A/N: I live! Just a quick one-shot with Wesker and a nameless OC. Enjoy, and sorry for any possible OOC-ness on Wesker's part.
Rated M: For sexual themes, gore, and language. (I'm never sure if I rate these things right)
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil
She's got a spark in her eye that could set the whole world on fire. That is, if the world wasn't already burning. The world crashes and burns around her. Men, women, and children lay dying in the street. She sings and dances her way through the streets filled with rubble from crumbling buildings and gore from the dead and dying around her.
Wesker watches her with shaded eyes, drinking in the sight of her graceful and insane dancing. Her white, bloody skirt flows around her as she moves. Laughter escapes her as she twirls in a particularly large pool of blood, painting her bare feet a tantalizing shade of ruby red. She beckons for him to join her, hands outstretched and a come hither smile playing on her lips. The look in her eyes leaves him no choice but to join. They twirl and spin, the screams of the dying and wails of the mourning the only music to their macabre waltz. He picks her up bridal style and she shrieks in delight. Her arms wrap around his neck, small pink lips crash into larger rough ones. Teeth break skin, his tongue laps up the blood that flows. She moans into his mouth and rakes her nails down the smooth skin of his cheek. He slams her into the only remaining wall of a crumbled building. Her pale, dirty legs wrap around his waist as he pushes her skirt higher. Small hands pull at his belt, an impatient sigh escaping her parted lips. Their bodies rock together once his belt and zipper are finally undone. She screams his name and the thought that perhaps he should have brought about the apocalypse sooner crosses his mind.
She's pure perfection. Just as insane and fucked up as him. Maybe more so if it was possible. She's irresistible. She's a walking, living, breathing catastrophe. Most importantly she's his. He had broken and twisted her mind until all that remained was the creature he had pinned to the wall in front of him. She was a goddess of madness and insanity, he the god of life and death. Together Insanity and Death had created this apocalyptic landscape, and together they would rule it.