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 Well I guess I'll start off with the standard thankyou note, so here goes. Thankyou for the reviews blahblahblah you really keep me going blahblahblah keep it up blahblahblah, need I say more?
I know its been a few day since my last update but it's here now, so no complaining. Also can't a ceartain Rebecca obssessed reviewer be content with the fact that she's only had a minor role in this fic without requesting I kill her?..I guess not (truely disgusting!). Anyway, as well as writting this chapter I've also managed to work out a basic plot line for the rest of the fic so now I've just got to fill the stories out. As for the love scenes...they're coming!! Hopefully chapter eleven will see C/W getting a lot closer, but I make no promises as I'm prone to whole chapter lasting ideas. After the love scenes though this fic is far from over...there's SO much more to come so keep reading ( although that hardly encourages enthusiasm does it?)
Note-
" Denotes speech
* Claire's thoughts
^Wesker's thought
Chapter Eight: Just The Two of Us
There was silence, a deafaning silence, and darkness too, as inky and black as any night-time sky. The effects of the explosion had been truely devestating, rubble now littered one of the facilities underground corridors. The effects of the blast had also been hard hitting for the two people now lieing underneath the scattered debris, and it was a long time before either stirred from their unconcious states.
It was suprisingly Claire who woke first, her head hurting and her body bruised but only slightly the worse for wear. She led there for a while, her eyes bunched, playing over her last memories, trying to remeber where she was to and why she was there. In the past she had learnt it was always best to do this before possibly launching yourself into a stituation. It didn't take long to remember exactly what had happened, not something like that. The pictures inside her mind of Alexia laughing quickly formed, as did the caving in of the room. They quickly set about dispersing the dull aching thud she could feel within her head.
Slowly she forced a tired eyelid open and was then confronted by even darker blackness. It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before them, and it was then she noticed them. Two hands were snaked around her shoulders, two limp human hands. She wanted to scream but couldn't, her mouth was too dry, but she realised she had to get out of where she was, fast. Her breathing speed started rapidly fluctuating as she tried to pull herself up though the mass of weight on top of her, *I have to get out of this, I just have too*, she thougt anxiously.
Although she had seen much death around her, it still hit her hard when she saw human death, and those arms were definetly human. In her haste to push the over lieing weight off of her, she gained more than a few cuts and grazes on her arms, but she didn't care. She breathed a huge sigh of relief as she finally saw light seep through the gaps in the rubble. It was dim but it was light she thought gratefully. With a renewed vigor she began hastily parting a way forwards for herself, all the time concentrating on getting herself out of there. *My God I'm so lucky I landed near the top*, she thought thankfully as the last of the blocks of metal and scrap were shifted. It was as she was pulling herself out of the debris that she felt it. A hand was grabbing at her leg, she panicked.
Her heart began racing as she began kicking at the limb with her trainers, trying to pry it off of her leg, but the grip it had just tightened. It was then a thought struck her *Prehaps it's Chris, or one of the others...I've got to help them*. Quickly she replaced her leg with a hand she hoped for the other person to grab onto, it worked. *God their heavy* she thought as the hand began to shift its body upwards towards her, *Although it's probably due to all the scrap*. Slowly, very slowly, a second hand emerged from th small hole, and then finally the top of figures head. The figures usually blonde hair had been completely discolured by the smoke and dust that had swept over it during the explosion, for it now resembled charcoal. At first Claire didn't reconise the person, the hair was indistiguishable, it wasn't until she saw a pair of farmiliar sunglasses on their face that she finally realised who the person was. *Wesker...* she thought with total shock, and then when the shock set in she began debating whether she should leave him there, *It'd be what he deserved*. But these thoughts only lasted a few fleeting seconds before Claire made a real decision, one that she'd at least be able to live with. *I've got to help him, he is,..or was, no IS still alive. He may be evil but I'm not. Damm and to hell with the consequences, I've still got to help him, he's a person after all*. With that she proceeded to pull him out, and it was then as she was doing this that she saw the full extent of his injuries. Wounds seeped everywhere, on his left arm and leg, on his thighs, the largest being on his ribcage but the most worrying was on his right temple. In summary he was a bloodied mess. It took a while for him to reconise her, his focous was out. It was as she pulled the last of him out of the base's ruins that he eventually did. "Claire..." he muttered as he fell against her chest, falling once again into a state of unconciousness.
Going into autopilot, Claire instantly began climbing off the rubble and started looking for a room for them to both rest in. It took a while, but eventually she found one.
The room appeared to me a small medical room. There was a desk, a beside table lamp and chair, a bed and most importantly at the moment, a cupboard full of medical supplies. *Umbrella have a lot of rooms like this*, she thought wryly, *I take it a lot of accidents happen on a regular basis*. After checking the room out she then ran back to the corridor, her own injuries forgotten. Picking her way through the mass of scrap she once again made her way to Wesker. He was still lieing on top of the debris when she found him, completely dead to the world. Slowly she bent down to sit him up. Supporting him by putting her left arm around his left side and his right arm over her shoulder, she half dragged, half lifted him to the safe room. Now fully awake and feeling her strength returning, Claire realised actually how light Wesker was. He diidn't appear to be underweight or anything but was still terribly light for a man that size *Must be an effect of the virus* she thought.
It took a long time to drag him to the bed, and Claire realised as she neared it that she was still rather weak from the fall. Never the less she began to dress and clean his wound, using what basic first aid knowledge she could recall. *If only Chris could see me now, his arch-enemy at my mercy* she though ironically, *I wonder if he'd do the same*. Once finished she began to feel extremely tired and exauhsted herself from her little escapade. Slowly and tiredly she sat down in a chair by the bedside. *I may be tired, and I may have just needlessly saved him, but their is no way that I am sharing a bed with Albert Wesker*, she thought sleepily as she tried to get comfortable in the wooden chair.
***
It was the dream again. They were dancing in a large room, prehaps a ballroom. The song was lively but also intimate, truely blissful. She smiled a smile only she could muster, seductive, lust filled, love filled..happy. He in turn pulled her closer to him, fufilled, content, in love. Their bodies as they met both vigourously radiated warmth, heat, passion...love for the other. Then there was the kiss. She lent in, he pulled her closer staring into her and their lips touched, like a dream it was perfect as it happened. But then also like a dream realisation dawned and the beautiful man before her eyes crumbled to dust which quickly rose and was scattered by a sudden fierce wind. The last she saw within the dust was her beloved's other form. A monster gazed at her from with in it before the air swept that picture too away. She broke down in tears as Steve Burnside once again was gone from her reach. *Steve...Why did you have to leave me, there was everthing for us, we'd been through so much..Why?..WHY STEVE?...WHY?
***
Claire woke from her dream/nightmare to be confronted by another man's face before her own, Wesker's. However his gaze was nothing like Steve's, it was cold and mocking. "Well, well what have we here?", he sneered, "Miss Redfield, also known as Claire. Although I guess I should thank you for the hospitality you've undoubtably provided me, I won;t as we'd both know that I would be lieing. ^What happened? Why is she still here? Why did she help me?^.
"Wesker", Claire growled. *What the hell is he playing at?*
"In one, you are indeed as smart as you are beautiful ^Why did I say that?^, your definantly a Redfield.
"Wesker I'm not in a mood to play your sarcasm game, and your not in a position too either, she answered nodding at his bandages.
"Why because of these?" he asked in mock sadness, "I thought you would have guessed at least by now, especially after the recent events, that one of the effects of the virus is rapid body repair" he said patronisingly as he removed the bandages from his body to show clear undamaged skin, no scar, wound or indentation at all present.
*What the bloody hell is going on here?*
He continued, "And also I must inform you that you are now under my command, a prisnor if you like. I wouldn't try to resist, you'll only make it harder on yourself. Now get up off the chair and come with me. I for one plan to get out of this hell hole before it is blown sky high"
***
Well that was chapter eight. The plot once again thickens even more (it's in danger of going solid at present). As for the next chapters I've got ideas, particularly for a certian one that I'm half tempted to write now, but I'll wait. R/R, comment, give me your views, ideas, etc. The more reviews that I get, the quicker I write (my ego is rather dissapointingly that cheap). Keep me informed, especially if you have read but haven't reviewed yet, I really need to hear from you. Well I guess I better start crackin on chapter 9 then..see ya.
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 Well I guess I'll start off with the standard thankyou note, so here goes. Thankyou for the reviews blahblahblah you really keep me going blahblahblah keep it up blahblahblah, need I say more?
I know its been a few day since my last update but it's here now, so no complaining. Also can't a ceartain Rebecca obssessed reviewer be content with the fact that she's only had a minor role in this fic without requesting I kill her?..I guess not (truely disgusting!). Anyway, as well as writting this chapter I've also managed to work out a basic plot line for the rest of the fic so now I've just got to fill the stories out. As for the love scenes...they're coming!! Hopefully chapter eleven will see C/W getting a lot closer, but I make no promises as I'm prone to whole chapter lasting ideas. After the love scenes though this fic is far from over...there's SO much more to come so keep reading ( although that hardly encourages enthusiasm does it?)
Note-
" Denotes speech
* Claire's thoughts
^Wesker's thought
Chapter Eight: Just The Two of Us
There was silence, a deafaning silence, and darkness too, as inky and black as any night-time sky. The effects of the explosion had been truely devestating, rubble now littered one of the facilities underground corridors. The effects of the blast had also been hard hitting for the two people now lieing underneath the scattered debris, and it was a long time before either stirred from their unconcious states.
It was suprisingly Claire who woke first, her head hurting and her body bruised but only slightly the worse for wear. She led there for a while, her eyes bunched, playing over her last memories, trying to remeber where she was to and why she was there. In the past she had learnt it was always best to do this before possibly launching yourself into a stituation. It didn't take long to remember exactly what had happened, not something like that. The pictures inside her mind of Alexia laughing quickly formed, as did the caving in of the room. They quickly set about dispersing the dull aching thud she could feel within her head.
Slowly she forced a tired eyelid open and was then confronted by even darker blackness. It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before them, and it was then she noticed them. Two hands were snaked around her shoulders, two limp human hands. She wanted to scream but couldn't, her mouth was too dry, but she realised she had to get out of where she was, fast. Her breathing speed started rapidly fluctuating as she tried to pull herself up though the mass of weight on top of her, *I have to get out of this, I just have too*, she thougt anxiously.
Although she had seen much death around her, it still hit her hard when she saw human death, and those arms were definetly human. In her haste to push the over lieing weight off of her, she gained more than a few cuts and grazes on her arms, but she didn't care. She breathed a huge sigh of relief as she finally saw light seep through the gaps in the rubble. It was dim but it was light she thought gratefully. With a renewed vigor she began hastily parting a way forwards for herself, all the time concentrating on getting herself out of there. *My God I'm so lucky I landed near the top*, she thought thankfully as the last of the blocks of metal and scrap were shifted. It was as she was pulling herself out of the debris that she felt it. A hand was grabbing at her leg, she panicked.
Her heart began racing as she began kicking at the limb with her trainers, trying to pry it off of her leg, but the grip it had just tightened. It was then a thought struck her *Prehaps it's Chris, or one of the others...I've got to help them*. Quickly she replaced her leg with a hand she hoped for the other person to grab onto, it worked. *God their heavy* she thought as the hand began to shift its body upwards towards her, *Although it's probably due to all the scrap*. Slowly, very slowly, a second hand emerged from th small hole, and then finally the top of figures head. The figures usually blonde hair had been completely discolured by the smoke and dust that had swept over it during the explosion, for it now resembled charcoal. At first Claire didn't reconise the person, the hair was indistiguishable, it wasn't until she saw a pair of farmiliar sunglasses on their face that she finally realised who the person was. *Wesker...* she thought with total shock, and then when the shock set in she began debating whether she should leave him there, *It'd be what he deserved*. But these thoughts only lasted a few fleeting seconds before Claire made a real decision, one that she'd at least be able to live with. *I've got to help him, he is,..or was, no IS still alive. He may be evil but I'm not. Damm and to hell with the consequences, I've still got to help him, he's a person after all*. With that she proceeded to pull him out, and it was then as she was doing this that she saw the full extent of his injuries. Wounds seeped everywhere, on his left arm and leg, on his thighs, the largest being on his ribcage but the most worrying was on his right temple. In summary he was a bloodied mess. It took a while for him to reconise her, his focous was out. It was as she pulled the last of him out of the base's ruins that he eventually did. "Claire..." he muttered as he fell against her chest, falling once again into a state of unconciousness.
Going into autopilot, Claire instantly began climbing off the rubble and started looking for a room for them to both rest in. It took a while, but eventually she found one.
The room appeared to me a small medical room. There was a desk, a beside table lamp and chair, a bed and most importantly at the moment, a cupboard full of medical supplies. *Umbrella have a lot of rooms like this*, she thought wryly, *I take it a lot of accidents happen on a regular basis*. After checking the room out she then ran back to the corridor, her own injuries forgotten. Picking her way through the mass of scrap she once again made her way to Wesker. He was still lieing on top of the debris when she found him, completely dead to the world. Slowly she bent down to sit him up. Supporting him by putting her left arm around his left side and his right arm over her shoulder, she half dragged, half lifted him to the safe room. Now fully awake and feeling her strength returning, Claire realised actually how light Wesker was. He diidn't appear to be underweight or anything but was still terribly light for a man that size *Must be an effect of the virus* she thought.
It took a long time to drag him to the bed, and Claire realised as she neared it that she was still rather weak from the fall. Never the less she began to dress and clean his wound, using what basic first aid knowledge she could recall. *If only Chris could see me now, his arch-enemy at my mercy* she though ironically, *I wonder if he'd do the same*. Once finished she began to feel extremely tired and exauhsted herself from her little escapade. Slowly and tiredly she sat down in a chair by the bedside. *I may be tired, and I may have just needlessly saved him, but their is no way that I am sharing a bed with Albert Wesker*, she thought sleepily as she tried to get comfortable in the wooden chair.
***
It was the dream again. They were dancing in a large room, prehaps a ballroom. The song was lively but also intimate, truely blissful. She smiled a smile only she could muster, seductive, lust filled, love filled..happy. He in turn pulled her closer to him, fufilled, content, in love. Their bodies as they met both vigourously radiated warmth, heat, passion...love for the other. Then there was the kiss. She lent in, he pulled her closer staring into her and their lips touched, like a dream it was perfect as it happened. But then also like a dream realisation dawned and the beautiful man before her eyes crumbled to dust which quickly rose and was scattered by a sudden fierce wind. The last she saw within the dust was her beloved's other form. A monster gazed at her from with in it before the air swept that picture too away. She broke down in tears as Steve Burnside once again was gone from her reach. *Steve...Why did you have to leave me, there was everthing for us, we'd been through so much..Why?..WHY STEVE?...WHY?
***
Claire woke from her dream/nightmare to be confronted by another man's face before her own, Wesker's. However his gaze was nothing like Steve's, it was cold and mocking. "Well, well what have we here?", he sneered, "Miss Redfield, also known as Claire. Although I guess I should thank you for the hospitality you've undoubtably provided me, I won;t as we'd both know that I would be lieing. ^What happened? Why is she still here? Why did she help me?^.
"Wesker", Claire growled. *What the hell is he playing at?*
"In one, you are indeed as smart as you are beautiful ^Why did I say that?^, your definantly a Redfield.
"Wesker I'm not in a mood to play your sarcasm game, and your not in a position too either, she answered nodding at his bandages.
"Why because of these?" he asked in mock sadness, "I thought you would have guessed at least by now, especially after the recent events, that one of the effects of the virus is rapid body repair" he said patronisingly as he removed the bandages from his body to show clear undamaged skin, no scar, wound or indentation at all present.
*What the bloody hell is going on here?*
He continued, "And also I must inform you that you are now under my command, a prisnor if you like. I wouldn't try to resist, you'll only make it harder on yourself. Now get up off the chair and come with me. I for one plan to get out of this hell hole before it is blown sky high"
***
Well that was chapter eight. The plot once again thickens even more (it's in danger of going solid at present). As for the next chapters I've got ideas, particularly for a certian one that I'm half tempted to write now, but I'll wait. R/R, comment, give me your views, ideas, etc. The more reviews that I get, the quicker I write (my ego is rather dissapointingly that cheap). Keep me informed, especially if you have read but haven't reviewed yet, I really need to hear from you. Well I guess I better start crackin on chapter 9 then..see ya.