Chapter Two

Later, she woke up in the white room, bolting upright. A bright blush covered her cheeks as she looked around, and noticed her small hospital gown. She was very sure this gown covered nothing. She didn't know where she was, but she wanted out. She moved to the side of the bed and stood as she looked around.

Wesker sighed at this new thing he felt. He went to the main computer as it tracked his encounter with her in her home.

Increased levels of gammas released quickly from you as well as Subject Claire was recorded 15 minutes ago. Recording of instance viewing now.

It showed the time where she was going to him rather than away from him as he expected her to as he threatened her in her home. He leaned his head into his hand as he looked at it.

Peak level increase showed by Subject Claire 5 minutes ago. Recorded as the prep was done for Subject Claire.

It showed him when she reached toward him as he left her on the bed alone with the other personnel. He knew she was sleeping when he left and that she didn't move while he was with her wither. He didn't understand the connection between the two events and the spike in levels of gamma rays. As he thought of this the computer blinked in front of him as it warned of the movement in room 12. Her room. The computer instantly switched to her. He instinctively reached out for her and touched the screen to front of him that showed her to him. He removed his hand as quickly as he put it there.

Claire was in her room, scanning it as she tried to think of a way to escape. Now that she couldn't see Wesker, she suddenly had a clear head. A longing swept through her at the thought of Wesker and she was barely able to push it away as she wondered where the feeling had come from. Claire sighed and looked up, only to find herself staring at a camera.

Claire stared at the camera for a few more moments; feeling almost like Wesker was looking back at her, but shook her head as she looked down at the bed, telling herself she was being silly. She ran a hand through her hair as she stood up and began to walk around, trying to find some way to get out and soon, before she saw Wesker again and lost all of her inhibitions just to be touched by him, as she had been before.

Wesker found himself looking at her from this distance and felt a need for her. He tried to shake it off until she actually looked at the camera and he stared back. He soon forced the camera screen closed so he wouldn't feel like this. It was too odd for him. Though he wanted to avoid it he wanted to experiment with it a bit since it was new and she responded rather oddly. If he could do research on it correctly then it would be nothing more than that. He decided for now he would not see her or his judgment would become hazy. As much as he wanted to test the reaction that emerged now between them, he still wanted control. He switched on the camera view of her room and it appeared in front of him. Her slender body that was barely covered was making him go crazy but he stopped the emotion before it became more unbearable for him. He removed his eyes from the screen so his voice would be clear. His hand that hovered over the button that would allow him to speak to her was pressed.

"I see that you have awaken, Claire, though your efforts to find anything that would allow you to leave is… useless. I won't allow you to leave." He said to her though the last sentence seemed to be more tender than a threat and he nearly wanted to gag at the thought of what he just said and how he said it.

Claire had been at the door, feeling along it for some kind of system overide so she could get it open, only to be jolted in surprise by Wesker's voice over the intercom. Her eyes widened and she turned to see the tiny box at the ceiling that his voice was coming out of and she froze as he told her there was no escape. At the end, when she heard some kind of tenderness in his words, she had felt the longing for him that had surfaced earlier. For some reason, she wanted him so badly, but she couldn't. Maybe it was something because of what he had put inside of her...? Maybe the virus...

Claire shook her head and continued to feel along the door. She didn't care what he said, she just wanted to get out of here before she saw him, because she knew if she did see him again, she would most likely be running into his arms, and seeking comfort from him, and that was not something she wanted to do. The thought of what she had become and how Wesker made her feel almost had her sick.

Wesker dared a look into the room when he didn't hear her respond to him. He saw her still looking for a way out. He figured he would test out her reaction to him when he was near. It was irrational, but he couldn't think of doing anything else. It would only be an experiment, but he didn't want to stand near her as the chances of her response being good were slim.

He headed down to the room too quickly for his own good. The virus seemed to create the need for her as he drew the conclusion he felt his eyes burn. They seemed brighter as he came near her room. He wasn't going to open the door for this experiment he was doing. He just couldn't allow himself that loss of control. He hoped his body would obey him. He pressed a button that made one wall transparent and she was visible to him now. He watched her look around frantic for a way out until she noticed him.

She had been feeling along the wall when she had felt a as though something was coming closer, and something inside of her knew it was Wesker. As the walls became transparent, she jumped back, her eyes wide and her heart suddenly thumping in her chest. She turned and saw that it was once again Wesker and she blushed brightly as she held her hands over the chest of the skimpy hospital gown. Wesker's composer was as if he felt nothing but inside was a confusion of emotions as he looked at her blushing face. She was trying to cover her body up but it was no use as he looked at her behind his sunglasses. She wouldn't do that before. She would look angrily at him and yell possibly. Why didn't she just yell at him?

"Wesker..." she said softly as she looked away. Her body was telling her to find some way to get to him and quickly, but her rational mind told her to run from him. For some reason, she found herself stepping forward and placing her hand on the transparent wall near him as he stood on the other side. "Why am I here..?" she asked, her voice sad and gentle.

She responded to him expectantly as she said his name and looked away. He felt as if he should go to her. It was rather odd to him as he watched her react to him. She walked to him instead of going to the far end of the room. His response to her was even more unexpected as he held his hand to where hers was.

It was as if he could feel her hand through the glass that separated both of them. His face still showed nothing as this action was shown to her. Her voice nearly making him want to take her out and touch her tenderly all over her body, but he refused to give in more than he already had. She was his experiment now and she answered him. "You're my experiment, now and you're here for that purpose." He said gently to her. More gentle than he had expected his words to come from his lips. He had full ability to go to her and say more. Say he wanted her for a reason he didn't know, but he immediately took his hand away as the thought came. He couldn't do that. He wouldn't do that. "Your first test is over." He said to her softly again before disappeared behind the solid wall as it became so that she couldn't see him. He could still feel her there and he needed to see what was going on now that he ran a first test on her without hurting her. Next part is when they took her blood, but he didn't want to do it now while she was awake. He would do it in a few more hours to ensure he was only getting a good blood sample.

She watched him, her eyes wide as he said she was his experiment even though she had already guessed that. Claire bit her lip slightly as he said the first test was complete and she watched him take his hand away. No! She didn't want him to leave yet! Something inside of her seemed to shatter as she watched him turn away from her before the wall went white again, shielding her from the view outside. She took a step back, wondering why she had acted like that when he had turned away from her, but she shook her head and turned back to the bed.

Whatever phase two was, she had a feeling it would be soon. She moved to the bed and sat down gently as she looked up at the wall. Thinking as she tried to find any way she could get out of here. If there was, she would think of it. Claire closed her eyes and laid back on the bed, letting him think she was asleep as a million thoughts raced through her head.

Wesker walked back to the main computer to see the results. They were the same as they were when he first looked at her. The results were the same. The gamma rays were spiked at the same time when they neared each other and hers spiked alone when he forcefully moved away from her. He frowned as the work was inconclusive for a right outcome. He opened a window on the computer to see her as she lay on the bed with her eyes closed. He wondered if she had already decided to sleep on her own. He looked over the work he gathered so far of the virus that was derived from his own blood. In this way they were connected but that shouldn't be the reason for this mess of emotion that shouldn't be there. It wasn't a part of the equation he had before this experiment with her. He worked on the virus trying to see if there was something that was wrong but he realized that he needed her blood sample in order to do the tests properly. The timer was beeping telling him it was time for phase two. The computer brought up the window that allowed him to look into Claire's room.

Commencing phase two. Computer analyzing subject Claire undergoing deep sleep.

The computer was set to doze her with sleeping gas that would make her sleep through anything he would put her though. He waited for the gas to settle and the computer to register that she was fully asleep now. As he did, he readied himself to be able to take her blood and then test it outside her body with his. This was going to do until he figured out why he responded to her as oddly as she had the similar virus that he had.

As she was laying on the bed, most of her thoughts seemed to travel back to Wesker and how she was acting so odd towards him, her worst enemy. It was almost like she was pining after her lover with the way her body called to him. Just as she was about to sit up, she started to feel drowsy. She opened her eyes, but a wave of dizziness hit her if she tried to sit up, so she stayed laying down and closed her eyes, waiting for the wave to pass, only to feel her body begin to grow sluggish.

In a matter of minutes, she was fast asleep, her head turned to the side slightly and breathing calmly as she lounged on the bed, her brown hair still in its ponytail, though some of the hair now straying down her face in a messy, yet beautiful look.

Wesker heard the beeping and it was time to go to her room. He calmly walked to her room, trying not to be anxious to be close to her, again. He pressed a few buttons so the door would slide open and he caught sight of her sleeping face instantly. His mind viewed it as beautiful as he tried to ignore it as much as he could. He willed himself to move towards her to only take her blood and nothing else.

An underlying urge to caress her grew and he tried to leave it alone as he readied one of her arms from the inside elbow for a blood sample. His hands touching her limp arm softly as he cleaned a spot for the needle he soon stuck into her. Her blood slowly filled one of the vitals he had with him and then one more before he placed the second vital down. He removed the needle and covered her wound he had made. Though he did this his eyes quickly moved to her face and then his hand followed suit as he gently touched her cheeks. His face only inches from hers. His eyes gave a bright red color again as he looked at her. He moved the stray piece of hair out of her face as he kept looking at her, deciding on whether to kiss her sleeping lips.

Claire felt him enter the room, even though her mind hazed from the deep sleep he had put her in. As he stuck the needle inside of her, she winced as the pain invaded her dreams before relaxing again, calming quickly with his touch on her skin, almost as if she knew he would not hurt her. As he touched her face, she found herself in her dream with him caressing her face gently. A soft sigh of contentment left her as he edged closer to her in the dream, his face as close as his was in real life, but in the dream, he actually edged closer and kissed her gently, and she wrapped her arms around him in her dream and kissed him back. The real Claire remained asleep, nuzzling her face into his hand as she continued to breathe slowly and softly.

Wesker didn't get any closer to her as his body yelled for her. He watched her nuzzle into his hand and the want to kiss her was almost crumbling him as he looked at her. To satisfy some part of him he kissed her cheek gently and then pulled away from her, though he didn't want to do so. Not wanting to be controlled like this he got the tubes and the other things he had with him. Making sure not to forget anything she could use to get away from him.

He wasn't realizing how possessive he was getting with her as he referred to her as his a lot more than he would of. In order to get his mind cleared again and at a good distance away from her he went to test out the blood in the floor below her. He wanted to see the reaction between them on a cellular level. If it was the virus then he would just have to control the urges he has and test it further to refine it.

She felt a soft touch on her cheek that she knew to be lips before she felt the hand on her cheek leave her. As he left, Claire made a small sound of discontentment and moved slightly, turning as she curled in on herself before he left the room, as though she knew he was leaving her and suddenly didn't feel safe anymore. In her dreams, she was now left alone, no Wesker kissing her gently, and no more of him in her arms. Now, she just dreamed of normal things, though she stayed in the position of a ball as she continued to sleep. Claire didn't stir as he walked further away from the room, as though she knew it would be no use to try and get to him, or to escape at the moment, though in her dreams she was still in the room and trying to get out.