Okay so I'm a total Wesker fan and I've always loved the idea of a romance between him and Claire! Well maybe not so much a romance as a hot, sexy, rough love thing...but all things considered that's probably the best any girl could hope for with him.
I've kept this chapter pg but expect some yummy lemony goodness in future chapters. Enjoy! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Resident Evil!
It was a simple room, of this she was sure. Her wheezing breathe echoed smoothly back to her with every exhale. She filled the small space with her body, the only furniture that added ambiance to its walls.
She shifted her body in to a sitting position, hearing the heavy chains scrape against the stone floor as she moved. This noise brought her back; this noise reminded her.
She shook her head limply from side to side, shaking her matted hair from behind her shoulders. It draped around her face like a curtain, shielding her eyes from the walls around her. The strands near her mouth quivered from each shaking breath, whipping outwards from her face before falling back in place. She allowed her eyes to wander down and rest on the shackles binding her wrists. They were heavy and thick, and the skin of her wrists paid testament to how tightly she had been bound.
As she sat and allowed her eyes to take in the raw flesh of her wrists, she heard footsteps echoing in the passage outside of her cell. They paused, and muffled voices could be overheard close by. Her heart beat loudly in her ears, and she felt that the person outside in the passage could hear it too; she knew they could.
Frantically she crawled backwards in to the farthest corner of her cell, curling her knees up to cover her chest. She braced herself against the wall, willing her heartbeat to slow. She did not want him to know her fear; she would not let him have that pleasure.
The voices stopped, and a second later she heard the door to the cell block creaking open. The footsteps started again, although they were much louder this time. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the man who walked casually towards her. The steps grew louder and louder, and then they stopped. She sat unmoving, breath held, waiting for the question she knew was sure to come.
A low chuckle filled the room, covering her senses with the thought of him. It was silent a moment longer, and then came the question she had been waiting for, the one this same man had asked her every day since she had been chained to this wall.
"Well," said the man, a condescending tone in his voice, "are you ready to talk now Claire?"
Claire opened her eyes slowly, tilting her head upwards to meet those of the man who had imprisoned her here. And just as every time before, her eyes where locked out, seeing only the thick black lenses of his glasses.
Wesker grinned.