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Claire continued to remain frozen shaking slightly under her love, her brother's enemy, Wesker. "Dear Heart what is wrong?" He asked hesitating over her. Clearly I'm not getting anywhere to night what with all these interruptions. She snapped into action at the sound of his voice. She gently pushed him off and ran to her room. "Dear Heart?" He asked again following behind her.

"Keep your voice down, Love." She whispered. She opened her closet door and pulled out a Mangum revolver that looked much like Barry Burton's. She stuck it into her belt. She grabbed the two S.T.A.R.S. samurai edge pistols her brother had gotten her for her birthday last year. She strapped them to her hips with holsters as the knocking got louder. She put her brown boots back on slipping a knife into each of them. She grabbed a Remington shotgun, loaded and pumped it with one hand. She started to go back into the living room but Wesker gently cupped her cheek with his hand.

"You are prepared for a multitude of zombies. What is going on?"

"I have a code of knocking on my door. Three quick taps tells me at that it one of my friends. Anything else is considered a threat." She said reaching up with her free hand and grabbing his other hand. "Not only am I prepared for a multitude of zombies I am prepared for Umbrella knocking on my door." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek lightly. She turned to go. He stopped her brushing her bangs out of her face. He kissed her pulling her close. She almost dropped the shotgun forgetting for the moment about everything. "You stay here." She whispered still feeling slightly dizzy from his lips on hers.

"You are not alone. You are mine. Nothing stands between us." He said disobeying her by following her into the living room. Yeah he's right, except maybe Chris and Umbrella.

"I know I am not alone. I'm not yours…" And whatever else she was going to say was cut off by Wesker grabbing her arm roughly causing her to have to take steps back until she was pressed against his chest. He kissed her softly biting her lower lip.

When he stopped he growled. "Don't say things like that. You're mine, end of discussion." The knocking got louder.

"We will talk about this again later. We don't have time to be arguing right now." She tried to push his arm away so she could go but it was like trying to push against a brick wall. "Damn it Wesker let me go."

"Say you are mine." He demanded pulling her closer.

"I'm not."

"Say it." He demanded.

"That is not a good idea because I am the one with shotgun." He laughed.

"Go ahead. It wouldn't hurt me a bit. It just pisses me off but in your case makes me upset. So I would advise you not to."

"I'm yours." She practically hissed. He smirked and released her.

"That you are." He said before she put a finger to her lips signaling him to be quiet. She tiptoed to the door. She pulled out one of her pistols with the intent to hand him one. She hesitated. Wait, I am about to hand a gun to Wesker, my brother's enemy. For some unknown reason I know without a doubt that I love him. This is crazy I can't trust him yet I love him. He seemed willing to help so I might as well let him. He can do enough damage without a gun so if he was going to harm me he already would have. He reached out for the gun.

"I can fend for myself, you know." She whispered handing him the gun her hand just barely shaking. He smirked and shook his head.

"I never suggested that you couldn't. it would just ease my mind to know I was helping you." He whispered back. She motioned for him to take one side of the door as she took the other. She noiselessly counted to three before she threw the door open as hard as she could causing Wesker to have to jump back to avoid being hit by the door. She quickly pointed the shotgun at…. None other than Leon Kennedy. Wesker hadn't come around the wall yet. She signaled him to stop.

"Leon?" She questioned before slamming the door in his face. Claire leaned the shotgun on the wall by the door and grabbed her gun back from Wesker. She holstered it before she grabbed his hand leading him back to the bedroom. She started taking off her guns she had gotten one off her left hip before Wesker started helping her. He grabbed the one from her right hip kissing her hip once it was off. She pulled her Magnum out of her belt and he backed away from her. He came closer when she sat the gun on her dresser.

"Are you letting him in?" He asked softly stoking her cheek.

"Yes. He is my friend and it would weird to him if I didn't." He grabbed her arm stopping her from leaving.

"CLAIRE IT IS FUCKING COLD OUT HERE." Leon yelled from her door.

"What if I asked you not to."

"I will not take orders from you. You were never my captain." She said as he grabbed her other arm forcing her to look at him.

"That may be so but it wasn't an order. It was a simple request."

"Well then I am sorry but I must let him in."

"But then I will have to go."

"No just stay here until he leaves. It is not like he is spending the night or anything."

"But why can't I just go with you."

"The same reason you had to wait while Chris was here."

"But Leon has never seen me." He said pulling her closer to him.

"Chris has given everyone a description of you and I think the glowing red eyes would give you away."

"Well you were the one who broke my sunglasses."

"It wouldn't have mattered." She said frustrated. He ran a hand through his perfect blonde hair. She broke away from him and ran to the door to let Leon in. Wesker shut her bedroom door and waited. "Leon!" She said pulling the door open.

"What the hell Claire?"

"Oh um. You didn't use the code." She said blushing from embarrassment. I could have accidentally shot him.

"What code? Chris didn't mention a code to me."

"Um I have become paranoid since the Rockfort incident. I told everyone the code. I didn't bother to tell you because aren't you going back to New York today?"

"I was going to but I don't want to. I need you in a way I don't fully understand." He said moving closer. She backed away, trying to keep her panic level down. He is my friend, he won't do anything I don't want him to.

"Have you talked to Chris?"

"Yeah and what he had to say made me want to come find you even more." He said now within arms length from her. He grabbed her pulling her into a hug. I have missed you. I love you Claire." She jumped out of his arms and tripped falling back into the couch. She quickly stood back up.

"You are too late. I have found someone else."

"Claire?"

"Yeah?"

"You seem ready for a war."

"I was expecting Umbrella."

"I see. I'm sorry for scaring you like that."

"I wasn't scared. I'm not the same kid from your memory…"

"I…" Leon tried to interrupt but failed epically.

"Well now I can fend for myself." Leon grabbed her and kissed her. She touched her lips. Then recovered quickly and slapped him.

"Ow. What the hell was that for?"

"Ada and I keep in touch. She warns me of places not to go. Places where I could look for Chris, that is why I went to Paris. She told me a major Umbrella data base was there. She said Chris may have been spotted there but she wasn't sure if it was true or just a rumor. I wanted to see for myself. I don't trust her. I can't bring myself to. That's why I contacted you when I needed help."

"What does all that have to do with me you slapping me?"

"Good God, Leon she told me about the two of you having sex. How after you were done you whispered you loved her. When she woke up. She was alone. You jerk. What did you get from her then decide you would get it from me too? Well I don't think so."

"Well I don't care what you think." He said kissing her again. She lashed out at him pushing him back.

"I'm calling Chris." She screamed.

"Like HELL you are." He said before tackling her to onto the couch. She squirmed under him.

"ARE YOU HIGH? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON? I SAID NO." He kissed her neck.

"I love you. Why can't you see that. What the hell is up with the mark on your neck."

"Because I said no and yet you don't stop. And I told you were already too late." She tried to push him off but couldn't.

"Because I love you." Her bedroom door was thrown open. She could see a blur of black and then Wesker was about five steps away from them.

"Wesker please help." She begged.

"I got him." He said grabbing Leon by the back of his shirt. He threw him into the wall knocking him out. "I thought you could fend for yourself."

"I can. I just couldn't bring myself to hurt him."

"Are you alright?" He said gently lifting her shirt up to look for bruises. "What would you have done if I wasn't here?" If he dares ever touch her again I don't care what she says I will kill him. She is mine.

"I care about Leon's wellbeing but even so it was a about to turn into a knife fight." Wesker lightly kissed a bruise he couldn't tell if Leon had caused it. He could have caused it himself. She moved toward Leon as Wesker growled in disapproval. She got down on her knees and checked his pulse with Wesker stoking her hair. She just barely found the pulse. "I need to call Chris." Wesker pulled out a sleek black cell phone and handed it to her seeing as how she didn't have a house phone and as of recently a working cell phone. "Aren't you worried Chris could trace that."

"Why would he? It is simply his sister calling him and it is untraceable. So go ahead Dear Heart." She quickly dialed the number. As she put the phone to her ear he said. "Try and sound very distraught."

"But I am safe with you."

"He can't know that you are with me."

"Hello?"

"Chris." She said in a panicky voice.

"Claire what's wrong."

"It's Leon I think I killed him." Wesker had to stop himself from laughing.

"What Claire where are you? Does he have a pulse? Check it."

"He has a pulse I think. I am at my apartment. Please come."

"I am. Claire calm down. You have medical training. Uh if he is bleeding apply pressure to the wound. Come on you are the one normally telling me this stuff. I love you, I got to go."

"Hurry I love you too." Wesker grabbed the phone disconnecting the call.

"Where do you and me stand? What are we? I know you are mine but what are we? Are we friends?" He asked wrapping his arms around her waist from behind her. She turned to face him and he put a hand on cheek. She leaned into his touch.

"I Don't want to be friends. I want your love."

"You will have what you want."

"You are mine." She whispered.

"Wha…" He started to ask but was cut off by her kissing him. "Dear Heart?"

"Yes Wesker?"

"I love you is not just one of those things you say. Do you really love me?" He asked not looking at her.

"Look at me." She said. When he turned his head back toward her she kissed him again. She kissed him over and over again and each time she broke a kiss she would said "Yes." Wesker abruptly pulled away from her and pushed her back. "Love?"

"Your brother is coming up the stairs." He said before walking calmly into her kitchen. He opened the window. "Give me your SIM card." She handed it to him.

"Where are you going?"

"I will be back later. Leave this window unlocked." He started to jump but she grabbed his arm.

"Wait it was locked before. How did you get in?"

"Oh I broke the lock, but I am going to fix it." He turned and kissed her quickly. He zipped her vest up covering the bitemark. She watched as he jumped and landed on his feet at the bottom of the three story drop unharmed. She quickly shut the window and examined the broken lock. Chris suddenly threw her door open and ran to Leon's side. He checked his pulse. He let out a sigh of relief when he found it and she shut the door to her apartment.

"What happened? Why did you do this to him? You two were never seen apart for three weeks after Raccoon City practically attached at the hip."

"I told him to stop but he wouldn't. He was going to rape me Chris." Perfect time to tell him about my phone. "And when I yelled I was calling you, he said the hell you are, and my phone didn't make it. So I did that."

"Jerk. I think he will be fine. I will take him to Carlos's apartment." "Chris isn't that all the way across town?"

"Yeah but I be fine you just get some rest." He picked up her S.T.A.R.S. knife out of the floor and handed to her. She flipped in her hand quickly putting it in its sheath on her vest. "I love you." She walked over to him and he pulled her into a bear hug lifting her off the floor. She groaned as he unknowingly pressed on her bruises. Oh God don't scream. He will want to see the bruises and that will require me to unzip my vest. Then he will see the bitemark and I don't want that to happen ever. "Claire are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm just a little sore. You know how running for your life from zombies, genetic fuck ups, and egocentric freaks can make you sore." He sat her back on the floor.

"I know. You know having someone who has went through the same thing makes things easier. You should meet Carlos. He is funny, you would love him."

"Maybe another time. I'm too tired. I don't even want to move." He started to pick Leon up off her floor. "Hey Chris?"

"Yes?" He asked stopping and looking at her.

"Leon is probably going to be delusional when he wakes up. I didn't mean for this to happen. You be careful. I love you no matter what." She kissed his cheek quickly.

"Aw Claire. You are as bad a Jill with the lipgloss only Jill gets it very where." He said rubbing the lipgloss from his cheek. "But I love you too. Is there something bothering you?" Hell yes there is something bothering me I have just told your former Captain, the one responsible for most of the S.T.A.R.S. team's deaths, that I love him and he said it back. Leon Kennedy just tried to rape me resulting in him getting flung across the room by Wesker. I belong to your enemy. But no other that all of that there is nothing bothering me.

"I am just upset it had to come to this." Claire said gesturing toward the unconscious Leon.

"It will be okay. I am sure he was high or something. This line of work really puts stress on you." His sister's eyes widened.

"Chris? You have never gotten…"

"Hell no. I have never gotten high and you had better not you are barely nineteen." He picked Leon up off the floor and heading for the door. She opened the door for him and followed him out into the hall. She shut and locked the door behind her. She called the elevator for him. Why did Chris run up the stairs earlier?

"Hey why did you run up the stairs earlier?"

"I thought running up several fights of stairs would be fun." He said sarcastically. "No I missed the elevator I decided I didn't have time to wait for it to come back." The elevator doors slid open. She and Chris stepped in. Chris sat Leon in the floor and stretched his arms. She assumed that his muscles were cramping from carrying the ex rookie cop.

"I'm really sorry about this." She said unable to look at her brother so she hit the button for the lobby.

"Oh no problem. Only thing is I hate to leave you without a phone. You never know what could happen."

"Oh Chris, don't worry you only live thirty minutes away. Which reminds me how did you get here in ten minutes flat?" She said glancing over at him. A smile spread across his lips.

"I kept some lights from the R.P.D." The elevator doors opened at the lobby. She walked with him outside and opened the back door to his dark blue jeep. He hugged her before getting in his jeep and leaving. She stepped into the elevator and a mailman followed her.

"Which floor?" She asked pushing the button for her floor.

"The same one. Hey you wouldn't happen to be Claire Redfield would you?"

"Yes I am." She smiled.

"You just made my job easier. I just need you to sign right here." He said handing her a small package. She signed for it and sat it on the counter when she got home. She unzipped her vest and took her boots back off. She had just laid down on the couch and closed her eyes when she felt a hand rubbing her neck. It moved all the way down to her left hip. She pulled a knife from her boot and held it to Wesker's neck. She dropped it.

"Sorry Love, I'm just paranoid." She said laying back down.

"I noticed." He said sitting something on the table. That was when the smell hit her. He had brought her food. She hadn't eaten since breakfast. "While I was out I got you a new phone and I brought some Chinese food." He said setting the pink phone that was almost identical to the one he had broken on the table. She sat up and smiled. He pulled off a new pair of sunglasses he had on setting them next to her phone. "I went ahead and put my number in your phone. Is that alright?" He handed her a carton with her food in it and grabbed his.

"Yes. It's fine." She pulled her biker gloves off. He sat down beside her and handed her chopsticks. He thought it would be amusing to see if she could use them. She smiled and opened the carton. She froze. Chicken and broccoli, white rice, and extra soy sauce. This is what she always ordered and it was from her favorite place. Now how is the hell would he know that?

"Is there something wrong Miss Redfield?"

"No. It's just how did you know that this was my favorite place?"

"I found their take out menu on your counter."

"Well how did you know this is what I like?"

"You had it circled and had written with extra soy sauce beside it. It was kind of obvious." She laughed. He watched as she skillfully used the chopsticks to get some of the rice. She took a bite and swallowed before she realized he wasn't eating.

"Wesker?"

"Yeah?"

"Eat." He picked up his chopsticks but was a total failure at using them to pick up anything. She stifled a laugh. "Is the Great Albert Wesker having difficulties?" She whispered her lips just barely toughing his ear.

"Yes I am. Care to help me?" She pulled her ponytail holder out of her hair letting her fiery red hair fall down to her shoulders. Wesker's jaw dropped. For once he was awed. He recovered quickly hoping she hadn't noticed. She smiled at him for his moment of awe and grabbed his chopsticks from him. She tied the ponytail holder around the chopsticks.

"There the chopsticks trick." Wesker smiled at her. "Hold on I am going to go get another ponytail holder."

"NO. I like your hair down Miss Redfield. Please leave it."

"Alright." She leaned over and kissed his neck. He caught the scent of vanilla sugar as she kissed his neck. She leaned back and smiled.

"You truly are amazing." He said successfully using the chopsticks to get a piece of chicken.

Once they had both finished eating she whispered. "Do you want some dessert?" She moved behind him on the couch and started rubbing his shoulders. He turned and kissed her arm right next to her hand.

"Perhaps depending on your meaning." He kissed her arm again before he bit down on it causing her to gasp and wrap her free arm around his neck. She gripped down on his shoulder her fingernails leaving temporary marks on his shoulder.

"Please." She whimpered. He eased off.

"Are you okay?" He whispered a little concerned that he may have upset her. She turned his head to her and kissed him.

"I'm better than okay." He grabbed her hand but before he could see the bitemark she pulled it away from him.

"Let me see it." He demanded reaching for her hand. She let him grab it. It was really red but if she put her gloves on it might not show. She kissed his neck. She moved beside him on the couch. He pushed back her vest revealing the bitemark he made on her neck. He put his hands in her hair and kissed her. She climbed into his lap. "Bite me." He demanded. She started to but hesitated.

"When you say bite me I consider that foreplay."

"I am perfectly fine with that. In fact I would like to know what else excites you."

"I can't excite you anymore."

"Bite me." He demanded again. She put her hands in his hair and licked his neck. She bit his neck almost as hard as she could. She stopped when he wrapped one of his hands around her neck. She tried to pry his hand away from her neck with no success. "Calm down, I will be gentle." He gripped a little harder. He let go and pushed her down on the couch quickly getting on top of her. He pulled his shirt off before kissing her. He rubbed his tongue across her lower lip before he stuck it in her mouth. He almost moaned as her tongue touched his. His phone started ringing. He stopped and got off her with protesting.

"No please don't go." She whispered.

"Shh, Dear Heart." He answered his phone with her kissing his neck. "Speak." He said in a monotone. "Yes I was doing something important but now that you have interrupted me what is the problem?" "I will handle it." "Yes I am on my way. Don't touch anything."

"What is it, Wesker?"

"Work. I have to go." Her blue eyes locked gazes with his glowing red eyes. He could see the unshed tears in her eyes. She doesn't want me to go. He put a hand on her cheek affectionately.

"Can't you just…."

"Don't cry. I will make this up to you I promise." She grabbed his arm and kissed him. "Dear Heart I really must go." He said when she broke the kiss. He picked up his shirt and put it back on. He started going to the kitchen window. "I will take care of the problem at work and be back."

"You can go out the front door."

"Right." He started to turn back but stopped when he seen the small package on her counter. "What is that?"

"I don't know. I haven't opened it yet."

"Do you know who sent it. It doesn't have a return address."

"I'm sure it is from Rebecca and Billy. They went on vacation last week and said they would sent me something back. It's probably a sea shell and pictures from their trip."

"Alright. I have got to go now." He started walking to the door she grabbed his arm momentary stopping him.

"Tell me that you are mine. That you love me." He looked away from her. "Please?"

"I'm yours and I love you." He kissed her forehead. "You didn't have to ask. I just thought you knew."

"I love you." She let go of his arm and he left. It's okay. He will be back. He said he would. She decided to open the package to distract herself. She looked at the writing on it finding it had been typed. What the hell is this. Rebecca wouldn't do that she likes her handwriting. She broke the tape with her S.T.A.R.S. knife. There was a ton of bubble wrap wrapped around something very hastily. There was a small note in the bottom of the box. she picked it up and instantly seen Rebecca's handwriting.

Hey Claire,

Sorry about the this. We lied about going on vacation. We are afraid we are close to being caught. This was our only option if this were to get into the hands of Umbrella the results could be fatal. Please be very careful with it because it is fragile. We will tell you more about it when we get back. Love - Becca and Billy

She put the note in her vest pocket and started to unwrap the bubble wrap. She finally revealed a tiny vial with a purplish liquid in it. Is this the T-veronica virus? She sat the vial down on the counter just before her door was kicked in. Men with the Umbrella logo on the back of their uniforms rushed inside. She grabbed the vial and ran to her room. She picked up a samurai edge off the floor and opened fire before they could react. She hit the first man in the shoulder and he fell to the apartment floor in pain. She had the vial in one hand and in the other she had the gun. She took aim but before she could pull the trigger a man with a machine gun began shooting. He was a terrible shot. All he managed to do was break the vial in her hand. The glass cut into her skin and the purplish virus mixed with her blood. She shot the man who had caused the vial to break in his leg and he fell not too far from his comrade. She hated to kill unless it was necessary.

"Aw Damn it. Can't I ever just simply be left alone?" The third Umbrella soldier hesitated at her outburst.

"Miss we were just sent here to retrieve the sample that was stolen."

"Well now either of us have it. So I suggest that you take your fallen and get the hell out before I kill you." Ow fuck, my hand hurts like hell. I just got to wait to react to the pain after they leave or I kill them.

"What is your name?"

"Oh forget it." She said before shooting him in the head. She walked over to where the other men lay and shot them too. "Bloody hell." She pulled the glass out of her hand making her hand bleed more. Most of the vial's contents had went into her hand. She grabbed her phone and found Wesker's number.

"Dear Heart, you know I love to hear from you but this must be important."

"Wesker, I need your help. I think that…" She past out before she could say anything else.

To be continued

PLEASE REVIEW sorry it took me so long. I have be dealing with a lot of BS since I switched schools. I am just glad school's out. Please tell me if I have improved any, I still don't have a beta reader. What did you think?