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Warning: there may be some violence (in Claire's dream) being played out in this chapter.
Guardian Angel
Chapter Four
It was time to ask the question.
Leon and Claire finished eating dinner, and had a small conversation while walking to their car. They were walking down the street outside a park, and Leon had been more confident to ask that simple question of trust, commitment, and love. Once sitting by the bench, right across their car, Leon managed to get down on one knee, holding out a small box with a ring, getting Claire confused, yet surprised, but seeing the signs there might be some commitment of some sort involved.
"Claire, will you marry me?" said Leon, getting straight to the point.
"Y-yes, Leon. I will marry you," Claire smiled, letting Leon slip the ring on her finger and gave in to a kiss.
A figure was standing not too far away, hiding behind a tree, looking at Leon and Claire. With a small, faint smile appearing on his face, he thought it was time to let the two alone for more private intimate moments.
"Claire...you're happy. At least the angels are watching..." the man whispered and walked away.
Laying quietly asleep, Claire frowned, with a dream, no, a nightmare occurring in her mind. Her hands grasped the blanket, it was as if this nightmare had changed her life. Even her point of view at love. Something more than just love had happened, knowing for the first time other than her brother had loved her.
Rockfort Island...
Antarctica...
It was something that lingered in her mind...
The figure of Steve Burnside..no. All the memories of him. After retrieving his body from the now deceased Albert Wesker, Claire had managed to give a peaceful burial in remembrance of Steve. The memory of Steve had saved Claire from taking any more risks, and had brought her to Leon.
It was as if being in a setup, with someone dead letting you love someone you would've never had thought of loving at all.
Her eyes looked forward. It was as if Claire had made a wrong decision. The commitment to marry Leon soon, to forever love him, to forever respect him for being by her side. Maybe things that shouldn't have had happened did, and it may have been the right thing to do too.
Now the nightmare started fading away, to a dream. So many light colors. White. A faint smile appeared across her face, a feeling of some accomplishment. Marriage. It felt so real, but all she was doing was taking a part of this wonderful event that was yet to come.
Looking at faint illusion of herself from afar, Claire plainly glanced at everyone, who were in awe as the illusion of Leon and her to be wed was being played out. With this confusion, Claire closed her eyes, getting deeper into her dream.
Back at the tombstone, of her grave. This was still unknown to her, a false temptation to maybe kill herself, yet a thirst to break away from her relationship with Leon. A small phrase was embedded in the tombstone: "May the 'Guardian Angel' be with Claire." Raising her eyebrow, with an expression of being confused on her face, all she could think of was who this guardian angel may be.
Claire had been seeing signs of angels, through dreams, and through reality. It might have to be time for her guardian angel to be revealed. She wasn't a religious girl before, but now as a woman, Claire knew that believing in doing good can always lead to happiness. That's why she changed. Not only because Chris wanted Claire to have a new image, but to also start life anew, as a person who can actually have a heart.
A heart of gold.
"My faith shall guide me," Claire thought, "my heart is what keeps me alive, and my dreams too."
Looking at the floor, it became soil. Blood splattered.
A gun dropped on the ground, along with a body...
The facial expression on the person was a smile.
Looking closer at the person, Claire gave out a big gasp, and her eyes watered. It was Claire, herself, yet it was only a dream, so nothing to worry about, Claire had thought. Sighing once more, she began to walk around in her environment.
Back at Rockfort Island.
With each blow to a zombies head, the confident Claire had managed to break away from getting herself killed by an undead. Through her actions, Claire was confident, yet in her eyes, there was a sign of fear. Something that cannot be explained at all, unless a secret has been revealed.
"Why do I have to face myself?" Claire said, feeling like a ghost looking at the past self of hers.
"All just a setup? Playing with my mind? No. This cannot be. Something's going on, it needs to be explained!" she frowned, getting down on her knees, frowning in anger.
Her heart was racing, and the sudden feeling of hate began to rush in her blood. The temptation to kill. Bloodshed. Suicide. Angels. All were a mystery to Claire, and had been affecting her daily lifestyles, making her so quiet, mysterious in ways she could've never imagined. Once a lively girl, now so serene, peaceful, but feeling independent and yet being a bit of an individualist.
Quickly gasping for air, Claire had just woken up. Sighing, thinking that it was only a dream, Claire looked to her left, seeing that Leon was already awake. Getting out of bed, Claire first fixed the bed and afterwards brushed her teeth, so that whenever she's around people, there wouldn't be any morning breath.
Making her way downstairs in her pajamas, Claire stretched in a very girlish yet ladylike way, and made her way to the kitchen. Seeing that Leon was too lazy to cook breakfast, Claire found it better off to join him in eating cereal. Grabbing a bowl and spoon, she broke the silence.
"Good morning, Leon," Claire poured herself some cereal, then pouring milk in the bowl.
"Morning," smiled Leon, who gave Claire a quick peck on the cheek, and continued to eat breakfast.
Claire began to eat her cereal, "How do we explain to my brother our whole situation? We don't have to tell everyone else, but we seriously have to explain to Chris what's going on."
"Oh? The right time will come, there will be signs," Leon replied, saying not clearly due to the fact food was in his mouth.
"Aww, c'mon! There must be more things for you to say!" Claire thought to herself, eating and being so very plain in facial expression.
"Today, we'll just be resting up, and within the next few weeks we have to plan our wedding, first we need a wedding planner. Oh yes! Jill's a wedding planner," Leon remembered, "we could ask her for help."
"Wow, you remembered! Great idea!" Claire jumped, almost spilling the bowl of cereal on herself.
Claire giggled a bit, and making Leon just smile at her.
He quietly looked through the window, wrapped in a warm outfit, and a long white coat. It was as if this person was a stalker, but no, he must be this 'Guardian Angel' Claire has been waiting for. His identity has been kept a secret, since Claire will be the only one who will have the ability to see him, since he's her 'Guardian Angel.'
Steve Burnside was back...but not alive.
He's only there to guide Claire for the upcoming events in life.
** Not to worry! Not a Steve/Claire fic for crying out loud! For all the feedback I had received, thank you so much! Thanks for making this fanfiction continue and making it possible for me!! 3 **