Sylar's form was motionless, as if he'd stopped breathing or living entirely, a grim supernatural figure watching the girl and waiting for the right moment to stir and break the silence. She spoke softly, almost too soft to hear, but for Sylar it was like a loud admission of guilt. Her body trembled, and in the moment her breath left her mouth, Sylar sprung forward, his claws tearing marks into the floor as he rushed into Shelby, his hand extending towards her throat as he lifted the girl from the ground like a rag doll.

His hand grasped, but he took caution not to tear the girl's head from her shoulders, using the inner part of his fingers to hold her, the only part that wasn't razor sharp. He hissed as he strangled her, pondering how to deal with the little lying human.

"You lied to me." He growled a bit, pulling the girl towards his face and sniffing her once more. "I may be blind, but this was a stupid plan girl. I remember you now, I remember you scent." He hissed into her face, the sheen of fangs right before her eyes. "You're the camera girl...you're following me? What're you after?" He demanded, though his hold on her neck probably made anything but a terrified yelp impossible.

Realizing the girl couldn't speak or barely breath, he released his hand, his bear light strength dropping Shelby onto the floor as he spoke a warning. "What're you really after woman?...and don't lie again. Or next time I'll use the sharp parts." He said, flexing his hand knowing she could see the knives he had for fingers.

She hadn't even blinked, and yet he blurred forward so fast she almost didn't register the movement. A yelp died in her throat as his hand wrapped around her throat and he lifted her effortlessly from the floor. Air and blood cut off momentarily, she kicked in panic and dropped the pan she had been clutching in a death grip to try and support herself on the counter behind her. It wasn't working. She was still being choked to death.

Tiny gasps managed to wriggle through in reply to his demanding question. Shaking her head was impossible, so she just stared at him with wide eyes, until he let go and she crumpled onto the kitchen floor in a heap. Immidiately she scrambled back as fast as she could into the counter drawrs, gasping and choking as air washed back into her. Her throat hurt... her neck hurt from supporting her full weight. Her head was pounding from all that blood being trapped inside her skull for even a moment. Finally, when she mustered up the nerve to speak again, she coughed out a shaky reply.

"I-I DIDN'T!" Throwing an arm out at him, as if it would keep him at bay, she pressed back further. Fear was surely rolling off of her in suffocating waves. "I didn't lie! I'm not following you, I swear!"

Somewhere deep inside she was screaming, but it never bubbled up to the surface. She was 100% sure she was about to die. Her mind grasped at straws.

"You can't kill me! You said as long as roach needed me you'd guard me too!"

Sylar watched the girl flail and struggle, like a tiger watching it's injured meal desperately fight the inevitable, the look on his face must have been truly terrifying, but the boy knew he couldn't really hurt the girl. He trusted Roach's judgement...mostly, and if he thought the girl had reason to be here, or had a purpose to serve, he wouldn't question his boss's will. But he was going to make sure this human knew crossing a mutant would only end terribly for her if she had an ulterior motive.

His tail which was generally either lazing about on the floor or swaying back and forth like a curious cat had assumed a far scarier position, it's bladed end held steady in the air and pointed towards the struggling girl, like a cobra waiting to strike. She claimed she wasn't lying or following him, or Roach, but she had in fact lied, or at least concealed that she was the girl he'd met before.

He figured he'd just leave her alone after his display of power, but somehow the girl making that statement urked him, as if she was still trying to outwit him, or influence him. "Maybe I can't human. But Roach dislikes your kind even more than I do." He said, staring down at her, this position the one time he could stand above the girl on his own feet. "He won't need you forever, and if he doesn't need you. The leash comes off." He threatened her, but Shelby was correct actually.

Sylar was too loyal to Roach, and he wouldn't turn against him unless his own life was on the line, and even then it'd have to be a truly terrifying situation for Sylar, the boy who was essentially a living weapon to abandon or short cut his friend. For now the girl not only had immunity to the boy, but she essentially had a living Boogeyman to rush to her rescue should she wind up in a bad situation.

"I don't like lies human, so next time I ask you a question...and find out you're hiding something. I'll show you how scary I really get." With that, his posture relaxed a bit, his tail dropping back to the floor and slithering behind him as he turned and walked for the hallway.

She shook... like... really, visibly shook. She couldn't even remember shaking the last time she'd met him. Had she more time, she probably would have tried to evaluate why exactly... but there wasn't time to dawdle, really. Sylar, the still-newly-named sewer monster from her nightmares, was stalking off. Or, well, walking off. Like he hadn't just threatened to murder her.

"Sylar, wait!"

The words were out of her mouth before she even realized she had something to say. Shakily, she pushed herself up and used the counter for support. "I'm.. i'm s-sorry... really I am. I would have told you, but.. well, you kind of scare the piss outta me."

She hadn't talked this much the last time they had met. But, in all fairness, the last time she'd run into him she'd thought she had literally run into an honest to dog monster and she'd been scared enough her legs all but stopped working.

"I won't lie... and I won't hide anything anymore. I promise."

The pot lay abandoned at her feet. She narrowed her eyes at it as she spoke, her lips set in a tight little line as she pushed back her fear of the guy as best she could.

"I know you don't like me, I get it. I'll stay out of your hair as best I can, okay?"

He hadn't expected even another word from the girl, let alone a command to wait. The boy stiffed a bit, turning toward her though the gesture was futile since looking at her served no point but to comfort the girl's own idea of how a conversation should work. Sylar was truly a hard creature to grasp, his body and instincts were ferocious, like those of some creature that God would never have allowed to exist, but beneath that was a boy younger than anyone ever expected, making conversation or reading him nearly impossible.

She surprised him again by apologizing, the man monster that had just threatened to murder her if she crossed him. This human was clearly crazy, or had been driven so by his little act. He didn't smile, but he chuckled inwardly when she explained he in fact terrified her. That had been the point, but to have it explained like that was humorous, even in this situation. She used the word promise, a term that Sylar didn't have much experience with or trust in, after all very few people were ever close enough to him to draw human emotion from the boy.

"I don't need a promise, not from some human I barely know. But we'll both be better off if you manage to keep it." He told her flatly, though his tone had lost most of it's aggressive nature and fallen back to his stoic mask he preferred. He lifted his head up a bit as he replied to her second thought. "And it's not like I dislike you specifically girl, I don't like any human. And you'll be better off the less contact you have with me. Never a good idea to keep the sheep in the wolves den, ya know?" He finished, reminding Shelby that Sylar was pretty much an entirely different species than she was, or at least he'd been raised that way the past few years.

Or maybe it'd been his entire life, always shunned by humans, and now that he was barely human at all, he found himself embracing the mutant life style more and more, except his guide was an extremist and cannibal, rather than an equalist. "Just do your job, and I'll do mine." He finished, turning back and walking out of the kitchen. Knowing the girl was here in the apartment now had upset him, but she was just a human girl, so long as he kept up his monster act he'd remain in control he figured.

Girl Her toes curled in her shoes and her fingers rolled into clenched little fists. She had a name, Damnit! He could at least use it! Pink tinted her cheeks and forehead as she bit back a retort that would have cut him off, and listened.

"Just do your job, and I'll do mine."

And then he left. Just... swept out of the kitchen with the lazy grace of a predator, and she stared mutely at the back of his head until that vanished through the doorway. Then, casting a slow look around her, she shifted on her feet.

Damnit, now she felt even more awkward.

Turning back to her pot, she stooped to pick it up. "...I don't even want this job all that much." She grumbled under her breath, and none-to-gently set the pot onto the stove. Then, she cast a backward glance at the fridge and sighed. She still didn't know what she was supposed to make, even! The Roach hadn't been handy with any hints... and she was pretty sure she wasn't a 'mac n' cheese' kind of guy.

...wait, was she supposed to cook for Sylar too? Roach hadn't said... then again, she hadn't told her he even had a roommate...guard dog... whatever.

Swallowing thickly, she turned with a question for the mutant already on her tongue, before she remembered that he had left the room. Her mind buzzed, a tingle of apprehension trickled down her spine. She swallowed once more before turning and hurrying to follow after him.

Sylar was far removed from what your average teenage boy might be, but his room certainly had some aspects of the average boy. A pile of clothes in one corner, some left over bags of snacks here and there, but perhaps the one thing that was very out of place was the well made bed, sitting there as if it hadn't been used at all. Entering the room, Sylar pulled up his hood once more, and then dropped to the floor and crawled beneath the bed, an odd quirk of his.

Sylar really was like a giant monster cat in some aspects, and enjoying a closed space when sleeping was just one of those habits, so figuring he was done with the girl, he crawled into a spot beneath the bed frame and curled his body unnaturally small ready to sleep again.

Unaware that Shelby had more to say or that she would follow him, she'd be in for quite the image, coupled with the fact that this room within the house held enough ambient toxin to trigger a person's instincts of fear. Like a mouse walking past the den of a cat, that dread feeling in the pit of your stomach would be very real if she stepped in after him, and coupled with the large alien tail slowly slithering it's way under a bed like an image from a child's horror story, Shelby might just come to truly despise this new job of hers.

She followed down the hall she figured he'd done down, seeing as she could hear shuffling from around the corner. Approaching the doorway though was much harder than she'd first thought. Half way down the hall she started to feel way too boxed in, like the walls themselves were inching in toward her... and then she spotted the doorway and she nearly tripped over her own feet. Still, she tried to gather what was left of her courage and rounded the corner on the balls of her feet, the question she wanted to pose already on her tongue and read--

She caught the last bit of his tail slithering under the bed skirt ruffles, and the words died in her throat.

Nope... Nope nope nope. The air whooshed out of her lungs with barely a squeak and she jolted back away from the doorway as if something had physically barreled into her. Everything about the unimposing room screamed danger in a dark, primal part of her mind. He was a boogeyman and he lived under a bed and if she approached it he would surely reach out and drag her under and that would be that. End of Shelby Walters. Fin.

She was far lighter on her feet fleeing back down the hallway toward the kitchen then she had been following him. Once she was standing on the linoleum, with windows and light, and non-monster space she was able to hunch against the counter and clutch at her chest as the terror passed.

"This is so @#$%&*... So... So..." Groaning, she shifted her feet and stood. She still had a job to do... and.. well, maybe if she just didn't bother the big monster in the other room he'd leave her alone. Yeah... just get the food cooked and leave, and then never come back.

Kneeling, she set about rummaging through one of the cupboards to take stock of all the different pots and pans she had at her disposal. Loudly, without thinking.