Author's Notes: I am so sorry my wonderful and very understanding readers! The reason for the late update is the start of graduate school and a family emergency.

Thank you everyone for the great reviews! I am glad that everyone loves Noah as much as me. I just re-watched 'Company Man' and I fell in love with him all over again.

And a special Thank You to aclassistkitten for helping me come up with the name for Abbadon's 'brother'. Thank you.

I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is slightly shorter than the others but it has a lot of action, suspense, and Sylaire! Yay!

Eclipse of Change

Chapter Seven: Rescue

The landscape of the deserted highway where Claire had last seen Peter, struggling to get out from under the weight of the SUV, was replaced with a large basement area that contained halls and halls of filing cabinets. She did not know that the man, if he could even be called that, gripping her to his chest tightly had transported them into the Company's filing storage unit in Siberia.

Claire took a few deep breaths, trying to get over the traveling through space and time sickness that she was suddenly feeling. She didn't hurt anywhere but she still felt like her stomach was going to come up through her mouth. A very uncomfortable feeling. Her stomach settled a few seconds later and she then started to struggle in the stranger's grasp.

"Let me go! Put me down, now!" Claire screamed, kicking her legs and pounding her fists against the solidness of the man.

"As you wish." The man spoke and he dropped Claire on the cold cement floor.

Claire's head banged harshly against the ground and out of the corner of her eye she could see a pool of blood beginning to form underneath her head. Claire struggled to sit up, her hands slipping in her own blood as she pushed herself into a sitting position. She felt her head close itself up, wincing slightly at the thought that her hair was soaked in blood just like that night at Homecoming in high school.

Claire raised her eyes up from the ground, forcing herself away from the horrible memory of that night, and trailed her gaze upwards until she locked eyes with the man standing in front of her. The look on his face was something that she was very used to. It was a mixture of awe and knowing. He could regenerate too but she doubted that he made it a hobby watching himself heal. She kept her gaze on his face as much as she could, glancing a little to her left and right to see if there were any possible avenues of escape. She didn't see any off hand but she was not going to stay still under the 'care' of another monster. She needed to distract him.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Claire asked shakily, her hands gripping the ends of her tattered shirt. She shrank back as the man bent down, turning his head slightly as he examined her. He raised his hand, letting it hover over her face without touching her. When he spoke she felt the memories of Sylar rush back to her, this man reminding her so much of her own personal boogeyman.

"My name is Abbadon. And you, Claire Bennet, will restore my sanity and give me ultimate power."

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Lauren Gilmore had been out of town for a few weeks, trying to follow up on some leads about Samuel Sullivan and his carnival of specials. She was frustrated to say the least, not wanting to tell Noah that she had not found out anything about the carnival that they didn't already know. Lauren decided that she would head straight to Noah's apartment to tell him her lack of findings. The fact that she had missed him terribly had nothing to do with her speeding down the highway towards Bennet's apartment.

Lauren hadn't expected the sight of blinking ambulance and police lights accompanied with the sound of sirens. She felt her stomach drop, her skin turning ashen. She knew it was Noah because of the tight clenching pain in her heart. She screeched her car to a stop, not caring that she was parked illegally as she slammed open her car door and started running towards the ambulance lights.

"Damnit Noah! Please be okay…" Lauren rasped out, pushing her way past the crowd of nosy neighbors. She ignored the protests of a sidewalk cop who was trying to tell her that she couldn't go past the yellow tape. She ducked under the tape and was finally able to get a good view.

Blood. There was so much blood on the sidewalk. Lauren felt the sting of tears in her eyes before she tore her gaze away from the bloodied sidewalk and focused on the stretcher that was carrying a prone familiar figure.

"Noah!" Lauren cried, rushing to his side.

The perimedics looked up at the sound of the female voice but didn't protest when she came to a stop beside the battered man because it was obvious that she knew him. Instead, one of them turned towards her with a serious but pitying look on his face.

"Ma'm you need to back up a little. If there is any chance that we can save this man's life we need to get him to the hospital, now. You are welcome to ride in the back of the ambulance with us." The paramedic spoke calming tones as him and his partner hoisted the stretcher with Noah on it into the back of the ambulance.

Lauren couldn't tear her gaze from Noah's body. His limbs were twisted at odd angles and there was so much blood. The only sign that he was still breathing was the labored movements of his chest rising up and down and the gurgled sound coming from the breathing tube that was shoved in his nose. She didn't bother giving an answer to the paramedic as she climbed into the back of the ambulance. She knew there were going to be questions asked by the police once they arrived at the hospital. Who is she and what is her relationship to Noah? Does she know what happened? Was there anyone that wanted him dead? These were all questions that Lauren wanted to know the answers to as well.

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Peter's broken body, unlike Noah's, was slowly healing itself. He groaned, trying his hardest to wiggle out of the crushed drivers seat. The only thing on his mind was Claire. He saw the powerful stranger teleport with her. Peter could still hear her screams ringing in his ears. It made him more determined to get himself free. After several minutes and the almost loss of his left arm, Peter finally managed to get himself free from under the crushed weight of the SUV. The muscles in his arm sewed themselves back together, a new layer of pinkish skin starting to form. Peter clenched his teeth against the pain, finding it more painful when he was healing. Once his arm was healed he pushed himself up and quickly rushed over to the passenger side. He knew he wouldn't find anything useful but he still had hope.

Peter saw the splashes of blood on the street as well as the tatters of clothing that had belonged to Claire. Anger swelled up inside of him, blinding his senses. He had lost Nathan and now Claire was gone, kidnapped by some psycho that wasn't Sylar. Peter almost let himself be drowned in his rage and frustration about not being able to do anything that he almost didn't hear the tinkling sound of his cell phone.

Peter turned around, frowning when he spotted his phone laying in a grassy patch on the other side of the street, still intact. It was amazing what cell phones could survive through these days. Peter was going to ignore it while he tried to think of a useless plan to save Claire but that was the thought that made him start walking to where his phone was. Any plan that he came up with would be just that, useless. He had no idea who the stranger was, why he had taken Claire, and where they were now. He couldn't rescue anybody if he had no idea where they were.

Peter bent down, snagging the phone and flipping it open.

"What?" He snarled, not caring who was on the other end. The sound of a familiar stern voice seeped through his rage and he started to calm down.

"Peter. You need to listen to me and not ask any questions. Just do as I say." Angela's voice was serious and in control, leaving no room for her son to start an argument with her. Peter didn't say anything, knowing it would be useless to speak when his mom had that tone of voice.

"I need you to head to SouthSide Medical Center right now." Angela said, telling her son to go to the hospital that was located ten minutes from Noah's apartment building.

"What are you talking about mom? I don't have time for that. Claire…Claire's gone. She was kidnapped." Peter said breaking his silence, his voice rising in volume.

"I know, Peter. Claire's safety is out of your hands. Someone else will be taking care of it. You have another important job to do." Angela spoke, her voice still as calm and collected as she ignored her son's hysteria and anger.

"Out of my hands? Who is going to save her if not me? No one knows where she is!" Peter exclaimed not stating that he also had no idea where Claire was.

"That is where you are wrong, son. Someone does know where she is and he will find her. Now, listen to me Peter. You need to get to the hospital. It's Noah…" Angela's last words penetrated the stubbornness of Peter's mind. He could hear his mother's voice crack when she said Noah's name.

"Noah? What is wrong with Noah?" Peter asked, forgetting for the moment about Claire's predicament and Angela's claim that someone other than himself would be rescuing her. The words he heard over the phone made him freeze, his hand clutching the cellular device so tightly that he felt the phone protest in his grip.

"He's dieing…"

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Sylar's focus was not on the surroundings flashing by him as he sped through the air, nor was it on the sudden drop in temperature and the snow that was falling softly around him. He was focused on the frightened mental signature of the blonde haired green eyed girl that he claimed as his own less than twenty four hours ago.

Sylar narrowed his eyes in frustration when he started to lose his grasp on Claire's thoughts. He felt his flying start to slow down and he knew that his power boost was fading. He didn't have time to ponder on the reasons why it was leaving him, afraid that if he did he would lose his hold on Claire's thoughts completely.

He started to chant her name in his head as he tried to regain focus. Claire…Claire….Claire…her name was repeated over and over as a mantra in his head. He finally was able to hold on to the signature of Claire's mind and letting it lead him further into the cold landscape of Siberia.

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"Ms. Gilmore?"

The sound of the doctor's voice jarred Lauren from her restless thoughts. She looked up at the doctor and saw drying stains of blood on his sleeves that she hoped did not belong to Noah. She stood up, trying her best to hold on to the composure that she had always maintained as a Company woman. She walked over to the doctor, searching his face with her eyes and not liking the look that she saw on his face.

"Doctor Meldon, is he going to be all right?" Lauren asked, her hands wringing the edge of her crisp black jacket nervously.

"Ms. Gilmore, he went through a glass window and fell three stories. He has numerous broken bones in his legs, arms, and spine. There is also internal bleeding and possible blood clots on his brain. He is a strong man and is fighting hard to stay alive, but it does not look good for him. I give him less than forty eight hours…I am sorry." Doctor Meldon's voice carried the pity and sorrow that a doctor always had when they had to give a patient's family the bad news.

Lauren's careful and calm façade that she tried to keep in place started to crumble. Her vision became blurry as the tears started to fall. She managed to keep from sobbing, her hands shaking and threatening to rip the fabric of her jacket that was in her hands.

"Can I see him?" She asked. She wanted to stay with him and not leave his side but she did have a few phone calls to make. The first would be to Claire. The thought of Claire sent a jolt of hope through Lauren's body. How could she be so stupid to forget about Claire and her ability? She remembered long ago how Noah told her about how Claire's blood brought him back to life. Claire's blood could save him now. Claire would be the first person she would call after she saw Noah. She had to see him before she did anything else.

"You can see him but just for a few minutes." The doctor answered her question and received a nod from Lauren as she made her way quickly to Noah's hospital room.

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"I don't know how you think I can give you ultimate power but I won't help you!" Claire ground out through clenched teeth, striking his hand with her own in order to keep him from touching her face. She watched as he lowered his hand down but continued to stay kneeling in front of her, studying her as if she were a very interesting new toy.

Claire was always the victim and she hated it. She tried desperately to squash her fear of Abbadon as he stared at her, acting as if he had all the time in the world. And from seeing him heal himself after being hit by an SUV at seventy miles an hour, he probably did have plenty of time to spare.

She didn't understand why it was always her. Why was she the one that the psycho serial killers went after? Was she that much of a prize? She didn't feel like she was but she also didn't know that her body had acquired a new ability.

Claire managed to accomplish a menacing glare and fixed it upon him, silently willing him to try his worse. He couldn't hurt her, not physically and she still refused to think that she could go through anything worse than what Sylar had done to her.

Claire's body clenched in retaliation as she saw Abbadon raise his hand towards her face again but she didn't shrink away this time. "I am not afraid of you. You can't hurt me and I don't feel any pain." She said and quickly came to the realization that it was the wrong thing to say when she saw a flicker of joy in his dark eyes.

"You don't feel any pain? Tell me, Claire Bennet…do you miss that feeling?" He asked, his voice soft and quizzical.

It was a strange question but not unfamiliar to her. She had been asking that same question every morning in the mirror. Did she miss feeling pain? Yes. If she hadn't been sure before she was sure the moment that Sylar had violated her. She had wished that she had felt pain, any kind of pain, instead of pleasure.

"Yes…" She spoke underneath her breath, not sure that she had said it out loud until Abbadon's lips broke into a triumphant smile.

"Are you sure you want to feel pain again? Do you really want to feel every death and injury that you have been through?" He asked, the triumphant sneer not leaving his face as stretched his hand further out until his fingers were touching the girl's soft skin of her cheek.

Claire was about to reply when he touched her and everything around her suddenly disappeared and the only thing she felt was pain. Claire's scream was torn from her lips, bouncing off of the metal walls of the Company storage facility.

Images of Claire's life when she first discovered her ability flashed through her mind. She saw her and Jackie tugging on Claire's new cheerleading uniform before she lost her grasp and fell into the glass cabinet, feeling every piece of glass prick her skin. She felt herself being hit by a car, jumping off of the old water tower, shoving her hand in the garbage disposal, and every other time she had tried to test her ability.

Claire's screams became louder and her body started bucking as the images of Homecoming came rushing back followed by the events of Sylar's return in her home when he sawed off her skull cap and took her ability along with her being able to feel pain. Claire's eyes rolled back into her head, her screams becoming hoarse as she felt herself go through every injury and pain that she had missed after Sylar's visit in Costa Verde.

For the first time in over a year Claire felt agonizing, unbearable pain and she prayed that she could die at that moment and not feel anything anymore.

Abbadon was no longer touching the girl, satisfied by just watching his ability to make anyone feel the illusion of pain. He hadn't realized how much he missed the sounds of feminine screams until that moment.

"Welcome back brother. You haven't lost your touch, have you?"

The voice caused Abbadon's spine to straighten and turn his head slowly to the left, seeing a figure that was only visible to him. Abbadon took in the dark cropped hair, the long nose, and the teasing smile that he had thought he would never see again.

"You don't look happy to see me, brother. I thought I could lend a hand with the blonde vixen writhing on the ground. We made a good team, don't you agree?"

Abbadon was glad that the girl was busy feeling wave after wave of agonizing pain so that he could turn his full attention to the 'person' beside him.

"Talbot…I do not need your help. I am very capable of torturing women without your help or commentary." Abbadon hissed, a slight twitch starting in his left eye was the only sign that he was losing his composure. He had used several of his abilities in the last few hours and this was causing him to lose control.

"Do you really think you can be any different than the person you were fifty nine years ago? You will always be weak, little brother, and I will always be here to remind you. You will die just like you did in your first lifetime."

"NO!" Abbadon's roar drowned out Claire's screams as the remnants of his ability still coursed through her system. Abbadon redirected his full attention back to the girl, his eyes were empty of sanity.

"I will not let you control me anymore, Talbot!" Abbadon snarled. His hands shot out, wrapping tightly around Claire's ankles. Abbadon dragged the girl towards him until she was underneath him. He lowered his body down to straddle her waist. He knew what he had to do to have her power work through him. His hand went towards her shorts which caused her to start struggling with great intensity.

Claire had felt the pain start to dissipate when she was dragged towards Abbadon. She hadn't been completely sure what he was planning, her mind still foggy from the agony she had went through seconds earlier. The moment that his hand touched the waistline of her shorts everything came back with clarity and she started to struggle with all her might.

"Stop it! Don't!" Claire cried out.

Abbadon ignored her, pinning her struggling body with his weight. He started to pull down her shorts. His focus was completely on Claire that he did not hear the hatch being ripped open.

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Sylar didn't need his enhanced telepathic ability to hear Claire's screams. Sylar hadn't heard her scream like that since that day in Costa Verde when he had taken her ability. It made him even more determined to quickly get to his destination.

Sylar's landing was rough and he almost did not land on his feet. He had managed, however, to land in front of the hatch door that led down to the Company's storage unit where he knew Claire was. Sylar raised his hand, ripping the hatch door off of its hinges and dropping himself down into the facility. What he saw made him glad that he did not have Ted Sprauge's ability anymore or this place would have gone nuclear in seconds.

His Claire was struggling underneath the man from his visions trying to keep him from ripping her shorts off which he was in the process of doing.

Sylar flung his hands towards the two and he flung Abbadon as far as he could away from Claire. Abbadon's body crashed into a large filing cabinet, warping and denting the metal.

Sylar glanced at Claire to see her struggle into a sitting position, her tear filled eyes wide with fear and confusion. The only thing that mattered at that moment to Sylar was that she was okay. A groaning sound brought his attention back to Abbadon who was pulling himself up, his bones snapping back into place.

"You will not interfere!" Abbadon spoke, his voice shaky with lack of control.

Sylar felt his usual sneer spread across his face as he took a step towards the new enemy. "Abbadon, is it?" Sylar asked mockingly, enjoying the look of surprise on the other man's face. "Surprised that I know your name? I have been having visions of you lately and I will tell you that they have been most annoying. I will also tell you that Claire is mine and that you will die before you get a chance to touch her again" Sylar didn't even continue to monologue before he used Nathan's ability to launch himself at Abbadon.

Abbadon was ready to fight back, to destroy this nuisance when Sylar crashed into him and all of his walls were suddenly gone. Abbadon's empathetic ability absorbed all of the powers that Sylar had acquired for the last four years. Abbadon wasn't even able to scream as power after power ripped through him, his hands clutching his head in agony.

Sylar had been ready to deal another telekinetic blow when Abbadon's face suddenly started to morph, changing over and over again into faces that only had meaning to Abbadon. The lights in the building started to flicker and filing cabinets started to rise. Sylar heard Claire's surprised shriek when a filing cabinet barely missed trampling her. Sylar's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he watched the other man go through a mental break down.

Abbadon's face was currently frozen in Talbot's visage and a strangled, maniacal laughter bubbled up from his throat and out his lips.

"Hahaha! Little brother was always a push over! He could never handle too many powers and I am guessing that is why he needs the pretty blond vixen." Talbot's voice rang out, the laughter continuing.

Sylar growled, readying himself for another attack when suddenly Abbadon disappeared. Sylar whirled around, looking for an attack from behind but nothing came. Abbadon had teleported out of the building and was no longer a threat at the moment.

When Sylar came to that conclusion he searched for Claire, finding her still sprawled out on the floor. He was sure if her ability had allowed her to she would have passed out by now. He started walking towards her, noticing that her body was shaking in fear but not from his approach. What had this bastard done to her?

Sylar watched as her eyes met his when he came to a stop in front of her. She didn't say anything and she didn't even try to back away which caused him to frown. He bent down, not liking the silence from her when he scooped her up in his arms and cuddled her gently to his chest.

"Claire. What ever he did to you…it's over. I won't let him hurt you again, I promise. I have never lied to you Claire and I won't start now. Do you trust me?" Sylar asked, knowing it was probably useless since he had forced himself on her twenty four hours ago. He wasn't even sure why he had asked the question in the first place other than a feeling of guilt in his gut. Sylar pushed it away, telling himself that only Gabriel felt guilty and he was not Gabriel…he was Sylar.

Sylar looked down at Claire in his arms and was not surprised when he didn't get an answer from her. He was pleased, however, to see that she was not struggling against his hold on her. It seemed that Claire had chosen which monster she would rather be with.

He brought his hand up and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face and watched as she flinched from his touch. He didn't even give her his usual evil sneer before he clutched her tightly to him and shot up through the open hatch and into the night sky.

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To Be Contiued….

Author's Notes: I hope you liked this chapter guys. I worked really hard at making Abbadon really crazy and I hope I succeeded.

As for Noah, you still have to wait for the next chapter to see if he lives because I am just that evil. I will tell you that I have not had a single reviewer tell me that they wanted Noah to die so I will most likely listen to my reviewers instead of the evil voice in my head.

Thank you for reading and being patient with me. I am sorry again about the late update but school and family do come first.

Your reviews are what keep me going so please continue to review. I love my reviewers and I can't wait to hear the feedback about this chapter. I love all advice and I defiantly take it to heart.

One more thing. I have been thinking about doing chapter bloopers for my story whenever I know that I am going to be too busy to get up a quick update. I already have some in mind and they are quite funny…though I might just be saying that because I am the author. Anyways, I want to know if you think that is a good idea or if it is just stupid?