Title- The Soldier's Ballerina
Summary- "Suffer for me." he growled and without hesitation she did. "Bleed for me." he cooed and she bled herself dry. "Kill for me." he whispered and she filled a graveyard. "Jump." he commanded and she did, she leapt from the top, a steady career, the life she'd built and the friend's she'd made all because one man demanded she fall from grace.
Rating-M
Fandom- R.E.
Pairing- Albert Wesker and Gwendolyn Montgomery (My OC)
Author's Note- This is my first Resident Evil fic but I have been meaning to write one for awhile. the story takes place in an AU where Chris and Sheva were able to detain Wesker at the end of 5 rather than killing him. Please let me know what you think.
December 24th 2009
"Tell me, little tin soldier…" Wesker's voice was gravel laced in perfect velvet "Does it hurt?" Through her blurring vision, Gwendolyn could see a sickly smile slither across his ivory lips. A small gasp slipped from her cracked lips as a sharp pain surged through her chest.
All around her, the world was burning to the ground. Bright flames danced toward a sky that was full of black smoke. Albert knelt down beside her quivering body as a car alarms sounded and sirens screamed. His thumb, clad in black leather pulled at her lower lip "For what it's worth, I have to admit...I will miss your companionship."
A hot tear slipped down her cheek as her hazel eyes stared up at her reflection in his onyx colored sunglasses. In her reflections eyes, she could see that she'd fallen far. She'd lost everything. Gwendolyn Montgomery who had once held her baring, who stood tall in the face of the most dangerous man in the world, now she laid there beneath him...trembling...too weak to cry out for help.
This man was an enigma. In all of his arrogance Gwendolyn managed to find grace, strength and endurance. Every move he made was a dance, something beautiful and wild to behold. A man who held so much presence was not what he seemed. Albert Wesker was so much more.
Ivory lips crushed hers as a forceful hand held her head in place. His fingers slipped away and her limbs went numb. The heavy smoke burned her eyes as he turned his back and began walking away. "No…" she whimpered as blood spilled from her lips.
She'd betrayed her friends. All she ever knew was no more. Gwendolyn was a shell and her voice that had always been so powerful was trapped deep inside her burning throat. He was everything, the trickster, the reason, the ballerina.