"Maybe you should have been," he spoke in a quiet tone. Eyes traveled over Veronica's form as she stepped into the living room. This was the moment that had appeared in many of his fantasies and Sylar wanted to memorize every detail. What she was wearing, the look on her face, the hitch in her breath. The way that her chest heaved from fear and anticipation. Yes, he wanted to have this moment stored in his memory forever, to make it a vital part of him.
Without warning, not that he ever gave one, Veronica was sent flying across the room and pinned to the wall. All that it required was a flick of his wrist. "You have no idea how powerful I really am." There was a confidence in his eyes as he approached her. "Or what I'm capable of."
There was no effort to try and disguise the way he was looking over her body. Much like a predator would stare at their prey. "But you're going to find out before this is over." The material of her shirt split down the middle as if being cut by an invisible force. He could hear her quickly her heart was pounding and it only turned him on.