Who: Future!Sylar, Meredith Gordon When: This afternoon Where: Belvedere Rating/Warnings: Not sure Status: WIP
Sylar was suspicious. Of course he was. Why would Claire's mother want to see him? Unless this was some weird, fucked up Meredith from the future who had turned evil or some shit like that. But then again, with them all being from that? It wouldn't really surprise him if that ever did happen though, nor if it turned out he was related to her. That show had a way of fucking with his mind whether he liked it or not. But, he was done with it. he'd watch, but he wasn't going to let it have an effect on him.
Now if dear Meredith thought that this was going to be him just attacking her she would have to think again. He had her power already after all, so he didn't need or want to kill her as well, he didn't really kill unless he got personal gain on it. No need getting his hands dirty when he gets nothing in return after all. All he wanted was well. Sex. It had been a good while since he'd gotten laid, and a woman was just what he wanted.
He raised a brow when he got to the door of the hotelroom she had given him and leaned against the doorway, brow cocked already as he oozed egocentricness and brought a hand up to knock on the door.