One-Shot: Watching and Waiting

Albert Wesker was, in a way, like any other man. He desired power, authority, and… something else. He had the cunning to do it all. But unlike other men, who stepped back into line at the hint of change, he rose up to the chance that life threw him and he fought damn hard for what he wanted. He would destroy all that stood in his way, cut done all that opposed his path.

Now, everyone who came to cross him, thought him to be a heartless beast. He was, in fact a beast but not as completely heartless as everyone thought him to be.

He was someone who you might have night terrors about. And there were plenty who did. His brilliance though, told him that there was one essential object he needed for world domination.

For someone as intellectually apt as he, it took a great deal of time to figure out what it was that he was missing. Then one day out of the blackness, it hit him. The one thing he was missing, the one thing he wanted in those final days of humanity, but could not have just yet, was his dear heart.

She was his complete opposite, kind caring, compassioned and strong. Oh, and she had quite the wicked mouth on her. It was a miracle the brute of a brother she had, had managed to raise her so well. It would also be such a blow that would push his dear enemy over the edge.

So being the cunning monster man he was, Wesker knew everything there was to know about her. On some days when progress was going slow he would sit in his dark room with screens surrounding him and her in each one of them. He had put cameras all around and inside her home, while she was away on business. In fact it was rare for him to not know where she was. He had eyes and ears everywhere.

There were occasions, very few, when she would bring some company along but it never lasted. In those occasions, it was odd for him to feel that kind of anger at the unknown male company she would bring. Feeling anything for anyone was a foreign concept for him. Soon after the encounter, she would make some excuse to get them to leave. More often, than not she would have to finish what they had started.

He would watch her then, a smirk playing on his flawless face. He would watch her features intently, her pouting lips, the way her fingers would trail down her fit abdomen the rise and fall of her chest.

It would be him making her moan like that.

He could not wait for the day when he could run his hands through her cherry tinted hair, his fingers along her cheek, on lush lips, trailing down between her breasts. He could not wait to explore every inch of her body, lick, bite and mark every scar she had ,for he knew she had a few from all the encounters with the B.O.W.s. He could not wait for the day that he would have her under him around him as he pounded into her. She would scream his name and dig her nails into his back and he would push deeper, harder, faster. They would bask in each others glory. One day soon, she would be his, and she would worship him like the god that he was.

But for now he would watch and wait for the right opportunity to rise up.

In Weskers mind Claire Redfeild was already his.

FIN

AN: Don't own Resident Evil, or its characters, if I did…well I'm sure you know what I'd do with them.

There are probably a bunch of grammar issues, and a few spelling (or a lot), and this is my first RE fic so pleas be nice, reviews make my day just a little bit brighter.