Chapter 3
A few hours later a guard came and gave us some water bottles. Brilliant. I smiled and checked the the cap was still sealed, I didn't trust anything that came from Umbrella. I drank it as the guard decided to talk to me like an arsehole.
"Oh hey there darlin, what's a pretty little thing doing in a shithole like this? Want out? For a price of course". He smirked and winked. "Firstly don't call me darling". My bitchy/naughty side came out again, Wesker will be very annoyed for antagonizing the guard, but I don't care about that right now. I let a drop of water go down my chin. "And secondly, if you want me out, you'll have to come in and get me, silly boy". Both the guard and Wesker smirked. "Boy? Darlin, I am no boy. That blond bastard behind you ain't got nothing on me". "Oh sod off before you make an even bigger fool of yourself". I almost laughed as the guard grunted and walked away.
"So, Miss Dane, what was that little display? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Wesker piped in. "Not at all, It got you to smirk didn't it? And I could have said a lot worse to him. I spared him from a torrent of past anger in me". "Oh, and what would be worse? Him comparing himself to me? Am I worse or he?". Wesker lay a trap there and I hopefully avoided it. "Wouldn't you like to know?". He stood up and put his hand on my arm, lifting me up and then moved his hand to my throat. "Seraphina, I asked you a question". "Why ask when you know the answer already? Of course you are better than him". This honesty lark is going to get me killed, but so is lying. I think the words 'neutral answer' do not exist in my brain.
He brushed his fingers over my throat. It didn't do anything for me, my brain just swam around, trying to work out what his next move may be and what the hell is he doing now? He moved down and licked the drop of water off my neck, how did that stay there? Ok now that I didn't know how to react to. "So, you are a secret agent for the British Police?" Wesker purred his voice. "What gave that away, my accent?" My sarcasm meant his hand tightened around my neck. "Ok, I'm sorry. Yes I am. Cambridgeshire Police". I tried not to voice what I felt, inside I wanted to curl up into a ball in the corner. His grip loosened. "See how much easier it is when you comply?" He motioned to the bed and I panicked a bit. "Miss Dane, I didn't mean it like that. Don't you need to sleep?" "I am ok thanks but I will lie down. I slipped off my heels and sat down on the bed. "Damn that floor is cold. Ugh. Anyway, night". I was far too freaked out to sleep. Is Umbrella populated with perverts? I just lay there, curled up. "Goodnight Sera". Wesker's voice sounded muffled as I must have fallen asleep.
I awoke to find his jacket covering me. I stretched and yawned. "Are you sure you don't feel cold?" I muttered. "Miss Dane, I am a T-Virus tyrant, cold blooded, so no I don't". He motioned to where the cut was on his head that had now vanished. "So you are dead? Woah. Well at least you don't have skin coming off you like other undead creatures. At least I think you don't". I was still a bit dazed, but I suddenly smelt something horrible. Oh my god it is me. Eww no. Wesker please no commenting on that. He must have read my mind. "Miss Dane, stop panicking. I only focus on one smell at a time and right now, it isn't you". I dreaded to ask what smell he was focused on. I look him up and down, grateful for him not looking my way. "It seems the T-Virus did some good to you then?". I suppressed a cheeky smile.
My cheekiness will dig me an early grave. I may as well help it and get a shovel.
