A/N- Since I've had so many requests, I'm going to post this here so that everyone can see it in case they were wondering: I've been asked several times if I would allow art work of Advent Children to be created and posted on sites like DeviantART or Tumblr. The answer is yes, but on the condition that you let me know ahead of time that you're working on one. So long as I'm aware of it and all credit for Julianna or other original characters is given to me, I don't mind you posting it elsewhere. Also, if you do, please send them my way! =D

Once again, thanks for the reviews and favs! Please keep them coming!

Northern Maine

The air was salty and cold as Jenna sat alone by the rocky shore, dressed casually in a green and purple sweater, black skinny jeans, and boots, looking out at the rainy horizon and the endless expanse of the sea. Her black hair was loose for once, floating in the gentle breeze that was blowing off the Atlantic. Early this morning, she'd arrived at the place she had once called home, and no words could describe the joy she'd felt when the seaside air and the ever-present chill of a dreary rainy day caressed her face.

As happy as she was to see this place again, Jenna knew better than to get too comfy. Her reason for being here was not to have fun or visit those whom she hadn't seen in ages, no matter how much she wished she were. It was so rare that she got a moment like this where she wasn't being pulled in every direction, not being forced to lie to others, not fearing for her life at the smallest mistake… If only life could go back to the way it should be, Jenna thought longingly. How she missed the days that she innocently played with her friends, completely oblivious to the madness that was the world she'd been born into. Life was so much simpler and safer then.

The sounds of someone walking towards her caught Jenna's attention as she turned in that direction. Her eyes lit up at the familiar sight of a well-built man wearing an Army green jacket, white shirt and black pants, shoes and a tie. His brown disheveled hair was neatly trimmed but otherwise was all over the place, and his brown eyes betraying that he too recognized her. But it was the logo on his left arm of his jacket and badge on his chest that was most comforting of all- that of the BSAA.

'O'Brien, it's good to see you again!" Jenna smiled, extending a hand once he was close to shake. He returned the gesture, giving the young woman a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

'Miss Jenna Desirae Kelly, always a pleasure," Clive O'Brien said, stepping back to look at her. 'Look how tall you are! You've grown like a weed since the last time I saw you." Jenna giggled quietly.

'It's been a good minute huh?" she replied. 'How have you been?"

'Better," O'Brien began, taking a seat on the bench, motioning for Jenna to do the same. 'Work keeps me busy, as does the rest of my life. Be lucky you're so young; once you get my age it all goes downhill from there."

'You shouldn't work so much then if you feel that stressed out. You really should consider a vacation." She advised.

'I appreciate the concern but my luck if I take a break some crazy shit will pop off." Both he and Jenna laughed at this, the latter turning to look at her. 'Enough about my tired old ass, though," he began, turning to face the younger woman. 'I'm sure I'm not the reason you came all this way. What can I do for you, little miss?"

'It's not for me, it's for someone else," Jenna began, reaching into her brown bag which had been at her feet and pulling out a folder for O'Brien. 'I'm sure you remember the incident of a sink hole in London a few months ago."

'The London Cave In? Sure do; that's the one that nearly took Buckingham Palace with it and revealed some underground civilization, right?"

'That's the one," Jenna confirmed. 'There was evidence that it was a completely self-sustained civilization as well as evidence that it was still inhabited for a considerable amount of time."

'I'd read all the reports. It was fascinating to see the artifacts they pulled out of there."

'That wasn't all they found under there. There was something hidden in the rubble that proved to be an absolutely unexpected find." O'Brien looked at her with anticipation. 'They- and by they I mean the UBCS- found another one."

'Another one?" He asked, growing silent before he suddenly realized what Jenna meant. 'Another hybrid? Are you sure?"

'Yes, Clive, I've seen her with my own eyes." She opened the file and handed it to the BSAA director, watching as he flipped through it. His face went from surprise to realization.

'Is this why you've been begging me to send operatives to your location?"

'Yes, it is." Jenna admitted. 'She's the last known hybrid that managed to survive after all these years. I doubt that we'll find another one unless the other two cities are found. But we need to act quickly. Spencer may be dull, but he's not stupid. We both know that he'll run for the hills if we give him enough time and he'll likely take Julianna with him." O'Brien gave her a strange look. 'That's her name; Julianna Dashara." His eyes widened at the name.

'Julianna Dashara?" he asked. 'As in the sister of a man named Riordan Dashara?" Now it was Jenna's turn to be surprised.

'Well, yes, but… how did you know she had a brother?" O'Brien gave her a knowing smile, turning to look behind them. Jenna quirked an eyebrow at this, doing the same as he to find out what he was staring at. Once she did so, her breath caught in her throat.

There, standing not far away and dressed just as casually as she only in a red hoodie that currently unzipped to reveal a gray shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers, was a much taller man with broad shoulders and an alabaster face that was neither sharp nor rounded, his dark hair hanging slightly in his stormy gray eyes. A big smile was on his face as he looked at Jenna, a gesture which caused something inside her to jump for absolute joy and the urge to run and embrace this man welling up inside her so strongly that it was nearly painful. Sensing this, the man came closer to both seated adults, giving Jenna more excited butterflies the closer her got until she could no longer bear it. The raven haired girl stood up and approached him slowly, hardly daring to believe her eyes. I know him, was the only thought in her mind as she and the ma came to rest a good five feet away from one another. The sun peeked out through the clouds just a bit at the moment, the light from such illuminating the two as they stared at one another.

From the corner of her eye, Jenna caught sight of a little girl dressed in a lilac dress with white ribbons braided in her hair and vibrant purple eyes standing beside her, looking at the man as well and practically bouncing up and down in excitement. Periodically the girl child would look up at her as though to ask permission to run the man. When Jenna looked closer at the man, she could have sworn that she saw a spectral image of the same man only dressed all in brown save for a red hood hanging down, looking also at the little girl with what Jenna knew was brotherly love.

Her brown eyes met his stormy grays, seeing the same light in his physical eyes. His asymmetrical face should have been unsettling to her as human instinct should have, but it didn't. Those eyes of his betrayed that he too knew her as well. She was in absolute awe not because of his inhuman beauty, but that a single memory was playing out before her very eyes:

The gray-eyed man cautiously approached one of the many houses in the human settlement, the little violet-eyed girl's hand clutched tightly in his own. He was certain that this was the right house; after all, the human man he'd spoken to early had been crystal clear that this house was the safest place for the little one. Even still, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong, that she'd be safer amongst her own kind. That was the way it was supposed to be; the people raised the children together as they had always done.

Except there weren't any people to help them, not even their loving mother. They were orphans now, thanks to those damned Sangs.

Reaching the front door, he looked down at the girl and knelt before her, brushing back the hood that hid her face from view. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and scared.

'I don't want to stay with these people," she argued in their native tongue. 'I want to stay with you!" He wanted that so much. She had no idea how much he wanted to take the girl and raise her as his own as their mother would have wanted. But a deal was a deal. They owed the kind human man their lives for saving them when he took them into his house and sheltered them for several days after the fall of their home… He'd been the only human to show them kindness when others ran in fear or drove them away.

'I'm sorry," he muttered, hair falling into his face as he hung his head. 'If I could care for you on my own… believe me, I would." The little girl bowed her head as well as a somber silence befell them.

'Will I ever see you again?" The girl innocently asked, catching his attention. As much as he wanted to say yes, he knew that there was too great of a possibility that that wouldn't happen, in this lifetime at least. He'd heard of others who'd lost their memories as the years went on, constantly having to change their identities to keep suspicion from flaring up. It was so easy to lose one's self with all of this extra precaution, but it was necessary. The absolute last thing any of them needed was for humans to start rooting the last of them out and killing them.

Still more of a reason to stick together…

'I'll find you," he finally said, looking up at her. His little sister's eyes met his at this. 'No matter how long it takes- years, centuries, millenniums- I'll find a way back to you and when I do, I promise we'll never be apart again. Just stay strong for me and don't cry. Be brave and big sister and I will be back to get you."

'…Promise?"

'I promise," he affirmed. The little one was still for a moment, then lurched forward to hug her older brother, trying to hold in the tears as hard as she could but failing.

'I'll never forget you," she vowed. 'I promise I'll never forget you."

'I know you won't," he answered, moving back to wipe away the tears that had escaped from her eyes. 'No matter where I go, I'm always with you. Just look inside yourself, and you'll find me there."

She faded back to the present after what felt like centuries but was, in reality, mere seconds. Slowly, she pulled back realizing that at some point, she'd closed the gap between them and was embracing the man in an absolute death grip. Jenna looked up at him, seeing the happy tears in his eyes as he saw the same memory she did. The prospect of such wasn't strong but instead felt natural.

'It's been a long time," he began in a long forgotten language that she understood perfectly. 'I think it's safe to say that I kept my promise… right?" Riordan Dashara asked, a playful yet ecstatic grin on his face. Her own turned up into a smile.

'It sure has. More than you know." She turned back to O'Brien who was watching this all unfold quietly.

'I told you I'd track her down for you, Riordan," he said, giving one of his favorite operatives.

'You'd done just that, sir," the Dashara man spoke, releasing Jenna and walking over to his superior. 'Though I'm still one sibling short."

'That will be corrected in due time," O'Brien assured, looking over at the raven haired woman. 'Jenna here is going to make sure of that." He gave the girl another knowing smile. 'But that's not your real name, is it?" Jenna returned the smile and removed the contacts from her eyes, throwing them elsewhere to reveal a different eye color altogether. 'You're more special than you wanted us all to believe in the first place." Violet eyes smiled at both men, her lips mimicking this.

'I've been special from the day I was born," Ereavia Dashara replied.

When Wesker had said that Julianna would be spending the day with him, she'd honestly believed that he'd just lock her in a room where he could watch her while he went about his day. But once more he'd surprised her by allowing her to sit in his office while he fiddled around with whatever held his interest on the computer and running tests on vials that contained what she assumed was either her blood, Eclipse, or something else. While he did that, she immersed herself in a book Wesker had tossed to her with orders to "see if anything inside jogged her memory". This particular book was detailing the intricate details of how the Advent society was structured as well as the special traits and bonds that differed from a human's.

As is common knowledge by now, Advents and their children- be they pureblood or otherwise- possess features that most humans could only dream of having. The first is that they have asymmetrical faces- the right side and left sides of their faces are completely identical to each other. This can cause them to have a frightening appearance to humans as perfect faces ca be unsettling to most. Were it not for the soothing aura that they may or may not choose to exceed, any human who is afraid of them would be running in terror at the very sight.

Amongst their families, however, they shared a very special bond with one another. Advents, despite common belief, did not mate for life. In fact, they would take one or more as consorts, often bedding with both sexes. In fact, it wasn't uncommon for two males or two females to raise children together and bond together through marriage. However, marriage between two Advents was accomplished simply through what was called Sanguine Rites- put simply they transferred a small amount of blood to each other in order to become symbiotically bound for life. Julianna had to stop at this, considering this new information carefully. Well, that's one way to "put a ring on it" I suppose. She shook her head and kept reading.

As we are on the topic of being bonded symbiotically, that is the exact bond that mothers, children, and siblings shared from the moment of conception. At birth, children received their mother's memories, something which they kept until they were forty years old (Advents aged by multiples of ten. In human years, this equates to four years old.). They would then begin to lose these memories gradually until they were full adults.

One would expect that this would cause confusion at having two sets of memories- their mother's and their own. But it's long been accepted that Advents have perfect memories (I call bullshit, Julianna thought sardonically.), however, it's unclear why they forget their mother's memories. It can be assumed that they have the memories in the first place as a means of passing on talents and skills to their children. Siblings were also bound in much the same way, however, they were only able to project their memories into one another's minds, no more than one at a time.

As she read this, Julianna caught herself wondering- who was her mother? She'd been remembering things about her brother and sister but had yet to remember anything about her mother, much less her father. She finished with that particular section before the book switched topics to focus on the matriarchal society that was Amarant.

Prominently featured in artwork and writings said to have been created by Advents, there are three families that may have acted as the rulers of Amarant, the largest of the known Advent cities. These families were the Ninasas, the Blinasais, and the Dasharas. Right away Julianna's full attention was grabbed. Each family was given equal power amongst on another, the matriarchs of each raising their children in close proximity with one another in the hopes that they would carry on this tradition. At the three corners of the civilization, they watched over their people serving not just as the leaders, but as the medical experts (the Ninasas), the authoritarians that oversaw legal proceedings (the Blinasais) and the first line of defense against intruders and other threats (the Dasharas). Though this has been disputed, it's long been accepted that of the three, it was the woman known as Amidista Dashara that was the Supreme Lady (pictured on the right). On the next page following this description, was a photograph of a painting which effectively held her gaze.

Looking back at her, eternally frozen in the painting, was a beautiful woman with honey gold skin, chocolate colored locks of hair curled perfectly and falling over her shoulders, and haunting amber eyes. Her face was asymmetrical as all Advent faces were with aristocratical features including high cheek bones, almond shaped eyes, a tiny nose, and full ruby lips. Her enchanting eyes danced with a kind light evident even through a photograph. Julianna was frozen in captivation, a hand coming to touch the woman's face through the paper, a feeling of an unnaturally strong bond pulling at her heart.

Is this her? she wondered, her red eyes traveling over the woman's face many times, trying desperately to remember. Is she my mother? The more she kept staring at her, the more strongly the connection to her became. Despite her longing to know for certain, there was another thought that had come into her mind as she looked up at Wesker, whose back was turned to her. As her red eyes narrowed, she deduced that it was not by chance that he gave her this particular book to read. How much does he really know about me? What isn't he telling me? It could have been so easy for her to kill him right now with his back turned, not without demanding that he tell her everything her knew.

When he moved to turn back towards her, Julianna quickly averted her gaze back to the book, only glancing back up at him at the sounds of a door opening.

'Stay where you are," he ordered. 'I'll return momentarily." Not like I have anything better to do, Julianna thought, giving him a curt nod and looking away once more once he exited and closed the door behind him. The amber-eyed woman stared back her with a smile, something which was oddly soothing to her.

'Beautiful lady, who are you?" She whispered. 'If you were my mother, why can't I remember you? If you are, I'd have so many questions for you, so many doubts that you could assure are just that…"

Julianna.

She rose her head, looking around at the room upon hearing her name and finding it empty. Julianna ignored it or tried to when it called out again. Julianna, do not be afraid.

'I'm hearing things," she muttered quietly, rubbing her eyes. 'I'm tired and I'm hearing things." That's what she wanted to believe anyways. Her eyes dropped down and then back up. Surely it wouldn't hurt to close her eyes for a few minutes…

'Julianna! Big sister, wake up!" Ereavia's familiar voice called, the sensation of being shaken bringing Julianna out of her slumber. A smile graced her lips when her carmine eyes opened to see the familiar and comforting sight of the stone dwelling she inhabited in these dreams. I'm back home, she thought to herself, sitting up at Ereavia's insistence.

'What is it, little sister?" she responded in their native tongue, stretching her arms over her head.

'Hurry, you must get up! She's back!" the girl replied with a big smile, pulling Julianna up to her feet.

'Who's back?" Julianna asked, easing herself up and following the child as she ran to the doorway, a strange sound coming from it…

Her eyes snapped right back open, Amarant fading from view just as quickly as it had appeared. Realizing it was just Wesker opening the door, Julianna dropped her eyes back to the book, flipping the page to see if there was anything more about the beautiful woman contained within the pages. She didn't want him to see that she was upset at having come back to the waking world prematurely. It had been too long since she'd seen Amarant in her dreams…

Seeing the hybrid girl still so engrossed in the book, Wesker couldn't help but smirk. Surely she was under the impression that he'd given her the book at random, but he was smart enough to know that Julianna would catch on sooner or later that he had an advantage against her in that he already knew who her potential mother was. It wasn't a far fetch to guess who she really was after he carefully read and re-read the novel, wanting to be absolutely sure that his suspicions were correct.

His ulterior motive, however, was to prove Jenna's excuse that mere traces of Eclipse could be found in Julianna's blood. For that, Wesker was going to have to take Julianna off guard and sedate her with the strongest narcotic he could without killing her (which was the reason why he'd left the office in the first place) and drain as much blood as they needed to finally get a proper sample. All he needed was to make sure that she didn't wake prematurely.

Wesker approached the counter and picked up a glass that he'd had there for God knew how long, and filled it to the brim with water. Then, making sure that Julianna didn't see him, Wesker dropped in a fast dissolving tablet and waited for it to stop fizzing. Once the deed was done, he hid away a syringe under a sheet of paper and turned back to Julianna with the glass of water, setting it down beside her when he was close. The hybrid's eyes looked at it in curiosity.

'What's this for?" she asked, looking up at him.

'You've not moved since you've started reading. I assumed you'd be requiring water sooner or later." If she caught on that something was amiss, Julianna didn't betray it.

'Thank you," she muttered, reaching for the glass and taking a small sip. She glanced back at the book, flipping a page as Wesker sat back down behind his desk. His eyes watched her even as he went about his façade of working on the computer, periodically checking the glass of water to see how much she'd drank.

All told this went on for a good ten minutes, but for Wesker, it was an eternity. She was taking too damn long; he needed her sedated now. He started to go through with his original idea of administering it by force, but that would simply cause her to lash out. He needed to get close enough to do what needed to be done without arousing suspicion. But so help him if she didn't hurry up and drink…

After another minute or so, it became clear to him that he was going to have to do this the hard way.

The question was, how could he do it without Julianna attacking him? Wesker knew without a shadow of a doubt that he could overpower her, but he was also smart enough to note that her time awake- realizing what she was and what she was capable of- could potentially be risky. Not even he was completely sure what her powers entailed. She was already strong and fast enough to keep up with him, but he'd only seen her fight physically. Rumor had it that they were capable of mentally oppression others. While this was indeed fascinating to him, it was a chance he didn't want to take. He was going to have to distract her long enough to administer the sedative and commence with his plan.

And there was only one good way he knew of to distract her.

'Julianna," he began, looking at his computer screen. The hybrid glanced up. 'I've left an important vial on the counter in front of you. Retrieve it for me."

'…Sure," Julianna stated, looking at him suspiciously but otherwise doing what he asked. As she approached the work surface, Wesker took off his sunglasses and waited for his opportunity, smirking when she looked over the syringe still hidden under the file. 'Which one?" she called over her shoulder.

'The one to the right labeled with a green dot."

'Alright," she said, finding the one he mentioned and moving to turn around.

Wesker was in one place, then suddenly right in front of her, pinning her against the metal countertop and himself easily. Her red eyes snapped up to him in seconds, a fierce light coming to them before Wesker quelled the hand that started to push him back and away from her.

'Now, now, Julianna," he began, unable to stop the smile that came to his face. Fiery just like those eyes of hers… 'How well did fighting me work out for you in the first place? Don't you think that if I really wanted you dead I would have already disposed of you?" Julianna's eyes narrowed at this.

'What is it now, Wesker?" she grumbled. 'Did I forget to say something to you again?"

'On the contrary, you did exactly what I asked of you," he replied, looking at the vial in her hand and taking it away, putting it behind her instead. 'You have been exceptionally well behaved recently since you've arrived, though I wonder if that's all an act to get a chance to escape."

'Seeing as you are no doubt watching my every move, I've not seen a point in trying," Julianna replied, trying to put some space between her and Wesker. 'I don't see how that has anything to do with your being so close to me.

'It has absolutely nothing to do with that at all, but you are everything to do with my being in such close proximity." Her red eyes looked at him closely, left and right, then back at him. He realized that she realized there was a double entendre in this statement, but the way she looked up at him made him realize that she was both wary and intrigued by this statement.

He had to admit that he was intrigued as well.

'And what about me has you so interested?" She asked, bracing her hands against the counter. He blinked; was this an unspoken invitation? She certainly would never answer him if he just outright asked. But there was something new that he just noticed on her before…

Was that a shadow of a smile on her face?

'There are many things," he continued, not showing his mild surprise of even thinking that she would dare smile at him. 'Mostly a question that's been rather bothersome as of late."

'Which is?"

'Is Eclipse contracted through both saliva and blood, or just blood?" he started, leaning just close enough to brush his nose against hers.

'…Why?"

'Just answer my question, Julianna."

'I…" she was clearly flustered by his close proximity, but she refused to show it. 'It's only through blood. Now why-"

'Good," he interrupted. 'That's all I needed to know." He finished with a predatory smile. Not giving her a chance to answer, Wesker pressed his lips against hers, muffling her cry of surprise. His reptilian eyes stared into hers as he kissed her, grabbing her hand when it rose to strike him, resorting to restraining both arms to her sides by wrapping his own arms around her when she would have struggled away.

Julianna was at an absolute loss as his lips moved against hers, thoughts rushing through her head but nothing cohesive coming together. She wanted to keep fighting; his eyes were open ad staring at her ad that predatory look was sending her into a panic.

Stop, she wanted to say. Get the hell away from me! But another part of her was stirring at what should have bee an intimate act but was instead one that spoke nothing of anything other than ill-will. Once his eyes closed, however, everything changed. Suddenly she felt her own close, her lips brushing against his own finally. She couldn't come up with a reason why. Perhaps it was that secret longing that she'd had after seeing those two humans kissing just a fortnight ago, perhaps it was because she'd forgotten how this felt. Whatever the case, Julianna didn't want to question it too much. She slanted her head slightly, his grip loosening enough so that her arms could slip free and move upwards, one hand resting on his neck, the other wrapping around his waist leaving his arms to rest on her small waist.

So lost in this moment, Julianna was unaware of one of Wesker's hands wandering up to her neck…

And then the annoying beeping that was Wesker's phone went off.

A/N- It finally happened... they FINALLY kissed! *brown bag* I really didn't think this was going to happen, but no matter how many times I tried to have Wesker just stab her in the neck with the syringe, he wouldn't do it. (And it doesn't help that DC Douglas' voice was in there saying "Get the guy laid already!".)

So long as he turns off that damn phone, he might just get laid yet. If Julianna will go along with it.