Cat and Mouse

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil nor any of the characters except Leah/Bella, Alexander, and Bentley and blah blah blah...

Sorry it took so long to post T.T I have no excuses really. There are no excuses for my lagging in writing... I hope all these pages I wrote makes up for it. I have no clue what to do for the plot XD I have the beginning and ending in my mind perfectly but the in between part is where I'm having issues. So, like, bear with me :D I'm starting to get an idea with what I want to do but, it's still "under construction".

Intentions that were pure, have turned obscure. ~Angels Cry (Red Jumpsuit Apparatus)

~Two Years Later~

Alexander – 4 years

Bella – 24 years

In the shadows of a large stately manor, stood a master of the shadows himself. Draped in full black, he radiated pride and power. He stalked through the house, careful not to disturb any of the manor's occupants. On the floor, a small light brown haired boy played with a fire truck clueless to the man's presence. On a couch, not too far away from the young child, a woman sat a laptop drumming at the keyboard quickly, every so often she would stop and he would catch her scanning the screen, perhaps even finding what she was looking for and reading it. He noted the only sound being that of the click of the woman typing and the small child "vrooming" his car around the room.

The hour was late, not exactly late to him; but he assured himself that for a child this age it was late. A child should not be up this late, he considered. Instead, he deemed her to be irresponsible, not even watching the child play to insure he didn't hurt himself, not even scolding him for playing around a few relics that was surely expensive, he scowled, and not even putting this child to sleep at a decent hour.

'Odd,' he thought, 'I don't remember her being so careless and irresponsible.'

He continued to watch her, taking in her posture. The way her legs were tucked under her Indian style. How she had herself wrapped in a large navy blue blanket that seemingly dwarfed her into a small being, considering she was short as it is, it only proved to amuse him. Every so often she would shiver from the cold and with each breath she released, he noted that a plume of white that puffed out. He smirked, to her human form, this room was freezing.

Eying the kid once more he realized, this child. No wonder he emitted such a weird feeling, the boy was seemingly unaffected by the dramatic temperature drop and he was sure that the aura he emitted was that of an infected one. He mentally chuckled, so his sources weren't lying. 'Good,' he decided, 'that means grabbing her and going won't be as difficult as it previously would have been. Now, to test her sense of self-righteousness.'

With a cruel smile gracing his lips, he stepped out of the shadows.

A sharp gasp came from the child and he jumped up quickly with a high pitched scream of, "WESKER!" before running at him.

'Yes, he is JUST like Chris," Wesker laughed amused. With a flick of his wrist he threw the child back, only causing him to slam into a wall with a loud crunch.

He saw her then, jumping up with a furious expression on her face. He felt as if a blade of nostalgia sliced through his heart then, it had been years. Years since he last saw that expression, so many years since he saw any of that desperate compassion she held towards people. He remembered how she used to be so passionate about people, always insisting on helping them. He tuned himself back in, hoping to catch her voice, and he didn't have to wait long before he got what he wanted. She still had that passionate angry voice she used to have. "What're you doing?" She cried.

He smirked as his eyes scanned her form. He noticed her hair was now a light brown that fell to the middle of her back. She wore a tight black spaghetti strapped shirt that rode up to reveal a nicely toned mid-drift. Her shirt hugged her chest perfectly, causing him to lick his lips in a perverted manner. He reigned his thoughts in and continued his sizing up of her. She also wore tight black pants that seemed as if they couldn't decide if they wanted to go to her ankles or knees, so they sat at the junction between it.

~Leah's POV~

I was furious, how dare this man come into my house, err, actually it was Chris's and Jill's house but regardless; how dare he harm Alexander! I stepped forward annoyed, he just doesn't know who he's messing with. I'll teach him!

"I asked a question." I furiously commanded. I watched as his eyes danced with amusement.

"Get out!" I suddenly ordered again, angry that he dared to give me such a mocking look.

His eyes slid over to Alexander once more as he formed a twisted smirk, "How flattering, sweet cheeks. You tried to imitate me."

It wasn't much of a question, more like a statement. A statement though, would require that he be sure that I infected Alex. And he didn't seem to be the type of guy that would loosely throw accusations around without knowing the truth. Therefore, he must know. How he knew, I had no clue, but I was going to do what I did best: deny, deny, deny.

I broke away from my thoughts as Wesker started walking towards him.

"Stay away from him!" I whispered angrily.

He sneered as he watched me step towards him. But, he stopped his advancements on Alex and instead turned his attention to me. After a few moments of him just staring at me with a calm and collected gaze and mine filled with fiery anger, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a syringe, holding it up for me to see. I saw the fluid within the needle was green and I wondered what it was briefly.

"He is unstable," was the answer he provided to me and my unasked question. I frowned, so not only did he know Alex was infected, but he also knew he was going to mutate. How?

"Why?"

"Why not?" He parried in response.

"Because, you don't exactly strike me as the type of guy that just does things out of the 'kindness' of his heart." I sneered at him, "Giving that you even have kindness in your heart. Much less a heart."

I could have sworn I heard a deep laughter rumble from his chest, "Fair enough."

'She's smart,' he thought. 'For now I suppose I must determine if that is a good thing or a bad one.'

He lifted his lip up in another sneer.

"Very well. If you insist, I will name my price." With a slight narrow of his eyes he questioned, "What are you willing to give?"

I raised my eyebrow confused, 'a choice?' "Does it matter? You'll just take what you want in the end anyways."

He laughed amused, "I suppose you caught me." I saw him twitch lightly and a dark smirk adorned his features, "Why don't we ask Chris and Jill then?"

I heard the door creak open and shortly after that two voices speaking to one another joyfully was heard. My face dropped in horror as I mentally panicked. 'No! They're not supposed to be back until tomorrow. How am I supposed to explain this to them?'

"Bella?" Alexander? We're home. The mission went by easily, Wesker wasn't even there to-"

The rest of his statement cut off as he saw Wesker standing in his living room. I'm pretty sure just the sight of him is enough to stop anyone in the tracks, much less seeing him in their house, with their son.

"Wesker!" He growled, his face turning red from anger.

"Aah. Hello Chris. Jill. What a coincidence. We were just talking about you." He laughed.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Chris growled.

"Perhaps you should ask that question to Bella. I wouldn't be here if she didn't keep hacking into my server and stealing my work. I wouldn't be here if she didn't try to copy me. I'm only here for Bella." With that, his eyes drilled into me with a cruel smile taking over his entire face, "Or should I say Leah? I'm unsure which I would rather call you. Maybe you should tell us what your real name is so we can just stop all this confusion and lies?"

My eyes widened frightenedly, 'How did he know my name? My REAL name?'

Chris narrowed his eyes, distrust clearly written in them, "What's he talking about Bella?"

I gave off a high-pitched, nervous laughter, "I... I don't know."

Wesker followed with a laugh of his own, "Reduced to lying are we sweet cheeks?"

"No matter," he continued, "I offer this-" he raised his hand, showing the syringe, "in exchange for... something..." He smirked once more, cruelly, as he glanced at me again before offering a hand in my direction. "I can take care of this... mutation for you." He suggested. "But you must come with me."

"What are you talking about? Mutation? Bella, what does he mean by mutation?" Urged Chris impatiently.

"What's wrong with our son?" Clarified Jill in a worried tone.

"N-Nothing's wrong with Alexander." I stuttered.

Wesker smirked, "Your dearest son Christopher, was meant to die. I bet you wouldn't believe that Leah over here was working on something. Hacking into Umbrella's files and training herself as a biochemist, under your OWN roof. Your son was a guinea pig, Christopher. I must say, I'm slightly proud of her. Not an ounce of training on deciphering codes and chemicals, yet she was able to create a semi-successful version of me. Such a shame you didn't know my codes had their own codes within them. I bet you didn't think of that Leah. Tsk, tsk Leah." He scolded with a smirk and superior tone in his voice.

I scowled, 'Asshole.'

"Now that you and Jill are up to date Chris. Let me continue my proposition. Lea-"

"That won't be necessary, we don't want it." Spoke Chris in a finalized tone. "We'll fix Alexander without your help."

Wesker laughed, "You know, I might have accepted that response IF I had been asking you to begin with."

"He's my son, so I have a say so too. We don't WANT your help."

"Tsk Tsk Christopher, wanting and needing are two separate things. Now, stop being so rude and interrupting Leah's and my conversation. Surely your mother must have taught you better than that, oh... wait... how could I forget the demise of your weak human parents." He looked at me once again, ignoring Chris as his jaw clenched angrily at the mentioning of his parents' death, "What is your choice, sweet cheeks?"

I looked at him; thinking, deciding, unsure of what to do or say.

I heard Chris in the background attempting to discourage me from Wesker's proposition and cursing him for his words against his parents, Wesker wearing his trademark smirk casually, and Alexander still sat slumped against the wall, staring up at me with his wide, innocent eyes.

My eyes remained on Wesker's outstretched hand the whole time. Horrified, I watched as my hand began to slowly reach out to Wesker's; impatiently, he closed the distance, grasping a firm grip on me, he pulled me towards him causing me to slam into his chest roughly. He nodded in a finalized attitude. "Good." A man seemingly materialized next to him as he handed the syringe to him. "Administer it to the boy. We'll be waiting in the car, so hurry." He commanded before dragging me off.

"Stop!" I cried, resisting to go with him. "I don't trust you! I want to see and make sure you do as you promised!" I shouted.

He glanced over at me and once again, I found myself being reflected in his tinted sunglasses. "Well sweet cheeks, it seems relationships are built on trust. Looks like you're just gonna have to start trusting me." He responded cruelly.

He pulled into the car and closed the door after climbing in himself. He started it and seconds later, we were pulling away from the house swiftly.

"What're you doing?" I screamed loudly.

"Leaving," he replied neutrally.

"What about that guy? You promised we'd wait for him!"

He laughed amused by my comment, "Look sweet cheeks, you'll soon learn that a promise requires my word. I swear my word to no one. Would you care to know why? Because that would mean I'd have to fulfill it. Like hell I'll be under the command of someone." He chuckled once more. "Just remember this Leah, as long as you are of use to me, then your position by my side shall be preserved and secure. Anger me and prove yourself useless and you will soon find how cruel I can really be."

"I don't want to be by your side," I bitterly replied. "And stop calling me Leah."

He quirked an eyebrow in response, but did not speak for a few moments.

"I do not care what you want. If I did, I'd ask you, but I do not recall asking nor do I care if I did."

I opened my mouth to retaliate, but found myself interrupted as the ground began to shift and rumble harshly. I looked behind us in an attempt to find out where the source of this movement was coming from and caught sight of a large, tentacle beast shoot out of Chris's and Jill's home with an earsplitting scream.

I gasped, "What. The. Fuck. is. THAT?" I enunciated each word as if it were it's own sentence. Only showing to stress how shocked I was by this beast.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him sneer.

My eyes flashed angrily as realization hit me, "What did you do? You promised you'd help his mutation!"

He chuckled coldly, "Is that not what I did?"

I howled and launched myself at him, "You bastard!" I screeched.

He lifted a hand, catching me casually before I could jump on him and do damage. Quickly, I felt a prick on my neck and my world went black. It stayed like that for what felt like forever. However, it wasn't forever, no matter how much I would have liked it to have been.

When I first stirred from my slumber, I refused to open my eyes and was forced to use my sense of smell and touch. I felt around on something soft and the smell was fresh. A cloth was draped around me to keep me warm, and pressing it to my face, I found that it smelled just as fresh as the cushions I lay on. Except, there was more than just a fresh smell, another one I could not identify. It smelled slightly musky, like a man. I recognized it slightly, but couldn't put a true name to it, however, the only name I could put on it would be the 'Wesker' smell. I remembered the smell had came from him and that was my only way to identify it.

My reluctance to fully awaken grew as I woke up more, soon, I realized I was starving, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to deal with Wesker just yet. So, I just kept pretending. I don't think it's possible to ever be ready to deal with Wesker.

I found myself embarrassed as my stomach growled loudly at that moment and I cursed my human necessities for the first time in many years.

A few minutes passed and a few loud rumbles later, I heard a silky voice speak as if it was right in my ear, and I could have sworn I even felt my neck and ear become tickled by his breath, "You may stop your acting now Leah."

I scowled, unhappy to hear this accursed voice once more.

"Go away," I groaned resentfully.

I felt a nudge and found myself shrinking away from his touch. He sighed and I could hear his patience snap.

"Let's go," he said, grabbing my arm roughly in his large hand and pulled me out of bed quickly.

I scowled as he led me through bland white corridors.

"I can walk on my own you know."

He sneered sarcastically, "You sure?"

"Let me go." I bitterly stated.

"No."

We walked in a tense silence. More like he dragged me along. Finally, the narrow halls broke out to reveal a large, stately dining room. He pushed me harshly into a chair without so much as a flick of his wrist and took his seat acrossed from me.

Men appeared then, dressed in their finest to serve us. I heard Wesker demand our order rather rudely and they swiftly disappeared through the door they came in.

I scowled, "I could order for myself you know. I am twenty-four years old."

Instead of remarking, he glanced over in my direction with mild interest, "If you keep scowling like that your pretty face will freeze."

I slammed my fist on the table, "Shut up!"

His eyes tightened but he said nothing. The food came out and he ate in silence. When he finished, he looked up at me and my untouched plate.

"Eat."

"No." I defiantly stated.

He set his fork down and calmly stood. The only way one could tell he was angry was by how his normally yellow-orange cat eyes flared a brilliant crimson. He stood before me and growled, "Then starve." He yanked me from my seat to drag me back down the halls.

It stayed like that for a while, him dragging me along in a bruising grip, no words spoken, and nobody crossed our path.

Until we saw him that is. We had crossed a small sector that strangely resembled a home. I thought it weird that such a cruel man could own such a heart warming place.

I frowned, catching sight of a small blond. He was short and had such a shade of platinum blond hair. When his gaze met mine, I saw the blue-est eyes watching me. He was cute and averaged the tender age of eight, maybe nine.

He stood there for a few moments, standing in our way to prevent our advancements unconsciously. I looked at him confused at how identical the two were.

His crystal blue eyes suddenly swelled with tears unexpectedly and in seconds the air swirled with Wesker's impatience.

"M-Mama?" He questioned me trembling.

"Bentley, I don't have time for this!" He roared.

I looked at Wesker, confused.

"Why does he think I'm his mother?"

I was greeted with silence, and the boys response was a rough shove by his father and a growl of, "Focus on your studies, not your hopeless mother, Bentley."

He once again grasped me in his death grip and dragged me down the hall.

Words were not spoken for a while. Not even when we entered a large, sterile-looking laboratory. I perched myself upon a stool and watched him as he immersed himself in his work. For what felt like hours, the room sat in silence. Finally, I could take it no longer.

"Is that boy your son?"

I received a grunt in response.

"I kind of figured so, you two look a lot alike."

Grunt.

"He must be really smart if you have him studying already."

Grunt.

"Do you want him to be a biochemist too?"

Grunt.

I sighed. This wasn't working. He wasn't even trying. Trying one more time, I asked.

"Why did he think I was his mother?"

Now that got a reaction out of him. In a swift motion and brief flash that happened so quickly, it made me question if I really did see him flinch and hold a painful flash in his eyes. But, as fast as those reactions appeared and disappeared, so did his anger. Except, his anger didn't disappear nearly as fast.

"I fail to see where that is any of your business." He spoke bitterly.

I was silent for a few moments, taking in his reaction and not really wanting to push the subject. We both knew it was my business, he confused me with his mother. Of course that makes it my business, but the sight that I had been greeted with upon mentioning it made me slightly reluctant to push the questions. He glanced up with a sigh at the priceless expression of shock mixed in with slight worry.

"Make yourself useful."

I raised an eyebrow as I glanced around the room with an obvious, 'what the hell should I do' expression. I heard him groan from his position and noticed he never really had stopped looking at me, meaning he caught sight of my lost and confused expression. Finally, he sat back in his chair and motioned me over to him, "Come here."

My jaw clenched, I didn't want to do anything for him. I was stubborn, but so was he and fire never did good with fire. I stood up defeatedly, and walked towards him. As I reached him, Wesker motioned me down to the microscope that sat before him.

"I've been working on something for awhile. Tell me what you think it does." He commanded me in a soft voice.

I leaned forward, peeking inside as he put a drop of a purple-ish fluid on the petri-dish. I watched then in shock as the cells began to rapidly divide at a speed that I could barely track, soon enough they divided at such a speed that it was a mere blur to my eyes. I gasped reflexively and whispered, "How-?"

He smirked, cutting me off, "It speeds up the healing process. However, it's not complete. Despite the outsides normal appearance, the inside is truly in a state of disarray." He turned the microscope back to himself and fiddled around a bit more.

"It only heals surface wounds, nothing internal sweet cheeks."

I leaned back over it in an attempt to catch another glimpse, ignoring his comment.

"Are the chromosomes left undamaged by this process? Or are they too affected?"

He shrugged offhandedly, "The division rate provides room for mutation; however rare it is, it does provide room."

"So the chromosomes are affected?"

"In a way, sweet cheeks. It's a difficult process to explain, one that I doubt you'd understand."

"I kind of figured..." I muttered, at a loss on what to say, but not really wanting to call him out on my hated nickname for reluctance to get into another argument. He seemed to enjoy those arguments too much.

Moments passed and I had returned to my stool, feeling a tad bit useless compared to Wesker; whom was working away, only stopping to type something into his laptop.

He looked over at me finally, breaking the silence, "Surely you knew my codes had codes, Leah."

My eyes flickered to the ground, not really ready to approach this topic just yet but I kind of knew it was coming, "I do not have the resources that you have."

He tsked and responded, "Yes but by my cryptic wri-"

I stopped him before he continued his misunderstood tirade, mostly because I didn't really want to hear it. "I meant chemical wise. My lack of funds and resources forced me to improvise."

He smirked, "I see."

"Do you really?"

"Don't test me, Leah."

A narrow of my eyes and a sneer in his voice were the only tellers of our hidden argument.

"And if I do, Albert?"

I flinched as a laughter rumbled throughout the room. A hearty, deep-throated laughter that seemed to shake the very foundation. My eyes widened as I suddenly found myself reflected in those damnable glasses of his. The musky scent of Wesker overwhelming my nostrils and with each word he whispered brushed acrossed my face and slid inside my skin, doing nothing but drugging my senses. I gasped as he removed his glasses and his red-orange eyes hypnotized me.

"You test me so, Leah." He whispered in his silky voice. His hand reached up and stroked my face slowly and methodically.

He whispered in an even more quiet and intimate way, "But, I cannot help but to wonder if that's such a good thing for you to do."

My mouth parted, but nothing came out, not even the breath I had been holding for what felt like ages. I was in the midst of rebooting my brain, stretching my brain to work and figure out a good comeback. It didn't matter though, for he didn't leave me room to speak as he continued.

"I will warn you dear Leah. Being with me is very-" His hand slid down to cup my chin and I could have sworn I felt something soft and firm all the same brush across the bundle of nerves that is best known as my lips during his continuation of speech. His voice was softer, more intimate as he finished his statement, "-detrimental to your life."

His lips pressed against mine in a firm, mind-blowing kiss. The pressure made every cell in my body sing in approval as they grew high off of the electrical charges coursing through me before finally settling into a warm pool in the pit of my stomach. He pulled away after what felt like eternity, an eternity too soon I might add as well, and whispered huskily in my ear, "You humans make yourselves so manipulable."

He stood up sharply and turned, walking away in a swift, controlled manner that continued to radiate his omniscient power and ever-growing ego. As I glared daggers at his back, filled with a barely controllable rage and hatred toward the blonde man who's laughter could be heard within my head hours after he took his leave from my presence.

'Fucking Asshole.'

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