Resident Evil
Weskers Desire
Title:Weskers Desire
Author: fan_fic_writer_uk (Dan)
Language: English
Rating: nc-17
Note- I do NOT own any of the resident evil (although as much as I'd like to), Capcom (and probably a few other companies) do.
a/n Thanks again for the wonderful reviews, it appears the stories a small success, they're keeping me writting this story. I'm really not sure when C/W are going to explore their more physical sides (for real) but hopefuly either in this chapter or the next they will have some interraction between each other. But then again theres no need to rush What else can I say other than keep reading and reviewing pleae guys
Chapter Three: Where Loyalties Lie
***
...He began by laying lightly speckled kisses upon her breast..gently never wanting to hurt her, wanting to tease her, to pleasue her, now and forever...God he'd wanted this, for so long and so much and now all he was living for was the moment, this moment with her. He felt her hand..her beautiful hand....reach slightly for his chin, cupping it softly. She pulled gently but firmly bringing his chin up to look directly at her face, to meet her eyes. She then gently reached behind his head, and slowly brought his lips to hers. As their lips met in the middle, the kiss soft, sweet and passionate, their tounges began dancing a duel, each determined and passion fueled, ever only giving in willingly to the others demands. As he kissed her and her him he gazed deeply into her eyes...blue, azure eyes, and he realised, lust glazed and love filled for him. God he loved her.
It was then the bullet ran home and struck her, causing her to stiffen mid kiss. A shot rang out within the darkened room and all Albert Wesker could see from then on before him was Claires' red blood flowing over him as she fell limp to the ground...and Alfred, a gun in hand, a smile upon his face looking at the scene infront of him. And all he could hear was the laughter, cold, cruel, insane laughter, mocking him,....for his weakness, his mistake...
With a start Wesker woke up, heart racing and sweat drenched within the large draughty room. He instincively began looking around the room for her, for Claire before the light of the situation came to him. "Just a dream....just a dream" he whispered to the room in between pants, trying to comfort himself, to calm himself. Very slowly he got up off the pile of matresses that had formed his bed in the disused room. Dizzily he tried to steady himself and focus his eyes. Now wide awake he reflected that sleep was no longer an option open to him,...he needed a walk, he needed air, he needed to think...and to choose..
The outside of the facility was bathed in pale sunlight, although Wesker failed to notice this whilst he walked around the perimeter, lost in his trail of thought. He knew the decisions he would soon have to make would be the deciding fact in his fate. It was either Umbrella, the company he had sold his soul to, or her, a person who held nothing practicaly advantegous to him, a person he had come to love. If he chose Umbrella he would continue to work for those two fools until a time came when he became useless to them, although he hoped by that time to be in a much more....managerial position, within the corperation. However if he followed his thoughts (feelings?) he could lose everything. His status, his power, his hopes and dreams reduced to nothing all for the sake of her love or rejection, of her approval or disapproval, of her feelings towards him ."It's just isn't worth it", he quietly told himself, "One girl is not worth the upheaval of all of my plans, of all my dreams"...There he told himself, he'd decided, Claire Redfield would die tonight as ordered and this would all be over finally, it was what he wanted after all....wasn't it?.
***
The day at the hotel had been uneventful to say the least, Claire reflected, however it had been rather hard on them all due to the facarde they all had to keep up and the worry each had of being caught. None of the group had risen from bed for brekfast, which had been at 6 (only hours after they checked into the hotel). As nightfall approached and the evening meal was being cooked Claire decided that she had to put in at least one appearance so as not to draw attention to herself. With a sigh she rolled off the double bed upon which she'd been stationed for most of most of the day and began to get ready for the meal.
The dinning hall Claire noticed as she entered it, like the rest of the hotel, was....expensive. Lavishly decorated, with art paintings and sculptures spread throughout it. The chairs were seated around a large antique oak table in the centre of the room/museum, in order to give the room the 'Ye old English' feel to it. By the time Claire had checked out around the room and looked fleetingly at the art works of it the dinner bell had been sounded, and she was being ushered into a seat by a rather plump midle aged blonde women. The lady, Claire noticed, looked rather homely and friendly on the surface but, her eyes, cold and distant, seemed to betray the permenant smile she wore on her face. Claire also realised as she sat down that the hotel appeared to be family run (or rather claimed to be) which explained why it lacked the staff, or rather gave an excuse for it.
The meal itself was of course like everything else of an extremely high quality. Each of the other members of the group had arrived and been seated by the time it was served up. There were about eight other 'regular' guests seated, Claire discovered as she looked around the table, and thankfully none took an intrest in striking up a conversation with her. The owner of the hotel, a 50 something year old, spent most of the meal time informing the other guests of the history of both the hotel and the area, so there were few silent moments when the guests were left to talk to each other. This was another blessing for the group as it meant thaat none of them had much time to talk amongst themselves, something they had all been worried to a certain degree about any conversation they did have with each other incse it seem fake and false to the other guests and that inturn incase they were discovered.
Once the agonising affair of the meal was over Claire made a hurried dash for her room as quickly as possible, eager to get out of it all. However there was little time to relax as by eleven that night she was due to meet at the groups rendevous point within the town square for the start of operation Genesis. The only problem she had now was the bugging of the room but the group had alrady planned for this. It had been decided that if the rooms were indeed bugged as expected then they were to continue as normal "We're going to be found out sooner or later" Chris had informed the group "Who cares as long as we're a hell of a long way out of there when it does happen?"
As eleven o'clock drew close Claire couldn't help but pace up and down the room. Waiting was something she was ever good at, even in childhood. Whilst looking out her rooms window she noticed both Jill and Carlos leave the hotel hand in hand. As prearranged they left the hotel first, although the show of affection had obviously not been in the plans. Up next were supposed to be Leon and Rebecca. Looking at her watch Claire noticed they were late..rather typical of them. Finally after about a quarter of an hour they emerged from the hotel, not quite pulling the whole thing off as comfortably as Jill and Carlos had done. This is it, Claire told herself anxiously, up next were her and Chris. She watched the clock hands of her watch move slowly, each second dragging on for an eternity, waiting for it all to begin. Finally the five minute waiting in between period was up. "Here goes" she mouthed to herself as she slowly closed her hotel door behind herself and she slowly walked down the halls lobby stairs to meet Chris and begin it all finally.
***
Within the Umbrella facility another soul was considering the upcoming events. Alfred Ashford was needlessly finalising his plan to the lifeless Alexia as he still felt an obligation to inform her alive or dead. "Dead to the world now my darling, but only for now" he told her in soothing tones. After finishing his speech to her he once again carefully inspected the scene in front of him.
Alexia was incased within a chamber, a clear fluid coating her up until her throat, herself seemingly asleep. He gazed at her face lovingingly, her face restored to its former glory. The restorement of Alexias' physical appearance had been on of the quickest results of the varriation/virus, it was however the process of bringing her back to the land of the living that was proving to be the more difficult task. The repairing of the cells of her body had been easy, despite the rupturing they'd sufered at the stand off between her and Chris Redfield. The problem was in her brain within the proccess of stimulating it back into function. However soon the varriation would overcome this setback, he told himself, and she would be restored to her former self and again she would be mistress of the family...his family. "They will pay my dear, my sweet dear", he reassured her, "They will pay for the harm they have caused to you...and to me". He placed a hand protectively to the glass, his voice dropping to a whisper, "My allegiance is only to you. I will not fail you, my sweet,... ever again.. you have my word"
***
Not so far away a tormented mind was also hurriedly deciding which side it was really on and inturn deciding the fate of many. "Who do I follow?", it screamed to itself, begging for an answer, "I've become far too involved with them...How could I let this happen?..Why?". Will I be able to let them die?, it asked,...Will I be able to take them to their deaths without once forewarning them? Can I do that? Who do I choose? Them, people eho trust me with all their hearts and souls?...or my people that need me in their hour of crisis?
***
a/n Well thats it for another chapter, a bit slow I think but I'm getting there. Please keeping reviewing my story as it really is a lifeline for it. Thanks once again and as usuall comments,etc welcome,
Dan
P.S I have recently changed my story settings so that anonymous readers can also review, so if you tried before to submit a review anonumously before and it wasn't accepted please review..I'd love to hear what you have to say.
Weskers Desire
Title:Weskers Desire
Author: fan_fic_writer_uk (Dan)
Language: English
Rating: nc-17
Note- I do NOT own any of the resident evil (although as much as I'd like to), Capcom (and probably a few other companies) do.
a/n Thanks again for the wonderful reviews, it appears the stories a small success, they're keeping me writting this story. I'm really not sure when C/W are going to explore their more physical sides (for real) but hopefuly either in this chapter or the next they will have some interraction between each other. But then again theres no need to rush What else can I say other than keep reading and reviewing pleae guys
Chapter Three: Where Loyalties Lie
***
...He began by laying lightly speckled kisses upon her breast..gently never wanting to hurt her, wanting to tease her, to pleasue her, now and forever...God he'd wanted this, for so long and so much and now all he was living for was the moment, this moment with her. He felt her hand..her beautiful hand....reach slightly for his chin, cupping it softly. She pulled gently but firmly bringing his chin up to look directly at her face, to meet her eyes. She then gently reached behind his head, and slowly brought his lips to hers. As their lips met in the middle, the kiss soft, sweet and passionate, their tounges began dancing a duel, each determined and passion fueled, ever only giving in willingly to the others demands. As he kissed her and her him he gazed deeply into her eyes...blue, azure eyes, and he realised, lust glazed and love filled for him. God he loved her.
It was then the bullet ran home and struck her, causing her to stiffen mid kiss. A shot rang out within the darkened room and all Albert Wesker could see from then on before him was Claires' red blood flowing over him as she fell limp to the ground...and Alfred, a gun in hand, a smile upon his face looking at the scene infront of him. And all he could hear was the laughter, cold, cruel, insane laughter, mocking him,....for his weakness, his mistake...
With a start Wesker woke up, heart racing and sweat drenched within the large draughty room. He instincively began looking around the room for her, for Claire before the light of the situation came to him. "Just a dream....just a dream" he whispered to the room in between pants, trying to comfort himself, to calm himself. Very slowly he got up off the pile of matresses that had formed his bed in the disused room. Dizzily he tried to steady himself and focus his eyes. Now wide awake he reflected that sleep was no longer an option open to him,...he needed a walk, he needed air, he needed to think...and to choose..
The outside of the facility was bathed in pale sunlight, although Wesker failed to notice this whilst he walked around the perimeter, lost in his trail of thought. He knew the decisions he would soon have to make would be the deciding fact in his fate. It was either Umbrella, the company he had sold his soul to, or her, a person who held nothing practicaly advantegous to him, a person he had come to love. If he chose Umbrella he would continue to work for those two fools until a time came when he became useless to them, although he hoped by that time to be in a much more....managerial position, within the corperation. However if he followed his thoughts (feelings?) he could lose everything. His status, his power, his hopes and dreams reduced to nothing all for the sake of her love or rejection, of her approval or disapproval, of her feelings towards him ."It's just isn't worth it", he quietly told himself, "One girl is not worth the upheaval of all of my plans, of all my dreams"...There he told himself, he'd decided, Claire Redfield would die tonight as ordered and this would all be over finally, it was what he wanted after all....wasn't it?.
***
The day at the hotel had been uneventful to say the least, Claire reflected, however it had been rather hard on them all due to the facarde they all had to keep up and the worry each had of being caught. None of the group had risen from bed for brekfast, which had been at 6 (only hours after they checked into the hotel). As nightfall approached and the evening meal was being cooked Claire decided that she had to put in at least one appearance so as not to draw attention to herself. With a sigh she rolled off the double bed upon which she'd been stationed for most of most of the day and began to get ready for the meal.
The dinning hall Claire noticed as she entered it, like the rest of the hotel, was....expensive. Lavishly decorated, with art paintings and sculptures spread throughout it. The chairs were seated around a large antique oak table in the centre of the room/museum, in order to give the room the 'Ye old English' feel to it. By the time Claire had checked out around the room and looked fleetingly at the art works of it the dinner bell had been sounded, and she was being ushered into a seat by a rather plump midle aged blonde women. The lady, Claire noticed, looked rather homely and friendly on the surface but, her eyes, cold and distant, seemed to betray the permenant smile she wore on her face. Claire also realised as she sat down that the hotel appeared to be family run (or rather claimed to be) which explained why it lacked the staff, or rather gave an excuse for it.
The meal itself was of course like everything else of an extremely high quality. Each of the other members of the group had arrived and been seated by the time it was served up. There were about eight other 'regular' guests seated, Claire discovered as she looked around the table, and thankfully none took an intrest in striking up a conversation with her. The owner of the hotel, a 50 something year old, spent most of the meal time informing the other guests of the history of both the hotel and the area, so there were few silent moments when the guests were left to talk to each other. This was another blessing for the group as it meant thaat none of them had much time to talk amongst themselves, something they had all been worried to a certain degree about any conversation they did have with each other incse it seem fake and false to the other guests and that inturn incase they were discovered.
Once the agonising affair of the meal was over Claire made a hurried dash for her room as quickly as possible, eager to get out of it all. However there was little time to relax as by eleven that night she was due to meet at the groups rendevous point within the town square for the start of operation Genesis. The only problem she had now was the bugging of the room but the group had alrady planned for this. It had been decided that if the rooms were indeed bugged as expected then they were to continue as normal "We're going to be found out sooner or later" Chris had informed the group "Who cares as long as we're a hell of a long way out of there when it does happen?"
As eleven o'clock drew close Claire couldn't help but pace up and down the room. Waiting was something she was ever good at, even in childhood. Whilst looking out her rooms window she noticed both Jill and Carlos leave the hotel hand in hand. As prearranged they left the hotel first, although the show of affection had obviously not been in the plans. Up next were supposed to be Leon and Rebecca. Looking at her watch Claire noticed they were late..rather typical of them. Finally after about a quarter of an hour they emerged from the hotel, not quite pulling the whole thing off as comfortably as Jill and Carlos had done. This is it, Claire told herself anxiously, up next were her and Chris. She watched the clock hands of her watch move slowly, each second dragging on for an eternity, waiting for it all to begin. Finally the five minute waiting in between period was up. "Here goes" she mouthed to herself as she slowly closed her hotel door behind herself and she slowly walked down the halls lobby stairs to meet Chris and begin it all finally.
***
Within the Umbrella facility another soul was considering the upcoming events. Alfred Ashford was needlessly finalising his plan to the lifeless Alexia as he still felt an obligation to inform her alive or dead. "Dead to the world now my darling, but only for now" he told her in soothing tones. After finishing his speech to her he once again carefully inspected the scene in front of him.
Alexia was incased within a chamber, a clear fluid coating her up until her throat, herself seemingly asleep. He gazed at her face lovingingly, her face restored to its former glory. The restorement of Alexias' physical appearance had been on of the quickest results of the varriation/virus, it was however the process of bringing her back to the land of the living that was proving to be the more difficult task. The repairing of the cells of her body had been easy, despite the rupturing they'd sufered at the stand off between her and Chris Redfield. The problem was in her brain within the proccess of stimulating it back into function. However soon the varriation would overcome this setback, he told himself, and she would be restored to her former self and again she would be mistress of the family...his family. "They will pay my dear, my sweet dear", he reassured her, "They will pay for the harm they have caused to you...and to me". He placed a hand protectively to the glass, his voice dropping to a whisper, "My allegiance is only to you. I will not fail you, my sweet,... ever again.. you have my word"
***
Not so far away a tormented mind was also hurriedly deciding which side it was really on and inturn deciding the fate of many. "Who do I follow?", it screamed to itself, begging for an answer, "I've become far too involved with them...How could I let this happen?..Why?". Will I be able to let them die?, it asked,...Will I be able to take them to their deaths without once forewarning them? Can I do that? Who do I choose? Them, people eho trust me with all their hearts and souls?...or my people that need me in their hour of crisis?
***
a/n Well thats it for another chapter, a bit slow I think but I'm getting there. Please keeping reviewing my story as it really is a lifeline for it. Thanks once again and as usuall comments,etc welcome,
Dan
P.S I have recently changed my story settings so that anonymous readers can also review, so if you tried before to submit a review anonumously before and it wasn't accepted please review..I'd love to hear what you have to say.