A/N: Well, here we are again for Part II! I want to thank everyone who has supported me and I just love you all. You may be wondering why this is under M, well this time around frustration is a killer so language is one of the "bad" things and it's gonna be darker than Part I so yeah. And MariFM, don't be surprised by the new character's name.

Disclaimer: I don't own RE, but I… you know… You do know right?

Incubus

Male demon or evil spirit that visits women in their sleep and lies with them in ghost-like sexual intercourse. The women won't awaken, just experience it in the dream. Should she get pregnant the child will grow into an evil person with bad intentions or a sorcerer. The legend of Merlin says that he was the result of an incubus and a nun's union. Incubi were believed to be fallen angels while the succubi (there was only one for a while) was believed to be Lilith. Lilith is our main concern.

One whole month since that day. Since the day Claire and Wesker made- had… Dream after dream after dream of Wesker made Claire's nights confusing. In a way she was glad to be able to see his face. Right now she was smiling, stretching her arms up over her head, glad that Wesker had turned into nothing more than a pleasant incubus.

The house was full of life and finally happiness. Billy and Rebecca were living there now, staying in a room together. Chris and Jill made up but weren't close enough to room together. Leon was secluded in his own little apartment, very weary of Claire. If Claire had learned anything it was that sticking together was the most important and rewarding thing she had to do. Leon had stepped out of their lives, only reentering it when it best suited him, but Claire had Sherry to think of.

"Claire!" Everything felt so normal, if normal meant every twenty-year-old woman's home had become a B&B.

"Chris I'm up!" Claire yelled back. Claire was so grateful for everything. Inside she knew they doubted each other, but the walls were breaking down. Wesker was over exaggerating, everything was okay. Seemingly.

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"Hey, where's my toast?" whined Jill. Chris pointed to the toaster and pretended to roll his eyes. "So, Barry's in Switzerland… finally." Jill took a seat between Chris and Rebecca after getting her plate.

"God, I'm tired," said Rebecca.

"Maybe if you actually went to sleep at night…" Claire teased.

"Actually," started Chris, "You kept us all up." Claire gave a confused look, but Chris explained. "You were talking in your sleep all night. Laughing too." Claire's eyes went from left to right as if she could find the explanation on the table.

"I don't know," she said, unable to offer any explanation. Well, one that wouldn't make Chris' head explode. Playing dumb was better for them all.

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Damn her straight to hell. Claire Redfield had tricked him, and for once, "The Great Albert Wesker" didn't know what to do. She lied to him.

You believed her. Why?

Wesker stared at the unmade bed that Claire had slept in. So much of her was still in this room. It was all so undisturbed. Claire Redfield. The feisty redhead would forever haunt him, so what to do?

Didn't Alfred Kinsey say something like, "When something desired is prohibited, it becomes an obsession."?

Yes, he did. Was it the same for her? Sitting on the bed he felt closer to her. But why did she matter to him?

Because she lied.

He desired revenge upon Chris, that was yet to be done. He desired to use Claire to hurt Chris, but apparently that wasn't happening. Chris needed to be here. Now. Wesker had to get that disk before Spencer did, otherwise everyone would be dead.

If Chris was good then Wesker was evil, making Spencer good too because he wanted to get rid of Wesker. That was not good for the world. Not good for Sherry.

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Today, there was no Leon, like so many other days. Claire's heart had seemed to have betrayed everyone she cared for. Life was a bit bleak. Wasn't Wesker coming for her? Did she want it? Need it?

"Albert Wesker," she said to herself, staring up at the spinning ceiling fan. The name even stood out. "Wesker." She realized she could lie there all night contemplating on how to give his name a more appealing sound. That was fine by her.

She'd dream of him anyway. Did he dream, and if so was it of her? Did his home feel empty without her? It wasn't long before sleep took over her. Darkness engulfed her, shadowing reality.

She could feel him, the feeling of his fingers tracing circles on her skin. How she wanted him, desperately, to the point it pained her. Ever since that day, Claire couldn't forget any part of his body. Her dreams kept that memory alive. Eyes of fire weren't full of hatred, but passion. Those eyes gave him the look of a snake.

"No Claire, I'm not the snake." Her brow furrowed and she sat up, and Wesker regrettably stopped touching her.

"Then who is?" Claire asked.

"Soon you'll know," he said, tucking her red hair behind her ears. "Friends don't always tell the truth."

"But you do?" He smiled, a sight Claire always feared, but yet somehow adored.

"I have no reason to lie about this."

"Other than to hurt me or my friends or brother?" Shushing her, he cupped her face in his hands, leaning in to kiss her. All she could think was how lucky she was to have a recurring character that looked like him -that didn't want to kill her- in her dreams.

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Someone was there, in the darkness. Leon could feel it. "Who's there?"

"Call me a ghost, or better yet, a sort of incarnation." Whoever she was, she turned on the lamp, and Leon saw that she was sitting in his chair in jeans, black boots, and a black T- shirt. Leon knew her. The woman everyone made a big fuss over, the woman in the picture, Monette.

"Spencer will you cut that out?" It was more of a demand.

"No Siento. I'm not Spencer." Leon laughed dryly and watched her walk to him. Spencer wasn't that good.

"So he did it huh? You're this 'Perfect Copy' everyone's excited about."

"Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner. Brains, what else is underneath?" Leon stopped her from lifting up his T-shirt. "It's ok, I'm not contagious. When'd a little T-Virus hurt you?

"God, is that why he made you huh?" Leon asked, looking quite disgusted. "To satisfy his sick needs as a man?"

"Maybe," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper, "I just like you." Leon pushed past her, taking a seat on his couch, staring at her. She was Monette to a T. Short in height, long blue-black hair, but her as a person…

"Monette didn't act like that according to everyone."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm not her. Besides, she had a sordid past. Drugs, alcohol, pretty much Robert Downey Junior's nightmare." Not able to smile at her, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "But you know why I'm here. The disk. Papa Spencer wants it. And he's assigned me as your new partner." A sarcastic laugh escaped him, and the woman sat awfully close to him. "So tell that chink bitch that if she gets in my way… I'll kill her.

Shock replaced the confidence he had. How'd she know of Ada? Why did Spencer care about Ada?

"Are we clear? If she asks about me, you say, 'Oh Ada, you're seeing things.' Wesker already knows who I am, but if the bitch leaks it to S.T.A.R.S., you're in a hella trouble. Because she wants the disk, Spencer wants the disk, S.T.A.R.S. wants the disk, and Wesker too. So we're good?"

Leon nodded, not wanting to defy Spencer at all right now. Look what he made! "Just tell me you won't screw me over," he requested.

"I won't betray you," she soothed in a baby voice. "But when it comes to screw-"

"Okay, okay!"

"Come on. Since when did professional mean no-"

"I don't want to upset Spencer. He's a little messed up already-"

"A little?" Oh look, she did have a mind of her own. Leon watched her walk away and open the door, ready to leave him.

"So, Monette, I'll see you later?"

"Don't call me that. I'm not Monette."

"Then who are you?"

"Merely her shadow. You can call me Marisol."

A/N: There we go! Her name… I just said hmm, why not? I was thinking about my friend's ex who he says I remind him of and look like got mad whenever someone called her Mari so she'd do her little Mexican accent and would say, "My name's not Mari, I am… Marisol." It'd be funny if you could actually hear me say it. I like the name too. Plus, it starts with an m. Something tells me y'all are gonna hate Monette's clone. Well, review and I'll update!