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Hullo! Here is the first part of my 2 shot story, I wanted to write something tad darker. M for second chapter.
Claire's long, graceful fingers touched the grand piano's keys softly as she played the "Moonlight Sonata" perfectly and without mistakes. How could she make mistakes? She knew the first part like the back of her hand and could play it with her eyes closed. And she hated that song. Once it had been beautiful and touching, but now it was sickening song that she hated more than anything, and he knew it. Wesker knew that she loathed that song almost as much as him.
Claire felt Wesker's presence behind her and she knew that he had stopped working and was just listening to the music she played. Every evening before Claire went to bed he made her play that twisted and damned song just to remind her of her brother…Chris. Claire couldn't help it, tears fell onto her cheeks as she remembered her dead brother. Wesker had killed him in front of her and then he had torn her away from him. She could clearly remember how she had embraced Chris one last time before Wesker had grabbed her and taken her.
Claire didn't pay any attention to her hands anymore, why should she when they moved on their own. She heard how the blond man stood up and walked slowly behind her but Claire didn't turn. She felt a small shiver run down her spine when Wesker placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing her lightly down.
For months a mere touch from the blond tyrant made her flinch and feel disgusted, and it had been almost as if his touch burned her skin for he never wore his leather gloves in her presence. But in time she had grown used to his touch...even though it still made her shiver sometimes. Claire didn't react in anyway when she felt Wesker's hand move up her neck and touch her red hair gently.
Claire had always loved playing piano, but Wesker had taken all the joy away. For years playing the instrument had been a way to express herself and a source of enjoyment, but now her brother's murderer hard turned it into something she hated.
The young Redfield woman felt how her warm tears of anger and sadness fell onto her crimson red dress, but she ignored the feeling and continued playing.
"Moonlight Sonata" a song that represented everything she had become and what life had become to her. She was a doll.
Claire stared her reflection from the black surface of the grand piano and saw Wesker's hands move once again. She felt his rough strong hand against her face and the red-eyed man wiped away her tears. Yet she continued to play, she was done with the song "Why do you cry dear heart?" She heard Wesker's amused voice ask her as he pulled a straw of her bright red hair behind her ear.
"You know the answer you bastard." She hissed and the memories of that fateful evening came to her mind.
It had been a warm summer evening when her life had come crashing down.
She felt the warm water run down her shoulders and body as she washed the rose shampoo off her hair. She turned the tap off and grabbed her pink towel, wrapping it tightly around her body and stepped out of the shower gracefully. As she left the bathroom she heard her brother move in the kitchen "Chris, the shower's free now." She said and walked towards her room to dress up. "Took you long enough!" She heard her brother yell from the kitchen. "Oh look who is talking! Do you even know how long it takes for you to finish up when you take a shower? Seriously, why don't you just move into the bathroom? I could have the rest of the house for myself." She teased and dived into her room when she saw Chris' angry face peek from behind the corner. "Why you!" Chris yelled and threw the first thing he saw toward Claire who closed her door just in time before a dirty dish brush hit it..
She snorted and went straight to her wardrobe, pulling our light grey-blue jeans,black t-shirt and simple white underwear. As she fought the jeans up her still moist skin the doorbell rang loudly. "Chris can you get that?" She yelled as she jumped up and down to keep her balance while putting on socks. Just when she had managed to dress up...Claire's heart leaped when she heard a terrible crash coming from the living room.
"Chris?" She whispered and ran to her desk, and pulled out her handgun before rushing to her room's door. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her mind and focus when she heard sounds of hand-to-hand combat. She put the magazine into her handgun and moved up against the wall and peeked from behind the corner into the living room. Her pulse quickened when she saw a tall dark figure standing in the middle of the living room.
It was Wesker there was no mistake. His back faced Claire and the blond man had not yet noticed her, for his attention was completely given to her brother who was on his knees, coughing up blood. Only thing Claire could think was how to save Chris, but what could she do? Guns weren't much use against Wesker and wasnt that good in close combat either.
How had he managed to track them down? Terra Save and BSAA had helped them hide, and still Wesker had found them."How is your sister Chris? Is she home?" Wesker questioned Chris maliciously and kicked the older Redfield hard into chest. Chris lost all air in his lungs due to the impact and crashed against a bookcase.
Claire bit her lip hard to keep herself from screaming her brother's name.
"She…is not home." Chris hissed loudly enough that Claire could hear him. She stared into her brother's eyes and saw the look in his blue eyes that told her to run. His head was bleeding badly and he probably wouldn't be able to take more blows. Wesker grinned and pushed his sunglasses up a bit "Pity, well I guess I have to find her after I kill you…" He chuckled softly as he circled around Chris like a vulture.
"Chirs, Chris, how I have waited for this day to come...finding you and your lovely sister was hard but in the end all the work pays off." He muttered and pulled his heavily modified samurai-edge pistol from its holster and aimed at Chris' head "Tsk, pity, I was really hoping for Claire to witness this." he muttered, clearly annoyed. But he then smiled and looked down at Chris " And don't worry, Ill take good care of her."
"What do you want from her! She's done nothing to you Wesker. Leave her alone." Chris spat and Wesker's expression grew cold once again.
"What do I want from her?" He repeated and pulled off his black sunglasses, glaring at Chris with his hellish eyes. Chris felt only pure hatred when Wesker knelt down next to him and whispered so quietly that Claire couldn't hear it " To be honest Chris, I wanted your sister the moment I saw her back in S.T.A.R.S, back when she was only 17"
"Touch her and I…" Chris growled and was about to attack Wesker with his last strength but Wesker grabbed his arm, twisting it so that his bones broke from several points. Chris howled in pain "You what Chris? Come back from beyond the grave? I don't think so."
Then he stood up "Your time is up Christopher." Wesker growled and just as he was about to pull the trigger, Claire lunged forward yelling "NO!"
She barely saw Wesker's movements; he turned around, fixing his eyes on her handgun and in that instant Wesker moved. Claire's eyes widened in horror when the tall man appeared out of nowhere next to her and before she could do anything, he grabbed her arm, twisting it painfully so that she dropped the handgun. At the same time Wesker's other hand grabbed her neck and forced her violently against the white wall. Claire felt her heart beat go insane as she realized that Wesker had caught her in worst possible situation.
"Dear heart…." He whispered huskily against her ear, his hot breath tickling her neck. Even though Claire kept her eyes fixed on Chris who was horrified, she could see the glow of Wesker's hellish eyes from the corner of her view.
"I'm so glad that you decided to join us, we have a great deal of things to discuss." He said and cocked his head a little bit, almost curiously. "I'm afraid not!" Claire spat. After all her "adventures" she had learned to carry Swiss army blade in her pocket. She grabbed it with her free hand and unfolded the razor sharp blade and struck Wesker into arm that held her neck.
Se managed to deliver the strike but her victory was short lived, for Wesker let go of her only to to slap her in annoyance, just like back in Rockfort.
Claire fell onto the floor and tried desperately to get up but her efforts were in vain. Her head hurt like hell and her vision was spinning. She saw and felt how Wesker casually walked past her towards Chris. "You should learn how to behave in my presence Claire." He said and glanced at Claire as if she was but a worm compared to him. "You'll learn eventually."
Chris had stood up with his last strength and stared Wesker intensely into eyes. Claire feared when she saw her brother his wounds were already severe and could barely stand. His face was covered in blood and his arm was broken from multiple points.
"Wesker, as you can see I'm in no shape to fight or run, so before you kill me I ask only one thing, let Claire live." Chris said softly and watched his sister who was about to get onto her feet. "Chris no…" She whispered in desperation, it couldn't end like this. Wesker let out a sinister chuckled "You always were a fool Chris."
The world stopped for Claire when she saw Wesker fire the gun. She screamed "NO! CHRIS!" and lunged towards her brother, managing to reach him just before he fell onto floor with bullet wound in his chest. This wasn't real, this couldn't be real...Not like this. She could barely understand what had happened, but tears were overwhelming her eye sight already.
"No Chris…." She wailed as tears streamed down her face. Her brother took few last pained and raspy breaths and raised his hand to touch his sister's face "I'm sorry, sis, tell Jill…tell Jill that I love her. Stay strong and live your life…."He gasped and then Claire felt his warm hand fall lifelessly. Chris was dead. "Chris? Chris? CHRIS!" She screamed and tried to shake him to wake him up. "Don't leave me Chris…I don't want to be alone." She cried and hugged her brother in sorrow.
She looked up in terror when she saw Wesker take few steps closer to her. He was staring at her without any emotion and had holstered his pistol once again. Claire felt rage build up inside her "Why! Why must you take everything away from me? First Steve and now my brother! Why couldn't you leave him alone, haven't you done enough!" She yelled and added in low sad tone "go to hell…. go to hell where you belong." She waited for a deathblow but it didn't come "Get it over with! Kill me, just like you killed Chris." Claire spat and tightened her hold on her brother's body.
Wesker smiled and closed his eyes, enjoying every note she played. When he had learned that Claire could play piano he had made her learn this song. He loved it; it resembled his rebirth in to power all those years ago in the mansion. Even though he didn't care much for the music in general, this song had always been his favourite. He had always wanted Claire; from the very first moment he had seen her back in S.T.A.R.S office all those years ago. And now he finally had the red-haired beauty in his possession. And the evening he had finally caught her…. he would never forget it.
He looked down at her.
Claire looked so fragile and innocent when she held Chris' cooling body against her. He could barely believe it, he had finally got rid of his nemesis, and all that was left of him was his sister. He had spoken the truth when he had told Chris that he had wanted Claire ever since he had met her back in S.T.A.R.S. Of course he couldn't pursue her back then, there was for god's sake 20 years between them. And even though she was legally adult it would have been HIGHLY inappropriate for him as the leader of S.T.A.R.S department to date his sub ordinate's sister that was barely an adult. He had kept his interest to himself and had dismissed it...until he had seen her again back on Rockfort again. When he had seen that she had grown up and turned into a strong willed and resourceful woman his old interest for her had flared up again. He had though it had been something carnal in him, a shadow or an echo of his former humanity, but it hadn't. To be honest had never understood why Birkin decided to marry that woman, Anette, but when he had met Claire, he had started to understand Birkin somewhat
"Go away…" Claire whispered and looked up into his eyes and it amused him. Claire had always been so defying...even back in the old days when Chris and others had no idea of his true nature. He often thought of that one evening when he had introduced himself to her when Chris had not been around. Usually people acknowledged his stature in the S.T.A.R.S or as an genius Umbrella researcher. His presence had always been intimidating, but she had stood her ground and smiled brightly to him, not fearing him one bit.
He had then realized what he wanted, he wanted Claire to submit to him, to acknowledge him and fear him. She filled the one carnal part of humanity he had left….
It annoyed him though, to see her shield her dead brother. It was time for his dear heart to forget her beloved Chris.
"Get up." He ordered coldly and stepped closer to Claire, towering over her and added, "You are coming with me."
Claire glared at him with murderous eyes "Either kill me or go away! Don't defile Chris' body any further!" She spat
"You aren't human! You are just disgusting monster in human body!"
Wesker decided to listen what she had to say to him before he would drag her away
Claire fell silent as she tried to fight back her tears. He waited patiently for Claire to collect herself and watched amused how her clothing got soaked in her brother's blood. He could smell the rose shampoo in her hair, it mixed with the scent of blood, creating a nauseating combination.
"You think gaining power from suffering of others is worth something, because of you Chris and I have had to suffer…because of you…." Claire growled; her voice was gaining strength every moment and she looked up to face him. She was furious. "Because of you…" She repeated and got up.
Wesker was more than surprised to see her eyes flaming, she wasn't defeated, far from it, and if he were still a normal human he would have been seriously aiming at her with his pistol.
"I wish you hadn't never met you…Chris shouldn't have met you…" The hissed and grabbed her knife and lunged towards Wesker yelling in all her fury "I hated you from the very first moment I saw you!"
Wesker's expression turned annoyed as he easily dodged Claire's attack and hit her hard hard. He watched as Claire fell onto ground next to her brother and for a moment he wondered if he had hit her with too much strength, but then she tried to get up again. Her anger had gone, the hit had knocked out all fury and brimstone out of her. She smiled at her brother as if asking for forgiveness "I'm sorry Chris…." She whispered "it looks like…you were the one always to save me…I couldn't protect you even once…I'm useless…" She said and stopped moving.
Wesker grabbed Claire's arm gently and pulled her up and when he saw that the girl had no strength to support her, he pulled out a syringe from his pocket and injected the substance into Claire. Soon she drifted away and fell unconscious into his arms. Wesker smiled slightly and picked her in bridal style, carrying her out of the apartment, away from her dear brother.
It had been almost a year since that day. He hadn't forced Claire to sleep with him even though it had crossed his mind several times.
The first several months had been quite frustrating because of Claire's spirit and defiance. He had not been afraid to use force in controlling her, but he had always been reasonable when he had to do so.
He knew that he was breaking through her defences, slowly perhaps, but eventually they would fail. Guilt was his greatest weapon when he played with Claire's feelings. He had given her everything she had dreamed of when she had been a mere child. Something that she, or Chris could never have afforded to have.
He had bought her grand piano, clothing and jewellery must have cost each a fortune. He had given her luxury that many would have killed for. And the thing that made it all amusing to him was that they meant nothing to her.
As he stood behind Claire he touched gently a gold necklace with diamonds, and he knew that to Claire it was just a shiny bauble. The rich silk dress she wore could as well been a rag. In that sense they were both very similar, the material held no value to them, it was something immaterial that mattered, for him it was power and for her…something else.
Claire felt a surge of relief when she played the last note of the first part and placed her hands slowly into her lap, waiting for Wesker's reaction. "Perfect." He said and clapped his hands few times to applaud her.
Claire stood up and turned around, wiping the remains of her tears away. "Can I go to bed? Or do you want something from me?" She asked and stared Wesker straight into eyes. He never wore his sunglasses when they were together and alone. Claire knew that she was probably the only person on earth in whose company Wesker would not wear his glasses. The blond man walked back to his work desk and opened his black laptop once again "Wouldn't you rather keep me company? It's only a little past eleven." He said and opened few virus data files. Claire closed the piano´s lid quietly. Why was he doing this to her? She had expected to be tortured and eventually killed, but to her confuse, he had been quite gentle with her and only hurt her when she gave reason to. For weeks she had fought him whenever he tried to touch her and he had been quite rough with her, but after a month, she had seen no reason to fight him anymore, it was no use. He always got what he wanted from her, in one way or another.
"Yes, give me a second." She said softly and walked over to the window. She looked out to see the buzzing city full of life. The lights of the buildings made her sad. She so rarely left the luxury apartment she lived in with Wesker. Sometimes he took her out with him and it always made her sad. To see other people with their normal lives. She couldn't enjoy those moments since Wesker was there as a glass wall between her and the world. It felt like she was completely from another world and could not understand the inhabitants of the city. All the sounds of the city were combined into one big buzzing sound that she couldn't understand. She and Wesker didn't belong there.
Sometimes he took her with him to a rich restaurant where she sat quietly while people whispered to each other how lucky woman she was to have such a handsome and rich partner.
How she longed to walk those streets freely. She placed her hand against the cool glass and closed her eyes. She felt Wesker's eyes on her but she ignored the feeling. She imagined herself in the middle of the busy street walking alone, being a part of the city. But now she was isolated from the rest of the world and she wondered if anyone out there thought of her.
One certain memory crept in to her mind like a licker. That one memory, it was discordant from the rest of her memories of Wesker.
When she had learned that her friends no longer searched for her ad that they expected her to be dead, she had fallen to her knees and cried, knowing that everyone she loved had given up on her, no one knew or cared for her existence but Wesker.
That night she had cried first time since he had taken her and she as ashamed of that. When she had realized that she was alone and no one would know that she was still alive, that no one even try to find her, her defences were brought down for the first time...and Wesker had been there to comfort her. He had held her against him as she had cried her heart out. That time, she had let all the pain inside her out, all the sorrow that had build up inside her over the years.
She could still feel the stiff feeling of his leathery shirt against her face and hands as she cried, how wet it had become. Wesker had shielded her with his arms and been with her until she had calmed down. That day still haunted her in the back of her mind.
"I can take you out if you want to, Dear heart." Claire heard Wesker say and she snorted "No need, I wouldn't fit in anyway." The raid haired woman muttered and walked elegantly over to Wesker and sat onto an old antique chair. There was a silver tray on the black rich wooden desk with a with white golden lined porcelain tea set resting on it.
"Tea?" Wesker asked and Claire nodded and he poured her a cup. Claire picked it up and blew the steam away slowly.
The deep silence between them was suddenly cut when Claire asked, "Why do you keep me alive Wesker?"
The blond man looked up from his work and their eyes met. She didn't look angry, more like sad and lost. This wasn't the first time she had asked this question, but Wesker had never given her a satisfying answer. "It can't be because of my brother said to you." She continued and sipped the tea. It hot, and somewhat bitter tasted. "You haven't used me as a bait or tool of bargaining."
"I have no purpose here Wesker! Why are you doing this?" she continued, eyes blazing. He stood up, placing his hands on the desk "I want you Claire to have the front seat when my work pays off and my dreams fulfil." He replied dryly.
The Redfield girl in front of him snorted and frowned "The usual answer eh? Well they aren't my dreams, so they hold no interest for me..." She barked and sipped her tea again. "Why should I care?" she finished coldly.
"Because in the end its my work and dreams that change the world, dear heart." He said to her "What little dreams you had don't really matter." Wesker added and closed the laptop, putting it away as he mocked her. How delightful she looked when her eyes widened first and then they were filled with rage. She stood up and the teacup in her hand flew onto floor, pouring its contents onto dark coloured carpet that had probably cost thousands of dollars.
Wesker couldn't help but smirk as Claire slammed her hands onto the desk, opposing him. "How can you talk about the things you do like they are something wonderful? You've taken everything from me, Chris, Steve, all my friends and my dreams. And I had plenty of wonderful dreams; I wanted to be a wife, mother and something to be proud of! " She yelled and pointed him with her index finger accusingly. "And when you die no one will be sorry for you! You will die alone and pity your for that!" She yelled furiously and clutched her chest softly in agony "You were so obsessed at having your stupid revenge on Chris that killing him wasn't enough, you had to take me as some sick living trophy." She spat.
They were both silent. Claire breathed heavily and trembled a bit, she let her gaze fall and her hair cast a soft shadow over her face as she hung her head low.
"You are pathetic" she hissed.
The young woman let out a swift shriek of terror when Wesker suddenly swinged his hand and the work table was sent flying. Claire watched in shock how the table flew a short distance and crashed hard onto the floor with loud bang. With it out of his way her captor started slowly to approach Claire. The young Redfield girl backed away in fear. Wesker's face was as if carved from stone. His expression was stoic making his demonic eyes even more terrifying. Calling Wesker pathetic was like the worst curse word she could come up with.
Claire backed slowly away as Wesker walked steadily yet slowly towards her. She felt fear grip her heart with its icy claws as she stared Wesker into eyes. They were crimson red and glowing slightly, worse than normally, which only meant one thing...that he was angry.
She gasped softly when her back hit the wall and the next thing she knew was that Wesker towered over her and she was trapped between his hands. Wesker, who was a lot taller than Claire lowered his face and whispered against her ear "Fine dear heart, I tell you what I want from you. "
Claire swallowed and pressed herself against the wall when she felt Wesker's left hand move to her arm.
"You…" he said but Claire couldn't believe her ears "What?" She managed to say.
"I want you Claire, from the very first moment I saw you all those years ago."
Claire felt herself start to tremble when the blond tyrant moved his hand up her arm to her neck and caressed it. She couldn't believe this.
"Your spirit, your ideals…. skills…everything, I want to have you, to own you…"He continue ad pressed his mouth against Claire's bare neck, kissing it softly, trailing his lipsalong the thin gold necklace. "Possess you."
Claire shut her eyes tight and wished that this wasn't happening, but it was no use, it was real, too real to escape into her mind.
"I wont love you, ever." Claire hissed and dug her nails into Wesker's arm. The blond man chuckled maliciously and pinned Claire against the wall with his tall muscular body.
"Dear heart, who said anything about love?" He asked and trailed his hand roughly down Claire's body, almost tearing the red dress.
"I know you hate me and that it will never cease, but I promise you…. that in the end you will surrender to me." He said and added, "No matter how long it takes." Wesker finished and leaned in to kiss Claire.
From the very first moment he had seen her? Then…. that meant... All those years ago.
Claire sat behind her brother's work desk. Chris´shift should have ended 30 minutes ago but the infamous captain Wesker had sent him on an assignment to the "Archives" as the S.T.A.R.S members mysteriously called the evidence archives. There was only one rule in S.T.A.R.S apartment considering the Archives.
You never speak of it...
Chris' partner, Jill, had told Claire a nasty story about the archive section of the police department. It was said that one officer got lost in there once and he had not been found 2 days. It was probably only a joke made up by someone like Brad, but the story perhaps held some truth in it since according to Barry the archives were a total mess some times. And now Wesker had sent poor Chris to fetch some papers for him.
Claire didn't notice a growing shadow behind her as she doodled a picture of a big cat onto a clean piece of paper she had found on Chris' messy desk, a rare sight indeed. Honestly she couldn't believe how her brother could work with such a terrible looking desk, all his papers and pens were scattered over the poor table. But the funny thing was, that if someone cleaned his desk, he could not find anything anymore. Her brother called it "organized chaos".
She had arrived the station about 45 minutes ago to meet up with her brother, only to see him storming out of captain Wesker's office angrily. It had been actually quite amusing as he had walked up to her and told her that he had to fetch papers from somewhere, and when Claire had asked where from, Chris had lowered his voice and whispered as quietly as possible "the archives."
Barry and Frost, who were 2 last members still left working that evening, had gasped loudly when they had heard Chris say that feared name.
Now she was left alone in the S.T.A.R.S office, everyone else were gone except for the captain who was working in his private room. She had visited S.T.A.R.S office several times and knew the members of both alpha and bravo team quite well, except for their captain ofcourse who usually just spent all his time working in his private office. He was the worst workaholic she had ever seen. She had never talked to him. It was like Chris had told her.
"Wesker never talks, he just glares and barks orders."
Claire almost jumped up when a rich deep voice asked her "So, you are Chris' sister?"
She swung around and got up to see the infamous S.T.A.R.S captain standing behind her with arms crossed over his chest, studying her from behind his black sun glasses. She could tell why people found him scary and threatening. He was tall and muscular, yet he was quite slim. His blond hair was combed back neatly and his sunglasses added a certain barrier between him and others. Yet, he did not scare her, not after all the horror stories Chris had told her.
"Yes, I'm her." Claire said and stood up straight in front of the captain who was a head taller than she and 20 years older.
"Claire was it?" He asked and cocked his head a bit in curiosity.
"Yes, and you must be the famous captain Wesker." Claire said and looked up into Wesker's eyes, well, into his sunglasses more like.
"Famous? Hardly." Wesker chuckled and Claire smiled, fixing a straw of her rich red hair behind her ear.
"Chris has told much about you." She said, blushing little bit.
"Like vise." came a dry reply.
Claire gave a toothy grin and touched the necklace Chris had given to her as a birthday present couple of years ago, a cheap piece of jewellery with colorful glass, but it was beautiful and held sentimental value.
"Lovely necklace." Wesker muttered and Claire smiled "Thanks, Chris gave it to me as a birthday present few years ago."
Wesker suddenly turned around to see Chris stumble in with a loads of papers in his hands. "Chris." Claire asked confused and grinned when she saw her brother struggling with the papers "Took you long enough, I was fearing that I would have to call a search party for you."
"Yeah, yeah, sorry that it took so long." Chris muttered and his expression turned sour when he saw Wesker talking to his sister. "I see you've met my captain." He noted and walked over to them, handing over the papers to Wesker almost aggressively."Can we leave now, captain?" He asked, trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice, he hated it when Wesker delayed him.
Wesker took the papers uninterested and kept his eyes on Claire all the time. "Thank you Christopher..." He said, not really caring about the younger man. "Claire." He said and nodded before he left for his room, going through the papers quickly.
"He is scary, eh?" Chris muttered to her sister once Wesker's door slammed shut.
"No, I don't think so." Claire said softly and watched how the S.T.A.R.S captain sat down behind his desk and put the papers Chris had fetched aside and picked up a book, starting to read it.
"Well, maybe a little bit.." Claire giggled.
She was terrified and in shock. She could barely understand that Wesker was kissing her roughly.
She didn't know what to do and Claire could feel her legs start to lose their strength, and Wesker noticed this. The blond man supported Claire and put his arms around her. He ended the kiss and moved his head down and kissed Claire's shoulders gently.
She felt ill, this man had killed her brother and hurt her friends in many ways. And now he held her possessively. She closed her eyes trying to escape from this situation but it was no use everything she sensed was Wesker. His scent, the touch of his leather clothing against her skin...his direct touch, his heartbeat. Even the taste in her mouth.
"Only you can fill that one need inside me, Claire. I will take you all the way with me till you will witness the birth of the new world where I will be the god, and you." He said and placed his hand on her stomach "And you will be the queen."
Before Claire could object Wesker stole another kiss from her, this one swift. "What is that you want Claire, tell me. I can give you anything, even that family you so long for."
The young Redfield girl felt mentally and physically ill when she heard Wesker's words. To have a child with him, was there anything more disgusting?
"Chris is dead, your friends think you are dead, there is nothing for you out there Claire." Wesker murmured gently before he took a step back ,releasing her.
Claire was silent for few seconds before she walked up to Wesker and looked up into his eyes. Then her face twisted in rage and she slapped Wesker as hard as she could. Her captor didn't even flinch even though his head turned a bit. The younger Redfield's expression was disgusted "I will never submit to you, and I will never become your whore, Wesker." She growled. "You'll have to force me before I let you touch me in that way!"
Wesker gave her a smug smile " That can be arranged."
"You wouldn't dare." Claire snarled and was about dash in to her room, but Wesker caught her wrist, keeping her from going. "You are mine Claire, remember that. The moment I killed Chris and took you, you belonged to me. Your future, your dreams are the same as mine. "He whispered and leaned in, their faces almost touching "And there is nothing you can do about it."
Claire yanked her hand away and left the livingroom quietly.
Wesker's eyes followed his captive as she left him. Wesker gave a small "hmpf" when he heard the door slam shut. The blond tyrant gazed over to his desk that was flipped around moment ago in his fury and strolled over to it and turned it back. The tea set was shattered on the mat and the hot liquid inside it absorbed.
He had told her his intentions with her, not hiding anything. It was true that he would never expect her to love him no, nor to care, but it really didn't matter to him.
And he didn't care how many years it would take, but he would have her eventually.
And he had all the time in the world once his plans were finished.
...
A week passed and much for Claire's relief, Wesker left her alone, of course she still had to perform Moonlight Sonata every evening, but otherwise Wesker let her be in peace. In fact, they hardly spoke to each other. To Claire it felt strange yet quite welcomed since usually Wesker sought her out whenever she tried to avoid him too much. But now he simply ignored her. For few days it had felt good, but as the week went on, she started to feel lonely since she had no one to talk to, except for Wesker. She hated to admit it, but she actually longed for Wesker's company in a way, as much as she hated that man, he still kept her company.
One evening before Claire was about to play that stupid song to Wesker, she visited her room.
As she closed the door and vent for her wardrobe to pick up fresh clothing she noticed a jewelery box on her table. She didn't have to ques twice to know who it was from. For a moment she thought about forgetting the box and just get her one chore over with and go to bed, but her natural curiosity took over her and she picked up the blue case and opened it. When she saw what the box contained, she felt first furious then ill and for last she felt pure hate and rage. She picked up the necklace the box held inside it and raised it to see if it truly was real. It was just like the one Chris had bought her all those years ago, but this one was made of gold, platinum and white gold. It was filled with diamonds, topazes, rubies, sapphires and emeralds. It must have cost a fortune. For a moment She wished she had Wesker's strength so that she could crush that piece of jewellery into pieces. What kind of game was Wesker playing? She loathed it, she loathed that piece of jewelery that so painfully reminded her of Chris.
Why did he do this to her? Why he had to remind her of Chris' death by his sick twisted gifts?
She left her room trying to do her best to contain her fury inside her. She walked over to the living room just to see Wesker sitting behind his desk as usual, signing some papers. He wore his usual leathery outfit without his coat. He didn't even look up when Claire stormed over to him and slammed the necklace he had given to her onto the desk. "Dear heart " he said calmly and kept working.
"I don't want it." Claire said angrily and crossed her arms over her chest. "If you don't want to wear it, that's your business."came a cold reply.
"Wearing it isn't the point." Claire growled and her eyes were blazing.
Once again she was ignored. And she wouldn't take it anymore.
In moment of her rage Claire swung her hand and all the papers on Wesker's desk flew into air, scattered around them.
"Stop ignoring me!" She yelled and Wesker slowly looked up to her. Molten blue met cold red. Claire picked the necklace up again and shoved it in front of Wesker's face. "Why must you remind me of Chris like this? Why!" She yelled angrily. "What do you gain from it? He is dead! You killed him, you made me watch! Isn't that enough! Don't make me remember what you've done!" Claire continued. Wesker didn't give any kind of reply, he merely stared her, studied her.
Her eyes softened when desperation flooded over her, she couldn't take it anymore. She didn't want to be reminded of Chris this way.
"Why are you doing this?" Claire's voice became weak and felt tears burn her eyes. "You made me watch." She repeated and felt the tears starting to roll down her cheek."You made me watch..." she repeated weakly.
Wesker stood up and walked behind Claire, placing his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face him. He touched her face softly and wiped her tears away. "Why are you so cruel?" Claire asked and didn't resist when Wesker pulled her chin up gently and kissed her. Claire had no idea what was going on, but it felt good. It felt comforting and so she kissed back gently first, but soon their kiss became intense. Wesker pulled her closer to him and she laced her hands onto his chest. It felt good, it took her mind away from all the horrors and pain she had endured. The hands around her were comforting...just like back when he had held her when she had heard that her friends thought her to be dead.
For a moment Claire was just lost in the moment, drinking deeply onto the warmth of Wesker's body and the feeling of his arms around her. ´
He is scary, eh? Claire felt Chris' voice in her mind and she remembered just who she was kissing, and pulled back. She placed her hand on to her lips, what had she done? She had kissed Wesker back willingly.
Claire felt panic grip her heart, what had come over her? Wesker was tempting her, he was manipulating her feelings like he wanted, he was playing with her! She looked up into Wesker's eyes in shock. "Leave me alone." She whispered weakly before she dashed to her room, forgetting all about the Moonlight Sonata she was supposed to play.
Wesker fought the urge to stop her, but he let her go and watched as she dashed to her room. Wesker noted the necklace on the table and picked it up. He had had it made few weeks ago and he had been quite taken by the out come. His memory was flawless and the necklace was exactly like the one Claire had worn the day he had talked to her fist time, this one was just made of real diamonds and jewels, not from glass...He smirked and put it into his pocket, it was his anniversary gift for her.
It had been exactly one year since he had taken her, and he was slowly getting her to submit, this night was a prove of that.
He was getting closer.
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Heya! What did you think? I will..."beept beep" Argh! Chris fangirl alarm! barricade the doors! "Jumps behind a couch with a shotgun" "Random fan girl yells" She killed Chris! kill her!
I wonder if this story has the potential it needs...I liked the first part of this story but Wesker's and Claire's relationship, Im not sure how to make it work. Well Ill figure out something! I blame RE 5's mercenaries on this...playing too much on Wesker kicked me to write this fanfic...Anyways, the M rating is for the next chapter and I will try to write an actual "love" scene between W and C...I fear how that one will turn out...
BTW where the hell is all the Wesker x Claire fanart? I cant seem to find any .
Edit: grammar mistakes! Grammar mistakes!
