Chapter 05: Geraldine (Part 2)

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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.

"It will only hurt for a moment, Geraldine, and when you wake up everything will be much more.": Sylar explains with a reassuring smile on his face as he holds her hand, slowly caressing her face, and kissing her.

Before she can even process what is going on, his teeth are buried into her neck, and he is drinking her blood hungrily, and then comes the pain.

She feels her veins burning from the inside, as if a fire is ravaging throughout her body, she cries out in pain, begging for death, and finally she ceases as her mind cannot take on any more of the pain.

Was it mere seconds, minutes, or maybe days who know who care, all knows and cares about Is that when she opened her eyes there he was standing with a beautiful smile on his face looking calmly at her.

"Geraldine greets you, Master.": She says as she smiles back at the man that gave her the very first real choice she had in her life.

"Master?? Are you into that?": he asks with a seductive smile on his face.

"Haha, I might be now.": She says, equally flirtatious.

"There is a time for everything else later now we need to feast and then bail. We don't want to attract unneeded attention now, do we?!": Sylar say's as he points towards an unconscious man lying in the corner.

"Wow?! You sure did a number on him!": She says shocked, both his arms and legs are broken, and hang limply, and he does not even have the power to cry any more because he is about to kick the bucket.

"He is just a scumbag. All that I did is well deserved for what he has done!": Sylar replies.

After a quick feasting, that was way too bloody because Geraldine is not yet used to drinking in a mannered way, the two of them are on their way running as fast as lightning through the night.

Faster and faster they run, as the wind is blowing in their faces, they feel the cold night air caressing them lovingly.

Once they stop, Geraldine can hear the sounds of the night singing a tune for them, she can smell the calming fresh smell of the forest, she takes a deep breath.

The darkness of the night that once made her feel fear, the wilderness she once would be too afraid to set a step in, the world she once was not a part of now all there for her to explore.

"How ironic.": Geraldine says with astonishment.

"Isn't it?!": Sylar says as he looks towards the full moon hanging high up over them, lighting up the night.

"I needed to die to feel alive.": Geraldine says.

"Breaking out of the restraints, killing who we are supposed to be, is what makes us feel alive. We only know who we are supposed to be by leaving behind whom we once were.": Sylar says, feeling the world.

They started running, for day's, they kept on running. Geraldine wanted to see all the world had to offer, and they just did that, the untouched forest's, the deepest canyons, the highest mountains, the unending oceans, and Geraldine ran around seeing them all.

She was free to explore and Sylar would not stop her from doing what she wanted, he ran alongside her, enjoying her company.

"Okay, is not it about time now to tell me, what I con do for you, Sylar?": Geraldine asks one evening as they are sitting inside their hotel room.

"Haha, already tired of the novelty of it?": Sylar asks, as he was wondering when she will be done with playing around.

"I will probably never get tired out of this feeling of freedom, but I know that I pledged my servitude, and I assume that my master has a plan, or why else would he need a servant?": She says with a smirk on her beautiful full lips.

"A few years ago, I woke up as a Vampire, and I came to realize two things immediately after my awakening. The first being, that it is a gift, and the second, that those who have it now are not really understanding its true worth.". Sylar replies, a bit annoyed.

"What do you mean?": Geraldine asks, she understands that it is certainly a gift, but what does Sylar mean.