Chapter 10: Descendant

Author's note: I almost forgot that today was update day! D: Well, here's chapter 10, hope you all enjoy! Also, you may have noticed this story has turned to 'Mature' rating. The only reason is because of the swearing that happens in this chapter, I don't want to get in trouble.

Comix777: I'm glad to hear that, hope you like the chapter. :)
Justsomegirl17: Yes, yes, yes, and YES! Granted I'm always in a mood, but yellow sugar bunnies and magical beans just amplify that kind of mood! :O :) Haha, it would depend on who was my actual father... No I kid. :P Thursday actually! But I'm sure you already know that, being the day that it is. :P Anyways! Arrivederci, lady bug!
12hinata123: Ahaha, you're probably absolutely right. Isaac better watch himself. :P
Kitkat1690: Isaac is a funny kid, thank you about the mansion, and the closeness will start up real soon. *wink wink* Hahaha, I would do the same to Wesker! Awesomeness, hope you enjoy the update!
Guest: I feel much better after all that candy, thanks! Oooh, I'm glad I could add a shock factor. :D Writing that part made me really laugh, too. :)
Sheva Redfield: Thanks you! I'm glad you like it, and don't worry about reviews über early, I'm just happy that you're reading. :)
wolfspiritqueen: Spicy and tangy! :P I don't know where that came from.
youweon: Ah, I see. I guess we're bound to have different opinions and outlooks on out dearest Sheva. :P Glad to hear you like it :)

"What are you talking about?"

Wesker could feel a tension rising in the air that he was quite familiar with. It held hostility and anger, confusion and timidity. "Your real father is Elliot Spencer. You are the granddaughter of Oswell E. Spencer."

"Liar!" Sheva suddenly shouted as she stood, leaving Wesker alone on the piano bench.

"I do not lie. Your mother had an affair with Elliot, but fled when she learned of his intentions. She ran to an unfamiliar part of Africa to hide and met your father, they both raised you."

Sheva covered her ears with her palms and shut her eyes, "You're lying. My father is my biological father and I have no relation to that…that repulsive family!"

He stood and took a step closer to her to only have a fist hit chest. The aggressive gesture did nothing to him; it merely felt like a pat. "Let me explain it to you."

She started pounding on his chest and pushing him back. "No! I won't listen to a fucking liar!" She raised her hand and threw her fist at his jaw. Wesker's face turned with the force of her punch and he could taste the slightest bit of blood.

She packs a punch. "I'm not a liar. Will you please just listen to me?" Sheva pulled her fist back again and lunged it for his face, but to her distress, he grabbed her fist and locked it in his own. "Stop with the tantrum."

"Fuck you."

Wesker growled at the back of his throat and gripped onto her shoulders. She tried clawing at his arms but he pushed her onto the piano bench and held her there by his firm grip. "I'm going to explain all of this to you and you can listen or not, but you are not going anywhere until I am done nor will you attempt to hit me again."

She crossed her arms over her chest and stared into his glasses with such intensity. "Then explain."

He loosened his grip on her shoulders, "Your mother met Elliot Spencer when she was a 22 and the two had a brief affair. When she learned what the company he was working for, Umbrella, and realized what kind of man he was, she ran away and hid from him. However, it turned out she had become pregnant and she was in danger from the Spencer family who would want the offspring she and Spencer created; you."

Sheva's eyes shifted all over his face, looking for answers, "Why did they want me?"

"When Elliot was born, it was at the time when Oswell was at the peak of his research with the Progenitor virus. Oswell was never one to show compassion and he felt the need to experiment on a new life, so he tried the virus on Elliot. Elliot's blood refused the virus in odd ways; it rejected to bond, and most interestingly, refused to mutate. And Oswell knew that this was yet another breakthrough, so he continued to experiment on Elliot throughout his childhood and his young adult life. When Oswell was bored of him, he threw him out and went onto his next project. Elliot became reckless and began sleeping with many women. Then one day, one of the ladies he had slept with came to him with a child and declared that he was the father of this infant. She said she didn't want it and handed the little boy over to Elliot.

"Well, Elliot was frightened of the responsibility and the only thing he knew to do was go to his father. After a long time of begging and pleading, Oswell took the child and sent Elliot off again. Oswell and his team began to experiment on this boy and his blood had the exact same reaction the virus. However, his blood made the virus stronger and more deadly—never affecting the child."

Sheva nodded impatiently, "And?"

Wesker gave out an irritated sigh, "I'm getting to the point, woman, calm down. Once Oswell discovered the possibilities of this baby and other offspring's of Elliot's, he gave Elliot the responsibility to produce more children; to transfer his DNA to future test subjects."

She scoffed and scrunched her nose, "That's a shitty responsibility. To go sleep around for the sake of science."

He raised his hands in defense, "It wasn't my idea. Well, unfortunately for Oswell, all the other children that Elliot handed over to him never had the same reaction as the first child did. They either just refused the virus or the virus won and infected them. The team of Umbrella wanted to give up on Elliot's plentiful children, but Oswell wanted just one more. But this last woman Elliot impregnated was smarter than anyone realized. She learned what the purpose of this baby was and she escaped before any Spencer could catch her and take away the growing fetus in her. She ran away and hid in a village with a small population of people and in her third trimester she met a man and he asked if he could take care of her and her child. Of course she agreed, because she was scared and wanted someone to help her while raising her baby. They married right away and two months later, they welcomed a healthy baby girl—they welcomed you."

Sheva was trying to take this all in but she couldn't believe all he was saying. Her mother never told her any of this and all her life she thought her father was her biological parent. "My mother never said anything about this."

"Why would she? It's not something you want to tell your daughter who's in danger of her father's family coming after her."

"He is not my father," she insisted with a raised voice.

Wesker let go of her shoulders and looked down at her in silence. After a few minutes, she was the first to speak, "How do you know where my mother fled and how she met my actual father? The one that raised me?"

He ran a hand through his perfect hair and kneeled down in front of her, as if he was looking at a child. She looked to him with large, sad eyes and he could feel something in his heart. Pain or pity? Regret or disappointment?

"Oswell and Elliot tried looking for you, but continued to end up empty handed. But I knew where you were and kept an eye on you since you were born. Before that really."

Her eyes roamed the library they occupied at the moment, "You've been watching me?"

"Since your mother was pregnant with you. But when you were eight, I lost track of you. I couldn't find you anywhere and after 14 years later, I found you. In Africa, working for the BSAA, and then you went on a mission and thought you were successful in completing it, but alas, you failed. And now here you are, in my hands, while your blood is being tested."

Sheva's eyes narrowed as she looked into his glasses, "What are the results of my blood tests?"

Wesker stood and walked around the piano, "Your blood is a revelation. The Progenitor virus and the T-virus bond with your blood on a cellular level and can develop into quite the weapon. When the viruses adapt with your blood, you become invincible. Nothing can hurt you. We will know more about what else you benefit with the virus when we experiment on you completely."

She stood to look at him with her lips in a fine line, "You mean me as a whole? No more samples?"

He nodded as he walked to her and stopped when he was a foot in front of her, "Yes."

"And when will these experiments start?"

"All in due time."

She nodded softly as she looked to the floor. Wesker watched as she made her way to library doors. He decided that what he felt in his heart was sadness and guilt. Sadness for the girl, because she had just realized what a horrid family line she had, and guilt because he was the one to make her sad.

"I want to start the testing right away."

Wesker snapped his head in her direction in surprise. "I'm sorry, what was that you said?"

She had her hand on the doorknob and didn't bother turning back to look at him. "I want to get these experiments over with. I want to start them immediately."

"But it could be dangerous." She simply shrugged and opened the door. Before she closed it behind her, Wesker said to her, "I will talk to Dr. Bollard and he will get everything ready for you."

And she was gone, going to the solitude of her room and wait for word from him to start the tests. He sat back down on the bench and rubbed his temples in frustration. He didn't expect her to react that way. Yes, he did expect the punches and the curses, but she wanted to go through with the experiments and oddly, he feared for the girl. He wasn't sure what Bollard had up his sleeve and neither he nor the scientist was positive that the experiment would be successful.

Wesker took off his glasses and looked to the doors she had just stood in front minutes before and sighed heavily. "I hope you're ready for this, Little Bird."

Sheva wasn't exactly sure why she chose to demand the tests be done so soon. She couldn't gather one cohesive thought in her head and all she could do right now was walk to her room and contemplate what she had just learned.

Her mother had never said a word about any of this, her father sure didn't, and she never found any evidence that could prove she was the daughter of Elliot Spencer. But then she remembered she didn't know anything about her mother and father's relationship before she was born. The few times she asked what their lives were like or how they met, they wouldn't directly answer her questions. They would go the fantasy route and her father would claim that he was a knight in shining armor and he saved the princess from the evil step mother.

Sheva let out a harsh laugh as she closed the door to her room. Their claim was true in some ways. Her father did save her mother. But she wasn't a princess and the evil step mother was the Spencer family.

Sheva expected to feel a wave of emotions, but all she felt was emptiness and forgotten. No one had come to find her, she still couldn't find a way to escape, Isaac could only do so much and he had already, and now she realized she was the next be thing in science—or rather her blood was.

She knew then that the reason she agreed to the experiment was because she felt alone. If no one was coming to save her or if she couldn't find ways of escaping, what was the point of waiting around for the procedure to start? She wanted to get it over with even though she was aware it could end her life. She hoped her odds were on the positive side, but she couldn't be sure. She couldn't be sure about anything lately.

Author's note: Poor Sheva… :( I wish I could give her a hug… Especially because I'm the one putting her through this! D:

In the next chapter, major stuff happens! Sheva gets ready for the procedure and things turn for the better for her and Bertie's relationship! It won't disappoint! :) So many exclamation points…

See you on Saturday. -Sarai