The halls of the mansion were tall and dark. Expensive looking art and statues decorated the place. With the stone and tile flooring, their footsteps would've been heard if the owner had decided not to cover most of it with some type of expensive-looking carpet. If it weren't for the dead bodies that were laid out in the main hall or the giant mutated creatures stalking them room for room, maybe she would've considered it beautiful. Maybe.

"So this is almost an exact replica of the mansion back at Raccoon?" Besides the ticking that filled the dining room, Claire's voice was the only other thing that echoed into Chris' ear.

"Yeah pretty much. Same kind of doors, same layout. Hell, the main hall might as well have been ripped out and placed here." Chris looked around the walls and tried to drown out all painful memories that the art and ticking the grandfather clock brought back. He was here to find Spencer and, if he were so lucky, Albert Wesker. His mission required a partner, and as Jill was back home trying to found a new division for the BSAA, his sister, Claire, had undergo training and was accepted into the BSAA. She was now his temporary partner. He repeated these things like his counselor had told him to. He pushed down these thoughts and steadied his breath, ready to move on. Now wasn't the time for another one of his attacks.

"Hey. You okay?" A soft hand settled on his shoulder and he lifted his stare off the ground and into the blue hues of his only remaining relative. "You can take a break, if you need one."

"I'm fine Claire, I'm just...thrown off by this place, you know? I can't believe it's been 8 years." He began walking towards a fire that was lit at the edge of the room and stared into the flame, remembering when the mansion went up in flames.

"Damn. I feel old. It feels like yesterday I was going crazy trying to find where the hell you were." She fixed her hat as she examined the metal slab she had inserted above the fireplace.

"Seeing as I'm older, you don't have much to worry about. Now let's keep moving." He straightened up and continued walking while, putting on a hard face. If he felt he needed to strong with and for anyone, it was his sister.

"Shit. Claire, are you alright?" Chris put his shaky hand up to his ear, hoping to get a response from his sister, who was just at his side 5 minutes ago until the wooden planks collapsed under them.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just lost most of my gear." Panic ran through him as he felt around for his gun, not finding anything. Shit. "...oh my god...Chris…"

"What? Was is it?" He began to move, trying to find his way to her, until she responded.

"Chris, this place stinks and I think I just saw a rat. I still have my gun. But only a few rounds." Chris sighed at her timing, it was never perfect.

"Jesus, Claire, not now. Look, let's just meet up and find a way out of here," He was about to start walking when instead he crouched into the corner at the sound of metal being scraped against the flooded floor. "And Claire. Be careful, there's something bigger than rats down here."

Chris emerged from behind the wall, his arms stinging from all the cranks he had been turning. Claire stood atop of the lump that stuck out from the middle of the collapsed ceiling. In her hand was a triangle, the last one they needed to get out of this place.

"How's the burn?" Chris turned his attention to the bright red spots on her forearm.

"I'm fine, now hurry up before I puke on you."

Soon the Redfield siblings were on dry ground again and the two continued to stumble down halls until they reached a set of double doors. The pair stood at the doors, Claire with one hand on one knob and a gun in the other, she waiting for Chris' sign. If Spencer was anywhere on the location, the big, wooden doors would be their best bet. Chris nodded and they threw open the doors, making their way in. If not for the crumpled figure at Albert Wesker's feet, Claire might've been able to admire the dark beauty of the library. The man looked down at them and for a second she was back on Rockfort island. His red eyes glinted behind his sunglasses as lightning flashed behind him and he descended the stairs. The two Redfields raised their guns and fired.

Wesker immediately went for Chris, throwing a punch that threw him off balance. The next hit would've completely knocked him back if it hadn't been for the knife that embedded itself in his left shoulder. He turned around as he dug the knife out of his back. The small starred engraving was covered in blood and Wesker smirked as he tossed it in the air.

"Ms. Valentine. I didn't expect you to carry such a...sentimental object with you. It's quite unfortunate your life will end at the edge of it."

"Sorry to disappoint you. But she couldn't make it today." Claire smirked up at him, her face peaking out from under the hat. It was the first time since Antarctica that she had seen him. His face was still the deadly, yet beautiful one that haunted her dreams. Within a second, his red eyes brought back fear and all her training she took to be here was gone. She was once again that scared-fresh-out-of-college-girl whose brother had to come to her rescue. But as quickly as it came, the fear was replaced with anger at the memory of Steve. She had to fight. She had to for him.

"If I knew I would be able to kill two Redfields today, I would've prepare something a lot more...special." With a flick of his wrist, Wesker sent the knife flying towards Claire. She bent backwards and managed to flip herself with one arm (a move taught by Jill before she parted on her own duties) and when she was upright again, she didn't have time to register the kick that made her fly back into the larger bookshelves, her spine receiving most of the impact. As she fell to her knees, she felt a gloved hand wrap around her neck and lift her far above ground, her feet no longer touching it.

"I think I'll kill you first. Just to see Chris suffer as he watches as the life drains from your face." Even with the sunglasses, she could see his eyes boring into her. He suddenly let her slip through his finger and she hit the ground. She coughed out, trying to catch her breath and it was until then she heard the bullets ring out from Chris' gun. Her eyes couldn't catch the movements Wesker was making, he was moving just too damn fast. She did manage to catch Chris land a few punches on Wesker, though it seemed to barely affect him. With his palm Wesker struck out at Chris and sent him flying.

"How would you like that, Chris? Watching as your dear sister bleeds out in front of you?" He turned his attention back to Claire. She tried to drag herself away but Wesker quickly stood above her and dropped his foot onto her left shoulder. She let out a scream as he pushed even harder.

"Well, isn't this familiar, Dear heart? However this time, you won't be leaving here alive." Pain surged from her shoulder as she heard a crack and she screamed more as she tried to pry his foot off. His foot came up off her shoulder suddenly and she saw Chris ducking and dodging Wesker's attacks.

There is no way we both are making it out of here, she thought to herself. When she sat up, she saw the moment Wesker grabbed Chris and dragged him across a table and threw him near the large window overlooking the ravine below. She lifted herself to a kneeling position and tried picking herself up. Her entire body was burning and she was one hundred percent sure she was spotted with bruises already.

"Alright Chris, let's finish this." Wesker lifted Chris up by his throat and Claire could start to see the color begin to drain from his face, "I guess you'll be the first Redfield to die tonight. Perhaps the only Redfield, seeing as your lovely sister seems like quite the fighter. Maybe I could use her for something. You never know how certain things change under the right circumstances. Plus, you know I'd do anything to hear a Redfield scream."

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her, you sick son a bitch." Chris spit his last words at Wesker, only causing the blond to smirk in amusement.

"Same old empty threats, Chris. How charming. Now. Let's end this." Claire managed to stand just as she saw Wesker raise his arm, ready to impale her brother.

"No!" She got up and started running, ignoring the pain that ran through her entire body. It was though as everything was going in slow motion. She ran as fast as she could, One foot in front of the other, Claire, you can do this. She didn't think, even for a second as she threw herself at Wesker. She ignored the pain that erupted in her shoulder from the impact. She swore she heard all the bones in her arm shatter as she flew past the window and into the dark space below. Goodbye, Chris. I love you.

As she fell, she looked up at night sky, the stars twinkling and then she was swallowed by a cold darkness and a hot flash of pain at the back of her head rendered her still.

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground

Try this trick and spin it, yeah

Your head will collapse

But there's nothing in it

And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind

How was it that he had managed to lose again? To two Redfields this time. The thought sent hot flashes throughout his body. He would not lose. Not again. As he pulled himself off the cold, damp stone, he cursed himself for not trying to land in the river next to him. He sat himself up and was cracking his jaw back into place when his eyes fell upon a black hat that resided at the edge of the pool of water. Crawling over, he saw bubbles floating up to the surface and a deep red that seemed to sit at the bottom of the bank. His eyes flashed red as he thought to himself, What do we have here? He kneeled at the edge of the bank and thought to himself for a moment before deciding on his next move. He shrugged off his coat and dove into the water.

Within a few seconds, he saw her. Claire Redfield laid at the bottom of the bank. He watched as her loose hair drifted around her pale face. She really was a beauty. Unfortunately, her last name was what kept her so forbidden and rendered her an enemy. Or maybe, it could be that it just saved her life. Wesker swam towards her, grabbed her by the waist and brought her to the surface.

Once on the rocks again, Wesker pushed the blond locks out of his eyes and examined the younger Redfield carefully. He brushed her auburn hair from her face and as he was checking her scalp, her eyes flew open and she gasped for air. She coughed several times before she began to whimper and she grabbed the back of her skull. She pulled her hand away and Wesker saw the blood that stained it. She looked around and finally she acknowledged his presence. She merely squinted at him before her eyes rolled back and she was out cold. Wesker knew that if she was going to live, she needed to be treated quickly. He grabbed his long coat, wrapped her in it and picked her up. Albert Wesker began to walk, his enemy's sister ,asleep, in his arms.

Song- Where is my mind by Yoav

A/N: Sooo this is a new fic. Im starting. I was playing RE5 recently and my mind started with the 'what ifs'. Hopefully you guys like it. i got some ideas I need to get down Stay classy ya'll. ;)