Author's Note: Chapter 7. I don't really have much to say aside from the next chapter being a new view. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil.

I paced in my home, arms linked at the base of my back. To what purpose had Morvix and his goons sought out the Redfield siblings? It was far too late to ask now, but that question lingered in my mind, teasing me, making me ache for knowledge.

My Dearheart.. how she had looked when I had 'rescued' her. She had been so helpless, so confined that it was only a matter of time before whatever plan Morvix had would have been initiated.. and poor Claire, the test subject.

Morvix was actually a twisted man beneath that fox mask he had worn. The mercenary was ruthless and enjoyed himself far too much with his prey. Claire may be strong, but if the German wanted to he could easily break her without even lifting a finger. He was- had been a master of psychology, a tricky talent that I had admired in him and often used myself.

Was I right in letting her just walk away? She was within my grasp.. and I told her to go. What made me willingly release her when I could have simply kept her, but as what..? A trophy? A test subject? A prisoner? Perhaps an ally? I don't know. Claire made me think more specific in regards to someone that I'd like close by, but the beast in me just wanted to crush her, to remove this thorn in my side. I didn't need this distraction she caused and I certainly didn't need a possible weakness that my enemies could use against me if they discovered it.

If I were to be honest, to defy my facade, my show.. I cared for the redhead more than I cared to think on.

Part of me wanted to shiver with disgust at the prospect of some otherwise weak human emotion that I thought discarded surfacing and getting in my way. She was a problem, but when I hit a snag in my work, needed a break or was trying to disregard the words of someone she was a welcome distraction.

I didn't care about letting my mind wander to her when I needed to get away from work, but it irked me just how under-my-skin she was. I sometimes found myself wanting to locate and steal her away for myself, but the question I wondered most about came back to me.

Would Dearheart ever accept me?

This question eluded me for I didn't understand how human emotions worked in relations to the 'warm and fuzzy', as they say. I just wasn't the type.

Before I realized what was happening I blinked behind my shades, noticing my hand was turning the knob on my door and pushing it open. I faced a long hallway, feet rooted in place as the door swung wide.

My golden-red eyes narrowed and I inhaled sharply.. just as my phone rang.

I retrieved the device, flicked it up and pressed it to my ear. "Wesker speaking." I closed the door.

That horribly seductive voice once more purred into my ear. "The virus has adapted just as intended." This was good news. I focused on her words, not on her annoying voice. "Like you said it eventually would. Irving is preparing the specimen on the ship."

"Excellent." My slow drawl crept out, emotionless. "Proceed back to the facility and continue as scheduled."

"When are you returning from your.. business, mm?" She prodded, causing me to sigh internally.

"Shortly, if time allows."

"Good. I would hate for you to miss an injection." She hung up and I put my phone away, shaking my head. That woman was also a thorn and if not for her resources, intelligence and cunning ways I would have already disposed of her.

She was trying to weasel her way into my new world order before the virus was spread, but I knew Uroboros would not accept her. Her genes weren't compatible. I didn't tell her that though.

I walked over to my window, staring once more at the passing humans. Claire was not among them this time as I watched for several minutes.

I turned, heading over to my computer to tap at the keys as it booted up. I had work to finish on two side projects I was dealing with. Two particularly.. personal projects that only I knew about currently- which I was planning to keep that way.

The first was to find a means to stabilize my body. The idea of having to rely on a chemical injection to balance my system was frustrating. Excella's scientists were smart, but slow. I wouldn't have the patience to continue with daily injections for a long period of time.

The second was.. a special chemical concoction I was crafting, for when Uroboros succeeded. I would only offer it to a select few, for those I found suitable to rule below me. It was a far less potent version of the Progenitor, enough to make the infected not only rational, powerful and slow aging, but capable of growing and evolving.. it would be my second legacy, a branch-off from Uroboros.

I smirked at the thought of my perfect world but it faded just as quickly when the pesky bug, which I once associated as being my subordinate, zipped into mind.

Chris would try to stop me.. as would the rest of those survivors, but.. I had something they didn't. A knock followed at my door. "Enter." I commanded. The door opened and I stood, feeling that smirk return.

Yes, I had an asset Chris was sorely lacking. I stepped over to the hooded figure now standing in my living room, door shut behind them. I reached up and threw back the hood, gleefully examining the once-brown-now-blonde haired woman I had in my possession. Yes, miss Valentine would help me perfect the world AND remove my troubles. After all.. it was through her blood that Uroboros was made.

What irony.

"Irving sent me here." I just nodded to her emotionless voice, her once lively eyes now blank and void. She was my puppet to control.

"I need you to do something off the chart. Irving and Excella cannot know." I rubbed at my chin, a thoughtful expression barely noticeable.

"What is it I am to do?"

"There's an address I need you to observe for the day." I walked over to my table, grabbing a notebook and flipping it open to jot down a location before ripping it out and handing it to Jill. "It'll be a brown apartment building, three stories tall. The room is on the second floor, door 13. Don't be seen. The person who lives at this address might return. If they do, inform me. If not.. then by 12 PM you will return to the facility."

She bowed her head. "Understood." She spun on her heels, getting ready to leave but I stopped her.

"Miss Valentine." She halted, half-turning her head to listen to me. "Be mindful of the apartment occupants. If seen or caught there will be consequences."

"Acknowledged master." With that she disappeared out my door.

I removed my glasses and set them down onto a counter, taking a seat before the laptop, the screen staring at me with pulled-up documents.

It was time to get back to work.