Stranger Part I: Let Me See It

There's no kindness in your eyes,
The way you look at me, it's just not right.
I can tell what's going on this time,
There's a stranger in my life.

-Stranger, Hilary Duff


As Wesker promised, he stayed with the Claire the following day. He called off his meetings and appointments, and decided to have quality time with his dearheart. The two of them woke up at eight in the morning, and Claire decided she would prepare breakfast, much to the amazement of the blonde Tyrant. The couple's breakfast was simple bacon, eggs, and toasted bread, but Wesker loved it as Claire served it on the table. "Okay! Dig in!" she said as she took a huge bite out of the piece of bread while Wesker cut his bacon strips into tinier bits. "Dearheart, was your breakfast always this?" he asked curiously. "Nope." Claire answered. "Sometimes I'd make omelette with mashed potatoes, but when Chris cooks…" She stopped, and lowered her head. Talking about Chris made her heart sting. Why does this son of a bitch torture me early in the morning, she thought as her expression made Wesker smirk.

"What's wrong, dearheart? You were going to say something about Chris?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah…" Claire said. "When Chris cooks, well, my cooking is way better since he keeps burning the bacon, overcooking the omelette to an almost-irrrecognizable state, and can't even boil an egg without overboiling it." She chuckled, a mix of sadness and humor in her tone, a very strange mixture to Wesker's ears as he ate some of the bacon. He stood up and got a pitcher of orange juice from the fridge, took two glasses from the cupboard, and poured a glass for himself and Claire. "We surely cannot eat without having to drink something." He said as he handed the glass over to the redhead, who took it and drank a bit from it. The blonde's phone rang, and upon answering it, he grimaced. Apparently, a very cheerful Excella Gionne was on the line.

Claire put on her best fake grimace as well. "Albert?" she said, cringing inwardly at her saying her nemesis' first name. "Who's there? I thought…you were spending the day with me?" She said loud enough for Wesker to groan disaaprovingly at whatever Excella said as he hung up. "I'm sorry, dearheart." He said, sitting down once more. "Excella just called. Apparently, the laboratories lost the sample of Uroboros that was going to undergo human testing." Oh great, Claire thought as she drank her juice. And while you're at your discoveries, why don't you spread that out into the water system like Birkin? "I did promise that my time would be devoted for you, but if I stay any longer, we may get a house visit from that bitch Excella." Wesker reasoned, his eyes faintly glowing crimson. He hated being interrupted when he was spending quality time with Claire. The redhead sighed in theatrical disappointment as she stood and, despite her brain teling her not to do it, put her arms around the blonde's muscular shoulders.

"Hmph. Fine, you can go…" she whispered as she kissed his cheek. Shit, I am so in for it now, she thought. God please help me carry on with this acting thing until the BSAA comes for me… Wesker stroked the locks of hair that touched his shoulders and kissed Claire's hands. "Now this time I'll be sure to make it early. My dearheart always holds so much surprise…" the blonde Tyrant said as he stood and kissed Claire on the lips, letting his tongue dance with hers before pulling away. Claire cleaned up the table while Wesker got ready to go to TriCell.

"Alright, Albert, make sure you get back, okay?" Claire said. Wesker nodded, planting another kiss on her forehead before turning to leave. As he was gone, Claire rushed to the kitchen sink and washed her face. "God.. I can't believe what I just did…" she muttered. "Well, so much for Plan A. Time to execute Plan B." Whenever her initial plan failed, Claire prepared back-ups. Just like how Chris taught her. Now, her new plan was rather…dangerous. She was going to make sure the blonde Tyrant fell for her, and until the BSAA arrives to get her out of the predicament, she would have to use Wesker to get what was most vital: information on Uroboros, so she could somehow relay it to Chris and the others. But how would she make the heartless ex-S.T.A.R.S captain fall for her completely. She was aware that Albert Wesker was waitng for her to submit to him because of his obssession towards her, and she was going to use just that against him. She'll play with Wesker's game, and she'll beat him at it, just like Ada Wong did before disappearing.


She got back to her room, took out the diary, and wrote out her thoughts.

"November 6th

So much for brilliant ol' Plan A. Wesker had to leave again because of that birch Excella. For once, he and I totally agree when it came to that woman. Although she is pretty, I never thought she'd be so savage towards me. But anyway, she is totally in love with Wesker.

Time for Plan B. God I feel so sick and wrong just thinking why I even came up with Plan A and B…"

She shook her head, mentally reprimanding herself at her own thoughts before placing the diary inside the drawer. She then went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She slipped off all of her clothes and went in. As the water hit her skin with a gentle, drumming force, her thoughts were taken to the unbridled rage she felt against Wesker. As she closed her eyes, her mind played all the images of the friends she had lost to the infected madman. And her life or death situation right now was his doing. The emotions brought tears to her eyes, the water hiding them. Only when her skin started to prune did she turn off the water and grabbed a towel to dry herself and her soaking hair. After completely drying herself, Claire fastened on the hairclip, and opened the dresser. She pulled out the red dress. Taking a deep breath, she put it on.

Claire analyzed her reflection in the mirror. The revealing red dress accentuated her feminine figure, particularly her ample breasts, which were being revealed by the dress. The back was another exposed spot, the dress covering only her lower back all the way to the back of her knees. The skirt itself was similar to the black dress: it accentuated her thighs. Alright, guess I'm slutty enough, then, Claire thought with disgust. Plan B, work for me. She then grabbed a book from the shelf, which happened to be "The Prince" by Niccolo Machiavelli, and plopped onto the bed. She would greet Wesker with that dress on. And hopefully, use his obssession to her advantage.


Wesker sighed and cocked his head to one side as he watched Excella Gionne pace back and forth in her office at TriCell, apparently screaming in a mix of English and Italian at some person over the phone. "I told you to document all of those!" She screamed. "What happened? How come those disappeared? Voi sciocchi! Siete tutti imbecilli incompetenti (You fools! You're all incompetent imbeciles)! I cannot believe that because of your actions, our project is…" "Excella, enough." The blonde Tyrant growled. "It was your division that caused this mess." He stood, and in one swift motion, he grabbed the woman by the throat and forcing her back against the wall. "And I expect this mess to be fixed within the week, because if not, I will kill you where you stand." He whispered threateningly as he dropped her on the ground and left, leaving Excella to tremble in fear and anger.


Claire fell asleep halfway through what she was reading when she heard someone knocking. She cautiously approached the door of the room, and saw Wesker, who looked disappointed at first, but when his crimson eyes scanned his dearheart's attire, he willed himself not to let his jaw hang. God this woman, he thought. She's…beautiful. "Dearheart…" he said, for once, lost in words. "You…you're…" "I know." Claire said with a devilish smile. Alright, plan's working pretty well so far, she thought. She bit her finger while she crooked the other, making the blonde Tyrant follow her to the bed.

"I know you're soooo tired from work, dearheart…" Claire said, flipping her hair as she sat. "Yes…. Yes indeed…" Wesker said, placing his hands on her shoulders. "And I wasn't able to finish breakfast…so perhaps… I'll have you then…" He then crushed her lips with his, his tongue twisting and devouring Claire's... They were in for a very long day...


LEMON WILL BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. MWAHAHAHA! I'm sorry for not being able to upload this chapter earlier. I had to...broaden my imagination, if you know what I mean, hehe. NO, just kidding. I fell asleep... :( Please R&R! Thanks :))