Five years later...

"Breaking news: the CellTex company is according to the Elgos List one of the most powerful companies in the world. The funder, Claire Sullyvan, is with 31 one of the youngest and wealthiest persons-" The TV was turned off, the lights dimmed. Claire put her glass of whiskey down on the table and smirked, of course she would be one of the richest people. Her company, CellTex, studied defective gene's and their possible treatment. Within five years she managed to 'cure' the Color Blindness, removing the defect completely, and that pushed her up on the list of famous and well known people. Of course, she studied the Uroboros in the secret sections of her lab, she wanted to study and improve the virus she took from Wesker's lab.

It was a bit foolish of her, to inject a virus that wasn't properly studied yet, but she couldn't resist when she heard that Wesker created a new virus. The temptation was just too high. She wanted to be mighty and powerful, she wanted to have his strength, his speed. She didn't know why she wanted it, not exactly at least, but she was infected and she thought she could improve her abilities, and make the best of it.

She build her lab on a small island near the southern part of England, she owned a large boat so she could easily travel there. She lived in a large and luxurious mansion on the outskirts of London, just as she wanted before she reached the status of the wealthy people.

She turned and left the living room, taking the stairs up to her dressing room. She had to pick a nice dress for tonight because she had to present her research findings to the other scientists of the world. They still couldn't believe that she managed to remove the defect chromosome from the DNA, but she was only too happy to shout her results into the rich bastards faces. The doors of her dressing room opened remotely as well as the doors of her wardrobes, the dim light enlightened the room. She walked around and browsed dress after dress, carefully inspecting each to see which would catch her eyes. She stopped as she thought she found the perfect dress.

It was a long dress that stopped exactly at her ankles, enough to show her shoes. It was pitch black, tight, a deep v cut in the front which would reveal her breasts a little more. It was clipped on the back of her neck, leaving her entire back free. She took the dress and leaned it on her body while she walked towards her large wall mirror. That's the dress, she thought as she walked back to pick the right shoes. She decided to wear black heeled sandals, open in the front with a small diamond stripe and closed on the back of her ankle. She took the shoes and placed them near the dress before she made it towards her bath, it was 5 pm and the presentation started at 8 pm. The hairstylist would come in half an hour to make something of her shoulder length hair. Half an hour later she was dressed and cleaned, and she was waiting for through hairstylist to arrive. Suddenly someone used the doorbell and her Butler opened the door, only to reveal her hairstylist, Hana standing in the doorway.

Claire already told her over the phone what kind of hairstyle she wants so Hana knew partially what Claire wanted. Claire sat down on her leather seat, she had her own saloon but used it only when Hana came. Hana was young but she had her own saloon in the center of London, so she was well known. She styled a few celebrities, that's why she was the perfect choice for Claire. Hana took out her equipment, she leaned her hands on the back of the leather seat and looked at Claire on her reflection, closely studying what type of hairstyle would suite her.

"Would you like a neatly pulled up bun with a few strings of hair released in the front?"

"Impress me Hana, you know what I like." Hana nodded and started her work. She washed her hair, dried it, applied a few freshly died highlights before she started to make the bun. Claire watched her the entire time, closely inspecting her work. Hana didn't know that she was a tyrant. In fact, no one knew, except her brother Chris, Jill and Leon. The others had no idea that she was a monster equal to Albert Wesker. Claire knew him from before, he was Chris's Captain in the R.P.D, until he led Chris's unit to their deaths. Chris never forgave him for wiping out his entire unit, even Claire hated him, but now she kinda admired him.

He was self-centered, violent, insane, creepy, a jerk, a fucker, an idiot...Claire could tell him insults all day, she spoke 3 different languages. But on the other hand he was smart, sexy, interesting, ambitious...she could also praise him all day. She hadn't seen him since she stole the Uroboros sample from his lab, and it seems he still didn't know who stole it because if he knew, he would already be here. Half an hour later her hair was done and Claire was more than pleased with the result.

"Do you like it, Miss Sullyvan?"

"I do Hana. Thanks, I will transfer the money shortly after you leave."

"Of course, Miss Sullyvan. Have a nice evening." Claire smiled wickedly in the mirror while Hana put her equipment back in her bag.

"Oh that I will Hana." She said before she stood up. She still had one hour til the presentation so she decided to dress herself and wait til the limo arrives.

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Everyone applauded her speech, everyone was excited to hear the explanation how she managed to remove the defective chromosome. She kept the thorough details secret though, she didn't want anyone else to copy her because she wanted to be unique. She went back to her table and sat down, waiting for another scientist to talk about his findings. She sat silently and drank her champagne, waiting for the man to finish his speech about some new stars he managed to discover around the Milky Way. Claire yawned and fell back in her chair and it seems the speaker saw it because he shot her a deadly glare, she didn't bother about the man though so she winked back. The man shook his head and continued to talk, and fifteen minutes later he was finished. Now it was time for the after party.

Claire stood alone and drank her champagne, she didn't need to be here, but still it couldn't hurt. Maybe I could get more investors, she thought but she hastily chased that thought away. She had many investors before CellTex became well-known, then she shooed every investor away before anyone could make any demands. The first who complained was Umbrella. They wanted to be part of her researches but she politely declined, paying them a high sum of money instead. After the transaction she never heard of Umbrella again, much to her pleasure. They were a bunch of freaks, and Rednox, well, he desperately tried to get into Claire's pants. He was handsome and he had his particular way of dealing with women, but he just wasn't her type. To be honest, no man was. It's like the virus in her ate her sexuality away, leaving her totally cold where other women would die to get the men that craved for Claire.

Suddenly she felt someone behind her and she turned, only to see William Rednox standing behind her. He was near his 40, but nonetheless he was handsome. His short brown hair looked messy, but Claire knew he wanted it to look like that. His dark brown eyes were looking at her, eating her, and Claire felt sick in her stomach. He came even closer and Claire had to focus not to punch the man out of the party. He leaned his head closer to her and smiled, the scent of his aftershave invading her nose. He smelled nice, but that couldn't change Claire's opinion she had for him.

"A lovely party, don't you think?" Surprised, he didn't drank the fancy champagne, instead he drank a half filled glass of whiskey. Claire eyed the whiskey then him, it seems he's interesting after all.

"Excella did a great job organizing the party." She sipped her champagne before she looked up at him, a cheeky grin on her face.

"But tell me, what is a mighty corporation like Umbrella doing here, Mister Rednox?" He chuckled a bit louder, his shoulders working with the chuckle revealing the dimples he had at the end of his mouth. He sipped his whiskey but never looked away from her, he was mesmerized by her beauty.

"Please, Miss Sullyvan, it's William." He refilled his glass and took another glass to fill it with whiskey before he took her champagne glass and put it away. He handed her the glass with whiskey and she hesitantly took it, her narrowed eyes looking at him.

"I wanted to hear your speech, Miss Sullyvan." He winked, and Claire almost punched the guy. She looked away and rolled her eyes, be nice to him Claire, don't punch the guy, she thought as he leaned even closer to her. Claire looked up at him, the smile disappearing from her face completely. William went too far and his attitude slowly started to piss her off.

"William..." She leaned closer to him while she purred his name. He sipped his whiskey, his eyes never looking away from her as her face came very close to his.

"...I don't wish to be rude, but if I wanted a rich bastard to fuck me, I'd make a few booty calls, not drag you home." With that she turned and left to the other end of the table, annoyed and frustrated. William watched her and chuckled, she was a tempered lady and he would never guess that she could resist him. He sipped his whiskey as his eyes fell on her rear, and a smirk appeared on his face. He saw a challenge in her and he would not stop flirting with her until she would submit to his charms.

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A while has passed and no one approached her, although the men in the garden stared at her, almost undressing her with their eyes. She would only ignore them and roll her eyes, they would see it and look away. She put down her glass and wanted to leave, suddenly she bumped into someone. She lifted her eyes only to see Excella Gionne, Director of TriCell standing before her. Excella eyed her from head to toe, first she was annoyed, but then she recognized Claire and a bright, fake smile appeared on her face. Stupid bitch, Claire thought as she managed to smile back…somehow.

"Ah, Miss Sullyvan. It is a pleasure to meet you finally. I've been meaning to talk to you. Do you have a spare minute?" Claire recognized the pitchy tone in Excella's voice, she tried very hard to sound polite and touched to meet her. But Claire knew that this was all a façade, she was one of the rich people too. She knew the drill.

"Actually, Miss Gionne, I was just heading home." Excella grabbed her lower arm and dragged her towards a secluded space where they could talk in peace.

"Please, Miss Sullyvan. Just a few minutes, then I will leave you in peace." They stopped and both took another glass of champagne from the server, then both waited for him to leave. Excella turned to Claire, the fake smile still resting on her face.

"First, I must congratulate you. There are not many capable women like us. And I am impressed by the work you have completed in such a short period of time."

"Thank you, Miss Gionne, it was a lot of work but fortunatelly, it payed of." Excella took a sip from her champagne and looked around to see if anyone is watching them. Claire studied her carefully, every sense she had sharpened when she saw Excella looking around, as if she was careful that no one sees them together. After a while she turned back to Claire as if nothing happened, the fake smile still resting on her face as she took a closer to step to Claire.

"But I was wondering, Miss Sullyvan. Have you reconsidered having a business partner?" There we go again, Claire thought as she sipped her champagne, a small smile gracing her face. She knew who TriCell worked with, she knew that Albert Wesker was behind the secret research projects. Excella just wasn't smart enough to rely on her own abilities and that made her look weak in Claire's eyes.

"Miss Gionne…what are you trying to achieve?" Claire wore a smile on her face, but her voice was low and threatening. Excella chuckled and readjusted from one leg to the other.

"Well, I was thinking…maybe two mighty companies could join their research they have and improve the healing rate?" Claire chuckled then, putting the champagne glass on the table behind her before she returned to Excella, a fake smile on her face.

"Don't get me wrong, Miss Gionne, but I prefer to work alone."

"I understand. But here, let me give you my card." She handed Claire the card and she took it, she would tear the card apart in the limo, anyway.

"I have a presentation planned for next week, and my business partner would be very interested in your work. Reconsider it, please. He's a very wealthy man and he would pay you every sum you name him." Claire smiled at that and put the card in her purse. She took Excellas hand and shook it while she kept eye contact with her.

"Thank you, Miss Gionne. I'll reconsider it." With that, Claire walked past Excella and left the party. She was annoyed and angry because everyone wanted a piece of her, everyone wanted to be her business partner now. She declined everyone simply because she worked alone. She used the investors and then she threw them away, simple as that. She sat in her limo and the driver drove her home, Claire was in deep thought though as she took out the card and stared at it. Another party, she thought as she sighed, what the heck. She put the card back in her purse and looked outside the car. She had half an hour ride til home, so she had some time to think about Excella's offer.

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Wesker sat in his large leather chair, his legs spread as he sipped his whiskey. He stared at his open laptop, but he wasn't thinking about anything. He was waiting for a particular call which made him eager. He sent Excella to the CellTex presentation and now he waited her to call back. Suddenly his phone rang and he pushed the button, turning on the speaker.

"Albert."

"I hope you have news, Excella." He heard her chuckle a bit before she spoke to him.

"Indeed. But I'm afraid she declined the business offer." Wesker rolled his glass in his hand and chuckled as he stared at the two ice cubes in his glass.

"Of course she would decline...my dearheart is a very tempered one." Excella sighed disapprovingly before she spoke again, she hated when he called Claire 'dearheart'.

"But I invited her to our party next week. She didn't say yes but still she kept the card. I'm highly positive she will come." Wesker chuckled again before he sipped his whiskey, thinking about his dearheart. Many years have passed since he'd last seen her, but still he couldn't wait to see her in person again. He saw her on the television the other day, and he had to admit that she caught his eyes. But something was different with her though he couldn't tell what. He placed his glass on the table and stood up, he walked towards the large window overlooking the sea as he put on his bluetooth headset to talk with Excella.

"Have you mentioned me?" Excella chuckled again before she spoke.

"No, just as you requested...Albert." She purred his name and he felt sick. Excella was silent for a while and she hesitated to tell him, but...

"Albert..."

"Hm?"

"I saw Rednox talking with her. He was very fond of her." Something stirred in Wesker. He knew Rednox, he knew that rich bastard and to know that he flirted with his lovely dearheart...

He hung up on her while his anger grew to the point he thought he would smash his house. Rednox...how dare he talk with his dearheart. Wesker looked out of the window, the sound and scent of the sea invading his mind and calming him a little. His hands were crossed behind his back, his mind instinctively thinking about his dearheart. She developed well over the years, Wesker would never dream of her being so strong and capable. But that's not the only thing he wanted from her. He wanted his dearheart to bow to his will, to make her submit, he wanted to keep her close to him, just as he always wanted. He didn't feel anything towards her, it was merely his instincts that told him to keep her close. And there was another thing why he wanted to make her his. He felt the heat rising in places that were long cold. No woman attracted him since he became a tyrant, no woman...except his dearheart.

He smiled and turned away from the large window, he sat down on his couch and turned on the tv, the fire crackled in the fireplace and soothed his angry mind. He changed channel after channel, suddenly he changed back one channel and smiled when he saw his dearheart talking to the reporter. He took the glass from his table and filled it with whiskey before he fell back in his couch. He tuned up the volume and smiled when he heard her voice. She was talking about her findings, about her crew, her company.

He drank glass after glass as he watched her, his mind always returning to her. She mesmerized him, and he hated her for that. Suddenly he started studying her face, she was as beautiful as always, her dark auburn hair pulled into her usual ponytail, her lips full and a light rosy color. Her cheeks were flushed, then his eyes fell on hers. Something was different and odd about her eyes, but he couldn't decide what. He drank his glass of whiskey empty and shook his head, he was a tyrant but it seems he still wasn't immune to the alcohol.

He stood up and started to leave the living room, forgetting to turn off the tv. Suddenly he stopped and walked back to turn off the tv, but before he pushed the red button he watched her again, and his desire to have her only grew. He turned off the tv and walked up to his bedroom, the alcohol making him dizzy. He couldn't stop thinking about her and again he hated her for that.

"Dearheart..." He said as he stared at the ceiling, suddenly he thought about what Excella told him. Rednox flirted with his dearheart, and it seems he would have to pay a little visit to the CEO of Umbrella.

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He threw the papers on the table as he read the latest article of the mightiest companies, Umbrella was at the top followed by TriCell and CellTex. He sighed, his heart heavy in his chest as he stood up and went to the fridge to grab a beer. He walked back to the couch and sat down, he took the picture he always carried in his wallet. On the picture was him and his little sister, Claire, when they went to Paris on a holiday. His heart tightened in his chest when he looked at her picture in the newspaper. There was almost nothing that reminded him of her old self anymore. She looked the same, yet she wasn't. Whenever he looked at her he saw the tyrant she really was. It pained him to think of her like that, but it was true. Whenever he saw her, he saw a piece of Wesker reflecting in her. They stopped talking because she hid the secret from him, he was angry and pissed at her for hiding such a grave thing. Maybe they could've found a cure if she told him, but she hid it so that the virus developed, until it engulfed her.

He sighed as he threw the picture on the newspaper on the table. She was his little sis, his Clairebear, but now she was Claire Sullyvan. It pained him to find out that she changed her surname, but he understood it. Redfield carried a great burden, it was always linked to him and his former Captain, Wesker. It would be impossible for her to find investors for her company if everyone knew she was a Redfield.

He fell back into the couch and drank his beer. It was around noon and he waited for Jill to get back home. Both moved in together after Chris lost Claire, and he was grateful for her being there for him. They were in a relationship now and Chris was happy with her. She comforted him when he sat sleepless in the living room thinking about his little sister and what became of her. Many times he thought about calling her, but he chased that thought hastily away. Surely she even forgot that she has a brother, he thought as he drank his beer to swallow the lump down his throat. Maybe, he thought, maybe deep down she's still the little Claire I knew. He didn't want to lose hope. He hoped, desperately, that deep down in her heart, she was still his little sister.

She was a tyrant, yes, but maybe she was different than Wesker. Maybe she was his little sister after all.

Notes:

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