Fences
AU, Year 2034 WeskerxClaire ChrisxJill RebeccaxBilly LeonxClaire (one-sided) LeonxAda
I was pretty shocked that this is what my life ended up like. I never thought that I would end up on the "wrong" side of the fence, I guess you could say and straying from the path my parents and brother set out for me. Chris always said I was to curious for my own good, and that it would get me in trouble. I always brushed him off each time, telling him that I'm "not six anymore, I can handle myself" type of thing. It was true, plus I usually got out of a situation before anything bad could come of it. But, the day I crossed paths with my brothers worst enemy I was doomed. My curiosity called me to him and I became entranced in his silky web. I am ashamed to say that he fascinated me and everywhere he went I was surreptitiously follow. Chris always said to stay away from him (like with every man I met). "He's nothing but bad new Claire!" But, here I am going against my brothers wishes, like the stubborn girl I am. I'm his enemies bed for God' sakes! Watching, admiring his chiseled body rise and fall under the covers. Breathing calmly as if he doesn't have a care on the world. Albert Wesker, the egotistical, mean, ice king that I have grown to love.
Claire Redfield was not happy. She was cold, dirty, missing a damn shoe, and drunk off her ass. Each time she swayed in her attempts to walk felt like all the things she ate and drank were going to spew out and say "hello" to the dirty New York sidewalk. She glared at the streetlights and neon signs, deciding that they were to bright for her glazed eyes. Direct opposites of her lemon-flavored War Head mood. She knew exactly who to blame it on. "Oh, come on Claire! When was the last time you went out? It'll be fun! Cute boys, drinks, music, you'll love it!" "Oh I don't know Diane...I'm not really a party person." "Leon will be there..." Diane smirked. "Diane! You know I don't like Leon like that!" "Yeah, but it would mean a lot to him if you were there, he's been pretty down lately." Claire let out a sigh of resignation. "Oh fine! Why do you always pull the Leon card?" Claire scowled at the memory. She should of listened to her instincts and stayed at home with her husky Fen. "It'll be fun she says, you'll love it she says! Ha! Thanks Diane, I do love it when your fucking drunk (along with everyone else) and I can't get home, forced to walk in the freezing New York weather..." She looked at the alleyways, stupidly contemplating resting in one. She quickly banished the thought. Only if you want to be raped or murdered Claire. As she walked she became aware of how cold her naked foot was. She only had the left pair of her favorite Navy pumps on, and wobbled on the heels of four inches. She stubbornly refused to abandon it just because she lost the right one. "Where is that damn thing anyway...and why is it so cold!"
Albert Wesker was simply driving along the frosty New York city streets. Enjoying the silence of inside his Mustang and lightly tapping the steering wheel with his gloved fingers. That is until he heard a rather loud yell of frustration coming from down the road. He was slightly surprised that anyone would be awake at this hour. The only ones being prostitutes and those looking for said prostitutes. And me. The yell did sound feminine. As he drove further down the street he spotted a young woman, no older than nineteen and shivering in a strapless white dress...walking with only one shoe on. She had a thin shawl around her, and her ponytail was messy. He could tell she was swearing up a storm as she walked, wobbled. She looks familiar. He squinted a little til his mouth frowned in disapproval. Claire Redfield. Chris' sister.
Claire spotted a black expensive car with her peripheral vision. The car was slowing down as it got closer to her. Oh God, not another creepy guy trying to get in my- "Care to explain why your outside at this hour Miss Redfield? Surely you are aware that its well past a little girls bed time, correct?"
Claire could barely contain her anger at his snide comment. "Of all the people in the world, I had to get one of the most egotistical men to find me." She slurred and grumbled under her breath. "I'm flattered that you think so highly of me. However, you haven't answered my question Miss Redfield. What are you doing outside at this hour?" Claire turned and faced the rolled down car window, noting how even at night he still wore sunglasses. With a groan she rubbing her temples failing to ease back an imminent headache. At least his annoyed baritone voice was keeping her mind of the cold. "If you must know I just came from a party. Now are you going to leave me alone?" "No." Claire shook her head and resumed walking ignoring the car the followed, without turning her head, Claire spoke. "Why don't you just leave? Don't you hate my brother and I? What's up with all the concern?" She struggled to sound sober but she was positive that the older man wasn't stupid. "Get in the car." His voice taking on a stern tone. She contemplated telling him to leave but it was cold, and she really didn't want to walk all the way to her house. At night. In New York. She sighed, and not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth she walked toward what she now knew was a Mustang. She heard the door unlock as she got closer and shakily entered the vehicle butt first to prevent flashing someone that might be on the streets. Once completely inside, cold hands closed the car door and reached for her seat belt. Click!
The car started and pulled off. She shiver into the leather seat. "Do you think you could turn on the AC?" Claire whispered. "I'm sure your capable of turning it on yourself." Came his rude reply. His eyes never left the road. Wow, Chris told me he had no social skills but seriously?
Claire shifted in the seat, reaching for the AC, and pressing the heat button. She sighed when it came on. She enjoyed the heat on her frigid skin and the silence in the car. "How long were you outside?" Silence ruined. Claire shifted again, facing the side window trying to get as far away from Wesker as possible. "Not that long to get seriously sick." "It's less than forty-five degrees outside and you think you'll be fine? Hmph. I was hoping that you would be the smarter sibling, seems your in the same boat." "I hope you choke." "Mutual feelings Miss Redfield." Claire has never felt so sick when someone said her name. It was as though he chewed it up, spit it out, and stomped on it repeatedly. "Where is your residence located? Assuming you don't live with your brother, which will be a shock." Claire threw him a hate filled glare. "My house coming up. And before you make another rude comment, about my age and how I should be living in some apartment. My dad bought it, and no he doesn't pay for it. I do." She finished with a sneer noticing his slight smirk.
"The third house to your left." When they arrived at her home Claire never felt so relieved. She felt suffocated by the air in his car. Pure annoyance. She was shocked that he didn't make fun of her more but he probably didn't want to waste his time on her.
He unlocked the car door and she got out, yanking off her remaining heel with a frown. "Where is the other shoe?" "That's a good question." Bare feet touched the filthy street. She stumbled as she walked and she heard an annoyed sigh. Wesker wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other took hold of her right arm, placing it around his neck. His height did not umped their movements. He was helping her to her door. She followed his deliberately made steps closely, to closely since once they reached the she nearly slipped when he stopped. "Keys?" She reached into her bra with her left hand, holding up the item in the light of the lamp on the wall. His body left hers as she pushed the key in, unlocking the door. Creak! She turned to at least thank him but he was already walking toward his car. "Let's make sure this never happens again now Miss Redfield. This was far from being enjoyable." He entered the vehicle, started it, and pulled of with a screech.
"Yeah, and to think I was going to say thanks! Dick." Claire walked through the door anticipating Fen to run up to her barking happily. He would have had he not been asleep next to her couch. He must have been waiting for me. Sorry boy. She walked over to him, running her fingers through his white fur. He stirred a little and yawned. " Hey boy, you miss me?" She felt him lazily like her arm. "Of course you did, well let's go to bed now, Mommy is a little drunk!" She giggled still smelling Vodka on her breath, she laid down on the couch closing her eyes with a sigh. "What a long day."
As Wesker drove to his mansion he couldn't help but reflect on the younger Redfield. She reeked of alcohol and anger, but still (just barely) managed to uphold an air of respect. Even if he didn't give it to her. Like her brother she was a fool. A pretty fool yes, but a fool nonetheless. Just like the rest of her family. He was quite glad to have her out of his car, as it now smelled like her. Vodka. "She shouldn't be drinking anyway. She's underage." He wondered what would of happened had he been a cop. Either way the whole event was bad and he was eager to forget it.
Wesker pulled into his drive way, stopped the car and got out. As he walked towards the door his front suit pocket vibrated signifying a call. Only one person would call him this late, and that was William Birkin. He sighed and answer the call. "Yes William?" He made sure his dear friend knew how much he didn't want to talk right now. "Sheesh, I was hoping for a 'hey there buddy!' Anyway, something great happened today! Wanna hear about it?" Wesker rolled his eyes as he entered the house. He didn't bother saying "no" to Williams question. He already knew that no matter what the man would tell him anyway. With an inward groan he spoke. "What exciting thing happened now William?" He heard an excited squeal on the other line. "Sherry said her first word!" William began to cheer, going on and on about how cute his daughter was. " I swear fatherhood is one of the greatest things in the world! Albert, I think even you would like it!" Usually he didn't approve of people using his first name but he let William sly, he was to excited. However, he did note it as one of the things to get him back on. "I highly doubt that. Babies whine. I hate whining." "Yeah, that's true but you might end up with a quiet baby!" Wesker let out a short humorless chuckles. " And the chances of that are what? One in a million?" Both let out a light chuckle.
"So what has your panties in a bunch today Wesker? Some of the newbies at Umbrella?" "No, I meet Redfields little sister." William let out a sharp hiss. "Sorry Wesker...was she ugly?"
Wesker sighed. William would want to know, I'm surprised he's still married. "Far from it, however, she was drunk and annoyed me with the hereditary 'Redfield Foolishness'," "I see, I'm kinda surprised you gave her a ride. Wesker...do you have the hots for the girl? Hmm?" Wesker pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a loud sigh. All he's been doing is sighing lately... "I just met her, and as much as I despise her, her brother, and the rest of their family I'm not going to just let her walk all the way home at midnight. " " I knew you has a heart! Hopefully you never have to see her again." Wesker nodded even though William couldn't see it. " Well, I suppose I should let you go. A pretty boy like yourself needs your beauty sleep!" William joked. " I hope Sherry wakes up screaming her lungs out." Wesker retorted. "I do too, it's Anne's turn to lull her back to sleep."
As time passed Wesker hung up phone, bidding his friend a goodnight. His blue eyes glanced around the living room, finally stopping on his black couches. Go up stairs or sleep on the couch? With a slight shrug walked over to the couches, and laid on the three-seated sofa. Wesker let out a puff of air. " I can still smell Vodka."
Claire woke up with a sharp pounding in her head. And she shifted on her couch with a low groan. But as the pounding got louder she jumped up as she realized it was the sound of someone knocking on her door, and the yells of her older brother Chris. "Claire! Claire open up!" Must he be so loud? "Ugh, give me a sec!" She slid off the sofa to the carpeted floor and crawled, literally crawled toward the door. The pounding in her head still roaring prevented her from doing much else. She managed to unlock the door from her laying position. The door opened with a creak. Should fix that... "Really Claire? Get off the floor," "I can't head hurts..." Claire mumbled into the carpet. Chris laughed a little and lifted her up off the floor. She clung to him, shifting her weight to prevent from falling. She smiled at him but frowned when he didn't return it. "What?" "Wesker called me," Claire froze in her brothers arms. An hear comes the argument. "What did he say...?" She had an inkling of what he said but she hoped she was wrong. Chris let go and took on a look of disappointment. "Claire how many times do I have to tell you about drinking? Especially when you don't have a ride home? Your nineteen Clarie, not twenty-one! Do you know how embarrassing it is, hearing about this from him?"
Claire rolled her eyes. " It isn't like I drink every single day Chris. Plus it was party, a whole bunch of people my age were drinking too!" She knew it was pathetic excuse, but she wasn't going to let him belittle her. Every time she turned around there was Chris ready to tell her that what she was doing was wrong. She had no room to breath! It was his turn to roll his eyes and let her go. "Everyone else isn't my concern you are Claire. I don't want anything to happen to you, and your lucky Wesker found you."
" I wouldn't call it 'lucky' to meet a man who hates us, Chris." Chris walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cup filling it up with water. He handed it to her and she took it. As she drank it down Chris spoke. " You have a point, but a least he took you home...speaking of which, are you ever going to take up my offer and live with us? Jill misses you." Claire shook her head and walked towards him, she began rummaging through the many cabinets until she found headache medicine. " And why is that? Isn't it lonely here? Jill would really like to see you more often, I would like to see you more often..." She flashed him a small smile. " I've told you two many times, I'm trying to branch out beyond our family wealth and make my own place in the world. I can't do that with you two hawks around, sneaking peeks at my art an all that." Chris laughed even though he looked a little crestfallen. "How's your new job at Emmy's?" Claire shrugged. "It's a pretty good job I guess all I do is take orders and bring out food. And since the place is usually packed I get some pretty good tips. A bonus is that Rebecca works there too." Chris nodded with a smile, he was glad that she found a good job, and that Rebecca was there to keep her company. "Did Wesker give you any trouble?" Claire didn't answer to occupied by the time. "Crap! I have to get ready for work!" She dashed out of the kitchen to her room. "Thanks for waking me up!" She yelled. "Would you like a ride?" "It's fine Chris! I have my own car you know!" He scoffed. "That old thing! I'm surprised it still works! Why not just let me buy you-" Claire peeked her head out of her bedroom door, her lips pursed into a thin line. " I take that as a no...we'll I'll leave you to get ready. Have a good day at work Claire." He made a move to walk out, but she darted towards him enveloping him a bear hug and gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Gross! Claire!" She beamed at him. "Have a nice day Chris." He gave her a dorky smile before ruffling her hair. He still looked a little sad but he had smile on his face now. With that he left.
Claire kinda felt bad for rejecting her brother's offer again, but she was determined to make her own way, away from her family. And that started with her job.
As Claire walked through the elegant glass doors of Emmy's Café she was greeted by a high-pitched squeal. "Claire! Hey there!" Claire smiled as she recognized the voice. It belonged to Rebecca Chambers her best-friend from high school. The younger girl was bouncing with excitement, her short brown hair bobbing up and down. Emmy's regulars looked on with amusement, having seen this everyday. Rebecca sashayed in Claire's direction and pounced on her. Her arms wrapped around her in a bear hug, for her petite form Rebecca was surprisingly strong easily squeezing Claire's air out. This lead to Claire gasping for air and causing the customers to chuckle lightly. "R-Rebecca! I kinda need oxygen!" She rasped out. Rebecca instantly let go and smiled sheepishly, while scratching her head awkwardly. "Hehe sorry..." Claire only hugged her back and let go, walking over to the cashier and flashed him a smile. "Well now that we've entertained the customers, let's get 'em fed!"
Wesker drove down the street with a scowl on his face. He desperately needed coffee, without it he couldn't function around the idiots at his company. He would only chew them out every time they did something relatively foolish, which was quite often. Through the sides of his sunglasses he spotted a well know café, Emmy's. He had heard that their food was to die for and their coffee, heavenly. "I could use a big cup of heaven right now..." He grumbled as he 'U' turned and headed into the serene building. They better be good.
Claire began ushering out food to a large amount of people. She was happy, she kept getting good tips today and she loved it. Plus she got to make a group of adorable little kids laugh with her silly jokes. Kids laughter always made the day better. I wonder what it be like to have kids. Claire was shaken out of her musings when the bell above the double doors to the left of her jingled. Another customer! She barely registered a black suit as the customer strode down to an empty table. She felt a hard poke in her side; her eyes snapped in its direction meeting Rebeccas' excited face. "Oh my God Claire! Do you know who that is? It's Albert Wesker! The CEO of Umbrella Corp! They practically own everything! Well except your brothers' a company. But, you get the point; he's practically a celebrity!" She whispered barely contained a squeal. "No way..." Rebecca kept going on and on about Wesker and how she should know who he is. However, Claire wasn't really listening. She didn't want to believe that God would be this cruel to her. She had hoped that she wouldn't encounter the man after her drunken stage. Obviously, God had another plan. "What are you waiting for? Go serve the man! He's already getting swarmed by people! Shoo Shoo!" Rebecca nudged Claire in Weskers direction. She held back a yell of frustration as she pulled out her note pad. "All right people move it, move it! Let the man breath!" Wesker raised an eyebrow, he was clearly shocked to see her. As the crowd dispersed Claire spoke. She struggled to be nice. She repeatedly clicked the end Star Wars pen. Be calm Claire. Don't stab him in the face with your pen, you just bought it. No need to get it all bloody. "Hello, I'm Claire and I'll be your server today. What would you like to drink, Wesker?" She ground out the sentence hoping that this would be quick. She really wanted to get away from the older man. "Coffee, black and no sugar,Claire."
Wesker could clearly see how deep he got under the younger Redfields skin. And he found it pleasant. The way she squeezed the middle of her ridiculous Darth Vader pen and the way she bit her lip in anger, he enjoyed it. He made a mental note to come to Emmy's more often to torment her. "Anything else?" She fidgeted, her small feet shuffled on the tile floor. "Did I say anything else?" He hid a smirk as she hissed in frustration and nodded. "I'll be back with your coffee," As she walked away he heard her mumble something. Running the sounds in his head he figured out her venomous words. "It's going to take all of my will power no to poison it! In fact, I just might!" He chuckled at her childishness.
Within seconds Claire was in front of him again. She delicately placed the steaming cup of coffee on the smooth table. " I hope you enjoy your coffee." She began to walk away but his voice stopped her. " I do hope you refrained from poisoning the coffee like you said you might." Her face flushed and she briskly walked away. Smiling, he lifted the cup to his lips, breathing softly to cool it's contents down before taking a sip. The warm contents slide down his throat leaving a pleasant warmth inside. A cup of heaven indeed!
Wesker decided that from that day forward he would go to Emmy's every morning to torment Claire Redfield, and to enjoy the delectable cup of coffee. Mainly for the coffee.
Good? Bad? Eh? Constructive Criticism please~
