Disclaimer: Don't own them, just use them because I have no life.

A/N: I apologize so much for not posting sooner, I've been working two jobs and my computer has been on the fritz. Again, my apologies!

Meanwhile, Claire Redfield kneeled on a wooden floor, her hands and ankles bound tightly. Her holdings were dramatically different from the kind Leon had enjoyed. The room itself was above ground with beautiful wooden floors. A large four poster bed sat against one wall. The comforter was the deepest shade of red with a deeper satin underskirt.

An oak armoire matching the fine grain of the bed was placed against a blood red wall. Next to it was a large bay window. The stormy weather outside only added to the creepiness of the room. It was almost unsettling; a beautiful bed and bureau in such a naked, cold place.

"Do you like it?"

Claire snapped out of her reverie. "It's not bad for a psycho bitch."

Harmony was seated on the bed, gazing at Claire. "I'll forget you said that. You know, with the black eye and all."

"Thanks." Claire replied dryly.

She watched as Harmony climbed off the bed and approached her. Neither spoke while they regarded on another. Claire held the other woman's gaze as long as she could before the cold, dark eyes finally won. Redfield twisted her head away, the pit of her stomach knotting together.

"I brought you here for a very special reason, Claire." Harmony said.

"If you think I'll tell you---"

"No!" Harmony waved her hand dismissively. "I'm dreadfully bored with that whole thing. What I really want to talk about is your boyfriend."

Claire bravely faced those eyes again. "What?"

"Leon! I want to know all about him. Likes, dislikes, weaknesses ... what he's like in bed." Harmony sank to her knees next to Claire. "You know, just 'tween us girls."

"Go to Hell." Redfield hissed.

"Claire, Claire, Claire." She shook her blonde tendrils, sending them flying around well sculpted shoulders. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice."

Claire held her head high and defiant. Harmony slowly began to smile as she stared at her victim. Redfield held her own until she felt a slight tickle at the back of her head. She tried to shake off the feeling but it grew into a burn that spread throughout the whole of her body. Claire groaned, averting her eyes as a trickle of blood escaped her nose.

Harmony sighed. "Just how I imagined it. You are one lucky woman Claire Redfield."

"Wha-What did you do to me?" Claire spat blood as she spoke.

"Oh, it's a little gift from my daddy." Harmony explained. "Empathy. I get to feel all of your thoughts and emotions. But, I'm only allowed to see emotional ties. So don't worry about me finding your precious Sherry. I'm not that good yet."

Claire was beyond terrified. She wetted dry lips that were not beginning to cake was blood. This seemed to intrigue Harmony immensely. The tormentor inclined her head, as if she were a spider evaluating the worth if its catch. A few nerve wracking moments passed before Harmony grew bored. She stood slowly and stretched.

"We're alike, Claire, you and me." She raised herself to tip toe, gracefully. "We were both raised by strong men, and eventually became attractive, tough young women. But my father was a traitor like your bastard brother. Oh, no, my father was a patriot, almost royalty. He gave his life for his country, much like Chris believes he is."

Claire watched Harmony make her way to the armoire. She opened a top drawer and withdrew a tattered, battered proceline doll. The doll had blonde hair, vacant black eyes and wore a tattered red velvet dress. Harmony turned toward Claire, still cradling the doll.

"Every time they'd test me, Father would buy me a doll. But this one is my favorite. Father said she reminded him of me." Her voice was childlike.

Claire caught her breath. Those eyes, the hair, the undeniable beauty... "You're an Ashford."

Harmony's pitch black eyes snapped away from the doll. "Never will I claim that name. They never understood his ability – his genius. Not until... not until me. But now they will. They – everyone – will bow at my feet. Even your holier-than-thou brother." She paused. "Leon, too."

Without warning Harmony smashed her beloved toy against the oak drawer set. It broke into huge jagged pieces before hitting the floor with a thud. She went down to pick up the largest sharpest piece. She studied it before looking up at Redfield.

"Wanna see my dolly?"

Okay that's it!! I've got about another four pages written up. I'll get them typed ASAP! Thanks so much for sticking around to read everything guys!!