"Oh my God." You mumble, quickly moving away from your boyfriend, Gabriel. Although, he's been going by Sylar for a while. He still lets you call him Gabriel, but no one else.

"Y/N.." He mumbled, walking towards you.

"No!" You screams, grabbing a broken piece of furniture to use as a weapon. "Stay away from me, Gabriel!"

"Y/N, I'm sorry I scared you." Gabriel, or as you wanted to call him now, Sylar said.

"Sorry you scared me, how long have you been doing this?!" You remark, tears forming in your eyes. Fear was taking over your body and mind, you couldn't control yourself.

"A while. I don't want to scare you. I won't hurt you." Sylar told you, kneeling down in from of you. He showed you that he didn't have weapons, taking his shirt off and putting it back on. Same with his pants. "See, not armed. I don't want to harm you."

"You scare me Sylar. Please go." You say, still gripping the piece of furniture.

"Don't call me Sylar. Please. Gabriel. I prefer it when you call me that. My enemies call me Sylar." Sylar insisted, sitting beside you. He slowly took the furniture and tossed it across the room.

"Fine. Please leave Gabriel." You say, your voice firm as it could be. Your voice was quivering as well.

"I don't want to. I love you and I want to convince you I won't hurt you." Gabriel insisted, wrapping his arms around you.

"Why." You state more than ask. Your head was on his chest, one of him hands on your head pulling you close.

"Because I love you and I don't want you to leave." He muttered, kissing the top of your head. He moved down until he was kissing you lips. "I'm so sorry. I promise I won't drag you into anything."

"You better not." You say, kissing him. "Thank you Gabriel."

"Why are you thanking me?" Gabriel asked, still kissing you. Both of you spoke between kisses.

"For not hurting me. For not pulling me into anything dangerous. Promise me one thing, no killing unless that person deserves it." You ask, hoping you didn't just anger him. He stopped kissing you and thought.

"I'll do my best." He decided, kissing you again. As long as he didn't hurt anyone unless completely necessary, you could live with it. It was strange, dating a serial killer, but most people don't see their soft sides. The side that is romantic and soft, the side that loves you.