Hello and welcome to my very first english written fanfiction! I'm so happy that you decided to check my story out. Bless you!
Well, lately I've been reading so many Wesker x Claire fanfictions and I'm so addicted, I need more. So I decided to write my own.
This story has three parts, 3 chapters so to say, so it's rather short. It's kinda new for me to write in an other language then my own, so please have mercy! Nevertheless have fun with the story I wrote. While I wrote this part, I listened a lot to Marina + the diamonds "Fear + Loathing", I highly recommend it!
Now enough talk and enjoy my first piece: Fear & Loathing
PART I: FEAR & LOATHING
To Claire Redfield, this party didn't make any sense. Standing in the corner of the main hall of the hotel the party took place, she took a generous sip of her cold champagne. It was her forth glass already and she did not have in mind to slow down.
Looking around, she saw her co-workers, dressed to impress with their over expensive suits, glamorous dresses and ridiculously high heels. It felt weird seeing them dressed like this, talking to the people who invested their money for the company she worked for: TerraSave.
Claire knew, that their company depended on investors. 'However do we really need to organize this ball to show our investors how thankful we are that they're spending their money on TerraSave?' She thought bitterly and sighed. She made her way to the bar, trying not to fall with the shoes she was wearing.
"Another glass of champagne, please." She said, putting her empty glass on the counter. The bartender nodded and prepared her new glass. The TerraSave – member looked above the bartender, where a TV was placed. The news were showing new footage of the new outbreak in Hamburg, Germany.
Claire sighed, she was suppose to help those people out there, not sitting here, dressed up with uncomfortable high-heels and dress and kissing the ass of old men, thanking them for their money.
It was too much for her, being here while the world suffered. She saw people dancing, laughing and having a good time. She had to leave. With a new-filled champagne glass, Claire left the main hall and went outside to the garden maze of the hotel, hoping she would find peace for a while.
„What the hell am I even doing here?", she muttered to herself, distancing herself from her co-workers and guests, making her way inside the maze.
'I hope I'll find my way back', she thought to herself. 'Well maybe it's better to be stuck here than hanging out with those arrogant pricks who think they can solve the worlds problem with their money.' She rolled her eyes, went deeper into the maze. The voices in the hall were barely audible and volume of the music was bearable for once. The younger Redfield sibling wasn't quite fond of Jazz music. She rather had her rock music blasting.
Her High-Heels sunk into the wet woods, every step pure torture. All she wanted was a quiet place to sit and rest her feet, that were trapped in those horrendous heels.
'Never again.', she swore to herself. 'Never again will I join those stupid benefit-balls. I did not sign for this.'
After walking a while through the maze, Claire found the center of the beautiful made garden maze from the hotel. A small pond was in the middle, decorated nicely. There were several benches. 'Empty Benches!', thought Claire happily. She went to sit down on the bench, near the pond.
"Finally!", she exclaimed happily and she slipped of her torturous high heels and rubbed her sore feet with her hands. Here she was all alone, no one to bother her with stupid questions or stupid music.
Claire took out her phone, checking if she received any new messages or e-mails from her brother and her friends. But it seemed no one was willing to answer.
'They all seem busy.' She let out a sad sigh, putting her phone back in her purse, admiring the view in front of her. The pond was filled with water lilies. All around the pond were growing several types of flowers. The moon lit on the flowers, making the scenery even more magnificent. The sky was filled with stars, which Claire rarely saw. Living in a big city, she wasn't used to see so many stars in the sky. It was a beautiful sight.
For a moment she stopped thinking of all the problems she had. She forgot the fact, that no one of her friends talked to her anymore. She forgot the fact that the worlds was starting to get worse day after day and she was not able to help the way she wanted to. She forgot how lonely and depressive she actually was. For a single moment, she was happy.
But it was about to change.
She heard footsteps coming closer and closer, from the other side of the maze, however she didn't mind as long she wouldn't be bothered. Leaning on the bench, she took a small sip of her champagne, admiring the reflection of the moon on the water, not caring who the intruder was. She closed her eyes, enjoying the peace and quiet... if only she could stay like this forever.
"It's been a long time, dear heart." Claire's eyes opened wide... her glass of champagne fell.
'That voice... No, it cannot be!', she thought. Her head turned to the direction of the voice and she froze.
'No.'
He chuckled. "I guess, I do have that effect on people."
"No...", she stared at him with wide eyes. "I'm imagining this. It's all in my head."
Albert Wesker stepped a bit forward to his nemesis sister and shook his head.
"As far as I'm pleased to hear to be part of your daydreams, Miss Redfield, I'm afraid to say that this is not an imagination. I'm real.", he answered.
She stood up, walked a few steps back, forgetting her high-heels near the pond. She did not mind at this point.
"You're suppose to be dead! My brother, he killed you!", she exclaimed hysterically, shaking uncontrollably. This had to be a nightmare.
He smirked, now standing in front of the bench she was sitting just a few seconds ago. The moonlight shone on him. There he was, wearing his trademark sunglasses and an over expensive black suit. Albert Wesker was here and alive and not even 3 meters away from a shocked Claire Redfield.
"It takes more than two rocket launchers straight to a face and hot lava to kill a god, Miss Redfield.", he answered monotonously, taking place on Claire's bench. He patted the seat next to him.
"Why don't you sit next to me, dear heart? It's been a long time. We have a lot of catchíng up to do."
Claire snorted. How dare he?
"Why the fuck are you even here? What are you planning this time, Wesker." Her voice like venom.
"Are you here to kill me for once and all? And all those innocent people. As if you hadn't enough!" Her voice loud and clear. Wesker rolled his eyes and turned his head to her. Claire saw some scars on the blonde mans face that she never saw before. What happened to him?
"Would you relax, Miss Redfield?", he said annoyed. "I'm not here to sabotage your party nor to kill you." He chuckled. "If I wanted to kill you, I made sure your brother saw this. But you're lucky, he is not here. You have me in a good mood, dear heart and if I were you, I would make sure to not destroy that... unless you really want to die. Chris wouldn't be happy to find out that I killed his little sister."
Claire stared at him, not moving at all. It was quiet again and for a moment she enjoyed the silence.
"He wouldn't care.", she said quietly to herself and Wesker raised his eyebrow. Claire just shook her head and sat next to the enemy.
She stared at the pond, hands covering her mouth. She couldn't believe what was happening.
"A wise decision, dear heart. You always were the smarter Redfield."
Claire buried her face in her palms.
"I must be drunk.", she said. Wesker let out a small laugh, quite unusual from him.
"This is still real, dear heart."
Silence.
From her corner of her eyes she saw Wesker glazing up to the moon. He seemed so surreal. Nothing from the Wesker she knew before, but somehow.. he was the same bastard she knew.
"Why are you here?", she asked, facing him. Her bright blue eyes staring at his scars.
"To enjoy the view, dear heart.", he said and turned to face her.
'You gotta admit, Claire, he is a hottie... Wait I did not just think that! Jesus, I really should stop drinking. This is Wesker, for fucks sake!'
"I'm serious. Why are you here near TerraSave? We are not your kind of business." Wesker just smirked. "Dear heart, you have no idea what kind of business I have with organizations like yours."
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"Don't worry, I'm not here for TerraSave. The whole world thinks I'm dead, Miss Redfield. I would like to keep it that way."
"I could prove them wrong." She said, giving him a daring look.
"By going back to that party, telling your boss that you saw me? With what proof, dear heart? He might think you are imagining things."
'Fuck, he has got a point.', she thought. 'Well I guess I'm stuck in this situation.'
"I'm not here to harm you, Miss Redfield.", he stated.
"How can I be sure that you really mean it, Wesker?"
"You're still alive, aren't you?" She sighed, nodded. Looking down, she saw the glass shreds of her champagne glass, wishing she had a new one.
"I apologize for scaring you like that, dear heart. I'm afraid I have no champagne with me." She let out a small smile.
"And here I thought you had everything planned." Wesker let out a small chuckle. Claire opened her purse, took out the small bottle of Vodka she had prepared. She knew that this night was going to be a torture so she might as well made herself comfortable in hell. Opening the cab, she took a good sip of the Vodka. Wesker raised his eyebrow as he saw the younger Redfield drinking.
"Want some?", she giggled and Wesker just shook his head.
"What happened to you, dear heart?" Claire just shook her shoulders, swinging her legs back and worth.
'What the hell is wrong with me? I'm getting drunk next to my nemesis and I don't mind at all. Chris is going to kill me if he finds out... Well, he doesn't have to know. Nobody has to know. I'm lonely and bored. I don't want to go back to that stupid party nor do I want to piss of Wesker and end up dead. I should use advantage of his good mood, getting to know him better... God, Red this sounds ridiculous.'
"So I guess you're hiding?", she asked quietly, not facing him and avoiding his questions.
"You could say that. So curious, dear heart."
"Well you got to admit this situation is kinda strange. We suppose to hate each other."
"Don't you hate me, dear heart?", Wesker asked curious.
'I should hate him. I have to, he's the enemy.'
"What you have done is unforgivable, there is no point of denying that." She said in a cold voice.
"Thanks to you, I have to make sure that people stay save. I've become a rescuer... well I try to be one, however this world we live in is so rotten... I don't know if we could save it. Save all of us."
She felt Wesker coming closer, taking his sunglasses of and she saw those golden eyes of his.
'Beautiful', admitted Claire in her mind.
"You are smarter than I thought, Claire."
The way he said her name was too good to be true. She swallowed. ' Don't get distracted.'
"What makes you say that?"
"You're right. What I have done to people with the help of Umbrella and the others... I am no saint. My line of work is dirty... or was dirty. I'm kind of restraining myself lately.", he let a small chuckle. "I regret some things, some thing I don't. I admit that, however my plans have not change."
"Destroying our worlds even more?"
Wesker shook his head.
"I'm not destroying the world, dear heart. I'm saving it. Unfortunately your brother did not understand that." Claire stared at him, wanting him to continue.
"You even said it yourself, my dear. The worlds gets worse every day. New bio-terrorism attacks, new viruses and the cure is always a bit too late. Tell me, Claire. You try to save the world every day. You work for this company for what?"
"To save people.", she said clearly.
"You can't save people from something so destructive. You realized this, didn't you?" Claire didn't answer. She turned away until she felt Weskers hand under her chin, turning her face to him.
"I try to save the worlds by making the superior ones survive."
"And the other ones are just left to die?!", she answered loudly, tears threaten to fall down. She felt weak, so weak.
"If they don't die in the end, we all will.", he answered. Claire closed her eyes, felt the tears streaming down her face.
"You and I, dear heart know this. Don't deny, I can see it in your eyes. Your doubts.", he whispered, still not letting her go.
Claire felt his lips kissing the tears away, for a moment she stopped breathing.
'I can't help feeling like this.'
"Why are you doing this?", she whispered, looking into his golden eyes, losing herself.
"Dear heart, a lot has changed.", he stated, admiring her face lit by the moonlight. Perfection.
"You have changed, dear heart."
Claire swallowed. She tried to deny it, however she knew it was for no use. He was right she changed. In his eyes, she was smart, she knew what was about to come... but she had hope. Or so she pretended... What could she do to prevent this? Nobody understood her and she felt rejected by her loved ones. She is losing her hope day after day... It would be a matter of time until she complete lost it... Claire knew this and it scared her.
"Things change.", she answered, lowering her gaze, trying to avoid his eyes. She felt ashamed for falling for the enemy. She was suppose to hate him...
"But why can't I?", she said softly to herself.
"What can't you do, dear heart." He whispered into her ear. Claire took a deep breath and shook her head.
"Stop it.", she said and stood up. Her feet slipped back to the torturous high heels and she started to move away from him.
Wesker stopped her by holding on her wrist, pulling her to him, way too close for Claire's liking. She could smell his cologne, his smell was intoxicating.
"And where do you think you're going?", he said in a low, dangerous tone, not letting her wrist go.
"Stop... it.", she stuttered as she stared into his eyes. "Before I lose it."
"You and I know what is to come, Claire. Don't pretend otherwise."
"But...", she whimpered. "I can't just give up like that."
"Why... Will Chris and your friends be disappointed?" He answered coldly.
"They don't care." 'There I said it.'
"They don't care if I'm alive of dead."
She still felt Wesker's hand on her wrist. It felt warm. She liked his touch.
"We could rule the world together, dear heart." She laughed.
"How can you trust me so easily, Wesker? You don't know me.", she said bitterly.
"You are mistaken, Claire. I know you better than everyone else." She wanted to protest until she felt his lips on hers.
Her head was spinning. She felt his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She was burning. She felt so alive, like she never was before. He kissed her with such need and passion, she wanted more. She returned his kiss, giving him everything she had. Her arm wrapped around his neck. She felt how he lifted her with his strength, her feet dangling in the air. His lips on hers.
'Oh god, this is bad... but this is so good. More, I need more. I can't stop.'
She felt the ground again, their lips parted ways for a moment.
"No...", she whispered. "Don't stop." She felt so desperate for him. She needed him like she needed air. Never had she felt so desperate. She knew how bad this situation was but that was the last thought. Right now she needed more from that man named Albert Wesker.
"I wasn't going to stop, dear heart.", he said as he claimed her lips once more. She moaned into his kiss, pulling softly on his hair. He pulled her as close as possible, ravishing her lips, holding her possessively.
Suddenly, footsteps came closer to their direction. Wesker let go of Claire.
"Miss Redfield, are you there?" The voice of her boss. Claire just stared at Wesker, suddenly realizing what she really had done: having a hot make up session with the enemy and not regretting it at all.
Wesker looked at her, his eyes looking so softly at her. His fingers touching her swollen lips. She looked so beautiful.
"I guess it's time for me to go, dear heart. We meet again." He said. Claire wanted to protest, but before she could have said anything, he vanished with super human speed.
Claire Redfield stood alone in the quiet pond, looking lost and confused. She felt her body shaking, her tears close to burst out.
'What have I done?'
Things will never be the same.~
END OF PART I
Phew, that was it, folks! The first part. I hope I aroused your curiousity :D
Well, I have to admit I had lots of fun writing that part, even though it was quite the struggle writing in english, but I do love a challenge!
I know, the characters are somehow OOC, need to improve on that a bit.
Still, let me know how you like it! I'm really curious of what you think? Did you like the plot, is the language okay? What could I do to improve myself? Please le me know! feed me with reviews hrrrrr
Thank you so much for reading anyway! I hope we see each other in Part II: GODS AND MONSTER
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