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It was 12:49am when Claire woke up feeling as though something wasn't right. Looking around the room and finding it clear of any threats she then lies back down completely satisfied. As she ties to get comfortable something moves beside her. Praying to god that it's just the dog she slowly turns around to face it.

Please be the dog………Please god let it be the dog………

As soon as she turned, now facing who every it was, she opened her eyes to see Chris. What was he doing here? And why the hell is he in her bed? She decided that her best option was to wake him up and then kick the shit out of him. But when she touched his arm something inside her told her that something was wrong. So she turned to her night stand, grabbed the phone, and called the only person that popped in her head. Jill Valentine.

"Uh…Hello?" She sounded like a 50 year old women who smokes too much.

"Jill it's me. Claire."

"Claire do you have any idea what time it is?"

"I'm sorry to wake you but there's something wrong with Chris. I think he's dead."

Claire could tell that Jill was trying to decide if she should believe her or not.

"Claire listen to me. Chris is just being a jerk. He's probable just not answering the phone…."

"Jill he's not at home."

"What do you mean?"

"He's right here in my bed. Jill he's cold. What do I do?"

But before Jill could answer Claire lets out an unbelievably high pinched scream that makes her drop the phone in pain.

"Will you shut the fuck up Claire." The person puts their hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming any further.

"Now just calm down and you may just live to see the morning." At this point Claire slowly tries to calm down but her fear returns as a hand moves down her body and stops at her stomach. There's something familiar about this, but what? Then it dawns on her who it is that now stands behind her. Albert Wesker.

Wesker thought about it killing Claire right that second but decided against it. He wanted to 'play' with Claire before he would make any decisions but if she screamed like that again he might have to sow her mouth shut. After all he wasn't planning on kissing her. As he held Claire Redfield close to him, he found himself feeling something that made him want to puke.

What the hell……what is with this girl……?

He looked down at Claire to see the same look, which he imagined he had on himself, on her face. Was she thinking the same thing as he was? Then again what was he thinking of? Yeah sure Claire Redfield was cute and all that other mushy stuff but why was he feeling this way?

Do I have feelings for……NO! There's no way I would……Come on she's cute and hot looking……Shut up Wesker and start talking to her not to yourself……

He was pulled out of his thoughts as Claire put her hands over his own. Now feeling embarrassed he let's go of her and steps back a few steps. Not paying any attention to what he's doing Wesker trips over his own feet and lands on his ass. Paying to god that Claire might have used this unusual opportunity to get away, he looks up to see her staring at him.

Why is she still here…? And why is she looking at me………is she looking at my face or at my……… No frigging way is she looking there………Do something you idiot!

As Wesker argued with himself Claire slowly walked over to where he was. She slowly bent down so that she was at eye level and before Wesker could do any thing he felt a large amount of pain all of a sudden.

"Tell me what you did to my brother and I'll consider letting you keep you dick."

Unable to speak Wesker did the only thing he could do. Nod his he. How could this happen? Wesker didn't know how low he could possible go. Here he was at the mercy of Claire Redfield feeling like the biggest idiot every.


Thank you for the reviews. I would like to thank Skye Wesker any way hope you like this one. You know what to do and I'll see you next time...Chow.