A/N: For those of you who read the two previous chapters already, I added a second part to the second chapter, so you might want to take a few more minutes to read that. Also, if you're in the SylarxMohinder community on LJ (Mylarfic) I update there more often than I do here. Join if you're so inclined. :D
Third Entry Private Entry
I'm sorry I haven't updated in a few days. Lots of things have been going on and I haven't had the time to sit down and type up a good blog entry. Even though it's not like anyone's reading this anyway.
It turns out Molly is allergic to fur. Cat fur and dog hair and any other type of an animal's outer coating. So pets are out of the question. She also thinks fish are boring and pointless. I'm at a loss about the whole pet thing. Perhaps I should take a parenting class.
I find it ridiculous that I can solve the most complex of problems using logic and experimentation, yet I seem to fall short in many ways when it comes to raising a child. Perhaps it's some sort of sign… I think I need a girlfriend.
I've got entirely too much time on my hands. The Ms. Sanders' son, Mikah, has made sure I'm financially secure. He said it was the least he could do after I saved his father's life.
Yesterday Peter called. Sylar's killed again. They found a body with the head removed in the way only Sylar can do. Mr. Parkman was still in the hospital and unable to help us with the investigation.
We spend days in this small town in Texas investigating the scene, and trying to figure out the woman's power. The cheerleader's father was there as well. He didn't bring Claire though. It was strange though. She was a fairly good-looking woman, but she lived on her own and from the things we found in her trailer, she seems to move very often.
Afterwards, I went back to the hotel. I didn't bring Molly with me by the way, I asked Ms. Sanders and D.L. to watch her while I was away. They were kind enough to agree. She and Mikah get along so well. It's cute. Except for when they fight…….
Moving on, the day became even more interesting when I stepped into my hotel. I suddenly felt very tired, but managed to make it to the bed before collapsing onto it. That's when I saw Him.
And I say Him because I know who He is. And this isn't for anyone else to see.
He came from the back of the hotel room, where the bathroom was. He didn't look any different than when he died...or...escaped rather. As he approached me, I tried to turn and run, but I couldn't move. I didn't know whether it was his telekinesis or if it was the fact that my legs refused to move. This terrified me even more.
Sylar shut the door behind me, and pinned me against the closed door. "What do you want from me?"
"You know what I want. Give me the list…and that girl. The one that was able to find me."
"I can't do that. I'd be putting hundreds of people in danger." I answered as I tried to slow my heart rate so I could think straight.
"Mohinder…" He sighed and released me.
I knew what he wanted to hear, and I knew the truth, but instead I shook my head. "You've been on everyone's mind recently. You're a bad man, Sylar, and you need to…" He used his telekinesis to shut me up, and so I just stood there, in front of the door, unable to move and unable to talk.
"I liked you better when we were friends. This time we're going to share a hotel room though." Sylar smirked. "And you're not going to tell anyone you've seen me, or I'll kill you." He looked at me with his twisted grin and I was about to respond with a grunt or whatever sound I could make, but I felt something brush across my crotch. My eyes looked down, then back at the man who murdered my father. "Did you like that?"
I shook my head. It was the only thing I could do. I was a dear caught in headlights. I was literally not capable of doing a thing in my defense. Again I felt it. More elaborate this time. Like a closed hand moving up and down my…. I'm still not entirely comfortable talking about it. I gasped though, and if it weren't for my skin complexion my face would have been bright red and my eyes fell shut. This entire time I never once questioned why. It was as if there was some kind of mutual understanding between us.
I opened my eyes and he was suddenly directly in my face, his hands tugging my belt off. "What are you doing?"
I blinked and he was gone, I was thrown onto the bed, and the candles went out just before there was a knock on the door. Sylar moved into the bathroom silently and motioned for me to answer the door.. "Coming!" I heard laughter, and I didn't get it until after my face was heated with another blush.
It was Noah. "I'm going to head back early, I'm worried for Claire's safety. You can stay until tomorrow as planned. When you get back, give me a call." And with that he was gone, and I shut the door.
I could have told him everything, but I instead I said nothing. Damned myself to a night with the man who murdered my father.
"He's gone." I said quietly.
"Now where did we leave off?" Sylar emerged from the bathroom with a towel hanging loosely around his waist. "Get on the bed." He instructed before doing it himself with a simple movement of his hand.
I gulped in anticipation. I knew what he had planned, at least I thought I did. And the worse part is that I wanted it. I shut my eyes and it was all gone.
I woke up the following morning to Noah knocking loudly at the door. He said check-out was in a few minutes and I must have overslept. That's when I realized it was all a dream and the proof was the throbbing below my waste that I was forced to ignore until gone.
Sounds like a crappy ending of a movie, doesn't it? I'm positive there is something wrong with me. Absolutely positive.
I'm home now though, and Molly is safe. We found out the woman murdered was Claire's birthmother. Now both her biological parents are deceased. It must be hard on her.
Tomorrow Mr. Parkman is going to be released from the hospital. I'm going to take Molly to see him, and hopefully get this vulgar thoughts out of my mind.