Mission 2 Dark Reflections ( part 1)
Alex found her way to the underground mansion. Still there was no sign of undead. The feeling of unease grew. It was not like him to hide. If he had already left, then she needed to find clues to where he had gone. As she exited a wing of the mansion after searching she suddenly spotted about a dozen of bodies in the main hall. They had not been there when she entered. They were laying there motionless but she knew it only a matter of time before they attacked. She didn't have enough bullets for all of them. She could heal but if she got killed regeneration could take days. It would hinder her too much. Fighting an large group in small space was not something she liked. She heard the door lock with a click behind her the moment it closed. And the undead began rousing from their sleep.
She looked around for something useful. There was and old suit of armor holding a sword. The sword was in fact a real one, not just a decoration. She grabbed it. The undead were swarming her already. Surprisingly fast for mere zombies. She swings the blade, slicing the head of the closest zombie. Dives thought the opening and takes out the two on her side. One tries to grab her. She dodges. There isn't much more room. Jumps up against the wall, kicking off. Cuts on one of the giant chandeliers. It falls. Pinning most of the zombies under it. Three avoided being pinned. She drops down sword pointed and ready. It pierces the skull and comes out somewhere in the middle of the chest of the first one. She pulls it out and body drops dead on the floor. Cuts the head of the second one. Then the other. Making sure to finish the ones pinned under the chandelier before they get out.
She wonders how they all got there. The door to the other wing was locked. Still is. Undead can't open doors. Break them down, sure, but not open them. Somebody let them in. Somebody was still here. The hallways up the stairs were both dead end. At least she thought so. The mansion was a replica of the one they had live in. So were the others Spencer built. Same layout, same furniture. He was not the only one. Many aristocrats did this. So no matter where you were you would always be at home. She decided to check just in case. Even if this mansion was built as a gift to the Ashfords. The old man would not have wanted it to be identical to his own, after all it would give away all his secrets.
Even thought it was not the same place, it still brought up memories. Memories of how it all began. They were both adopted at an early age. Raised to be the best, the elite. It was a harsh life, full of strict discipline and rules. Although they were supposed to be brother and sister, it never really felt that way. They were constantly compared. Everything they did got evaluated to see who it bettered. Education, research, work. It was constant competition. She got tired of it. It became clear Albert was the favorite. Whenever they were at a draw he would still get the better treatment. It was a rigged competition. So when Spencer announced that he would leave Umbrella and all his fortune to the one who managed to achieve immortality, she had no plans taking part. But one night things changed.
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She was alone in her chambers getting ready to relax after a day of work. She almost had a heart attack when she looked into the vanity mirror, preparing to remove her make up and saw him behind her in the reflection. Black suit, dark glasses. Not a sound in the room.
"Albert" she breather, holding a hand to her chest" You scared me."
She adjusted her cream colored silk robe to make sure she was covered.
"I do apologize." He said, back leaning against the white marble pillar.
He didn't look the least bit sorry. She got up from the seat. Arms crossed on her chest, long hair flowing over her shoulder.
"Why are you here?"
"I hardly need a reason to visit my sister." He moves closer.
She takes a step back. He never visits her without reason. He almost never visits her.
"Why are you here?" she repeats.
"Just wanted to see how you're doing."
She knows he doesn't mean her at all.
"I'm tired. Can't this wait till tomorrow?!" She tries to get away.
"I came all this way to see you. And you won't even make time for me? I'm hurt" he doesn't sound hurt.
He follows.
"I've told you before. I have no interest in Umbrella. I only care about my own research. You can have father's fortune and the company."
The bedroom is large. Another set of large marble pillars divide it. A large circular pool of water swirls illuminated by dim lights.
"And how is that going for you?" He asks, tone smug.
He already knows the answers. She turns.
"You already bloody well know!" She raises her voices.
He doesn't seem fazed by the outburst.
"Father has denied my funding request." Her voice is low, quiet, defeated.
"Were you expecting someone?"
She follows gaze to the bottle of wine and two glasses on the small table.
"No. I was planning on enjoying a bath. Alone."
He raises his eyebrow.
"Then by all means, go on."
She feels her face burn hot. Heart racing. She wonders if he knows.
They were supposed to be brother and sister, but they both know it's not true. They were born to completely different parents, then adopted. She spent most of her time at an all boarding school, only coming home for summer. They did learn to ride horses and dance attend parties together but they never had a true bond. He never felt like family. But they had to play the role of one. She had noticed a long time ago, how handsome he was. She did find him attractive. And knowing the truth, that they were not really related made it difficult not to see him as just another man. So what if happened to harbor an attraction towards him? She had to hide it. Even if they weren't related by blood. People would say things. People were beginning to say things, rumors, and rude jokes. She wondered if he heard. And she had been so painstakingly careful to not give it away. She didn't care about the coworkers. Not even if Spencer found out. And he would probably cast her out. But if He knew how she felt about him, he would never let her live it down. Yes, he was handsome, attractive and absolutely ruthless.
"I will, once you leave" she says.
"We're not done talking"
"Then tell me why you're really here"
"It's a shame that you have to depend on father to fund your research." He says.
He opens the bottle, pours the wine, hand her the glass. She takes it, takes a small sip. He pours himself a glass, sits down in the chair overlooking the large bath.
"Well I don't really have a choice now do I?"
The room feels cold. She just wants this to be over, to finally relax and feel the hot water on her skin.
"Maybe if you did what he asked you to."
"Every day, my body dies a little bit more. This research the only thing that can save me and people like me. I need to find a cure. I don't care for fathers games! You can have the company."
"What if I agreed to fund your research?"
She looks at him with disbelief.
"You know, you really should get in bath. You're shaking."
"What's in it for you?"
"I thought you didn't want to talk"
"Well, I do now." she moves closer to the bath.
Stopping by the table to take out her earrings. He is watching her intently. She feels the cold of the room but her blood is running hot. She turns he back to him, making sure the mirror is obscured by the pillar. Taking some salts she dips her hand in the water. It's turning white, opaque.
"I have a plan." He says.
"I'm listening." She drops the robe, long hair cascading down her shoulders.
Back to him, from this angle he can't really see anything. She gets over the marble edge of bath. The water is hot, pleasant. But she can't relax, not with him here. She has to suppress a sigh of pleasure as her body completely sinks in.
"While father is in control of the company nothing will change." He says standing up.
He takes his glass pours himself more wine.
"I believe he plans for things to stay that way forever."
He takes her glass, pours, and hands it to her. Even though the water is white, she still pulls her lgs up to her chest to cover herself. She takes the glass, nods.
"You think he was lying about giving up the company?" She catches on.
"Think about it. Why else would he have us research immortality?"
" He is old. He is afraid of dying." She says.
"And if he were to achieve it? " Albert says.
"Can it be achieved?" she wonders.
"Who knows? But we can't really take that chance can we?"
He is so close, sitting on the edge. She doesn't look up, doesn't look at him. He leans in even closer.
"We?" she asks" You plan on killing him. And you want my help?"
"In essence yes. I do plan to kill the old man. Then we could divide his money as we see fit. You could work on your research all you want."
"And you would take over Umbrella." She says.
"You said you have no interest in the company. "
"I don't."
"Then you'll help me?"
"I need to think"
He is so close now she can feel his breath on the top of her head.
"Mind if I join you?" he whispers in her ear, a devious smirk on his face.
She looks at him, shock on her face. She wants to say no, but knows she can't really stop him.
"You needn't look so outraged, sister." He chuckles." It's only a bath."
She turns away. Eyes half closed, but in truth she is observing him in the mirror. He removes glasses, his gloves. Takes of his jacket. Unbuttons his shirt. She takes in his muscular build. It's a sweet torture. Almost a dream come true. A dream that can't become a reality. He has removed his shoes. Her breath hitches as he moves to undo his pants. Fingers trembling around the glass as she moves it her lips. She swallows the drink, to wash down a moan that was threatening to escape. The sight of him fully hard still burning under her closed eyelids. She hears him step into the water. Opens her eyes slowly.
He is sitting across from her leaning against the edge.
"You don't have to answer right now." he says arms.
He looks relaxed. Arms stretched on the edge, head leaned back.
"I'll do it." She says.
She isn't sure how much more it she can take. He looks at her. Blue eyes unobscured. Genuine surprise?
"I know you have no love for the old man." He says, no arrogance, no smugness. "But are you certain?"
Is it gentleness? She wonders. Curled up in her side of the bath, hugging her knees. She isn't even sure if it's happening. She needs him to go, before her self-control breaks. Even if he knows and is toying with her, or if he doesn't know he is still toying with her. She will agree. She needs it for her own research.
"I'm sure." She looks at him.
He has moved closer. She hasn't noticed. Keeping herself in line was making her distracted.
"You know, you should relax." He whispers, so close again. "Let me help you."
He touches her shoulders. She tries to pull away. To get out.
"Don't pretend like you don't want this" He says pulling her close.
She bows her head. Her body pinned between the bath and him.
"You knew" she whispers.
"About the rumors? Yes. Though it hardly matters." His hand encircles her waist.
She feels him against her back. Still hard.
"We're supposed to be siblings" she breathes out as his fingers slide between her legs.
"Supposed to be." He says planting a kiss on her neck." But we aren't."
"No. We're not." She agrees, surrenders.
It felt like a dream come true. They worked on a special virus. One that he could present to Spencer. One that would appear to give him immortality but would in fact kill him. They had succeed. Albert had given her funds to work on her research while she helped him. They had grown closer, not as the family they pretended to be but as two people. She had been happy. And that night when Spencer was dead and Albert declared himself the new CEO of Umbrella they celebrated their victory in private.
She moaned, feeling him enter her. He leaned down to kiss her, hips starting to move in a slow rhythm. He was always a tease.
"Albert "she breathed, trying to rock against him.
He chuckles.
"Be patient. You don't want the fun to be over too quickly."
He moves his hand down. Teasing her clitoris in time with his thrust. Picking up speed. She feels the pleasure beginning to build up inside her. He is being far gentler tonight. And she isn't sure why but it feels different, special. It overwhelms her. Drags her under. She comes. Feels him follow soon after. He leans in, kissing her again. Cradling her head in one arm, the other moving to cares her face.
"You know, I'm going to miss this." He says.
She wants to ask him what he means but then his eyes turn red and his hand plunges into her chest. Her heart heats as he grips it and pulls.
Months later she awoke on a rock in the middle of the ocean. Naked. The virus she had been working to cure her illness had apparently revived her. She was furious. No matter how many time she said she didn't want the company. No matter how many time she said she loved him. she hated herself for believing him but she hated him more for taking advantage of her feelings. So after find her way back to land, she discovered that he planned to expand Umbrella and use it as a stepping stone to take over the world. He had infected himself with a virus that gave him special powers. She knew that to take him down she needed to become stronger. So she stole a sample of the virus from his lab and infected herself. She found him. Surprised to see her alive but so confident he could kill her again. She struck him down in rage. Reached her arm into his chest and tore out his heart.
Unknown to her Albert had taken her research and had discovered her virus and regenerative properties it had. He came back to life and sought her out again. in the middle of the night showing up in her bedroom and ending her life. She had survived again. But this time he had tried to burn her body. It had taken two years for her to regenerate. And so it went. One killed the other and then came back to life. He continued his plans to use bioweapons and viruses to take over the world and rule as a god. She, out of spite for his betrayed, did all she could to make sure he failed. Even made business around it. A service focused on taking out bioweapons, called "Evil May Die"