Chapter: 10
"I had no idea you adored the classic's." Wesker commented, still typing away on his keyboard.
"I didn't, I usually like sappy love stories, but I find his works- interesting." Claire replied, now opening the book back toward it's previous page.
"Ah I see." Wesker ended the conversation, but Claire felt the need to continue some sort of communication since the silence was driving her insane.
"What kind of books do you like?" Claire asked, in hopes to get just a few words out of the calculated man.
"Well," he paused, thinking of an author or book. "I don't have particularly a favorite, but you could say I enjoy horror's, but reading books are for people that have free time, which means they aren't being productive enough."
"Hmph." Claire settled a huff, knowing the side comment was directed towards her, ignoring him.
She opened the fresh new story that read "The Raven." The title instantly catching her attention.
'Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Claire was quiet confused with all the talking about never more, understanding almost nothing of the story. She finished the last words and looked up to see Wesker still typing away. Asking him about the plot behind the story was not an option, she didn't want him thinking she wasn't capable of even figuring out a story by herself. So she reread the context again, finishing just as confused as before. She felt eyes on her, knowing he was staring at her confused features.
"You know, Edgar Allen Poe is a favorable author of mine." He said closing his laptop, instantly at Claire's side.
'"Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.''
His velvet tone read, picking a random line smirking at the amazed look Claire gave him.
He reads like a audio tape would, so suave, so... Perfect.
"Why is he your favorite?" Claire asked, closing the book, done trying to interpret what Poe tried to portray.
"Favorable," he corrected, adjusting his gloves slightly. "His writings show the true world, possibilities that could occur."
"I'm so sure, since a bird can't talk, that could be a possibility." Claire said setting the book to her side.
"Do you refer to the short story 'the Raven?'" He questioned sitting on the arm chair on the side of the coffee table.
"If you do, it's not referring to 'a talking bird' as you said, it's more about the death of his wife." He said, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
"His wife died?"
"I did say that did I not?"
Claire rolled her eyes at him, a smirk slowly spread across his lips.
"You payed little attention during your high school years didn't you?"
"I did." Claire said grinding her teeth together, it felt nice talking to someone, anyone, which included Wesker, but the insults could be held off.
"Then you would have known about his past, he was a fairly well known author."
"Well he wasn't known enough for me to known about him." Claire shot back.
"That's also true, but maybe your teachers were just crude at lessons; that brother of yours perhaps is fit example in that subject."
"Chris is a good man! He's taught me everything I know!" Claire said anger boiling inside her, no one talked bad about her brother.
"If he is such a good man, then why are you in my possession and not his?" Smirking that he got a spark out of Claire.
"He's going to come soon. Just you watch." She said, her brows furrowing in, anger causing her to clench her jaw.
"I wouldn't hold your hopes up just yet dear heart." He settled, going towards the fireplace.
"Why would I?" Claire questioned, her jaw tightened at his words.
"You wouldn't want to see your dear brother die so soon now, right?" He turned the fireplace just as the night before, then settling back into the arm chair, neutral.
"He's not going to die." Claire denied, stiffened at the word 'die'.
"What makes you believe that?"
"He's met you once already, hasn't he?" Claire said, lips in a thin line.
"He got lucky." Wesker was the one now stiff.
"Luck doesn't factor when you have abilities normal people don't." Claire concluded, smiling broad inside.
"Dear Heart, I had more important things to attend to, I won't give my precious time to an imbecile of a brother you have."
"You aren't so smart yourself you know, you couldn't even get that damn sample from Alexia." Claire mumbled straightening her slouch.
"But I was smart enough to get it from that child Steve." Wesker countered, making Claire freeze at the talk of Steve her eyes shifting slightly to see Wesker smirking at her.
"Don't you DARE talk about Steve you murderous , masochist, coward!" Claire said, aching with the thought of the man who professed his love for her before death took him away, only the memory being held in Claire's mind.
"He was useless anyways, just a offal." Wesker fed her flame of anger by emptying gasoline of insults to those dearest to her.
"You Bastard!" Claire attempted to slap Wesker, anger blinding her self control. Wesker caught her wrists, blocking the hit, squeezing them to show he had the upperhand. Claire felt that her wrist would shatter at any moment if any more pressure was applied, no sound left her, only the sharp intakes of angry breaths escaping her nostrils, her chest rising up and down. They both stared at each other, neither backing down from the argument. Claire took this opportunity to catch him off gaurd slaping him as hard as she could with her braced palm. She successfully inflicted, his head turned to the side, his glasses clattering to the floor,pain throbbed from her broken limp also. She smiled but quickly felt her head bang against the mahogany floors. A growled filled her hearing, she opened her eyes in a daze, seeing nothing she attempt to pull herself up, only to be pushed back down, this time by her wrists, hitting her head once again on the hard wood floors.
"Get off of me!" Claire yelled out arching her back, attempting to kick her way out of his grasps, pain not only throbbing in her hand but now her head. She felt her legs cease for movement and opened her eyes to see Wesker straddling her legs, putting his weight on her. Blushing from their position Claire turned the to look the other way, attempting to hide her growing embarrassment. They stayed in an awkward silence doubling the awkwardness with their position, all which felt like an eternity for Claire. Until finally Wesker released his grip from her arms, but still straddling her hips. Claire stayed still as she opened her eyes to a cold stoned face, it wasn't fear, but more of a warning look she received.
He leaned down to her earlobe, his cold breath tickled Claire's ear.
"Try that again dear heart, and you might have to worry about learning how to use your feet to hold a book." He stood up and clearly in a foul mood, left the quarters.
Claire stood up, dazed for a minuet, she dusted herself off, pouting at how she felt useless against Wesker, realizing she was close to the bookcase, which was a good 10 feet away from her previous area.
Throw me across the room will you?
Claire thought bitterly as she felt the bruising of her good wrist. Claire settle back onto the love seat, seeing the silver lining of the whole ordeal that just happened, she at least got away with driving Wesker out of the room.
But now I have no one to talk to.
She gazed into the fireplace in amazement, the fire licking out, exposing heat.
"I wish I could be like that fire, free to do whatever." She spoke to herself, the fire responding with its crackling.
I'm really going insane, aren't I?
A/N: sorry for the tad late update, I was busy with finals, but now it's summer! Woo! Okay save celebration for later, as I was saying, now I can update on time or faster if that :) and I dropped my AP Euro class because I didn't want to be struggling so that means no summer assignment which means free summer, and I'm sure you guys can figure the rest out. Lol. R&R, follow, and favorite, all that good stuff :3.
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