Disc: I Dont Own Anything!

Well look at that! Chapter 2. Well, folks, looks like this is going to be 3 shot now...Im hopeless, more ranting in the end. Be gentle, English not mah first language.

warning: A lot of spelling mistakes and errors, Ill try to snipe them out one at the time.


The stranger in the mirror stared at her, and even though Claire knew that the person staring at her was herself, she couldn't recognize the stranger who wore a rich red black elegantly cut evening dress. The angelic figure raised her delicate hand to touch the golden diamond earring just to make sure that the reflection was hers. Claire could barely breath and expected the person on the other side of the mirror to grin at any time, telling that it was all just an illusion played by her mind. And even though she had grown used to Wesker's presence, she was startled when her captor disturbed the staring contest with her own image.

"You are beautiful Claire." Wesker noted and touched her hair gently. Claire was now sure that the reflection in the mirror was hers when she felt the Wesker's gloved hand touch her braided hair that had been put on a tight topknot, leaving only her bangs to side her face. And with large fresh blooming red rose placed onto her hair to add finishing touch,she indeed was perfect. But no matter how beautifull she was and no matter how elegant hairstyle she had, Claire just didn't like it; it was just not her style. The always wore her ponytail, but Wesker had insisted that she had something more representing this evening. The Redfield girl didn't need to guess twice that they were going out tonight because Wesker wore his gloves and sunglasses and he had changed from his usual leathery outfit to his "business outfit". Claire couldn't help but note the sinister and almost assassin like appearance.

Claire fixed her eyes on Wesker's hands that moved suddenly and frowned when she saw that Wesker had pulled out the necklace that was luxury copy from the one that Chris had given toher her al those years ago. "I want you to wear this Claire." He purred softly and was about to put it around the Redfield's neck; but was stopped by Claire who placed her hand elegantly on his.. "No." The girl said suddenly and got up from the seat, facing Wesker. "I wont wear it, I told you few days ago that I don't want it." Claire said with determination burning in her blue eyes. The angelic girl barely saw Wesker's movements when the tall man grabbed her arm firmly, with almost enough force to leave bruises. Claire winced in pain and hoped that she wouldn't get them, not when they were going out.

"You forget your place." Wesker growled quietly and ran his finger down Claire's face "as amusing as your constant protesting is, this time you'll do as I say." He said and let go of her arm and instead took hold her shoulders, turning her swiftly around and put the necklace on her before Claire had any time to protest. The young woman couldn't help but feel sick when she glared at her reflection.

"Perfect." Wesker whispered and took Claire's hand gently. "I believe we are ready to go dear heart."

Claire gazed down with sad eyes when she felt Wesker's warm gloved hand touch her so gently. The hand that moments ago was hurting her now held her hand gently.

When they passed through the living room Wesker's cell phone rang loudly and they stopped. Claire walked over to the grand piano and leaned lazily against it as Wesker searched his pocket for the phone. The Redfield girl couldn't help but be amused when she noted a small hint of annoyance on Wesker's otherwise stonelike face when he saw just who the caller was and answered it.

"Yes ms. Gionne?" He asked coldly. The nameraised up Claire's curiosity right away. She had met the stunningly beautiful and intelligent woman few times before, and she had always been cold towards her, usually addressing her with just few words or ignoring her completely. Claire had pretty good idea why, since the Tricell researcher was practically glued to Wesker. "We are on our way." Wesker continued, trying to end the conversation as fast as possible.

Claire moved from the piano closer to Wesker, she couldn't help but be interested in what Excella was saying to Wesker.

"Oh, who is accompanying you Albert?" Claire heard a sensual and seductive female voice say from the other end of the line. "So, Albert is it?" Claire snickered in her mind. She couldn't help but wonder if Excella knew just how traitorous and deceiving Wesker was. Perhaps she was drawn to Wesker's power or intelligence, but did she know of his true nature? Claire banished those thoughts from her mind, of course she knew, they worked together. Claire had no doubt that she was just as cold and remorseless as Wesker. She had seen few photos of this Uroboros project the two were working on. And the horrors… black oily substance and worms that seemed to devour the victim. Excella had her hands in this just as much as Wesker, the testing on human beings, she knew of it and allowed it without any problems. She was just as bad as Wesker.

"They would make a cute couple…" Claire though sarcastically and touched the necklace Wesker had given her. "Why does he keep me here? Why does he want me? That Excella woman is beautiful and smart, and she respects him…why must he torment me?" Claire wondered silently as she studied Wesker while he was talking to Excella..

Claire shifted her eyes slightly to look at Wesker when he replied to the woman with annoyance "Well be there soon." He said and closed the line, not caring to talk any longer. Then, slowly he put the cell phone back into his pocked and turned his red eyes to Claire who was standing few meters away.

Their eyes met and neither of them moved. "Why is he doing this to me?" Claire wondered sadly and asked, "Where are we going?"

Wesker was first to move by walking over to Claire with few steps and took her arm gently. "A business meeting, I think its time for you to learn all about Uroboros." He smirked and moved his hand down Claire's pale arm.

Uroboros, that rang the alarm bells in Claire's head.

"That's the new virus you've been developing…" She thought out loud and frowned "What are you planning Wesker?" The redfield girl asked with determination and tried to yank her arm away but Wesker tightened his grip, almost enough to leave bruises for everyone to see. But Claire couldn't care less about few bruises right now. "Is uroboros the virus you are going to rule the world with hmmm? You think you can become god with such thing?" Claire growled with hate dripping in her voice as she wriggled against Wesker's firm grip.

Wesker's lips turned into a small annoyed smirk "Uroboro's is perfect virus, it will create the new world from the ruins of the old." Wesker said and nuzzled Claire's neck with his hand.

Claire felt sick. She had seen the pictures of black worms consuming a victim's body and that black oily substance. It was all ugly and horrific, just like Wesker. Maybe it truly did represent Wesker's world, his soul was just as ugly and horrific as the uroboros, it was almost as if he was the essence of the virus.

"Its going to be an one ugly world no arguing there…." Claire hissed and Wesker's grip tightened, clearly warning her from crossing the line.

The Redfield girl had to admit that even though she had seen some of the results in few photos she had managed to spy from Wesker's laptop; she knew almost nothing about it. Wesker had kept her as much in dark as possible.

"What ever you are going to do with that virus, I'm sure someone will stop you." Claire growled. Then she had time to barely yelp when Wesker grabbed her throat and forced her painfully against the wall, chocking her. "And just who did you have in mind Claire? "Wesker purred and pressed his face against her neck, kissing it lightly. "Who could stop me? Surely not Chris, since I killed him." Another kiss. Claire closed her eyes and swallowed hard "Were you thinking of Valentine? " Wesker continued with a sinister chuckle. "She is talented woman, but…. Without her partner, I doubt that she will be much of a threat." Another kiss, Claire flinched when Wesker let go of her throat and took hold of her chin, forcing Claire to meet his demonic eyes "Or perhaps…. you thought of Leon S. Kennedy?" Wesker couldnt help but feel satisfaction when the little colour she had on her face vanished when he mentioned Leon's name.

"Don't you dare touch Leon you bastard!" Claire barked and tried to punch him into face but Wesker dodged the blow easily and pressed Claire against the wall with his body "Lets not resort in violence dear heart, we have time for that later if you want." He chuckled and kissed Claire's red hair.

Claire felt sick. She closed her eyes and bit her lip lightly, trying to escape the situation into her mind, but no matter how hard she tried she was brutally pulled back with every kiss from wesker. "If you touch Leon I will…" Claire started but she was cut off by Wesker "You what Claire? Kill me?" He laughed and petted her cheek "Don't make empty threats Claire, they doesn't suit you. If Mr Kennedy gets in my way I will kill him. Maybe Ill even let you decide how." That did it. Claire growled liked a wild animal and tried to push Wesker off of her, wanting to get as far as possible from him. " Go to hell you freak! Haven't you done enough? You are just one of Umbrella's leftovers, so why cant you just roll over and die!" Claire yelled and tried to hit and kick him, which didn't really work in her evening dress. Wesker frowned and grabbed Claire's wrists to prevent her from hitting him and hurting herself more likely, this was going far enough.

"Enough Claire" He said sharply and restrained Claire by pinning her hands over her head against the white wall.

Claire grinned mockingly "Go ahead! Bruise me so that everyone can see what a abusing bastard you are, what would they think I wonder." She hissed and glared up into Wesker's eyes from beneath her bangs that had fallen over her eyes.

Wesker's expression was stone cold and he lowered his head and brushed his lips against Claire's ear "I can bruise you into places they cant see them." Wesker said with dead cold tone and moved one of his hands from Claire's wrist to her hip. "But, we really should hurry we don't want to have ms Gionne and others waiting for us." He added with smile and pulled back, letting Claire go. The Redfield girl rubbed her wrist a bit and saw Wesker move towards the door while pulling a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on. "Come Claire." He smirked and offered his hand. "It all will become clear for you tonight."

Claire hesitated before she slowly started to take steps towards Wesker. He looked like a demon offering her a trip to hell. As she reached him, Wesker gently took her hand "And do try to enjoy the evening."

It felt as if she was on a road to burning hell as they passed the door but what ever Wesker had in store for her or the world, she could take it, no matter what. She had not come this far to break down just yet.

Claire wondered how she was still able to live with herself when they entered the city's most glamorous restaurant with a lot of European aspects in both style and food. She walked belongside Wesker quietly and tried to look as calm as possible, but the nauseating feeling inside her was growing stronger every minute. It was hard to describe, it was as if there were something inside her, eating her up from the inside.

"Ah, Albert, we were waiting for you, you rarely take your time."

Claire blinked surprised when none other than Excela Gionne appeared, stunningly beautiful as always. She wore a long white evening dress that was rather boldly cut with gold belt and medallion. Her lustrous black hair was tied up into big topknot as usual. Claire felt couldn't help but feel a bit plain and simple in the presence of the model like beauty.

"Ms Gionne." Wesker addressed her politely. Excella smiled charmingly and chuckled "The heads of Tricell are take by the Uroboros, but they want to hear the facts from you before investing so big amount of resources into final development." Excella said and only now addressed Claire who was standing behind Wesker absently. "MS Redfield, I see you have decided to come as well. I must say I'm quite surprised, bioengineering isn't your field of work." Exella pointed out sharply with wide smile, clearly thinking her as an inferior being.

Claire kept her expression blank "Cant say I'm any less surprised." She shifted her eyes a bit to Wesker and noted a small frown, a hint for her to keep it docile. Excella smiled and turned around and walked past Wesker, almost touching him "Lets go, Tricell executives are waiting for you to tell them all about uroboros." Excella said and walked past the open double wing door into a big festival hall that was lighted by a huge chandelier looming over the hall. There was a small wide stairway with balustrade in the side made from white marble. Claire hesitated, she didn't want to be here, but she didn't really have any choice. It felt like she didn't belong there among all the glamour and beauty. But, neither did Wesker. They were like wolves dressed as sheep. Wesker turned around and noted Claire's hesitation. She looked almost fearful as he offered his hand once again for her, and slowly Claire raised her own and placed her palm against Wesker's. She felt her heart skip a beat when Wesker's fingers slowly pressed over her hand and he pulled her with him.

Slowly she took steps down the small stairway and let her gaze wander around the hall, people had turned to watch her and Wesker, and it felt terrifying. She didn't belong there.

But little did she know that the people in the hall turned to see just who was the angelic figure was that looked like she could shatter into thousands pieces with each step she took. They wondered who was that fragile delicate thing accompanied by the handsome older man with…. sunglasses…

Claire shifted her eyes from the room back to Wesker. It felt strange, all the sounds and voices blurred into one they lost their meaning. All she could focus on was Wesker. The little pull, the small support he offered to her, the single gesture. It felt reassuring for some reason. Claire walked down the steps and let Wesker lead her towards a table where a bunch of businessmen in black were waiting patiently for them.

Claire looked around, people were staring them and she understood something. Wesker was the only one breaking the dressing etiquette there with his sunglasses. Claire wanted to laugh but she didn't dare, but a small hint of smile formed on her lips. She knew that there was nothing to laugh about the situation, she would soon learn all about that uroroboros virus Wesker kept talking about and it was horrific, but yet, wasn't it those small shards of happiness that in the end mattered. Even among the darkness, sometimes a sunray can break through.

As they approached the round table with 3 business men, plus Excella, one of the men, a middle aged balding man with "AMBITION" practically stamped onto his forehead got up from his seat and addressed Wesker respectably "Mr. Wesker we were waiting for you, I'm Gregor Tyler, CEO of European branch of Tricell." He said and offered his hand for handshake, which Wesker almost lazily answered. Claire cursed slightly in her mind when the man looked at her with wide smile "And you must be Ms Redfield, lovely to meet you." He said and kissed Claire's hand gently and it took all the will force from Claire not to wipe her hand into her dress afterwards. "Pleasure." Claire said with monotone voice, not bothering to act interested and she knew that Wesker didn't bother to care for her behaviour much right now, as long as she was docile and didn't cause a scene.

The Tyler man smiled brightly "Now that you 2 are here, we can get down to business! We as Tricell's..."


Hours passed as Wesker presented the nearly perfect Uroboros virus, it was only a matter of time and funding when it would be ready and ready to use as B.O.W. Claire was silent as she ate her food that she couldn't probably even pronounce right. She studied the people in the table and was sure that all of the CEOs would end up in the end because everyone that worked Wesker usually did, no matter what. And these men, and Excella, all were highly ambitious, an aspect Wesker could use to twist and manipulate them with. Claire wondered what she was eating, it tasted really good, but she didn't know what it was since she had merely ordered that she would take the same as Wesker. Claire looked around every once in the while, she was pretty sure that Wesker and others had made sure that there was none eavesdropping them from afar. In fact she wouldn't be surprised if that man with codename HUNK was dressed as a butler or something, ready to pull out his Matilda pistol at anyone suspicious.

As the time passed and Wesker told all about Uroboros the more sick Claire felt. The virus was even more horrific than she had though. So this was Uroboros! The pictures had been sickening enough, but the ugliness of the thing in its true calibrate. It was disgusting and horrific. Was Wesker going to change the world with this? How? The thing…. it killed almost anyone it came in contact with. Only one in million could have the genes for good enough for Uroboros. What was he going to do with it? These men, all they could see was B.O.W, they didn't consider what else it could be used for. Claire felt terrified was this the future of the world, was the future determined by something as ugly as this?

She knew that Wesker was paying attention to her; he wanted to see how she would react when she learned all about uroboros and what it was capable of.

Finally it was over, the decision had been made. Tricell would be more than glad to fund the project Uroboros to reach its completion. Wesker would have all the resources and lab areas in Kijuju region in Africa to perfect the virus with help of Excella.

"Now, shall we celebrate a good business deal with champagne?" Tyler asked and before long Claire held a glass of super expensive champagne staring into the void with thousand thought running inside her head at the same time.

"Ms Redfield, you've been awfully quiet all the time, are you sure you are feeling well?"

Claire snapped out of her thoughts when she heard that smug voice that belonged to none other than Excella. "You do seem awfully pale ms. " One of the men pointed out. Claire faked a smile "Oh, sorry I was miles away."

"What do you specializese in Ms Redfield? I understand bioengineering and genetic research isn't your field of work." Tyler asked curiously. Claire put the champagne glass down and fixed a straw of her red hair behind her ear before answering "No, I have to admit that I know very little of biochemistry, though I have been in touch with it in…. well…in the field of operation." Claire said and tried to keep her voice strong and steady. "I'm more orientated in the fields of culture and arts." She added.

"Actually I must say that I'm quite surprised that mr Wesker decided to bring me along at all, since I have nothing to do with the work." Claire said sharply and sipped the champagne little, she didn't want to get intoxicated in Wesker's presence, it just might turn out badly.

She almost jumped when she felt Wesker's gloved hand on her arm, a gentle warning sign only she could understand. "Now now dear heart, you've been such an inspiration to me." Wesker said with soft amused chuckle.

Tyler smile was admiring and bit envying "I can see why, your lady companion is such a perfect delicate flower."

Wesker smirked "Yes, such a perfect flower." He repeated and pulled his hand back. Claire felt a mixture of nausea and loath churn inside her ' how dare he call me inspiration to that…. that horrific thing he has created. If only Chris was here."

But Chris wasn't there nor Leon, Jill or anyone.

Claire held the glass in her hand and didnt notice that her hand was shaking slightly. She felt like she was a passenger on a train heading straight to hell, and he couldnt get off it.

"So, how did you 2 meet? If I may ask, you seem such a…balanced partners." Tyler asked curiously, clearly more interested in Claire.

"That's it, he is doomed." Claire snorted in her mind and wondered if he was going to die first for his curious nature for Wesker didn't like people sneaking around trying to pry out all his secrets.

She felt her pulse quicken and the nauseating feeling inside her grew even stronger, making her dizzy when she heard Wesker's answer "We were brought together by and old friend of ours…. the only good thing he ever did." He said with loud almost sinister chuckle.

Claire couldn't take it anymore for it was all too much for her to handle in such a short time. Wesker had threatened Leon's life clearly only few hours ago and then he had shown the true nature of Uroboros and now he had even mocked Chris in most cruel way possible. Her brother had been a wonderful person. Chris had taken care of her when their parents had died; he had always been there for her when she needed help. He had taught her everything she needed d to know about life, about love. How could Wesker say that he had never done anything good else than brought her into his life?

Excella who had been left out for too long leaned in annoyance "Uroboros is perfect yes, we have worked hard for it and it will be success, I have no doubts of that." She said, clearly trying to get the attention back to the Uroboros virus. Back to the work she and Wesker shared.

Claire felt the panic grip her heart; she couldn't take this anymore, not anymore.

"Excuse I have to visit ladies room briefly." She said politely and turned around walking slowly out of the private room into the main hall.

She gathered the looks again and she felt like she was about to shatter any moment and die from agony inside her. Once inside the ladies room Claire leaned heavily against the marble table and tried to calm herself with breathing techniques and eventually she felt herself regain the control of her body. Claire placed her hand onto her forehead, she felt feverish. And when she slowly lifted her gaze up to the mirror she felt her heart race when she didn't see herself but Chris in the mirror. Claire's eyes widened in terror. It was Chris...Chris...Her brother, staring at her. She felt terrified, Chris saw what she had become, a doll to Wesker's will. "Dont look at me!" She whimpered and closed her eyes and when she opened them, the image was gone and only thing that stared back from the mirror was herself, as pale as a ghost. Claire touched her face to make sure it was her and then gave a short bitter laugh, "Now its happened, Ive gone insane." She said, smiling bitterly.

The young woman didn't look at the door when she felt it open and close quietly, but the person who came in caught her attention right away when she talked "I don't understand what he sees in you, you are so plain and simple." Claire turned her head to see Excella standing in front of the door with her arms crossed defensively over her chest. She was eyeing her up and down, clearly trying to find all the flaws she had. When Claire didn't answer she walked up to her and touched her face with her long fingers, "You have pretty face and eyes, I give you that." She said before smiling wickedly and tilted her head a little bit. "Trust me, before long he will grow tired of you and then he will change his attention to real women with skills."

Claire couldn't care less about what she thought of her and Wesker. "What do you want Excella?" She asked simply and turned her attention to the mirror and to the reflection she barely understood to be hers. Excella smiled and leaned against the table with her hip and hand, placing her left hand on her hip. "Nothing really, I'm merely offering my friendship Claire, we don't have to be enemies here." She said smiling.

Claire snorted and turned away from the mirror and fixed her hallow blue eyes on Excella's greyish eyes. "You don't have to play your little games with me Excella, I can clearly see that you are interested in Wesker."

Excella turned serious right way and stood up straight. "I see." She said smiling "Well, I hope you don't mind some competition."

Claire cocked her head amused "You know what? Go ahead, I won't mind at all." She said which caused Excella to raise her brow in curiosity "Hmmm? What are you playing at?" she asked. The red haired woman laughed softly "Cant you see how much I loathe and hate him, I you think you can take his attention away from me, go ahead! If you think you could persuade him to kill me that's even better!" She stated. Excella looked calm, yet Claire knew she was taken back by her words, clearly wondering whether she was playing a game or not "Then why are you with him? Why don't you just leave?" Claire smiled gently in almost forgiving manner; maybe Excella in the end didn't know as much of Wesker as she thought. "Because I don't have a choice in this matter Ms Gionne."

"And as for your friendship" Claire continued and looked directly into Excella's eyes "May I give you a friendly advise?"

"If you must." Gionne replied and waited patiently for the sickly pale woman to speak her mind.

"Stay away from Wesker, for your own good." Claire stated seriously, but then her expression turned from distressed to amused "But I think it's too late for you to get yourself out of this. I trust you know what Wesker is capable of and willing to do to see his work reach completion." She added before walking past the Tricell CEO and whispered to her as she passed "Hell be the death of you and everyone else in that table."

Before she could open the door Excella blocked the way with her arm and leaned closer so that their faces almost touched "Why are you alive? If you say hell be the death of my and everyone in that table, why aren't you dead? I know about you Claire." She said viciously, her delicate and alluring perfume was only faint, yet it caused Claire feel dizzy. "I know all about you. Wesker might find you interesting because you survived Raccoon city incident and Rockfort Island and that you know enough of Umbrella's secrets to be killed, yet you live. Why? Why are you alive?"

Suddenly, all the feeling in her body was gone, the dizziness, the hate and anger. She was hollow. After a shoty moment that seemed to be like an eternity, she spoke.

"I don't know." She whispered softly. Claire's face had lost the little colour it still held and she looked down "I don't know why I'm here…"

Excella pulled her hand back and let Claire pass. Something in the girls eyes had died when she had said those words. Her tone and emotions...had her warning been sincere? Was Wesker really going to be the death of her and Tricell? Excella diminished the thoughts and left the ladies room soon after Claire.

The angelic red haired woman took short insecure yet graceful steps toward the private room with Excella on her heels. Why was she alive, why did Wesker had to torment her? Why did he want her? Chris was dead! Why couldn't she be aswell...She wanted to die, yet she didn't have guts to do it herself. Claire smiled slightly in depressing way ' I'm pathetic.'

Why was she alive?

'Why am I alive…'

The nearby guests were startled and turned their attention to the angelic figure when she suddenly stopped in the middle of the hall.

"Why am I alive?" She whispered quietly and inhaled deeply, feeling weak.

"Somebody…."The angel said, voice barely strong enough to pronounce the words. Only the closest ones to her could make out what she was saying.

Claire didn't even note the fact that her eyes were getting blurry and warm salty tears ran down her cheeks…."Somebody…" She repeated weakly.

"Please kill me…."

Then all went black.

Many of the people in the restaurant let out a worried and surprised gasp when the beautiful red haired woman slumped onto the floor with loud thud. Several men hurried over to Claire to see if she was ok, but they were pushed aside by a dark haired man with sharp eagle eyes. He dressed in black tuxedo with earpiece speaker and microphone attacked to his head. He looked as if he was a bodyguard. "Boss, problem." He said and knelt next to Claire "Ms Redfield?" He asked roughly and tried her pulse and checked her breathing; she seemed to be ok. Excella stood back and stared Claire unimpressed but with slight curiosity.

A young man with eyeglasses knelt down as well "Is the lady ok? I'm a doctor, she should be taken to the hospital" HUNK looked up with cold expression that made the man go silent.

"That will not be necessary."

The man looked up when Wesker arrived at the scene and looked down at Claire who had fainted from stress and exhaustion with small, amused smile "My companion has merely overstressed herself." He said and shifted his attention to HUNK "Give her a sedative and take her back to the apartment."

The doctor seemed suspicious of the 2 men who clearly seemed dangerous. "Giving her the sedative is the last thing she needs! I'm taking her to hospital." He insisted. Wesker who was about to turn and leave stopped and glanced over to the doctor who had stood up. Wesker leaned in and lowered his sunglasses a bit, revealing his eyes only to him, "That won't be necessary." That did it. The doctor gaped like a fish out of the water and fell silent. Wesker ignored the man and turned back to face Claire and the mercenary. "I still have some unfinished business here. Take care of her." He said coldly and left for the private room with Excella close behind him.

HUNK snorted and picked Claire up and left the restaurant swiftly, ignoring the looks from the people.

"Its all right Claire, you'll be fine." HUNK muttered and left the restaurant with the fainted girl in his arms.


She walked through the pitch-black darkness insecurely and looked around, trying to see any kind of object but all she could see was blackness. "Claire…" She heard some one say and turned around to see Chris standing behind her, smiling gently; and beside Chris stood Steve with his boyish grin. Claire wondered if she had ever been so happy in her life and ran straight towards her brother "Chris! I missed you so much." She cried and hugged him. Chris patted his little sister gently. "Shhhh, its ok Claire, lets go home."

Claire opened her eyes to see that Chris and Steve had disappeared and looked around to see something in the dark "Chris! Steve!" She yelled and heard her voice echo in the dark. "Up here Claire! Come." She heard a voice from up above and looked up. She held her breath when she saw that the darkness cracked and rays of white sunlight passed into the darkness. And up there were Chris and Steve with white graceful feathery wings, like angels they were. And then she realised that she herself had wings, they were the purest white feather wings she had ever seen, making her into a real angel. "What are you waiting for Claire?" Chris teased her and flew higher "Come, Ill teach you to use gun better, just like old times! Remember when we shoot tin cans back in old days?" Chris asked.

Before she knew it Claire was hovering towards Chris and Steve with help of her newly found wings. She was so happy, no pain or misery. She was finally reunited with her loved ones. As she flew higher and higher the heavenly light became stronger and stronger and soon it almost blinded her. Chris ,who led her, seemed to disappear into the light but just as she was about to reach it, she heard something move behind her and turned to look back. She screamed when oily black tendril shot up and tied itself around her ankle, keeping her from going any further.

"No! Let go, let go!" Claire yelled and tried to kick the tendril away with little success. Then out of the darkness another one shot up towards her, this one wrapping tightly around her wrist. Claire felt panic grip her heart it felt like Wesker's touch. "No!" Claire yelled in panic. The tendrils pulled her back into the darkness. And no matter how much she fought back and flapped her wings, she couldn't get away. "Chris, help me! Don't let him take me." She cried out for her brother but he and Steve had already disappeared into the light, leaving her to the edge of darkness and light. "Let go of me you bastard!" Claire shrieked. But then 2 new tendrils appeared out of no where and twisted around her wings and crushed them. Claire screamed ion pain and agony as the shadowy oil tendrils pulled her falling body into the darkness.

The younger Redfield braced herself for the impact and was sure to die when she closed onto the surface of the blackness that reflected a little bit of the light. But to her surprise, she was pulled through the ground. It felt as if she had been plunged underneath water. The murky water filled her lungs as she tried to scream for help and yet she did not drown. Claire looked up to see the light shining above the surface; she indeed was underneath water. She tried to kick and swim, up but no matter how much she fought, she was pulled deeper ad deeper. The deeper she got the more tendrils there were and they snaked around her body, making sure that she couldn't get away. Tey even blocked the glimps of sun taht made it through the surface. Claire turned her head slightly when she heard a low dark chuckle behind her. She didn't have to guess twice who it was. "Wesker…" she whimpered weakly and her eyes widened in terror when she saw Wesker standing there in the dark in his business outfit. His hellish red eyes made him look like the devil himself, perhaps he was, and this murky depth of abyss was his domain.

Behind him spread out large wings made of black oil and shadows. It was his wings that had pulled her back into this abyss. Wesker yanked her closer and touched her broken wings gently with mocking smirk playing on his lips "Did you really think that Id let you go Claire? " he asked and moved his hands, and caressed her shoulder. "You'll never get out of this cage I've created for you, my little red canary bird." He said and pulled her into embrace.


Claire shot up in her bed with scream and breathed hard. When she realized that it had been only a dream she relaxed a little bit, only to yelp again in terror when she noticed someone sitting on the bed beside her, and it wasn't Wesker. Claire's eyes widened when a rough hand was clapped over her mouth " Keep it down for god's sake woman." And then Claire realized that the person sitting next to her was the man with codename HUNK. Claire relaxed again and the man removed his hand and put the weapons magazine he had been reading aside. Claire caught a glimpse of the cover, it listed a topics of the month, first being "Your TMP and you."

"You must have had a hell of a nightmare, you kept thrashing in your sleep and whimpering "no no no" all the time." He said smugly. Claire shot an angry glare at HUNK "Considering what Wesker has done to you though it is not really surprising." He continued. Claire noted a small needle mark on her arm and touched it, the skin around it was sensitive and it hurt. "What happened? I can't remember anything else but that I was in the ladies room with Excella…" Claire muttered and looked down ashamed.

HUNK's expression was blank "You fainted because of stress and exhaustion." Claire blinked, she didn't remember "I see…. well…what happened then?"

Hunk snorted "I gave you a sedative and brought you here, it was only about 4 hours ago. It's the early hours of morning."

Claire shifted her legs over the edge of the bed slowly and tried to stand up but the sedative was still in her system and a wave of dizziness hit her, and HUNK had to catch her so that she didn't fall on to the floor. "Take it easy." The mercenary said coldly and helped her to sit down on to the edge of the king-sized bed.

Claire held her head with her right hand to make the dizziness go away and turned her head a little bit when she heard someone enter the room. She didn't feel much of anything when she saw Wesker standing in the doorway. He hand changed to his usual leathery outfit. "How are you Claire? You had me quite worried back there." He asked with teasing voice followed by a low chuckle. He then turned his attention to HUNK "Your work is done, leave." He said coldly.

Claire looked up to HUNK who nodded and quietly left for the door, passing Wesker without saying anything.

Claire held her breath; with each step Wesker took towards her she remembered the evening. How she had passed out after that conversation with Excella. How Wesker had told her everything about Uroboros. Through the dizziness she heard how Wesker's steps got closer and closer. "How are you feeling Dear heart? I hope the evening wasn't too tiring for you." He asked softly and sat down on to the bed next to her, pulling out a vial or orange liquid. "This will help, it should counter the effects of the sedative in your body." He said and offered the vial to his captive, but Claire frowned and slapped his hand, causing the vial to fly out of his hand and shatter onto the wooden floor.

"I don't want anymore of your drugs." She spat, to which Wesker merely raised his brow amused "Fine, have it your way then."

Claire expected her body to go tense when she felt Wesker's hand travel up to touch her hair, but instead it felt almost...calming. She still had her elegant hairstyle, though the constant thrashing in her sleep had messed it up somewhat. Her lips were dry and she licked them nervously before she spoke. "Uroboros, are you really going to infect the whole world with it?"

Wesker chuckled and his hand travelled up. Claire sat completely still as Wesker pulled the hair pin holding her hair up out, letting her hair fall down freely. "Yes, and what magnificent world it will be for us." He said and ran his hand through Claire's hair gently. Claire frowned slightly and she couldn't help but feel ill when Wesker spoke of world's end while caressing her.' So he is serious about destroying the whole world.'

"Why?" She barked and looked up into Wesker's eyes "Why must you create something that can kill the whole world? Only one in million will have the DNA to match with Uroboros! How can you sentence 6 billion people to death just like that!" She yelled suddenly, ignoring the ill feeling churning in her body. Claire then let out a small pained yelp when Wesker grabbed a handful of her hair rather roughly and yanked her head back a little bit. "Because humanity's end is inevitable, this world is over populated, wars are fought over meaningless things." The tyrant growled.

Wesker then stopped for a moment, there it was, fear. Claire was afraid of him, or what he could and was about to do to the world. It was almost intoxicating to look into depth of those blue eyes and see the fear shining in them. Wesker smiled and lowered his face over Claire's "Its all for greater good my dear. From the agony of 6 billion people a new balanced world can be born." He said and brushed his lips lightly over Claire's.

Claire closed her eyes when Wesker kissed her, she didn't fight or struggle for it did her no good, instead she was completely still and soon Wesker pulled back but kept his grip still of her hair. Claire's fear had vanished, she felt so tired and yet she was not sure whether it was the sedative or not. Perhaps she was just finally too tired of fighting. "You are wrong Wesker." She said sadly and looked up into his eyes that held no emotion "This world is full of beauty and hope, perhaps there are bad things, terrible things, but people still find happiness in it, and that makes it wonderfull." She said sadly, and frowned "If you actually think that Uroboros can create a new world for you to rule, you are mistaken, because that thing cant bring anything beautiful into this world, nor create a new one. And if you think that I will allow you to do that, you are sadly mistaken. This world might flawed but Killing everyone on it wont fix the problem."

She didn't even flinch when she saw rage creep into her captor's eyes, she didn't fear the tightening grip in her hair, not the fact that a single punch from him could cause her body to become a blood geyser.

There was no anger in her voice, no rage just pure calm confidence "Don't even think that I will let you do that, the moment you loosen the leash on me, I will make sure you will not succeed on this."

Wesker's grin was wide enough to reveal his perfect white teeth and he nipped Claire's ear playfully before whispering softly "Well then Claire, I will tighten that leash." The Redfield girl's heart started to race when Wesker continued "I actually have few ways in mind." He said and moved his hand to touch Claire's stomach gently, but before he could touch her, Claire shot up from the bed, but she was still weak and as she tried to move, she fell. But Wesker caught her and pulled up against him "My, you are still weak from the sedative, you should sleep it off if you don't want my help." He said and placed his captive onto the bed gently. "I will tighten the leash every time you try something foolish my dear, to the point you have to beg for me to loosen it enough for you to breath, this I promise to you dear heart." Wesker whispered gently. Claire felt sleep take over her body and she closed her eyes. Before she drifted away she heard Wesker chuckle and trail his hand down her face. "Fight as much as you like dear heart, battle as hard as you can, but it wont change anything, it will only make my victory much sweeter."

Wesker petted Claire's head a while longer and admired her slim yet strong body. Uroboros was nearing its completion and there was nothing anyone could do, even if the newly founded BSAA sent some agent after him it wouldn't change anything. He finally had everything he needed and wanted. He had the resources he needed to plan spreading it across the globe, he had the power to change the world. And most of all, he had had his revenge on Chris for spoiling and delaying his plans. He then smiled and looked down at Claire, and of course he had her, the only person he had ever truly wanted. His queen: the person that would share his world. He pondered the business meeting earlier that night with satisfaction. She sad been shocked when they had presented the Uroboros project with . The terror in her eyes as she saw what the virus did to an unworthy test subject, how it consumed it. And apparently: it had been too much for her. No matter how much fortitude she had, Claire was going to break down soon. "When you break down, I will be there to pick up the pieces, and repair the damages." He chuckled. "If you could only forget your brother it would be so much easier for you…." Wesker continued, talking more to him than to her, after all she couldn't hear him.

He turned his head slightly to see her sleeping form and couldn't help but smirk, it had not been first time she had fainted in his present, and without much thought, his mind travelled back the good old days in STARS.


Wesker cursed out loudly as he walked out of the RPD headquarters. It was 10.00 pm and it was raining cats and dogs, plus it was damn cold. He had over worked again without even noticing and he was quite angry about it since he still had to finish up an Umbrella report for tomorrow, something he would have to do home. Home, how strange it sounded to him for he didn't think of the flat he lived in as home, more like base of operation. As the blond man opened an umbrella to shield himself from the cold rain, he noticed something red sitting on a wooden bench next to a lamppost, something red and wet. Usually he wouldn't have cared much for such thing, but he stopped when he realized that it was Chris' little sister, it was Claire. The girl apparently had not noticed him since she sat there staring to he ground apathetically, clearly not aware of her surroundings. "Ms Redfield?" He asked softly as he could, which was hard and the girl slowly turned her head to look up to him.
He felt something stir inside him when he saw those crystal blue eyes gaze up at him. She had been crying, he could tell that. "…. Captain Wesker?" She asked unsure and fell silent again, looking down to the ground "Have you seen Chris?".

Wesker clearly remembered them leaving earlier that evening together from the police department, apparently Claire had come to Racoon city for the weekend and had met up with her brother at the RPD. "I remember you leaving with him together earlier this day. "

Claire let out a small sob "We had a fight over something…I cant even remember anymore what it was about."

She then wiped away her tears that were now mixed with the rainwater. "I stormed off angrily, and got lost, I don't know this city too well."

Wesker glared down at her when the soaked girl giggled sadly and looked up to him again "Then I remembered that I didn't have my cell phone or wallet with me, I had left them into Chris' care for a moment and forgot to take them back, and now I don't know what to do." She continued weakly and slowly stood up. Wesker noted that her clothes were completely wet.

"I was sure Chris would have come here…. but no…guess I just walk home."

Wesker didn't know what came over him that caused him to make the offer "Ill drive you home, I'm not sure where Chris lives, but you can guide me." He said. The young girl stared him with hazy eyes, clearly wondering if he was serious.

"O…. ok…If its no trouble." She muttered and took few shaky steps. Wesker noticed that something was wrong. "Is everything alright Ms Redfield?" he asked.

"Yes…I'm fine, I just…I just…." Claire tried but then she suddenly collapsed. Wesker moved quickly enough to catch her before she hit the ground. He tried her forehead; it was burning. There was no mistake, Claire had a fever and really bad one. The younger Redfield had probably been walking the streets in the rain for hours, so it was no wonder she had caught fever.

Wesker muttered something and picked her up and carried over to his car, the report would have to wait for tomorrow, he had the sick ms Redfield to tend to.

Before long Wesker arrived at his apartment and unlocked the door while holding Claire's unconcious body against him. The poor girl was soaked and burning hot. He placed Claire onto the sofa and tried her forehead gently, trying to determine how bad it was. Wesker pulled his sunglasses off, revealing his blue grey eyes. He sighed and walked over to the telephone, picking up the receiver. He dialled Chris' cell phone's number and waited. He sat on to the sofa's arm and studied Claire's sleeping form, she was so beautiful and fragile looking.

"tuuut….tuuut." Wesker waited patiently, Chris was most likely too busy to answer. But then he picked up the call "Yeah? Who is it, I'm really busy right now so…"

"Chris…. Looking for your sister?" Wesker asked coldly and Chris went silent.

His gaze travelled up and down Claire's body. Her hair was dark and soaked but was still on a high ponytail. "Wesker? What...Have you seen her I've…" He heard Chris' panicking voice start but Wesker cut in "She's fine, I picked her up."

"Picked up? As in?" Chris asked clearly confused.

Wekser tapped the sofa's back in annoyance, how thick could Chris' brain be. "I took her to my apartment, she was waiting for you at the RPD."

"In your…home?" Chris asked clearly in disbelief. Wesker raised his brow amused when he heard Jill's voice ask, "Chris, is Claire all right?" To which Chris answered "Yeh, I think captain took her to his apartment."

Wesker snorted when after a moment of silence Jill clearly asked "What?" in disbelief.

"I uh…. could I talk to Claire?" Chris' asked suddenly.

"She's out cold…." Wesker replied coldly, his eyes travelling from Claire's hair to her hip and legs. "What? She left!"

Wesker wanted to groan out loud. "As in unconscious Chris…"

"Oh I see…. Where do you live, Ill come pick her up."

Wesker studied Claire for a while. He couldn't help but be interested in her. He wanted to learn more about her.
"Better not, she is sleeping, Ill drop her by the RPD tomorrow, 9 am."

"I…." Chris started but fell then silent, clearly considering the alternatives "Fine…. and Wesker…When she wakes up, could you tell her that I'm sorry?"

"Do it yourself, you are her big brother." Wesker snarled and hung up.

He glanced at Claire who was mumbling something in her sleep, "sorry…sorry…" She was asking forgiveness from someone, probably Chris.

Wesker stood up and picked up a blanket. Before covering Claire with it he gently pulled her coat, throwing it on to the armchair's back.

For a moment Wesker just studied the young girl sleeping on his black leather couch, she had barely any resemblance to her brother, except for the facial structure perhaps, but he had no doubt about the fact that she was probably just as headstrong as her brother.

Then out of blue the S.T.A.R.S captain remembered the report he was supposed to give just in few days. He cursed quietly and sat down on to the armchair and picked up a small flap board and pen. It was late, but he had to finish it up.

He paid a single look to Claire and gave a short chuckle "Remind me to sign Chris to night shift tomorrow." He muttered but got no answer, which was expected.

Wesker then turned his attention back to the report and started to fill it quietly, tomorrow was a new day and would bring the mansion test one day closer.


For a moment the blonde tyrant was snapped from his memories when Claire shifted in her sleep and mumbled Chris' name. Wesker gently caressed his captive's head; her expression was serene and peaceful. Just like back then.

Wesker smiled when he remembered the following morning. Claire had panicked at first when she was in strange apartment but when she had noticed him sitting in the armchair reading, she had calmed right away. It was probably the only time he had gained that reaction from her. The calmness when she saw him….

He had explained the situation to her quickly and bluntly and she had been embarrassed of the whole situation she had gotten herself into. After a quick and simple breakfast he had taken her to the RPD where Chris had been waiting nervously.


As he parked his black car on to his usual spot in the RPD parking lot Wesker noticed Chris standing in front of the RPD building. It was Chris' day off, so he wore jeans and jacket. Claire who was sitting next to him noticed her brother standing next to the entrance of the RPD, but before she stepped out of the car she turned to him "I…I haven't thanked you yet I guess, I really hope that I wasn't much of a trouble to youyesteday ." She said and Wesker could see blush rising on to her cheeks.

"No, you weren't much of a trouble miss Redfield." Wesker said bluntly and checked his watch, it was already past eight, and he was supposed to be at Birkin's laboratory soon to give the report. "Thank you, I'm so glad that Chris has such a great captain." Claire said with bright smiled. Wesker felt something deep inside him stir, something that he did not recognize, something entirely new to him.

Claire opened the car door and got up, but before she closed the door she smiled "Remind me to repay your hospitality ok? Maybe I could offer a cup of coffee some afternoon next time I'm in the town?"

Wesker fixed his sunglasses up slightly to make sure his eyes weren't shown for it would be one of the few times he was actually surprised. "Ill think about it." He said and checked his watch again "You better get back to your brother, he seems worried." Wesker said and nodded towards Chris who was standing in the morning mist worried with a gift that was wrapped in red gift paper in his hands. "Yeah, thanks once more captain Wesker."

Wesker didn't know what went over him when he smirked slightly, replying dryly "Dear heart, Wesker will be enough, you make my name sound like a super hero name." Had he actually made a joke?

He couldn't help but feel amused when Claire blushed and tried to get apology out of her mouth. "Sorry…Ah well, look at the time, got to run …cap….Wesker." She yelped and turned around, hurrying over to her brother.

Wesker stared after her for a moment before switching the gear and driving out of the RPD's yard. "Maybe he should accept the offer for afternoon coffee…"

Wesker blinked when he felt something warm and wet touch his hand that petted Claire's cheek. He turned his head slightly to see that she was crying in her sleep. His expression was blank and emotionless "You'll feel better tomorrow, sleep now Claire, tomorrow is another day for us and one step closer to our future." Then he stood up and walked over to the door, and left Claire to sleep and dream in peace.


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Claire had no idea how many days it had passed since that evening. 2 weeks? 3? To put frankly she just didn't care anymore. Her days passed by one after another. She barely talked with Wesker and tried to keep to herself as much as possible. Just seeing the man reminded her of the fate of the world if no one stopped him. Yet she couldn't do anything to stop him. She knew that he had more than one pair of eyes watching her. What she found most curios was that the Mr Tylor she had met at the dinner had visited her few times, clearly wishing only to talk to her under the made up lie about wishing to see Wesker when he clearly and knowingly wasn't with her. She hadn't really been that surprised when the European man had asked all kinds of questions about Wesker, to which she had answered rather bluntly and in dodging way. The man was most interested in Wesker's virus that he had learned about.

Claire had felt sorry for the man even when she told him honestly that she didn't know much about it and that he should ask Excella about it, for she must know more about viruses and all that crap. She had felt sorry for the man because he was going to die soon.

It was Thursday evening. The sun had fallen behind the horizon a good time ago and the young Redfield woman sat comfortably in a large wine red armchair reading a book she had picked up earlier from the library, accompanied by HUNK in civil clothing, most curious sight. For once she wore comfortable pair of blue grey jeans and brown long sleeved t-shirt with black sleeveless jacket. Earlier that day when she visited library with HUNK she had used the opportunity to buy clothes she wanted. Usually it was Wesker who picked something for her to wear. As she thought of her shopping spree earlier she couldn't help but feel slightly devious satisfaction as the image of HUNK carrying all her shopping found it's way into her mind. She had bought shoes, jeans, shirts, anything that was her. Claire turned the page and kept reading, but was interrupted when suddenly the door flew open and Wesker walked in. Claire bit her tongue when she noted that there was semi dry blood on the man's cheek, trailing all the way down his neck, his hair was messier than usually.

He closed the door and opened his coat, tossing it onto chair's back. Claire felt nauseated when she saw the blood sprays on his clothing.

Wesker tore his sunglasses away, almost crushing them. Then he noted her sitting on the armchair a as he turned his attention to her. Claire wondered if she had gone mad when she didn't feel fear or discomfort when she saw Wesker's eyes that were glowing red; usually they were orange and calm. The "flashiness" as she had dubbed it was usually triggered when he was angry or annoyed.

Claire closed the book and placed it onto the table. Wesker stood still as Claire stood up and strolled over to him slowly, stopping infront of him. "You killed him, didn't you?" She asked calmly. No answer. Her expression was calm, collected and demanding. "Did you? " She pressed on. Wesker's eyes glowed even more intensely. "Yes, I killed him." He finally replied.

Claire managed a small bitter smile "Not really surprising, its all you can do, the only way you can solve anything."

She then strolled to kitchen and picked up a piece of cloth and moistened it underneath the running water for a moment before closing the tap and squeezing the extra water off it. She then returned back to the living room where Wesker had taken off his gloves. Claire walked up to him "Did he ask too many questions?" Claire pressed on as she reached slowly up with the cloth piece in her hand, to clean Wesker's face off the blood. She winced when he grabbed her wrist, preventing her from touching him.

His eyes kept glowing dangerously. "Its ok, no need to answer that, I think I know already the answer." She said and smiled unhappily. "Its good to be reminded of what you are." She continued and after a moment of silence she felt Wesker's hand let her wrist go and she pressed the moist cloth against his cheek and clean the blood off.

"And what is that I am?" Wesker asked while intensely staring in to her eyes.

Claire's smiled vanished and she whispered quietly "A monster that can only solve things with violence. All your answer's to your problems is killing those who are in your way."

Claire worked with patience; it didn't feel that bad to touch him. It was then she realized that he looked older; from his physical form one would be surprised to learn that he was almost 50 years old, but his eyes and face held the signs of age, as small as they were.

"Do you regret anything?" Claire asked after a moment of silence. Wesker raised his brows in question "What do you mean exactly dear heart?"

Claire finished up with his work and pulled away from him, the glow of Wesker's eyes was almost completely gone. "Do you regret anything at all? The people whose life you've taken? Or the decision to betray S.T.A.R.S and use them as live testing experiments?" She asked.

Are you even capable of regret? Claire couldnt help but wonder.

Wesker pondered her question for a good time, measuring it from all points "What are you after?" He finally answered the question by another.

Claire coudlnt help the seeping feeling of anger growing inside her. It was calm and collected anger, very much like the anger Wesker expressed. "This has been going on for years, the cat and mouse play between you and the people who oppose you, death and more death follow you and me, I know it by now." Claire said and she smelled the moist blood she had washed off Wesker's face. It made her ill. "We aren't getting any younger you know. This has been going on for almost a decade, aren't you afraid that you will be defeated on the brink of your success? That someone will take away your victory after the years of work?"

Claire felt uneasy when she saw a smirk form on her captor's lips. "Claire, you should know by now, that nothing could stop me." Claire tried to pull back but it was no use when Wesker possessed speed that enabled dodging bullets. He grasped her chin gently, keeping her still while leaning slightly down. "When the stakes are high, the moment you grasp the victory is most amazing, when all the years of work pays off."

Claire heard Wesker whisper one more thing before he crashed his lips on hers "I've eliminate the only risks in this game Claire, and that risk was that wretch of brother of yours."

Claire felt strange, Wesker's touch didn't feel so bad anymore. When he kissed her it didn't feel wrong, evil, or disgusting anymore. She had become used to him. Claire closed her eyes and tightened her hold of the bloody rag. The man had just killed someone moments ago, but she couldn't deny it; it felt good. She kissed him back gently and unsure while trying to ignore the nauseating scent of blood.

After what seemed like and eternity Wesker pulled back and let go of her Claire felt a wave of ashame crash over her and she looked away. "There is one regret I do have." Wesker finally said softly, almost…. lovingly, no it couldn't be, she must have misheard.

"W..what ?" Claire asked unsure and she wanted to close her eyes as she felt Wesker's thumb caress gently the area underneath her eye while still grasping her chin.

"I regret that I didn't take you with me a long time ago."

Claire fell silent. Wesker's eyes were now perfectly normal and he studied her briefly before walking past her. Claire turned around as Wesker passed her but the blonde tyrant didn't seem to have anything to say to her.

She wondered whether she should as the question, since it probably made him only angry.

"Whose blood was it?"

Wesker stopped but didn't turn around. "Mine, the man had some nasty body guards." With said that he left.

Claire moved only when she heard the door close and sighed deeply before walking back to the kitchen and discarding the rag in to trash can and washed her hands. After done that she returned to the armchair and sat down, picking up the book.

"Am I his only regret?" She pondered the question out loud. It sounded so amusing, so ridiculous. He would have beaten her to death back on Rockfort Island if he had not gained that call. Yet, in past Wesker had often shown kindness to her, back in S.T.A.R.S time, had it been all just acting? Probably. But even so he still respected her and chose to treat her well. Well besides the occasional violence and drugging.

The smell of blood lingered in her hands as she opened the book. She stared her hand for a moment, how many shots had she fired with guns? How many monsters had she killed? Yet, they had not been people, not real living and feeling people. And yet when Wesker had walked in, covered in fresh blood, she had not really felt much of anything, it was like it was perfectly normal.

All the violence and death; she had grown used to it a long time ago. And the man behind all the suffering was Wesker and yet she had allowed him to kiss her without any resistance, and had even kissed him back, even if it had been a brief moment. She truly had betrayed all those close to her.

Claire closed her eyes.

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"I'm disgusting... "

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"Still hiding from the angry Chris fangirls" Pssst, I'm running out of canned food and shotgun ammo, so someone please distract them while I run to mall free of zombies to gather more food.

Yes, I admit it I'm hopeless case here, I cant end my stories. Im not completely happy with this chapter, mainly because of the ending and the restaurant part. I know next to nothing about restaurants so it was really hard for me to write it in English. I know that the feeling in this chapter was a lot different from the first one, and was not as tightly knit in structure.

Anyways, the NEXT chapter will be the last one, I promise you that. And I promise you a shower scene with Wesker! I know that this chapter didn't really have anything drastic, and I tried to concentrate on Wesker's motives...Gah, don't mind me I'm just hopeless, my own story confuses me to the brink of madness.

As usual, there are a lot of grammar mistakes and cheesy scenes. And btw I cant come up with good names, thats why I never make so few minor oc characters such as "Gregor Tyler" I just...hate naming people! While I Was writing this I watched some soapopera and picked up some names from it .

Edit: Typos typos typos...I know there are a lot of them! SInce this is a lot longer chapter what Im used to write, I make a lot more mistakes and stuff...