Wesker stopped the car in front of a pharmacy surrounded by a few other stores, the only shopping place in this rather isolated town.
He finally had come back to the SUV after a long and painful three hours stuck in that awfully hot car from the damp and unpleasant temperature outside. After she had laid down, lost in her thoughts, she slowly fell asleep, exhausted from all the emotions she had experienced during the last fifteen hours.
He had found her napping on the back seat, her features slightly more relaxed… She looked vulnerable, a state he inappreciably had seen her more than enough times in the past day. He had entered the car careful to make as little noise as possible, wishing to let her have her sleep, but she immediately woke up, prepared to face him when he would be back. Sleeping in front of him was not an option for the moment, she was terrified he could try his way on her while she was unconscious.
He had kept her tied to the back seat, he wanted to drive to the nearby town to find medication for her ankle.
Here they were now, stopped right in front of the store. She figured he would not bring her with him, it was too risky. It was the perfect time to try to escape, she thought… She could attract someone's attention, get this person to help her get out…
Knowing perfectly what she was planning at that very moment, he turned around, facing her, his gaze threatening.
"I know what you're thinking about, Jill, but, don't get your hopes too high.", his tone was dangerous.
He pointed at a kid in front of the store, patiently eating his candy waiting for his mommy.
"You see that kid over there. You make one move to alert anyone, one sound, and I will break his neck brutally.", he calmly said, his tone menacing.
She stayed still, wondering if she should believe him or not. With everything that happened in the last few hours, she was inclined to not take any risks.
"You would not like to risk the life of an innocent child, right Jill?", he asked mischievously.
"Bastard…", she hissed between her teeth.
He chuckled cynically, then suddenly stopped himself, his gaze returning to the seriously dangerous one.
"I know you will be a good girl, Jill.", he calmly said, smiling sardonically, his head slightly tilted.
He silently got out of the car, leaving her to her own misery. His cruelty was hurting her, how come she never deciphered his real personality…
He returned after only a few minutes ; he had rushed to get everything she might need, keeping an eye out of the window the whole time to look after her. He deposited a bag on the seat next to her as well as a pair of crutches.
"You must be starving.", he noted.
"I'm fine.", she cut him off dryly.
"I'll go get you food at that Chinese take out place. What would you like to eat?", he asked, considerate.
"Nothing.", she answered with the same tone.
He sighed, tickled by her inexistent collaboration…
"Alright, dear heart, but don't complain if you don't enjoy your food afterwards.", he said coldly, leaving her once again alone in the car.
She was once more waiting in that god damn car, still sat on the back seat. The handcuff had been attached to her wrist for over five hours now and it was getting awfully painful. He had found a lousy hotel right at the exit of the town, the kind of place people would go to for "an hour nap"… It was rather deserted, eliminating her chances to alert anyone.
Her door finally opened, revealing a Wesker looking almost worried.
"How is your ankle?", he asked concerned.
"It's fine.", she was still dry.
He unfastened her seatbelt, untied her handcuff and reached for her. She froze, startled by the sudden proximity.
"What are you doing?", she asked nervously.
"What do you think, Jill?", he answered calmly, as usual.
"I can walk.", she informed him, almost convincing herself in same time.
He stayed silent, then finally lifted her up, carrying her inside the hotel room. The moment she saw the room had two beds, she instantly felt released. She was considerably thankful that he was courteous enough to not obligate her to sleep in the same bed as him.
He gently laid her on one of the bed and carried everything inside the room. As soon as everything was in place, his attention immediately returned to her, both a bandage and a tube of a powerful pain relief rub in each hand. She let him treat her, finally giving in.
He looked serious, his absolute concentration on her foot, examining it thoroughly. Each of his movements were calculated, cautiously avoiding any undesirable pressure on her ankle, testing and questioning her on the localization of the pain. She observed him, fascinated, witnessing for the first time the "scientist" within him.
"I don't think it's broken.", he finally diagnosed.
He got the cream then applied it with extreme care, gently, using only the tips of his fingers. She twitched, the sensation pleasant and painful simultaneously, both literally and figuratively. Back when, after love, they would frequently lay in the bed for hours, her body pressed against his, her right leg laying partly on his upper body. Sometimes his hand would reach down and would fondle her ankle softly, sending a pleasant sensation of comfort through her whole body. She looked at him tenderly, wondering if the exact same memory was crossing his mind at that very moment. He raised his head and looked at her, his gaze losing some of its seriousness, obviously sharing that memory with her. He stared at her, desperate to make any move in her direction, but he stayed still, wisely favouring the option of giving her more time. She felt the tears coming to her eyes, but she fought them off, she would not cry… She had enough of crying for him…
He finally redirected his attention to her treatment. He fixed two metal stems on each side of her ankle then wrapped it in a stretch bandage. It was a rather modest treatment, but, unfortunately, it's all he could do without bringing her to the doctor.
"Alright, that's the best I can do. Hopefully, it's going to help you.", he said nodding.
She smiled at him, having no other intention than to appreciate his caring.
"Thanks.", she said softly.
He nodded again, then brought her food to her ; a plate of spicy chicken with peanuts, her favorite… She looked at him surprised, trying to remember that one time she might have mentioned it, but she just could not remember.
"How did you know…?", she let out.
"I have a good sense of observation and a good memory." He paused for a second. "I did not only fuck you for five months, Jill…", he answered, emotionless.
He was reading some papers, sat on his bed, leaned on the headboard. After eating, they had both laid on their own bed, busy with different tasks. Hers was to try finding something interesting to do to get her mind off of the whole situation, which was rather arduous considering the fact she was stuck alone with the source of her problems in a nasty hotel room. They had been both silent for at least an hour now.
She had switched channels on the TV for a good twenty minutes, but her attention kept drifting on him. She would take quick glimpses at him every now and then, making sure he did not notice.
"Wesker?", she finally broke the silence.
He turned around to her."Remove your sunglasses, please.", she asked gently.
"No…", he said serious.
"Please…", she pleaded him.
He sighed and then removed them, his gaze on her. She stood up then reached for his bed with difficulty, jumping on one foot. She sat right next to him.
She looked at his eyes thoroughly, serious. It felt terribly awkward than the man she spent several of her nights with had no longer these deep blue eyes she lost herself into, staring at them longly…
"What happened…?"
He waited for a moment before answering her, considering the idea to lie to her. He finally decided against it.
"It's the side effect of a certain virus."
"How did you get infected…?"
"I injected it to myself.", he said emotionless.
Her eyes widely opened, surprised.
"Why on earth did you inject yourself with a virus…?", she asked in disbelief.
"The eyes are only a negative effect, the good side is that it provided me with a tremendous speed and multiplied my strength by ten. I could break one of your bone easily with only the pressure of one finger."
She swallowed with difficulty, then sighed. "What is wrong with him…?", she thought to herself. She felt betrayed and disappointed in same time, but then, she had felt this way the whole day, so more or less was not going to really make a difference now.
"I can't believe this… I don't understand you… I was so naïve…", she let out feeling hopeless.
His eyes narrowed, he listened to her attentively.
"I never ever imagined you could be that person… I hate myself for never figuring it out… I could have helped you…", she said guiltily.
"Help me…?"
"I could have been there for you… I don't know… Help you become a better person!"
He chuckled cynically.
"You're so naïve, Jill. I'm who I am, I was never different and never will be… And that did not stop you from taking great pleasure in the bed with me quite a few times!", he said, smirking arrogantly.
He grabbed her arm and forced her to get closer to him, his lips almost touching hers.
"I bet you still would, wouldn't you, Jill?", he whispered, confident.
She stayed still, her gaze cold and frustrated. They just stared at each other for a long moment. Eventually, he released his grip on her, keeping the same position. She could not move, the same look on her face. His hand reached for her cheek, caressing it lightly only with the tips of his fingers. She swallowed with difficulty, not sure at what she really wanted, her pulse starting to race. She felt all kind of mixed feelings in same time… She finally opted to move away and returned to her respective bed.
"Here.", he said, holding one of his t-shirt in his hand. "You can sleep with this for tonight, your uniform probably feels disgusting. Tomorrow, I'll go buy you some clothes."
He handed it to her, hoping she would accept the help. She picked it up and nodded at him. She left for the bathroom with the t-shirt in her hand, using the crutches he bought for her.
"Jill, there is no window in the bathroom, if that was your plan.", he let out, not even taking his eyes off of his paperwork.
The idea did not even cross her mind, all she cared about at that very moment was the hot water that would run down her body in a few minutes.
She had spent at least half an hour in the shower, using all the hot water. She would have stayed longer, but the cold water on her skin was not a pleasant sensation. When she opened the door to get out of the bathroom, he was patiently standing up a few inches from the door, his arms crossed. She wondered how long he had been waiting there, plotting his twisted agenda.
He scanned her, head to toes, her long legs amazingly arousing barely covered with his own t-shirt. The corner of his mouth raised in a half grin.
"That reminds me something.", he let out amused, referring to these times he met with her at her place and her nightgown was always an oversized t-shirt.
"What? Oh, you mean all these times you were betraying and lying to me to get me in your bed? Yeah, I remember that too…", she let out maliciously to provoke him.
They both stayed still for a moment, looking at each other. She felt the tension intensifying, she remembered how it used to arouse her, so she decided to regain her bed before she did something unforgivable.
He carefully leaned one of his hands on the wall, blocking her path. Moving closer, he almost pressed his body against her, trapping her between him and the wall. He stayed still for a moment, the only movement of his body the one of his eyes flickering. She was getting nervous, his body, so close…
"Do you want me to get out of your way, Jill?", he asked softly, although mischievously.
"Yes…", she whispered.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded softly, nervous.
"I don't think you want me to move. I think you want me very close. Very close…", he seductively let out the last words, almost whispering.
"I'm glad your virus also provided you with psychic powers, Wesker.", she could not resist provoking him, spitting her venom at him…
He smirked, then raised his other hand. He felt her still lusting after him, it convinced him to make a move. Her pulse started racing, she was scared… Scared to get caught in the moment, scared to lose her willpower… His hand brushed off her face some of her hair. She hated him… hated him for doing that to her… He ran down her lips one of his finger. Her hands started sweating, she felt herself getting sunk in, to her own despair.
"Albert…?", she whispered.
"Yes, dear heart ?", he asked, having troubles hiding his excitement.
"Don't do that, please…", she pleaded him feeling the tears quickly coming.
He sighed, realizing it was of no use for the moment. He finally moved out of her way and entered the bathroom, to his own disappointment.
She reached for her bed, feeling extremely released. When he will get out of the bathroom, she will be asleep, a night of dreadful nightmares…