[Sylar hums in response, throwing up a hand and, as probably expected by everyone but the vampire, the guy goes flying backwards into a tree. he raises his fingers, dragging him up it so he's not prone, and then curls his fingers inward, into a loose fist, holding him there]
[Peter, meanwhile, glances between Buffy, Sylar, the vampire and back again, feeling more than a little out of his element, at the moment]
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[Peter, meanwhile, glances between Buffy, Sylar, the vampire and back again, feeling more than a little out of his element, at the moment]