`Slow Chemicals into Wretched Veins`
An Original Resident Evil Fan Fiction
Pairings: Alexia Ashford/Albert Wesker.
Rating: R (Violence, Sadistic Scenes, Torture, Mild Sexual Content.)
Summary: Alexia Ashford has returned from the grave, and finds a partner in
Albert Wesker.
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The wonder of the world is gone and old for sure
All the wonder that I want I found in her
As a hole becomes a part that strikes a burn
And no flame returns
Every intuition fails to find it's way
One more table turned around and back again
Finding I'm more lost than found when she's not around
When she's not around I feel it coming down
Give me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be my chemical NOW
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be my chemical
When everybody wants you ( the chemical comes slow )
When everybody wants you (the chemical comes slow)
Slow and
Everybody wants you
Slow and
Everybody wants you, So
Give me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be the chemical
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
==================================
It was beautiful. She was beautiful. Back on Antarctica, he had never had a chance to take in her radiance, but as he viewed her there, mounted upon the body of one of her lowly workers, he couldn't help but admire the woman.
The way her body moved. The expression of almost orgasmic bliss that cross her face as she thrust that knife down into the man's chest cavity again and again. The way the blood sprayed up onto her deceptively angelic features was, in short, divine. It was the first time he had ever seen anyone capable of matching his own brutality. But Albert Wesker was not one to be taken in so easily. He would not forget that this was the woman who had humiliated him. Who had caused his new and improved body so much pain that he had to retreat, only to have Chris Redfield murder her in the end. He would not forget that.
Alexia's head tilted upwards with a little sigh of contentment. Her eyes moved about the exquisite replica of the Antarctica Manor ... and then she noticed she wasn't alone. Wesker took a few steps forward while a confident smile on his face, but Alexia simply stayed where she was. While her face was now of an expressionless nature, they seemed to be a glint of that old devious nature in her eyes.
"Alexia ... Returned from the dead, I see," he remarked cooly as his arms came to cross over his chest. Those repetilian eyes hidden behind dark shades watched her carefully, prepared to fend her off should she launch an attack. But ... she didn't. Infact, she seemed rather subdued.
"Correct. And as I've heard, you're not a stranger to such things," she said in that unmistakable, high-pitched voice. Just a notch higher and she could break glass. She took a step closer to Wesker, a smile slowly appeared upon her soft, pink lips. "Tell me. Are you here on your own accord, or are you still playing errand boy to that pathetic HCF company?"
Wesker's expression became far less cordial, if that was even possible, as he reached out a hand to grip at the woman's throat. He was surprised to find that she recoil, her beautiful face gasping for air. "I am no one's 'errand boy' ... and it would appear as if you're no longer the Queen Ant, are you? Oh, how sad, Alexia," he was grinning from ear to ear. This was his chance! His chance to avenge what she had done to him on Antarctica. He roughly slammed her frail form against the steps, his body laying on top of her's with his knee pressed painfully to her torso.
"W- ... Wait!" She managed to gasp out. Her face had contorted into an expression of pain ... She felt as if he were crushing her kidneys. She had never been exposed to such agony, not in her human form, at least. "I have a proposition!"
"Oh ... ? What is it? Give me a reason not to crush your skull," Wesker moved his hands to the sides of her head and began to apply pressure, causing Alexia to cry out once more.
"I can give you want you want, Albert! Together we can murder ... Chris Redfield!"
That caused him to let up, a thoughtful expression coming to his face. Was she speaking the truth, or did she just want to save her newly restored life. He removed his hands, but he made sure to keep her pinned. Her high intelligence level made her a worthy foe. "How?"
"I've been tracking him ... I'm very close to locating his current residence. Work for me ... I'll pay you double what HCF does, and I'll give you full control of the tasks you undertake. All I ask is that you leave that harlot Claire Redfield to die at my hands," Alexia said quickly as her head tilted back to rest against the red carpet that lined the steps. Her bosom rose and fell with each struggling breath as she attempt to regain her composure.
"Tell me more ... " He was interested, and why not? He was not a man who believed in loyalities. If a better offer came, changes would be made. Sure, he'd make another enemy ... but in his mind he was a God. Unstoppable and perfect in every way.
"Follow me to the dining room," Alexia said softly as Wesker removed himself from her, permitting her to get to her feet. The front of that purple, silk dress was adjusting rather haughtily as she stomped over towards the double doors on the left side of the main hall, with him at her heels.
It would be on this night that an unholy alliance would be born.
An Original Resident Evil Fan Fiction
Pairings: Alexia Ashford/Albert Wesker.
Rating: R (Violence, Sadistic Scenes, Torture, Mild Sexual Content.)
Summary: Alexia Ashford has returned from the grave, and finds a partner in
Albert Wesker.
==================================
The wonder of the world is gone and old for sure
All the wonder that I want I found in her
As a hole becomes a part that strikes a burn
And no flame returns
Every intuition fails to find it's way
One more table turned around and back again
Finding I'm more lost than found when she's not around
When she's not around I feel it coming down
Give me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be my chemical NOW
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be my chemical
When everybody wants you ( the chemical comes slow )
When everybody wants you (the chemical comes slow)
Slow and
Everybody wants you
Slow and
Everybody wants you, So
Give me what I could never ask for
Connect me and you could be the chemical
Give me the drug you know I'm after
Connect me and you could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
You could be the chemical
==================================
It was beautiful. She was beautiful. Back on Antarctica, he had never had a chance to take in her radiance, but as he viewed her there, mounted upon the body of one of her lowly workers, he couldn't help but admire the woman.
The way her body moved. The expression of almost orgasmic bliss that cross her face as she thrust that knife down into the man's chest cavity again and again. The way the blood sprayed up onto her deceptively angelic features was, in short, divine. It was the first time he had ever seen anyone capable of matching his own brutality. But Albert Wesker was not one to be taken in so easily. He would not forget that this was the woman who had humiliated him. Who had caused his new and improved body so much pain that he had to retreat, only to have Chris Redfield murder her in the end. He would not forget that.
Alexia's head tilted upwards with a little sigh of contentment. Her eyes moved about the exquisite replica of the Antarctica Manor ... and then she noticed she wasn't alone. Wesker took a few steps forward while a confident smile on his face, but Alexia simply stayed where she was. While her face was now of an expressionless nature, they seemed to be a glint of that old devious nature in her eyes.
"Alexia ... Returned from the dead, I see," he remarked cooly as his arms came to cross over his chest. Those repetilian eyes hidden behind dark shades watched her carefully, prepared to fend her off should she launch an attack. But ... she didn't. Infact, she seemed rather subdued.
"Correct. And as I've heard, you're not a stranger to such things," she said in that unmistakable, high-pitched voice. Just a notch higher and she could break glass. She took a step closer to Wesker, a smile slowly appeared upon her soft, pink lips. "Tell me. Are you here on your own accord, or are you still playing errand boy to that pathetic HCF company?"
Wesker's expression became far less cordial, if that was even possible, as he reached out a hand to grip at the woman's throat. He was surprised to find that she recoil, her beautiful face gasping for air. "I am no one's 'errand boy' ... and it would appear as if you're no longer the Queen Ant, are you? Oh, how sad, Alexia," he was grinning from ear to ear. This was his chance! His chance to avenge what she had done to him on Antarctica. He roughly slammed her frail form against the steps, his body laying on top of her's with his knee pressed painfully to her torso.
"W- ... Wait!" She managed to gasp out. Her face had contorted into an expression of pain ... She felt as if he were crushing her kidneys. She had never been exposed to such agony, not in her human form, at least. "I have a proposition!"
"Oh ... ? What is it? Give me a reason not to crush your skull," Wesker moved his hands to the sides of her head and began to apply pressure, causing Alexia to cry out once more.
"I can give you want you want, Albert! Together we can murder ... Chris Redfield!"
That caused him to let up, a thoughtful expression coming to his face. Was she speaking the truth, or did she just want to save her newly restored life. He removed his hands, but he made sure to keep her pinned. Her high intelligence level made her a worthy foe. "How?"
"I've been tracking him ... I'm very close to locating his current residence. Work for me ... I'll pay you double what HCF does, and I'll give you full control of the tasks you undertake. All I ask is that you leave that harlot Claire Redfield to die at my hands," Alexia said quickly as her head tilted back to rest against the red carpet that lined the steps. Her bosom rose and fell with each struggling breath as she attempt to regain her composure.
"Tell me more ... " He was interested, and why not? He was not a man who believed in loyalities. If a better offer came, changes would be made. Sure, he'd make another enemy ... but in his mind he was a God. Unstoppable and perfect in every way.
"Follow me to the dining room," Alexia said softly as Wesker removed himself from her, permitting her to get to her feet. The front of that purple, silk dress was adjusting rather haughtily as she stomped over towards the double doors on the left side of the main hall, with him at her heels.
It would be on this night that an unholy alliance would be born.
