Claire sat gazing out the car window as Wesker went to get her something to eat. She thought to herself this would probably be the best time to run but then she remembered what Wesker said about what would happen to Chris if she vanished again. She sighed and decided to listen to some music. She had a look in the glove box and wasn't surprised to find it empty. Wesker returned and handed her a bag.
"There something to satisfy your stomach now will you please stop complaining." He asked as he started the car.
"Nope as long as you keep me prisoner you can beat me all you like my moaning will continue." Claire answered before resuming her stare out the window. Wesker sighed and drove away from the shop. They drove along in silence, which Claire found irritating.
"Do you like sitting in silence?" she asked. Wesker smiled a little.
"Silence or listening to you complain constantly you know I might actually have to think about that one." He answered sarcastically.
"You know you should become a comedian you're that funny." Claire said. She turned around and tried to get into the back seat. Wesker pulled her back.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I am going for a walk; what does it look like i am doing." Claire answered.
"No need to be sarcastic Claire i was only asking." he replied.
"Wesker I have a headache and unless you want to hear about it I suggest you let me into the back seat so I can go for a sleep." Claire answered. Wesker pondered for a moment, then he realised he too was getting a headache.
"Fine go ahead." He said. Claire smiled and got into the back seat and went to sleep. He pulled over to the side of the road and rubbed his temples.
"Why did I take her again." He groaned to himself someone how he thought Chris was probably suffering less than he was at this moment.
"Aww poor babee Wesker got a head ache too." Claire said. Wesker looked at her; he thought she was sleeping.
"I don't have a head ache I am just thinking." He said. Claire laughed.
"Yeah right of course Wesker doesn't suffer from headaches."
"Well I don't." he said. He reached over and slapped her.
"I told you don't give me a reason to have to beat you again." He warned. Claire reached out and hit him back.
"Well you will get as good as you get then." She answered.
"I very much doubt that Claire." He said in return.
"Wesker one of these days you will let your guard down then bang I'm going to move in and wipe you from the face of the earth." Claire said her headache pounding harder behind her eyes. Wesker reached over to slap her again but she caught his hand.
"I have a head ache Wesker slap me again and you will regret the day you where ever hatched." Claire warned. Wesker glared at her.
"You ever speak to me like that again Miss Redfield and you to shall rue the day you where ever born."
Claire sat up and rubbed her head. It was getting worse. She tried to give her worst evil glare but she couldn't she lay back down again.
"Wesker I already regret the day I was born." She said quietly and went to sleep.
He thought to himself again why he had taken her.
"Maybe you have feelings for her." His inner voice suggested. He looked down at her. She was sleeping now. He could see tears falling down he cheeks. He stopped in at another shop and bought some aspirin. He gave them to her when she woke up.
"Thanks." She said taking out four and swallowing them. He took the bottle from her.
"Just to make sure you don't try anything stupid." He said. Claire scowled at him.
"And you can wipe that look of your face to." He said. Claire put on her brightest smile; that made him feel uneasy.
"Ok you can stop that to or I will slap that smile right of your face." He said. Claire sat back in the seat and closed her eyes; praying the aspirin would kick in quick. They where off on their journey again.
"Where are we going we have been travelling for hours." Claire asked.
"No where special." Came Wesker's reply.
"Ok then." Claire said; she began to sing.
"Claire could you please stop that." Wesker asked. That only served to make her louder. Wesker stopped the car abruptly and got out. He dragged her out the back seat and took her around to the back of the car.
"I will put you in there if you don't shut up.' He said. Claire climbed into the boot.
"Could you shut the door please its very bright in here." She said. Wesker rolled his eyes and closed the lid. He got in and too off again. Claire lay in the dark and smiled.
"It looks like I may be winning maybe he will get so sick of me that he will let me go." Claire thought to herself.
"Or maybe he will kill you." Her inner voice replied. Claire began to sing again. Wesker was beginning to get irritated by this show of disrespect he thought she would be terrified of him but she wasn't.
"Maybe I have made a mistake by taking her all she will do is annoy me till I let her go." He thought to himself.
"Well in that case you will just have to kill her." His inner voice said. Wesker didn't like that thought it then began to dawn on him what the situation really was and it made him angry that he could be so weak.
"I do have feelings for her." He said out loud but no so loud that Claire could hear it. He reached his destination. He got out and went to the back of the car.
"Now when I let you out your not going to try anything stupid are you?" he asked.
"Yes Wesker as soon as you open this boot I am going to jump out and kung fu your sorry ass." She replied.
"Now who's the comedian." He said. He opened it and let her out.
"Oh great another forest Umbrella just love their wooded surroundings don't they." She said. Wesker took her down some stairs into another building that looked exactly like the other one she had been in.
"Wait a sec this is the building I was in before." Claire exclaimed as she saw her watch discarded on the floor.
"Yes it is I figured Chris wouldn't risk his friends so there was no harm in bringing you back here." He said. Claire flumped down on the bed.
"Stuck with you again." She said.
"Yes Claire stuck with me again." He left locking the door behind him.
"God that man can be so annoying." Claire said to the empty room. A smile appeared on her face.
"He is a damn handsome man though." She thought to herself. It was like her inner voice had some how changed its tune and was talking through her.
"No way he is Albert Wesker for god sake I cant think that." She said to the inner voice. There was silence. When she sat down and thought about it there was something attractive about the man even though he was a murdering bastard who didn't care who he killed in pursuit of his own goals.
"A murdering bastard who wears a black onsomble so well topped off with razor fine shades" she thought to herself. she laughed.
"God I need a cold shower." She thought to herself before heading off to the bathroom.