Heartless Love

Friendly Fiend

How does a man with no heart love?

19 year old Claire Redfield was going to see her brother as he had just got off his shift at the RPD. College had been dull so seeing him made her that little bit happier. She saw an exhausted Jill leaving the building and gave her a hug. Jill was one of her best friends after all. She waved to the receptionist and practically skipped into the corridor. Then she heard Chris' voice, and he sounded distressed and angry:

"What? Fucking hell, argh!"

Barry's voice quickly came after his and tried to calm him down.

"Chris calm down. Claire will be here soon". Barry really was like a Father figure to her and Chris.

"Shit, Claire, I forgot she was coming here. I'll have to cancel. I hate doing it but that bastard is getting what it coming to him".

Then another voice, one she had never heard before. She craned her ear closer to the velveteen British voice:

"Christopher Redfield, calm down. I do not like this situation either. But swearing and threats will not sort anything out. I will ensure that he is fired right now".

That voice made her quiver, who was that? She ran outside and came back in, so it looked like she had only just arrived. She then saw the owner of that silky smooth voice.

"Oh erm, hi! You must be Chris' boss, er I think". She couldn't think with him looking at her, her brain turned to mush.

"I am, and you are Claire? Redfield's sister". Wesker held out his hand and Claire shook it. She regained some of her composure.

"I am. It feels a little tense in here, should I go? I don't want to impose". She became frightened, something about him told her brain to run.

"You are not imposing at all. An incident occurred and Chris did not take it well. Neither did I or anyone else in here for that matter. He seems to think that only he is bothered by what happened".

"Ah ok. I'd better go. I'll text Chris when I get home". She looked at her watch. "Ugh, well it looks like I am walking home. Nice meeting you Captain". And with that she waved and turned only to have him an inch away from her shoulder.

"Walk? You are not walking home. I know your district is over an hour's walk from here. I'll take you home if you'd like". His voice in her ear made her squirm. What is he, like 38? Although...no Claire come on, he is kinda old.

"Yeah, thanks!" She beamed and her thoughts of him being old vanished as soon as she got a proper look at him. Tall, fairly well built, nice sculpted face, very sexy voice. Actually, he is damn hot. Nah, he is not single, no way. No way is that Adonis single. Her brain did flips.

Wesker held the door open for her of his shiny black BMW. I think he likes the colour black. Claire laughed internally. No doubt it was a beautiful car though. She arrived home soon after and thanked him. She offered him to come in and have a coffee but he declined.

She walked to her door and Wesker paused.

"Not yet dearheart". He mused.

2 years later

Claire was now living with her boyfriend. The Arklay Mansion incident, the death of Chris' colleagues and her friends, and finding out that Wesker worked for Umbrella and brought them there to their untimely deaths hit her hard. She couldn't imagine Chris and Jill' agony. She tried to comfort them but it didn't stop their waterfall tears, even Chris cried, and he never cried. And now their home, Raccoon City was gone, nuclear blasted into a billion pieces. She had ran for her life with Leon S Kennedy, a Policeman and his first day on the job too. They ran from hoards of zombies barely got out alive with young Sherry Birkin.

Wesker was dead, killed by a Tyrant apparently. Ironic really considering he himself was a Tyrant. Thankfully it was all over, no more outbreaks. But so many losses, so much death and destruction Claire hugged Chris and Jill for ages, all promised to stay strong for each other. Claire left his house and drove back home.

She put the key in the lock and she suddenly felt cold, freezing air seemed to rush through her bones.

"Hello dearheart". That voice, sinful.

"Wesker?! You're dead, wha, what the fuck is going on?" Claire's front door was slammed shut and she was back-handed and flung across her living room.

"Dearheart, swearing is disgusting. And a sin from your lips".

"Ow, that really hurt. I am dreaming, I'll wake up soon". She pinched her arm hard and closed her eyes. She opened them and the Tyrant was still there, a despicable smile on his face.

"You probably wish to know why I am here. Well Claire, I see you clearly do not like me".

"Like you? How the hell do I like someone who butchered his own team, then lead another team to their deaths? You disgusting pig. And I will swear all I want you fucker. I am glad you died. Leave now!" Claire wanted to lash out, hit him again and again.

Wesker just walked to her frightened form and picked her up by her neck. "What did you call me? You should watch your tongue Claire, I could tear you apart if I wanted too".

"You heard me, you fucker. Go ahead, kill me. It could hurt Chris, and I know you hate him, so killing me should be a good way to get at him". Claire knew death was staring her in the face. At 21 she should want to live, enjoy life, but she knew it could ball be over in a matter of seconds.

"Dearheart stop. I am warning you again, only this chance now. One more derogatory word from you and I will hurt you". His voice, a vice like strength tightening against Claire's ear.

"Fuck you, you murderous, vain, compulsive bastard. Go to hell!".

"Fine dearheart, but you are coming with me". He threw her against the wall furthest from them. Her body smacked the wall, her head taking the full impact. Her nose began to bleed. She turned onto her side and let the blood run down, some dripping onto her top. Her body convulsed, her vision went black. She began to feel nauseous.

A pang of guilt hit Wesker full force. Had he just killed his dearheart? Yes she insulted him, but he let it get to him? He never did that. He always remained in control.

Just what was Claire doing to him?

"Claire, all I wanted was to tell you that I love you. But you brought this on yourself. Claire?" Now concern filled his voice.

"Love me? Ugh...you, you're evil". She could see again though not clearly. Tears made her vision blurry. "Please, either go or kill me. I can't stand this pain. I don't want to die in pain". Her sobs hurt her body, but she couldn't stop them.

He knew he had do something. He couldn't lose her, especially to his own foolish hands. He took hold of her gently and rushed her to the hospital. He took one last look at her before the staff rushed her to the operating theater Her deep blue eyes were losing their brilliance. He told the staff that he found her at the bottom of the stairs in that state and that he was a concerned friend. The doctor told him she was unlikely to survive the night. Her chances of survival were 10% at best.

Her head was badly concussed, a bone in her nose broken. Blood loss had made her as pale as snow. Her seizures came again and again and then...

The machine buzzed it's deadly continuous sound. Claire was losing her grip on her life and Wesker actually choked.