Chapter 05: Geraldine (Part 1)

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[Date: Lost]

[Location:Unknown]

[Perspective: Narrator]

A not very tall man, just under 1.80 m with black hair, red glowing eyes, white complexion, was standing in front of a mirror and looking at his own reflection.

He was neither happy by his own looks nor annoyed by it, but for some reason he kept on staring at every nook and cranny of his face in wonder.

From a strangers' perspective, this scene would have been surely unnerving, because the man would occasionally touch his face or cut some strange faces. He keeps on looking at his reflection from side to side as if he was wondering who this face actually belongs too.

"It has been a few years since I last saw my own reflection. It is quite unnerving. The feeling of watching into a mirror just to be stared at by some stranger instead of yourself. Seeing a different face than your owns, at first I was creeped out, and so I tried to avoid looking at mirrors, but after a few years I got used to it. I am a different person now.": the man spoke, he has a deep, charming voice.

*Sigh*

"Even my voice is different now, and I needed a really long time getting used to it all.": the man spoke up.

"Who are you talking too?": a woman's voice suddenly brought me out of my thoughts.

"No one in particular. I am just talking to myself.": he replies.

"Why would you do that?": She asks as she throws herself unto the man's bed, watching him from there as he is staring at himself.

"I feel as if I am not myself any more, but I know who I am. I am Sylar.": He replies calmly as he slowly turns around.

His black eyes fixing themselves on the half backed woman in his bed.

*Smirk*

"No matter who you are, you are the one who is here now. Now, come here and give me what I want.": She says succinctly.

After some fun time, they're lying besides each other on the big bed, and she is looking satisfied and tired out at him.

"Well, was not that something now?": She asks with a bright smile gracing her beautiful face.

"Hehe, it sure was.": Sylar replies.

"So what was this all about, you are not feeling like yourself?": the woman asks as she turns around to face him, while he still keeps on looking at the ceiling.

"If I were to tell you that a few years ago, I woke up, and I was not in my own body any more, but instead in some stranger's body. Would you believe me or would you call me a lunatic?": Sylar asks.

"I'd ask you what kind of person you are now? Does it even matter if this is not your body? Does it matter who you were before you woke up? It is who you are now, that is all that matters.": she says as she climbs out of bed lighting up a pipe to smoke some more opium.

"Haha, that is one way to look at it.": Sylar replies, amused by her straightforward thinking.

"What other way is there to look at it? You are not the man that you once were, neither are you the man whose body you have taken over, so whatever you perceive yourself as is what you are.": She answers while taking a deep breath from the pipe.

"Have you thought about my offer?": Sylar asks.

"About you giving me eternal youth, unimaginable power, and all of it just for servitude?": She asks amused.

"Exactly.": Sylar replies, equally amused.

"I'd be an idiot not to take it. I am just a prostitute and I will be one till the day I get discarded. Once my beauty is used up, my health waning, age leaving his scars on me, all I will have then is a slow death out on the streets.": she says, showing how cynical she is beneath all the beauty she has to show off.

She is a petite blonde with dangerous green eyes, and assets to die for, curves that make your mouth water, but all of this is not what really intrigued Sylar.

What really intrigued Sylar about her is the way she moves, the way she thinks, her sharp wits, her even sharper tongue, and her bleak realistic view on reality.

She is a femme fatale, she is the kind of woman that is aware of who she is, that knows what she is, and knows what to do to get what she wants.

A smile and a wink are all it takes for most of the men to fall down in front of her, and she knows this and knows how to play the game.

"If you have decided on what you want, Geraldine, then come here and lay down.": Sylar says as he points towards the bed.

She moves towards the bed and lies down without saying another word. Sylar can smell that she is excited at the moment about finally becoming eternal, leaving behind her worries of ageing, losing her beauty, losing her worth and being thrown out, about always being weak.

"Cliffhanger no Jutsu!!!" — Author