Disclamier since I haven't put it anywhere: Does it look like I own RE?
Yay for being lazy and inadvertently getting stuff for school~ Yeah!
Lust for a Redfield.
Wesker was happy to have a free day off to work. William can handle it, or should I say Annette can. The dark highway stretched out before him in miles. Tall buildings and occasional car lights were all that made it easier to get him where he needed to be. He passed an assortment of cars before spotting a rather old vehicle pulled to the side of the road and its owner holding a phone to her ear and swearing. Claire Redfield.
"Are you serious? When I need you guys the most you don't want to answer your damn phone? Claire heard a car stop in front of her and a creepy old man stepped out of the vehicle. "Need help little lady?" Claire cautiously looked up; she had a bad feeling about this man and so she lied. "Nope! I'm fine a friend is on their way..." The old man walked closer, he had a look in his eyes that screamed evil. Claire had a feeling that he was going to try something and she got ready to fight. "Dear heart, you should really stop getting into trouble." Of all the people in the world! Wesker? " What are you doing here?" The old man turned and faced Wesker, scowling. " This one is mine, I have plans for 'er so get lost. Else you and the little lady get hurt." Wesker didn't even pay the man any mind and kept walking. Get out of here you idiot! "I'm not the one that will be hurt." Claire winced at Weskers tone. It was cold, heartless and if it had been a knife it would of cut the man into pieces. The old man didn't speak nor did he move. He stared at Wesker and if you looked close enough he was shaking. The sheer power in Weskers voice scared him. Weskerseyes were trained on him, daring him to move. The man ran back to his car and pulled off in a rush.
"What the Hell?" Teach me how to do that!
Wesker turned his eyes to Claire. He squinted, seeing if the man caused her harm. Not a scratch, good. "I'm assuming your car broke down?" She nodded slowly. "Um...thanks." He only nodded and examined the car. "I doubt you want to wait two hours for tow truck. So follow me." Claire didn't even complain she only waited until the black Mustang unlocked and she entered. They drove in silence. Until Claire's stomach decided to break it. The growling noise made her blush in an attempt to cover it up. "Your hungry." She nodded. "I was on my way to get food. Claire saw him nod and he turned and went down some random street. She wasn't in the mood to pay attention to street names, her only focus being on the man to the left of her. She stared at his sunglasses for a long time, wondering what the color of his eyes were and why he wore them so often. She voiced her question soon after. " Why do you always wear sunglasses?" The only response she got was the turning of the steering wheel and the sound of a car parking in front of a restaurant. Wesker stopped the car, and spoke. " Because I can." A simple answer, an answer that Claire deemed unsatisfactory. "That's not a good answer you know, an answer you know." Wesker got out of the car and Claire soon followed. Wesker being the gentleman that he is opened the door for her, she said her thanks and looked around the fancy place. A woman walked up and asked if they wanted a table for two. She had to use most of her willpower to not roll her eyes. Do you see anyone else lady?
Another woman lead them to a table near the windows. Claire could see the bright lights of New York's and the cars passing by. "Hello, my name is Bryan and I'll be your server tonight. Would you like anything to drink?" Wesker shook his head. "And what would you like beautiful?" The man smiled cheerfully at Claire, he appeared to be at least twenty. In response to the compliment Claire blushed lightly and ordered water. Wesker sat silently a pang of jealousy in his heart. Why he didn't know, but it was there and he didn't like it at all. Sure over the month he would sneak in subtle flirts here and there (against his better judgment, mind you) most of the time they meant nothing. Up in till now, his heart seemed to disagree with his mind. He kept telling himself that it was nothing. There was absolutely know way he could ever care for the girl in front of him. No possible way. But having this boy flirt with her while she ordered her food irritated him. The server did asked if he would like something to eat as well, he declined. He lost his appetite after hearing William tell him the recent baby stories of Sherry.
Claire slowly took a bite out of her seasoned Salmon. Her taste buds were bombarded with hints of lemon and a large variety of spices. "This is yummy!" She squealed happily. The surrounding customers turned their heads to see what all the commotion was about. Claire didn't care, she continued eating until the fish was no more and her stomach was content for the moment. She saw that Wesker (from what she could tell) was looking at her and she opened her mouth to ask why. "Do I eat like my brother or something?" She got no immediate answer, a few seconds passed before he spoke. " No, that's why I'm staring." She laughed a little. "I never understood why Chris couldn't be a little neater when he eats but oh well." The two fell silent, they gazed out the window until the server Bryan appeared. "Well, sweetheart would you like some dessert?" Claire looked at Wesker, after all this was his money she was using. "If you want dessert get dessert." She beamed at the older man across from her. "Vanilla ice cream please!" Her attitude turned into that of a child in a toy store and the server chuckled. "Coming right up!" Bryan left Claire shifting in excitement. Its been a while since she had ice cream. Especially since she generally avoided it in the stores else she would buy a large amount and pig out. That definitely wasn't healthy. However, now that she had it in her clutches she wasn't going to let it go. Anywhere except my stomach! The ice cream came quickly, the restaurant gave her a generous amount of it as well. Claire almost drooled like a dog. "Enjoy your ice cream!"
Wesker watched her take a small spoonful of the dessert. Slowly she raised the spoon to her lips and guided the sweet inside. She shuddered in delight. "This is delicious!" Her eyes gleamed and she happily destroyed the bowls contents. As she neared the end Weskers eyes caught a drip of the ice cream at the corner of her mouth. "Dear heart." She looked up in disapproval at being interrupted. He rolled his eyes. "You have ice cream on you face." She lightly touched her skin trying to find the traitor. "Here?" She asked stopping her hand. "No, to the right." Her hand followed in that direction. " Not your right, my right." Her hand changed its course and stopped. "Here?" Wesker shook his head once more. "Here?" He got fed up and reached for her face. Cupping her chin his thumb slowly wiped the ice cream away from her lips.
Claire vaguely noticed that he wasn't wearing his gloves anymore and that his hands were soft— slightly calloused and warm. All she really cared about though was how close he was to her face. She could smell the expensive cologne he work that smelled like it came from Heaven, she noticed he had a smooth face despite his age and for the first time she saw his eyes. She couldn't see what color they were but she saw them and that made her happy. It seemed like he held her face for hours before letting go and pulling away, letting her resume eating the remnants of the treat. She felt a blush in her cheeks and buried her face in her bowl so he wouldn't see. What was that about? And why do I want it to happen again?
Wesker felt his heart beat quicken when he held her face. It was a sickening feeling, he felt like for the first time in years he would throw-up or do back-flips. Haven't felt this way since... " All gone!" He turned his attention to Claire who just couldn't stop beaming at him once more. He nodded and they left, leaving a tip for the waiter and paying the bill. The car ride to Claire's was full with small conversations. "Why don't you two get along anymore." He threw her a side glance, already knowing who she was speaking about. " You assume we got along before." He saw her nod. " I've seen pictures, with you, Chris, and Jill," He was silent while she continued. " You all looked so happy, even you despite the fact that you didn't even smile. I just find it sad that great friends were driven apart over something. I don't know what happened so I'm not going to judge either of you. It's just...sad." Wesker said nothing, he continued driving to her house and before long he was there. He followed her to her door in case something else happened and she flashed him a smile. "Thank you." He nodded as she entered her house. He left then and went home.
Ring! Rrrring!
"Hello?"
"Hey there!" It was William and heard another male voice accompanying his in the background. "Hello Wesker!" Alfred Ashford his cousin. "Its obvious you two want something so spit it out." The two laughed at his rudeness before speaking in unison. "Where have you been?" He camly told the two what happened and William whistled. "Ah ha! I knew it! I'm telling you Wesker your going to end up falling for the girl! You even took her out on a date!" Wesker bit back a growl. " Wesker? In love! The gods must be blessing us on this night!" Alfred squealed. " I'm not falling in love with anyone." William scoffed. "Yeah right! It's a sign Wesker! Soon you'll see her outside of Emmy's like earlier. Jesus loves you!" The two went on and on about how he was falling in love and get in a fight with Chris over Claire and so on. He really wanted to shoot himself. " So since your with Claire, what are you going to do about that dumb bitch Excella?" William started laughing his head off, gasping ' I can't breathe!' "Alfred." Alfred even joined in the laughter. "What? It's not like you care about her despite her delusions." He heard William tell him how what he said was rude even though it was funny. "So what? She's disgustingly vain, and plus she calls me 'Allie poo'. That warrants a rude comment. Anyway what are you going to do?" Wesker ran his free hand down his face. " Nothing. There is nothing going on between Claire and I. I would sooner go back to college then begin a relationship with Chris's little sister." The two said 'sure' dragging out the end before wishing him a good "Claire filled dream night."
He sat down in a comfy chair and closed his eyes. Over time his resting mind went to Claire and the moment when he wiped away the ice cream. The innocent sight was erotic, he really just wanted her to get fed up with touching her face to find it and lick it away. And her skin! It was soft and practically flawless, the only blemishes being the now faint scars from her childhood. " If she is a gift from God, I need to find away to send her back. This is just ridiculous!" It wasn't the first time that he thought about her. It was now a month and few weeks since their first encounter and already his thoughts strayed to her. Small innocent ones excluding the one he just had. His desire for Excella was waning. He now wanted Claire and apparently God wanted him to get her.
It's 2:47 AM right now. I'm not tired, I'm hungry. *Goes to make a sandwich.* Sorry it took so long to update and that the chapters get shorter( but they WILL get longer), I rough draft on my phone because I'm cool. Ta Ta!