SweetSara123 Author's Note: Hello everyone! Welcome to my first story in five years! Wow, it has been that long. I have recently become obsessed with "Heroes", especially the pairing of Sylar and Claire, so I decided to bring my writing brain back from a long hibernation and try to write a decent Sylaire fan fiction.

This story is and place season four, right after Sylar regains control of his body and mind and will be completely AU afterwards. This is a semi dark fic and is rated mature for several reasons! There will be language, violence, and of course sexual content. I hope you enjoy my story.

Summary: Claire has recently learned about the events of Nathan's death and Sylar's captivity in Nathan's body. She is also aware that Sylar is searching for her in order to get revenge on everyone involved in his captivity. What Claire doesn't know, however, is that Sylar has seen a glimpse of the future and that revenge will be the least of Claire's worries. A new eclipse is coming and a new enemy has emerged, his focus on Claire and the new changes that have emerged in her. Soon everything will change for Claire, Sylar, and everyone connected to them.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Heroes. I only own the new evil in the story who does not even have a name yet…

Eclipse of Change

Chapter One: Hollowness

College was supposed to be the only big change in Claire Bennett's life. The rocky path that she had taken to get to where she was now was supposed to be in the past. The company was gone, her family had separated but was still relatively normal, and her greatest enemy was dead. She had felt contempt with those thoughts. She did not think that she would have to worry about anything in college other than keeping her gift under wraps.

Those were the thoughts that had settled nicely into Claire's mind several weeks ago as she had gone through the normal routine of a college co-ed . Those thoughts were now gone. They disappeared the moment that she had found out the truth about Nathan and Sylar only fourteen hours ago.

Claire had to bite her tongue to keep herself from screaming in frustration at all of the lies that had been fed to her by her Dad and Angela. She was surprised when she felt the feather pillow that she had been clutching to her stomach for comfort give way, the fabric ripping apart and sending several white downy feathers flying across the room with the help of Gretchen's portable fan. Claire quickly looked to the prone, snoring figure of her roommate and was relieved to see that Gretchen was still a sound sleeper and did not even flinch as a few feathers lightly tickled the sleeping girl's skin.

Claire had wanted to be alone but decided that the best thing to do was try to push herself back into her college life, something she found almost impossible to do. She had refused Peter's invitation to stay at his place for a while so they could talk about what had happened. She didn't think that Peter really wanted company and she knew that she couldn't stand to be alone with Peter's grief. She knew that she couldn't stay at her dad's, her anger at him would have hurt them both. She couldn't trust her dad ever again, and that was only thing in her mind at that moment that she was certain of.

Claire let the remains of the pillow fall from her small hands as she quietly got up from her bed, slipping her feet into a pair of plain black flip flops. She pulled her white tank top down securely over her stomach and adjusted her too long black sweat pants as she made her way to the door. She had not been able to grieve for Nathan all day and she finally felt the stirring of sorrow and despair bubbling up from deep inside of her. She couldn't even release the anger that she had for her Dad, Angela, and the newly revived Sylar. She had felt empty all day until only a few seconds ago. She grabbed her jacket on the way to the door, quickly making sure Gretchen was still asleep before she slipped out. She needed to take a walk in order to finally let her grief replace the hollow feeling that was starting to seep into her mind even deeper.

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The loud sound of popping knuckles could be heard throughout an empty dark alley of downtown New York City. A tall, dark figure flexed his fingers in annoyance and anger as he stalked down the alley way as he searched every corner of the alley obviously in search of something. The figure was clad in dark pants and a dark shirt that clung to his tone frame nicely, a large hand running through the tresses of dark, unruly hair. The soft light of the moon reflected on a piece of broken glass managed to reveal the face of the dark, angry figure. Sylar's eyes were narrowed in thought and bewilderment at the idea that he was here instead of taking revenge on everyone that had even been remotely involved in his captivity in Parkman's mind.

Sylar remembered the shock he had felt when he had finally regained his freedom from the claustrophobic space of Matt Parkman's mind.. He had planned on dealing out his vengeance first on Parkman, but he was instantly interrupted by the feeling of a stranger's touch in his mind. He recalled the feeling of rage bubbling up inside of him at the thought of someone else screwing with his mind. Before he could follow the trail of the stranger's mental signature a series of images had erupted in his mind, almost forcing him to his knees. The images were scattered and very unclear, however there were three very distinct themes in the images that Sylar managed to hold onto. One was the image of this street and a flash of a homeless woman that held the answers to the reasons why he was seeing this images in the first place. The second was the darkening of the sun, another eclipse that was completely different than the first two eclipses that he had witnessed. And the last image, the image that bothered him the most was the sobbing form of Claire Bennet standing behind the figure of himself and gripping his shirt for protection as a stranger with immense power stepped forward. This was the only image that had words to it. The sound of the stranger's voice, more evil that Sylar's ever could be, still rang loudly in his ears. 'She is mine…and the world will crumble at our feet…'

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A light breeze lifted Claire's golden locks, letting them flow softly behind her as she walked slowly around the near empty campus grounds. Claire was relieved when she felt the sting of tears and the crushing weight of grief finally come upon her. She had thought that she would not even be able to feel the loss of her biological father. She thought that she wouldn't even be able to feel grief anymore. Claire managed to stumble towards a large oak tree before her knees gave out. A heart wrenching sob broke free from her quivering lips and the tears finally flowed freely down her face.

Nathan was gone, murdered by the man she feared most in the world. Her body convulsed with muted sobs as she remembered hugging the man that she had believed to be Nathan only a few weeks ago. Instead she had been hugging Sylar. Claire's fist suddenly shot out, slamming into the bark of the tree that she was clinging onto. Nothing happened to the tree but Claire could see the drops of blood seep into the grass before her wound closed. She never thought her hatred could grow even more for Sylar but Nathan's death proved her wrong. She hated the psychopath and would want nothing more than to see him suffer for all of the things that he had done to her and to her family.

Claire continued to let her anger and grief ride itself out for another whole hour, grateful that no one crossed her path. Claire's sobs began to die down and she felt the hollowness from earlier slowly return. She knew it would not control her this time because she had managed to grieve, however it would be difficult to get rid of the hollowness completely. Claire dragged herself up from the ground, not caring that her clothes were completely dirty. She let the few remaining tears fall to the ground as she made her way back to her dorm room.

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Sylar had finally found the person who he was looking for as he came upon the last dark corner of the alley. A old woman was huddled in the corner, her stench overpowering Sylar's sensitive smell. He grimaced as he stepped closer to the woman who looked as if she were asleep. Sylar could tell with a quick probe of her mind, a gift he had received from Parkman before leaving his prison, that she was not sleeping and that she had been waiting for him.

Sylar's mouth tightened as he lifted his hand up, forcing the woman up against the wall and sliding her upwards so she could look down at him. He was disappointed to see not a single sign of fear in her eyes. This bothered him more than he thought. After having been locked up in Parkman's mind for so long, he wanted nothing more to see the familiar glint of fear in his victim's eyes before he extinguished their life forever.

"Why are you not afraid of me?" Sylar asked the woman. His voice was hard and angry, trying to install even a small amount of fear in the vagrant woman.

The woman just stared at him for several moments before a toothless grin appeared on her face.

"I have seen you, watchman. I have seen what you will do to me, how you will take my gift from me. But I have also seen how you save the world…how you save her…" The woman spoke quietly but still with no sign of fear in her voice.

Sylar's telekinetic hold on her tightened and the woman gasped as her airway was cut off. Sylar hated being called watchman, hated the reminder of Gabriel Gray and he hated the unclear babble that came out of the woman's mouth. Sylar knew this woman had a gift. Her gift was like the painter's that he had killed so long ago, but it was different. He would not have to paint to see the future, or even dream of it. It would come to him whenever the future needed to be known. A remarkable gift…a gift that would soon be his.

Sylar let his hold loosen on the woman's throat, seeing that she had one last thing to say before he killed her. The woman sucked in a lungful of air before she let her gaze lock on to Sylar's. Her smile was gone and was replaced with a frown that pitied the man before her. There was still no fear in her eyes, just pity.

"You can only save the world….Gabriel Gray…..if you let her in completely. You must not let your need for fear and pain completely destroy her. She will be the one to save you in the end, but only if you allow it." The woman knew that these were her last words. She saw the flash of anger in the man's eyes before he raised his finger and sawed her head open.

Sylar was very disappointed that the woman only made a small whimpering sound as he cut into her skull. He let the body drop lifelessly to the ground before he knelt down and picked her brain for her gift.

Sylar felt like himself once again as he found the spot with her gift. He smirked as he took it, wondering when his new gift would emerge with the images that the woman had seen before he came. He stood up, glancing at the dead homeless woman one last time and feeling no regret before he stalked back into the shadows.

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Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed my first chapter. I would love reviews and I can't wait to see what everyone thinks. This is just a reminder that I have not written a story in five years, so please be kind to me. I will post another chapter as soon as I get a little feedback. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing!