Hey everyone this is my first fanfic of RE and I want to state that I'm a Wesker/Claire fan I mean there some weird paring out there alright and at least it's not as bad as Wesker and Claire for one point they met and they did not have a very friendly encounter…. So sorry if it offends anyone and your welcome to those who enjoy it and this is my first time doing a Fanfic like this. if anyone can help and give advise that would be great so thanks :D and please REVIEW

It was half past midnight it was cold and dark nothing but complete darkness surrounded the mysterious Albert Wesker. He was deep in thought just sitting in his secret room with the summation of umbrella in front of him the screens were blank showing nothing but data, past reports, and a satellite that was shut off for the time being. During this time men like him needed the sleep but Wesker was not just a regular man if you count a super human with yellow reddish cat eyes a normal man. Wesker didn't need sleep to him it was a silly human habit he once did but from time to time he did take short slumbers, it didn't really effect his health.

Threw his thoughts all he could picture and remember was a girl with the survival skills that helped her through the most hellish times and the fiery red hair and with the personality that matched.

'The lovely Miss Claire Redfield."

The woman Wesker admired, he loved every inch of her. From the gunmen skills she had to the determination and will to go on, a woman he wouldn't mind having in his life. The only problem was she was sister of his most hated enemy.

"The dam Chris Redfield."

It would be impossible to have a relationship with her because Claire and Chris were like notes you couldn't tie them apart even in the most intense situation. Even if they could they couldn't, Claire didn't have the same desire as him; to Wesker, Claire hates his guts after the stuff he did to her brother and his comrades how he betrayed them for the sake of combat data then beating her up senseless, and taking the body of her new beloved friend Steve Burnside just to use him as a lab rat.

He remembered back on the Rockford Island when he first met Claire in person. He couldn't get the sound of her moans of pain when his foot was crushing her shoulder against the hard stone floor. How it brought him pure pleaser and lust just making her scream made him have the hairs on him stand on edge how he wanted to continue making her moan more… Soon having her against him was heaven using her as bait to get Chris angry and coming after them. How close they were she was close enough for him to smell a rosy sent with mix of blood and sweat linger on her. He enjoyed that moment how her soft hair was in his hands making her moan when he pulled it towards him, he was instantly drown to her even when it was time to let her go Wesker couldn't bring himself to do it he remember what Chris told him

"LET her go Wesker you don't want her!"

How wrong the Redfield was how he did want her but just not in that way, he hesitated then pushed her towards Chris.

"Fine." Was all he said to cover the disappointment and regret after letting her go…

He quickly got out of his seat to started walking around trying to clear his thoughts. He hated when he thought of Claire he would always dismiss the thoughts of her. He only reminded himself of a teenage boy going threw puberty and having hormonal emotions. He couldn't have emotion after all he was a monster a tyrant that only cared for himself and killed what ever was in his way he had no use for these stupid human things. But if this is true why does he feel joy when he wins, or angered or hatred towards his enemies if it's possible to have this emotion then it's possible to feel love. No it wasn't love just an attraction to the most beautiful woman he met: lust, desire, and passion. But of all the women he picks to have this rare attraction the sister of his most hated archenemy. You do have great taste AlbertImagine going to visit Chris and Wesker's arm was around Claire's waste and kissing her in front of him, Chris would fine the biggest nuclear bomb he could fine and destroy Wesker with it. This thought made Wesker chuckle. The thing Wesker believed in was fate; fate made him who he is maybe fate really would let him have that one thing that can give Wesker pure, happy, and loving joy.

Claire

And in a long time Wesker was tired not from a pill or stress but just tiring thoughts that plagued his mind and he hated to admit it, he looked forward to sleep and the dreams that went with it of the girl he's been day dreaming for awhile.