A/N: Welcome to my new story! I'm glad you're actually reading this! So, I plan to make this an eventual Claire/Wesker fic, because I luffs them so much3 Anyhoo, it's only 13 days to my English and Maths prelims, so updates will be slow. Yes slower than already… So anyways, read on…

Summary: She had waited and then waited again so many times, but her moment had never come. Now she has the chance to make a difference, but will it necessarily be for the best?

Pairing(s): Claire/Wesker, Slight-Claire/Leon, Chris/Jill, Sheva/Josh

Timeline: 2 Years Post Kijuju/RE5

Rating: M (language, violence and future chapter stuffs :P)

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, if I did Claire and Wesker would have hooked up a loong time ago!

"Love is like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defence…"-Unknown

Haramu

She jogged down the darkened hallway, sub-consciously checking for her gun and S.T.A.R.S knife on her hip holster. When she rounded the next corner, she came face to face with a large doorway. Exactly what I'm looking for. She thought as she headed towards a small control planner on her left. A small red light was glowing on the panel, and every time she entered the wrong combination, it would turn orange for a couple of seconds. After four unsuccessful tries, she entered the right sequence, the small light turned green and she was allowed access through the doorway.

As the door began to open, she began to hear the voices of the people in the inter-connecting room, and she felt her heartbeat pick up a little. Now's not the time to get excited. You have a job to do. You're going to finish this once and for all. She took a deep breath and stepped into the room just as the others were leaving, through another door at the other end of the room.

"You're not welcome here." She whirled round to see exactly who she was looking for. He stood at the doorway from which she had came, blocking her escape route. She also noted that he was armed, his knife and a handgun.

"Where are the samples?" She enquired, resting her hand on the handle of her knife. He mimicked the movement, except his hand rested on his gun. She stared him down, their eyes searching each others for any signs of remorse at the moves each had made. There was none.

The next few seconds flew by. She drew her knife and ran at him, and he drew his gun and fired. She got to his position and slashed at his arms, attempting to incapacitate him. It seemed he had the same idea, always aiming at her legs or arms. What happened next was inevitable. The rage took her over. She felt the familiar fire burn through her veins, go through every limb and back again, and in a matter of seconds she had him pinned beneath her on the ground. As she raised the knife above her head, she saw his life before her eyes, all those moments that passed between them, every time he'd took her side even when she was wrong, all the secrets they'd kept, the times they'd fought beside one another, the grievances they shared. But none of it mattered.

There was no hesitation as she plunged the knife through his chest, killing him instantly. She had told him before, she'd fight anyone who ever stopped her from doing what was right. As the rage dissipated, she began to return to herself again. And it wasn't pleasant. He lay beneath her and it immediately hit her what had unfolded in the presence of her rage. The blood was, quit literally, on her hands. The thick red substance was dotted all the way up her arms and torso, and her own trickled from where he had burst her lip. She broke down, right there, beside him. Her body was shaking immensely as she sobbed into her hands, kneeling on the cold floor.

"No, it wasn't meant to happen this way… WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?" She heard the click of the gun and she bowed her head down and stood up. She turned around, and raised her arms up, so they were straight out at each side, "Shoot me." She encouraged the attacker further, by stepping forward, out of the shadows, revealing her identity.

"Not you. How-Who-What have you become?" The attacker lowered the weapon and their eyes, only to discover the dead body. The murderer looked apologetic, then fled through the door.

She ran down the corridor from which she had came, unable to get the ghastly images to abandon her fragile mind. She fled through the front doors into the parking lot, clambered into the car, and set off to find him.

He would be proud of her. That much was certain.

A/N: Muahahahaha. Well that was difficult to write without mentioning any names… but if someone guesses who each person is, I has cookies XD I'm excited about this story, it's just feeling… lucky ;D If I gets 10 reviews, I'll have the next chappie up by tomorrow or Monday night. How's that for a good deal, eh? Well until next time… Tata! ;)3