Oh my god this took me forever to actually start writing and then it comes out like this shite! Please please don't expect the whole story to be like this! I have plans: explosions, kidnappings, mutating virus' and what 'My Monster' was lacking; zombies. Okay so I'll get there sooner or later.

You can thank the reviews, which are still coming in for its sister piece and Bon Jovi; hells ya for 'Til We ain't Strangers Anymore'. Both kicked my ass into actually writing. This chapter is basically a rewritten version of the first chapter from the last story. I wanted to show you how things had changed, so here it is.

Warning: Mention of adult themes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or the characters from the games. I do own this situation and a returning character.


Night and Day

Chapter One: Back to the Start

Chris woke with a slight yawn, sleep dragging at his heavy eye lids as he let them flicker open. He stretched, body arching off of the bed and arms curling above his head. He settled back down into his bed, dark brown eyes studying his room. The night left it dark, but it was still visible enough for him to see the room that had once been such a mess.

He rolled out of bed, feet finding purchase on the cool hardwood floor. His gaze was drawn to the window, where a passing car's lights shown through; leaving a streak of yellow and red. He blinked at the sight, but gave no further reaction like he would have in the past. Instead he focused on his next task; which was to go to the kitchen and get a drink of water.

He padded through the living room, silent and quick. He had no reason to be up this early, because he was no longer working for the B.S.A.A. His eyes strayed to the sliding doors that lead to the balcony, pausing at the entrance to the kitchen. He smiled, captivated by the city. It had been a while since he had been able to enjoy the view without having a sneering voice of a hallucination mocking him.

He shook his head and continued on his way. He grabbed a glass down from the shelf, quickly filled it with water and downed it. He filled it again, but this time nursed it in his large hands. He left the confines of the kitchen for the open living room and went to stand in front of the sliding doors that took up most of the wall.

He gave a low hum of enjoyment and just watched the night life on the streets below. This was how he often spent his mornings now, since the drastic turn of events in his life. He had no need for many hours of sleep, his body able to sustain itself with only a limited two. His life had changed and now he was something else. He would refer to himself as a monster, but he had been told countless times not to refer to himself in that state.

"You're up early again," a low voice broke through his thoughts. He blinked and cocked his head to glance at the man sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room. Albert Wesker was six foot three, slender in a spidery way, but well muscled. He was wearing all black, which contrasted starkly against his snow white skin. He had a perfectly sculpted face; slicked back blonde hair and a pair of gold and crimson eyes. "What woke you this time?"

"Another dream I think," Chris responded as he rocked back on his heels. He lifted the glass in his hands to his lips and took a drink, savouring the feel of the cool water filling his mouth. His life had changed and with his lack of need for sleep; he had developed a need to drink more often and eat a lot more. Wesker had said it had something to do with his body creating more energy to satisfy the virus running through his veins.

"Hm," Wesker made a non-committal noise and closed his eyes. He reclined back in the chair, ankle hooked over his knee. Chris did a quick glance of the room that they were in, still unable to believe the change that had swept through his life. It had been two months and still he could not wrap his mind around it.

The walls of his apartment, which had once been marked in black paint with the repeated name "Kijuju", were now once again a pristine white. The mess that had taken over the floor of scattered papers and garbage was gone and nowhere in sight. It was something that he had done with no incentive and by himself one night when he hadn't been able to sleep.

"I was thinking of heading to the shooting range today," Chris muttered quietly after a moment. He looked back at the blonde, who cracked open his eyes to look at him. His expression was blank, giving nothing away. Chris still hadn't figured the man out, even after two months of having this 'fling' with him.

He didn't know what to call their unorthodox relationship. The blonde showed up here on occasions, three times a week and they fucked, slept and then talked for a while. It was relaxed and easy, something that Chris was thankful for after his slight stint of insanity. He knew that he should hate this man, want to destroy him, but knowing was different than doing so.

"You will later, but not for some time." Wesker finally announced in his low, seductive voice. Chris gave a slight nod, looking back out to the city. He took another drink of water, only to make a noise of annoyance when a pale hand wrapped around it and took it from him. He released it to the hand, where it quickly disappeared.

He gave a low sigh when the pale hand returned to wrap around his hip. He relaxed into the touch, letting Wesker move at his own pace. The blonde was a creature of unique ways and Chris found it better just to let him have his way. He had nothing to complain about.

Smooth skin brushed up his neck, before teeth lightly nipped at his ear. His hand wrapped around Chris' thick neck and pulled him back into his chest. Chris shifted his head to the side to allow the older man access to his neck and let out a low hum. Wesker nipped down his neck, stopping only when he reached his shoulder blade.

"I am heading back to my house today." Wesker muttered in his ear, taking a step back. Chris moved with him, easily being led backwards through the living room. The words were a shock to hear, the older man telling him that he would be leaving. Generally Wesker came and left whenever he felt like it and Chris had no idea when he would show up and disappear.

He had nothing to say in response, so instead he turned around and grabbed the blonde's face in his hands. He swept forward, crashing their lips together harshly and in a way that Wesker took and gave in return. It seemed almost violent, but in a sense was normal for these two of such different personalities. They were complete opposites, opposites that clashed in such a way that they didn't have the urge to strangle each other... all of the time at least.

"Thank you," Chris started only to trail off as he plunged in for another clash of teeth and lips. "For telling me," he continued when he pulled back for a gasp of air. They were slowly making their way across the living room and to the bedroom, focused solely on the gratification that was to come.

In response, he didn't receive an answer, but a sharp shove onto the bed that he had made no attempt to organize when he had gotten up. There was no more need for talking; it was only the sharp physical contact of roving hands and sharp teeth and nails scrabbling for purchase.

-xx-

"Got it, got it," Chris muttered to himself when a blaring ring broke through his thoughts. He fought the blankets tangled around him and finally managed to throw them all of with a heavy grunt. His body cringed in slight pain, but he ignored it in an attempt to grab his phone; which was ringing loudly and indecently on his night stand. He finally managed to grab it and pressed the talk button after multiple tries. " 'llo?"

"Chris, Jesus are you still sleeping?" A curling voice rose over the other line, making him smile. He fell back onto the bed with another grunt and pulled the blankets back up. He burrowed into the warmth and yawned as sleep threatened to take him under again.

"I had a shitty sleep Sheva, plus I didn't have to get up for work like someone I know." Chris threw back at his old B.S.A.A. partner; only feeling a cringe of regret at the words. He missed working for the B.S.A.A. but there was nothing to be done for that. He was infected and when the members of the organization were tested, that would surely have shown up. He would have been screwed if that had happened.

"Uh, how you should cherish the ability to sleep in." Sheva mussed over the line in a wistful tone. He knew her well enough to know that she was smiling and probably staring off in thought; thinking about days when she had had the ability to sleep in. Chuckling, he looked at the clock on the other side of the room, pleased to notice that he had managed to sleep for a few more hours after Wesker had left.

"I do," Chris informed her with a soft dramatic sigh. He grinned and rolled onto his back, scratching at his chin as he wondered why she was phoning him. Another yawn escaped him, but he had pushed past being tired and into fully awake. "Now what's up Sheva? I know that you're not phoning me for a social call."

"You're right, my superiors didn't want me phoning you, but I knew that you deserved to know. There's been an outbreak stateside, back up in the Catolian Mountains again. This time there's more than lickers and hounds." Sheva announced with a weary voice. He froze, eyes snapping open to stare at the roof in shock. "That's the last place that you went on a mission, before you went missing."

"I know," his voice sounded hallow and gruff, even to his own years. He sat up sharply and was out of bed in an instant, searching his closet for clothes. He pulled on a pair of fresh boxers and then black pants. He didn't waste time and he knew that Sheva was waiting for him to say that he was ready for her to continue. He pulled on a black shirt and then went about collecting socks, belts, boots and his weapons holster. "Okay, I'm good."

"I know that no one wants you out there, but I know that you'll want to go. I'll pick you up in an hour and take you up there with me," Sheva announced. He nodded, even knowing that she couldn't see him doing so. "They wanted to send me out with a new partner, but I talked them into letting me take you. Please don't leave without me, okay Chris?"

"Ya, I'll wait up." Chris hung up the phone, knowing that she wouldn't expect a proper goodbye. They would have a proper greeting when she got here. Waiting for her to show up would give him time to sort out everything and to decide what the hell he was going to do.

He was heading back to the mountains where Wesker had a lab, where the virus had escaped in the first place. He had never expected to go back, had never even thought of doing so. Shit had happened there that he would rather not think about. He wasn't even a hundred percent sure if it had been Wesker's lab in the first place.

"Shit," he rubbed at the bridge of his nose when he felt the growing headache burning behind his eyes. Everything had been going well, had seemed to be anyways and he had almost been able to get past everything wrong.

"It was never going to be easy Chris." The shockingly familiar voice tore through him and he felt the regression of everything building up; everything tearing itself apart. "You just haven't realized that yet."


A/N: Here it is, the first chapter of 'Night and Day'. It's nice to be back to this verse after my two month hiatus from it. Still looking for a beta willing to beta for both Inception and Resident Evil stories.

Next Chapter: Buried Beneath. A new character is introduced, the voice is examined and Chris goes on a road trip.

Please R and R, I love getting feedback and it forces me to actually go back and write.