( Authors note, I do not own Resident Evil ( WHY!), glad that's of my chest.)

Her thoughts were clear, she sat in the bed hugging her knees. The lights were off and the night was silent save for her own heart beat, oddly steady for the trouble she was in. Her face had a few salt trails on her cheeks, from tears long since dried up. When she had awoke, she had wanted to scream. Her mind, full of feelings, that she couldn't handle! Firstly she felt love, and she hated that, that wrong love she had for Wesker. Secondly she felt fear, fear for her brother, she knew he was walking into a trap. Thirdly she was torn! Who would she stand next to, when the time came and Wesker and Chris faced of again. Fourthly……she was filled with wonder. She had seen her self in a passing window, as the men brought her to this room, she looked the same, the same Clair,……but not the same. She could feel the difference in her body, she was infected with something, something that mad her different……what had he done?

She stood and paced the room. She couldn't put her finger on it though, just subtle changes, secret changes. At first when she woke, she had cried a little, but then she realized, she hated those women, who cried when something went wrong. What do tears do for Chris? They cant stop him from dieing! What do tears do for Wesker, they don't make him less real! What do tears do for me, they sure the hell don't get me out of this room! She felt the rage bubbling up inside, she wanted out of here right now! She wanted to be with Chris, and Jill, ( well not really Jill, but……) she wanted to be with Carlos and Leon, in Canada, fighting Umbrella! She stopped pacing………Umbrella? She hadn't thought of her new changes, and how they could be used to her advantage! She guessed what ever Wesker had done, he had done something to make her more like him, if that's so then…….she couldn't even begin to imagine what she was capable of! And what about her friends, would they think she was a freak? Did she think she was a freak? She shook her head and went back to the bed, she sat down and sighed. All she really knew was, now that she was different she could sense things, she could sense…….him. And he was close. She felt chills go up her spine, why did she go crazy like this when he was close? She shook her head more, trying to shake him out, but really that cant be done. She never knew love could be so corrupt, that you could love some one, and hate them so much, had never crossed her mind. And she knew, she knew she could not pass it of as lust, although that played a big part of it, but not all of it. She could just tell, she wanted him, wanted him to hold her, but that…..was not all of it. She could feel the connection, what ever that was. But it was real, so horribly real. And she had told herself it was some plot of his, that he was faking the emotion, but she knew now………when he kissed her, touched her, held her, even in some sick way when he hurt her……..he loved her.

The door opened slowly, she did not turn to see who it was, because she already knew, and she knew what was to happen. Her logical mind told her to stop what was to happen, but when dose logic, ever ring true, ever give you what you want, and need. And she turned to him. He leaned on the wall, his black T and Black army pants blending him into the wall, into the shadows. His blonde hair slicked back, his sun glasses hiding his eyes, but she knew he watched her. He knew what was to happen to. This was a mistake, she already knew she would regret it. But she didn't care. He walked slowly to her. She stood and looked down, she couldn't think any more, just feel. He smirked, rolling his eyes up and down over her, and she leaned in looking up into his face. She posed her lips, and laughed as she drew back when he leaned down to kiss her. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and his hand gently behind her neck. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, but to short. She drew away and leaned on the wall away from him, her mind clearing, she didn't want to talk, she wanted action, but know was the only time to talk. She stared at the wall she leaned on, he just stood where she had left him.

" What have you done to me Albert?" He smiled as she used his first name. He looked at her and spoke.

" I made you whole Clair, If perfection is only a state that cant be achieved, well then you, and I are as close as you can get." He fell silent and she looked at him.

" What did you infect me with? The T-virus?" He hook his head.

" The T-virus has its potential, but I gave you the best, only the best for you. It is a new Virus I have created……..The Pegasus virus. When injected into living flesh……it created the most horrific……and beautiful monsters. No matter what animal is used, in a matter of minutes, they mutated, boils and sores all over the skin, extrusions coming from the spine, extra legs and arms, the skin turning red……..but best of all…..wings." his face brightened with excitement as he told her of these monsters. She listened in disgust.

" but why didn't that happen to me?" She looked away from him.

" When I mix the virus with the T virus, and higher the body temperature, I am able to control the mutation." He was walking to her as he spoke. He stopped and placed his hand on her cheek.

" You are so beautiful Clair." She looked up at him. She reached up and slid his glasses off, his red-yellow eyes, almost always hard with hatred, were now soft and intense. Her breath caught in her throat. She brought her arms above her head as he pulled her T up over her shoulders. She could feel his heart beat, steady and hypnotic. He took his shirt off and wrapped his arms around her kissing her neck. She breathed slowly.

This cant happen she told herself, think of Chris! ……..Chris who?

She slipped out of her shorts, standing there in front of him, his face hard and calculating, but his eyes hungry, she could only guess hers were equally as intense. He started to unbutton his pants. She walked slowly to the bed and laid back on it. The shadows cast everything in darkness she could only see his outline as he laid down next to her. She felt him pull the blankets over them. Her heart skipped a beat as he rolled over on top of her, this was it…………….later as they broke apart, he collapsed back, and she panted. In the air came his voice softer then a whisper……….." Perfect."