Category:Resident Evil
Title:Wesker's Desire
Author: fan_fic_writer_uk (Dan)
Email: fan_fic_writer_uk@yahoo.co.uk
Language: English
Rating: R (grrr)
Note- I don't own resident evil (like that needed saying)
a/n Well I told you that the next update time would be sooner and it is. Well anyway because of the short(-er) update time there's not much to say for obvious reasons. Oh wait, yes there is *smirk* (as if I could forget). Due to FF.net's (grossly incompetent and unwise) decision to drop all nc-17 stories I have had to drop the 'love scene' from this fic. However if they still decide to go with this banning despite the petition (www.petitiononline.com) then I have come up with an idea. If you still wish to view the adult material then email me and if I get enough replies I will write it and just cut it from FF.net. Obviously knowing me the 'scene' won't just be sex but also include other stuff like dialogue and both C/W's thoughts and feelings so even if your not into nc-17 stuff you might still want to see it. I realise that some readers will find it adds to their enjoyment of this fic plus it will allow them to relate to later chapters better if they read a love (yep love not just sex) scene. Other readers may of course not want to take me up on this offer...your call. BTW email me....I'd *hate* to use the review system as a sort of message board. This email system also means that readers will have to actively request the content and if they don't then their enjoyment won't be impaired.
Also in other news like wow I got a flame. Well what can I say as this girl didn't leave her email I can't tell her personally but if she'd read this whole fic (and I'm not convinced she did) she might have noticed that I haven't exactly structured it so as to have them bounding off into the sunset together....it's angst (dating rofl....the movies with Wesker). A follow up story isn't going to be 'The bride of Wesker' or 'Marrying a Tyrant'. Okay so I'm totally making fun of my flame and perhaps being slightly bitchy about it but I guess I just find it amusing and humour is a great way to deal with *rejection* (yeah I'm sobbing here).
Anyway on with the fic (I seem to say that a lot)
Chapter 12- *Friendship* and Potential
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"A what?" Claire answered in complete disbelief, here was Albert Wesker, ALBERT WESKER, offering her friendship of a sort, FRIENDSHIP. "Exactly what I said, a truce, it's far from ideal or preferable I know but given the situation I believe it presents itself as a worthwhile option for the both of us". "This isn't a business deal Wesker, so don't make it sound like one" a pause, a sigh and then "If I do agree it'd just be an.... arrangement" Claire replied somewhat reluctantly. "Because that's so different" Wesker said with sarcasm yet his face remained completely serious, "Look Claire dress it up as whatever you want. I'm not any happier than you about it but it's going to make it much easier for me and possibly you to get out of here if I don't have to worry about you every two minutes". Claire sighed both inwardly and outwardly, "Fine Wesker I agree but don't you dare patronise me. I don't need you and if I remember rightly it was you who demanded my company. I'll suffice without you, I've survived against all odds before, this is hardly new to me". Wesker smirked "Oh yes I remember your the super strong, genetically advanced Tyrant and not just an injured human who has no hope of getting out of here alive and shouldn't even still be for that matter". Claire paused getting ready to say something and looked directly at him, her eyes seemingly defying the shades which covered his. In one breath she said "Then why am I Wesker? Why am I still alive?".
And for that Wesker had no reply, there was no reason for her to still be here, still be alive. He could survive without her, he knew that and she knew that. He shook his head condescendingly as he composed himself and displayed one of his painted sly grins on his face as he said "Why do you think? Not only does it help to safe-guard my escape but when your brother finds out...I for one would like to be there, in fact I will be. He won't leave here without you unless he has confirmation of your death". It was lying of a sort but completely believable coming from the likes of Wesker. There was a lengthy pause and Claire asked curiously "Why do you hate him so much? I mean he has a reason for hating you after what you did but why do you hate him? You despised him before he even knew the real you, what you were capable of, why?". The question took Wesker completely by surprise, he didn't even know why he hated so much. All he knew was that he had a hell of a lot of embitterment and resentment and he hated Chris and that was who he directed it all at. "I don't need to justify myself to you, I have my own reasons, they are none of your concern" was the only reply that Claire got. "So you don't have a reason then?". "I have my reasons I just don't need to tell you them as I already said" Wesker said, anger entering his voice slightly. Claire paused again, then decisively as if she had been making up her mind about asking it said "Do you always hide your feelings on everything Wesker because you've definitely got them. Do you just have a problem in showing them?"
Something changed in the room then, at the time it was unnoticeable but with hindsight it could easily be seen. It was impossible to exactly describe it or pinpoint what it was but something changed between the two. The hate lost it's edge, it wasn't as vile as before. The detestment became slightly more bearable. The distance between them shortened. All were still there like many of the other negative feelings but they all lessened somewhat. None had disappeared that was for sure but it was a start, and that meant potential.
The girl was good, psychology class had really paid off for her, even if they were never completed. "...feelings are not something I pretend to have or know much about Claire, despite what you claim" Wesker said trying to keep on top of a conversation that was rapidly spiralling away from him. "You don't believe you have feelings Wesker?, your wrong and you know it. Your still human whether you choose to believe it or not. Your actions show that". "My actions? Hardly compassionate are they? Hardly those of a normal human? as you've already taken pleasure in telling me" "And your rivalry with Chris is that of a complete Tyrant? It's hardly in keeping with the Tyrant ethos. After all your emotionally involved with him and that's undoubtedly a human quality, not a beasts". Wesker said nothing, instead he let out a long laugh to himself. When he calmed down he asked her "Why do you feel the need to try and see the best in me? I'm not a nice person to say the least and I'll be the first to admit it. Your trying to find something that's not there, I suggest you stop, you'll be disappointed and this game is fast becoming tiring". Claire looked at him, ready to lecture him some more but instead let herself a grin "Worried as to what you might find out about yourself Wesker?" she said making a half-joke even she was shocked that she made. Wesker saw the opportunity that she was throwing him and this time decided to take it. ^It'll make things easier if I play along with her^ he mused, once again trying to reassure himself that his decisions were for the mission. "You should be more worried about what you'll find out about me if you push it, not my feelings...remember? I don't have any". The joke was weak, in fact both were and weak was an understatement for them, but they were important. Small important steps that would lead to much heartache and much sorrow, but these were their purpose and that was how it was.
Both could feel it. The atmosphere in the room was changing and each knew it, but they couldn't stop it. Slowly they were letting down their guard down to the other although neither wanted to but it was fast becoming inevitable. The longer you spend with someone the harder it is to hide yourself and both were fast finding that out. The relationship between them was like a china store though, liable to come crashing down at any moment....a sly or misplaced sarcastic comment could all to easily be the cause.
***
You are strong, I am weak, Indeed I am but the humble ant to you my queen. I'll guard with my life although you need me not, And hope that one day I might deserve your love. I love you with my heart, I love you with my soul, You are in my prayers and my dreams are full of you. A second glance from you can make my heart soar, To hear you content is enough to make me want to die for you. My heart is yours, my life is yours, I'll follow in your shadow wherever you may go. I'll see to it no single tear comes to your eyes, For you are a Goddess my dear sister Alexia
Alfred sang the verses in his standard giggly sing-songy sort of voice, tinged with the dementia that was an almost permanent part of him. He did this as he half-limped, half-walked along the long winding corridors, apparently not noticing the destruction all around him. Perhaps he couldn't see it or had chosen not to...prehaps he was to far gone mentally once again for noticing details. All he knew in that damaged body and mind of his was where he was going and what he'd do when he got there. Why was simple, as always... for the Ashford family name, for his family, for it's honour... for Alexia.
***
The two led as apart as could possibly be in the single bed, not moving an inch closer to the other, however emotionally they were starting to make some progress. It might not seem like much, but given the history between them, or rather him and her brother, it was remarkable. Claire had no idea what was going on between her and Wesker except she felt that most of the danger she faced from him had faded if not passed. For the first time since she had entered the building she could see a light at the end of the tunnel, she might get out of here. Wesker on the other hand was starting to get worried. He seriously didn't like the shift of power in the room. He could feel his own strength refusing to lend itself to him as he found it harder and harder to keep up his exterior and it's nature. It might not have been obvious to Claire, or to anyone else for that matter but Wesker was slipping, and once he slipped he'd find it near impossible to get back up. Anger and coldness were only working short term and Wesker was beginning to feel worn down, and his reserves were running low. Maybe it was because his body and mind were still weak that this was so, but it didn't matter why, it was happening and it was scary. A barrier can only be kept up for so long....nobody's is totally impregnable and it can be a confession of love or a just a pathetic joke that weakens it, were only all human if we can put them up around ourselves......each to his own.
"So Wesker if we're going to do this whole truce thing and seeing we've got time on our hands, how about you answer a few questions I've got".....slippery slope.
***
a/n Okay that's it. I realise it's shorter but the stuff that happens in the chapter means that. Also some of you people haven't had to email me for me to be motivated into posting it so that's on the plus side...no complaining lol.
Right hopefully chapter 13 will be the build-up to the most important part of this fic (well the most for now maybe....your view might change later on). Reviews as always loved and appreciated.
Dan
Note- I don't own resident evil (like that needed saying)
a/n Well I told you that the next update time would be sooner and it is. Well anyway because of the short(-er) update time there's not much to say for obvious reasons. Oh wait, yes there is *smirk* (as if I could forget). Due to FF.net's (grossly incompetent and unwise) decision to drop all nc-17 stories I have had to drop the 'love scene' from this fic. However if they still decide to go with this banning despite the petition (www.petitiononline.com) then I have come up with an idea. If you still wish to view the adult material then email me and if I get enough replies I will write it and just cut it from FF.net. Obviously knowing me the 'scene' won't just be sex but also include other stuff like dialogue and both C/W's thoughts and feelings so even if your not into nc-17 stuff you might still want to see it. I realise that some readers will find it adds to their enjoyment of this fic plus it will allow them to relate to later chapters better if they read a love (yep love not just sex) scene. Other readers may of course not want to take me up on this offer...your call. BTW email me....I'd *hate* to use the review system as a sort of message board. This email system also means that readers will have to actively request the content and if they don't then their enjoyment won't be impaired.
Also in other news like wow I got a flame. Well what can I say as this girl didn't leave her email I can't tell her personally but if she'd read this whole fic (and I'm not convinced she did) she might have noticed that I haven't exactly structured it so as to have them bounding off into the sunset together....it's angst (dating rofl....the movies with Wesker). A follow up story isn't going to be 'The bride of Wesker' or 'Marrying a Tyrant'. Okay so I'm totally making fun of my flame and perhaps being slightly bitchy about it but I guess I just find it amusing and humour is a great way to deal with *rejection* (yeah I'm sobbing here).
Anyway on with the fic (I seem to say that a lot)
Chapter 12- *Friendship* and Potential
***
"A what?" Claire answered in complete disbelief, here was Albert Wesker, ALBERT WESKER, offering her friendship of a sort, FRIENDSHIP. "Exactly what I said, a truce, it's far from ideal or preferable I know but given the situation I believe it presents itself as a worthwhile option for the both of us". "This isn't a business deal Wesker, so don't make it sound like one" a pause, a sigh and then "If I do agree it'd just be an.... arrangement" Claire replied somewhat reluctantly. "Because that's so different" Wesker said with sarcasm yet his face remained completely serious, "Look Claire dress it up as whatever you want. I'm not any happier than you about it but it's going to make it much easier for me and possibly you to get out of here if I don't have to worry about you every two minutes". Claire sighed both inwardly and outwardly, "Fine Wesker I agree but don't you dare patronise me. I don't need you and if I remember rightly it was you who demanded my company. I'll suffice without you, I've survived against all odds before, this is hardly new to me". Wesker smirked "Oh yes I remember your the super strong, genetically advanced Tyrant and not just an injured human who has no hope of getting out of here alive and shouldn't even still be for that matter". Claire paused getting ready to say something and looked directly at him, her eyes seemingly defying the shades which covered his. In one breath she said "Then why am I Wesker? Why am I still alive?".
And for that Wesker had no reply, there was no reason for her to still be here, still be alive. He could survive without her, he knew that and she knew that. He shook his head condescendingly as he composed himself and displayed one of his painted sly grins on his face as he said "Why do you think? Not only does it help to safe-guard my escape but when your brother finds out...I for one would like to be there, in fact I will be. He won't leave here without you unless he has confirmation of your death". It was lying of a sort but completely believable coming from the likes of Wesker. There was a lengthy pause and Claire asked curiously "Why do you hate him so much? I mean he has a reason for hating you after what you did but why do you hate him? You despised him before he even knew the real you, what you were capable of, why?". The question took Wesker completely by surprise, he didn't even know why he hated so much. All he knew was that he had a hell of a lot of embitterment and resentment and he hated Chris and that was who he directed it all at. "I don't need to justify myself to you, I have my own reasons, they are none of your concern" was the only reply that Claire got. "So you don't have a reason then?". "I have my reasons I just don't need to tell you them as I already said" Wesker said, anger entering his voice slightly. Claire paused again, then decisively as if she had been making up her mind about asking it said "Do you always hide your feelings on everything Wesker because you've definitely got them. Do you just have a problem in showing them?"
Something changed in the room then, at the time it was unnoticeable but with hindsight it could easily be seen. It was impossible to exactly describe it or pinpoint what it was but something changed between the two. The hate lost it's edge, it wasn't as vile as before. The detestment became slightly more bearable. The distance between them shortened. All were still there like many of the other negative feelings but they all lessened somewhat. None had disappeared that was for sure but it was a start, and that meant potential.
The girl was good, psychology class had really paid off for her, even if they were never completed. "...feelings are not something I pretend to have or know much about Claire, despite what you claim" Wesker said trying to keep on top of a conversation that was rapidly spiralling away from him. "You don't believe you have feelings Wesker?, your wrong and you know it. Your still human whether you choose to believe it or not. Your actions show that". "My actions? Hardly compassionate are they? Hardly those of a normal human? as you've already taken pleasure in telling me" "And your rivalry with Chris is that of a complete Tyrant? It's hardly in keeping with the Tyrant ethos. After all your emotionally involved with him and that's undoubtedly a human quality, not a beasts". Wesker said nothing, instead he let out a long laugh to himself. When he calmed down he asked her "Why do you feel the need to try and see the best in me? I'm not a nice person to say the least and I'll be the first to admit it. Your trying to find something that's not there, I suggest you stop, you'll be disappointed and this game is fast becoming tiring". Claire looked at him, ready to lecture him some more but instead let herself a grin "Worried as to what you might find out about yourself Wesker?" she said making a half-joke even she was shocked that she made. Wesker saw the opportunity that she was throwing him and this time decided to take it. ^It'll make things easier if I play along with her^ he mused, once again trying to reassure himself that his decisions were for the mission. "You should be more worried about what you'll find out about me if you push it, not my feelings...remember? I don't have any". The joke was weak, in fact both were and weak was an understatement for them, but they were important. Small important steps that would lead to much heartache and much sorrow, but these were their purpose and that was how it was.
Both could feel it. The atmosphere in the room was changing and each knew it, but they couldn't stop it. Slowly they were letting down their guard down to the other although neither wanted to but it was fast becoming inevitable. The longer you spend with someone the harder it is to hide yourself and both were fast finding that out. The relationship between them was like a china store though, liable to come crashing down at any moment....a sly or misplaced sarcastic comment could all to easily be the cause.
***
You are strong, I am weak, Indeed I am but the humble ant to you my queen. I'll guard with my life although you need me not, And hope that one day I might deserve your love. I love you with my heart, I love you with my soul, You are in my prayers and my dreams are full of you. A second glance from you can make my heart soar, To hear you content is enough to make me want to die for you. My heart is yours, my life is yours, I'll follow in your shadow wherever you may go. I'll see to it no single tear comes to your eyes, For you are a Goddess my dear sister Alexia
Alfred sang the verses in his standard giggly sing-songy sort of voice, tinged with the dementia that was an almost permanent part of him. He did this as he half-limped, half-walked along the long winding corridors, apparently not noticing the destruction all around him. Perhaps he couldn't see it or had chosen not to...prehaps he was to far gone mentally once again for noticing details. All he knew in that damaged body and mind of his was where he was going and what he'd do when he got there. Why was simple, as always... for the Ashford family name, for his family, for it's honour... for Alexia.
***
The two led as apart as could possibly be in the single bed, not moving an inch closer to the other, however emotionally they were starting to make some progress. It might not seem like much, but given the history between them, or rather him and her brother, it was remarkable. Claire had no idea what was going on between her and Wesker except she felt that most of the danger she faced from him had faded if not passed. For the first time since she had entered the building she could see a light at the end of the tunnel, she might get out of here. Wesker on the other hand was starting to get worried. He seriously didn't like the shift of power in the room. He could feel his own strength refusing to lend itself to him as he found it harder and harder to keep up his exterior and it's nature. It might not have been obvious to Claire, or to anyone else for that matter but Wesker was slipping, and once he slipped he'd find it near impossible to get back up. Anger and coldness were only working short term and Wesker was beginning to feel worn down, and his reserves were running low. Maybe it was because his body and mind were still weak that this was so, but it didn't matter why, it was happening and it was scary. A barrier can only be kept up for so long....nobody's is totally impregnable and it can be a confession of love or a just a pathetic joke that weakens it, were only all human if we can put them up around ourselves......each to his own.
"So Wesker if we're going to do this whole truce thing and seeing we've got time on our hands, how about you answer a few questions I've got".....slippery slope.
***
a/n Okay that's it. I realise it's shorter but the stuff that happens in the chapter means that. Also some of you people haven't had to email me for me to be motivated into posting it so that's on the plus side...no complaining lol.
Right hopefully chapter 13 will be the build-up to the most important part of this fic (well the most for now maybe....your view might change later on). Reviews as always loved and appreciated.
Dan