be if he was still Sylar. So this takes place in a parallel universe, Heroes has tons of them obviously. More specifically, it's in the explosion future where Sylar pretends to be Nathan. At some point, I'll write about their relationship in the real Heroes-verse, but I think the idea of Sylar and Mirei as a couple when he's evil is too interesting to ignore, I'll write it partly inspired by Joker/Harley and Heathcliff/Catherine in Wuthering Heights. Also, tihsi s my last chapter, not a happy ending but there was nevr meant to be any clear ending, you'll see more of Mirei later on. Anyway, happy writing!
Why do you decide to run these circles bruised around my thighs?
Sleepless nights the bleeding clots
why your eyes encapture my thoughts?
Staring at, smirking at my ways.
Lying down I whisper you can stay.
Why can't everything just go my way?
He doesn't run circles bruised around my thighs. Not yet at least, but I wouldn't be surprised if at one point he does. He doesn't like BDSM, it's not that kind of thing. He laughed at me when I thought he did. He smirked at first, then laughed. How can I want him? How can I love him? At this point, I am so far gone and have lost so much, he's all I have. He understands me, I want him to stay.
''You think I exchange in child's play? Mere mortals engage in that. I don't do what they do in any form. I'm beyond them in everything, and so are you.'' he said smiling, a smile so sweetly poisonous.
Caught in this trap, you sneer as I fall,
My list of desires, your company is all.
You come as a siren who lures me to betray
I have come as a temptress unaware that I'd be losing at my game.
Almost all that I had before is gone. Parents, sister, brother in law, Hiro kun, Ando kun and countless others I don't even want to think about that fill me with darkness. Hiro's still alive, but I don't know him anymore. He has left me, apparently the man I loved as more than my cousin, like my older brother, my own onii san cared more about being a hero and saving a damn cheerleader than me because I'm beyond saving. Well he's right about that, I'm not a superhero but a renegade. To be a hero, I would have to be pure. I can no longer be pure, I'm caught in a trap now. I've tried to resist, to be who I was before, but what's the point of being good if no one expects from me or anyone else like me. What they want from me is what they'll get, and I won't be alone. Sylar has come as a siren, luring me to betray and I'm losing at my game. I want to scream out that he shouldn't, that I should be in control. However, when he pushes me against the wall and kisses me roughly, I give in. I give in to everything he is, everything he believes in, because now I see that in many ways we're the same. He and my friend Lane are the only ones that truly understand me and love me now.
Why do you conclude that you can look right through my eyes,
Expecting to read what I'm feeling here.
Claiming beauty left you dear.
This cliches what drives my force to you.
It's the element breaking us too.
If things were up to me I'd follow through.
''I can see right through you. There's nothing you can hide from me.'' he said with a smirk as he broke the kiss.
''I could say the same thing about you.'' I replied.
Eyes truly are the window to the soul. I can see that in his own dark and twisted way he loves me. I can even see it when he pretends to be Nathan Petrelli. He's the same person no matter who he morphs into, I'm one of the few that can see it.
Caught in this trap, you sneer as I fall,
My list of desires, your company is all.
You come as a siren who lures me to betray
I have come as a temptress unaware that I'd be losing at my game.
He's sneering at me as I fall deeper into his trap, becoming more and more like him every day. I'm losing at this game, but somehow I don't mind.
Why do I react this way? Never is our day of fucking bliss,
Why is it that I swoon to pay you back with this vendetta out.
I hate you for the pain, the doubt.
This beetlejuice comes jaded for my kiss.
Little suicides defend the pain.
The ghost of you that follows me is held to blame.
If I had you, I would not complain.
Sometimes I just hate him for what he does to him. He haunts me, he's so jaded and comes for my love. I know he loves me, but living with the ghost of his pain can be too much, then again I bring my own ghost to him.
Caught in this trap, you sneer as I fall,
My list of desires, your company is all.
You come as a siren who lures me to betray
I have come as a temptress unaware that I'd be losing at my game.
It's not a happy ending. This isn't a fairy tale of any kind. It's real though and it's ours.
''Shall we get to work? Find people who don't know how special they are?'' He said with a sinister smile as he transformed into Nathan Petrelli.
''Gladly.'' I replied with the same smile.