Claire jolted awake from yet another nightmare. Ever since her older brother, Chris, had told her that he and his partner, Sheva, had finally killed Albert Wesker she had been having the same nightmare.
It was always the same. She was back on Rockford Island with Steve Burnside. They were fighting their way through the monstrous creatures constantly and when it finally seemed like they would get a break, a new nightmare arose.
Claire and Steve were standing back to back looking every which way for the voice that was calling to them. "Ah, Chris' little sister," Steve would then yell for the owner of the voice to show themself and Claire would turn towards him.
As soon as she turned her head though, a powerful grip would have a hold on her. She squirmed as she tried to escape but the arms around her would never loosen. "Clam down dear heart, I promise it will only hurt for a second," she felt a chill down her spine and a slight pressure in her neck as a needle swiftly drew her blood. Before she knew it, she was on the ground at Steve's feet, her hand covering her neck and her eyes looking around franticly. Steve would be crouched down next to her trying to help her up as the voice spoke once more. "Thank you dear heart, perhaps you may be of use to me in the future,"
That's when Claire would bolt awake, sweating heavily and panting. "Why the hell am I having these dreams?!" she sighed heavily as she made her way to the bathroom.
She looked in the mirror to see her pale face caked with strands of stray hair. Her red hair, which was normally bright, was slightly darker than usual which she blamed on stress. She carefully began to wash her face as her thoughts raced through her mind. 'Wesker is dead! Why would I be having nightmares?' She dried her face gently and headed to her kitchen to get a snack. 'I suppose it's because Chris told me about what happened,' she glanced at the clock, 5:45 A.M.
"Well, I suppose I could get ready for work and eat breakfast." She smiled to herself knowing that even though she was having nightmares, that she had nothing to worry about.
Although the apartment was dark, it wasn't hard for him to watch her from where he was. She was quite beautiful when she slept, even when she was having a nightmare. Her face was dripping in sweat and her breath was labored. Wesker smirked to himself as he watched her jolt awake, clean herself up and then head to her kitchen. She had no idea what was in store for her.
"Good morning dear heart." Wesker's voice seemed lost to the wind.
He knew he must have her ever since Rockford Island. Her genetic makeup was perfect. She would be the cherry on top of his new and improved world once he released Uroboros. His mind drifted slightly to the other Redfield sibling, Chris. Wesker's blood began to boil as he thought about the annoying pest but cooled slightly as he thought about his plans. "Oh revenge is sweet, eh Claire?"
Claire sat and twirled her hair silently. Work was boring as usual but she was almost done. She planned on calling Chris when she got off to see where exactly he was at the moment. As soon as she finished her work and clocked out she headed to her car and pulled out her cellphone. After dialing Chris' number she waited for him to answer. After two rings, she heard her brother's lovely voice.
"Hey Sis. What's up?"
Claire smiled. "Hey there Bro. What cha doing?" She had gotten into her car and buckled her seat belt.
"Ah just chilling in your apartment, why?" Claire could hear the smile in his voice.
"You turd! When did you get home? And why didn't you call me?!" Claire was over excited at the news and started her car and headed home.
"I thought I'd just surprise ya," Chris laughed heartily.
"Well, I'll be home soon ya big goof, just don't mess up my apartment too much."
Chris replied as if he were hurt. "You wound me dear sister, I would never do anything like that."
Claire laughed. "Alright Chris, I'll be there soon, Love ya."
She quickly hung up the phone and focused on the road ahead of her. It had been forever since she last saw her brother and he had actually come to visit her this time. The world just seemed like a brighter place now and finally Claire's stress seemed to be dissipating. As she drove straight ahead everything seemed to be perfectly fine until she felt a sudden jolt in the side of her car. The last thing she remembered was her car spinning wildly out of control and slamming her into the airbag.
Wesker smiled wickedly as the sun glinted off his sunglasses. He made his way over to the crashed truck and peered through the window. Claire's head was resting on the deflating airbag and a small trickle of blood was making its way down her forehead. For a split second he felt a little bad that he had hurt her, but it quickly passed. He swiftly opened the door and unbuckled her seatbelt. Wesker lifted Claire into his arms with ease and headed back to his black Cadillac. He opened the back door and carefully slid Claire onto the seat. Before he forgot, he fished his hand into her pocket and pulled out her cellphone. He looked through the history and saw that she had been talking to Chris right before he had crashed her truck. As he glanced back at the truck he smirked and looked back to Claire.
"Sorry about your truck dear heart. It won't matter anymore though," he shut the door and returned to the front seat to start his car.
As he drove to his destination he flipped Claire's phone open and dialed Chris' number, he picked up after the second ring. "Hey sis, where ya at?" Wesker chuckled into the phone and then threw it out the window, destroying it instantly.
Chris looked down at his phone, his heart thumping in his ears. "Claire?! Claire!"
He knew that voice, although he thought it impossible, he knew who that was. "Dammit! That son of a bitch!" He quickly went through his contacts until he found Jill's number. Although she had just recently recovered from being in Wesker's hands, Chris knew she was the one to help him go after that monster again. And this time, they would end that bastard for good.
Claire's head was pounding. 'What happened?' She slowly opened her eyes to find herself in a strange room. It was completely white and empty beside the small bed she was currently on, a door, and another small room which she figured to be a bathroom. She swung her legs off the bed and rubbed her neck.
"Hello?" she slowly walked over to the door and knocked on it loudly.
She was supposed to be at home now with Chris, what the hell happened? She remembered her truck crashing and that was about it. Suddenly she heard a familiar voice and instantly stopped moving.
"Dear heart, you're safe. No need to panic."
Claire's head franticly swung from side to side. "No! Chris killed you!" she heard a chuckle as she ran back over to the small bed and ducked down beside it.
When she heard a click at the door she wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled them as close as she could, her eyes tightly closed."This is another nightmare, that's all…yea a nightmare."
Before Claire could open her eyes, she felt a hand on her shoulder and felt a source of warmth. Her eyes shot open and she stumbled to crawl away. Wesker smiled down at her and she tried to escape him. He simply grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him.
"Now, now love. Don't be afraid". He lifted her to her feet and began to drag her from the room. She squealed and yelled behind him and tried to pull away from him, of course her efforts were in vain.
Before long, Wesker had them in a lab room and had Claire sitting in a metal chair. The cool metal chilled Claire to the bone as she watched the monster in front of her. Wesker was directly in front of Claire and his nose was almost touching hers.
"What do you want with me?!" Claire shrunk back into the chair as Wesker strapped her arm down. He hadn't answered her question and simply continued to work on what he was doing.
Soon he returned to her side with a syringe in hand. "Now love I'm simply taking a blood sample now so that I can perfect a correct dosage for you."
The word dosage made the color drain from Claire's face. "What are you going to inject me with? Stay away from me!" She lashed out as Wesker walked away with a vial of her blood. She yanked at the restraint on her arm and clumsily tried to remove it with her other hand.
Wesker smiled as he heard the fear in her voice. That fear would soon be replaced and he knew it, humans were so weak. When Wesker turned around once more, he was met with an empty chair and his temper began to rise. "That pathetic woman!" He quickly raced down the hall after her.
Claire's breath was heavy and her legs felt numb. She began running as fast as her legs would carry her when she broke the restraint on her arm. 'I have to get away, call Chris!' Her mind was in shambles and tears began to stream down her checks. Why was this monster still alive? Why did he want her? When she arrived at a steel door she quickly fumbled with the handle to open it. When it didn't open, she assumed it locked and turned to go the other way. Unfortunately she didn't get far.
Once Wesker found his runaway he spent no time in containing her. He effortlessly kicked Claire in the stomach sending her flying back into the steel door, causing it to clang loudly as she hit. "Now dear heart, I told you there is nothing to fear," he walked over to Claire's crumpled form and pulled her up by her hair.
She yelped loudly and clawed at his hands. "If you were not so important, I'll have you know that I would probably have killed you by now." He pulled his hand back and brought it back down across Claire's face. She cried out in pain as Wesker hit her not once but twice.
Wesker released her hair and Claire's body crumpled down to the floor, resting at his feet. "To harm you severely would only hinder my plans, Love."
Claire struggled to look up at Wesker's face as she lay down at his feet. The pain in her stomach and cheek throbbed angrily as she tried to stand up. Wesker sighed and scooped Claire into his arms as he saw her struggling. Of course she wouldn't simply accept his help, and she began to struggle and thrash in his arms.
"Le..let me g..go," Claire's voice was weak and once again Wesker felt that strange pang because he had hurt her. He quickly dismissed it, however, and continued to walk down the hallway back to the small room he kept Claire in for now. Her tiny fists pounded on his chest as he entered the room and laid her down on the bed.
Claire watched as he walked off into the small room and returned with a damp rag. He began to gently wipe away the flecks of blood on her face and smiled down at her. "Dear heart, you are very important to me," he paused as he turned to leave. "Perhaps you shall like your role?" He questioned quietly as he left the room and locked the door behind him.
Claire stared at the door as if waiting for it to open once again. When it didn't, she let her mind wander. 'Why would I like anything to do with that asshole?!' Her head began to pound once again and she turned on her side and curled up slightly. 'Chris. Where am I?' she thought briefly before sleep claimed her aching form.