"Hold me"

"Why?"

"I just want you to"

"I cant do that"

"Why not?"

"Because I cant"

"That's not an answer"

"You are my prisoner"

"I haven't had contact with anyone but you for months please just do this for me"

"Sorry I cant"

Claire woke up to find Wesker gone. Her dream had seemed so real she had just had a conversation with Wesker that she thought she would never have.

"Only in your dreams" she thought to herself. She got up and went to the kitchen. She had something to eat and went back through to watch some TV.

"To much telly will ruin your eyes." A voice said from the door.

"So what there is nothing else to do." She answered.

"Count the ceiling tiles." He said

"308" she said.

"Excuse me?" Wesker asked coming in and sitting down.

"There are 308 tiles on that ceiling I counted them last time you brought me to stay." She answered.

"Oh well then TV it is." He said. Claire smiled and went back to flicking through the channels. Claire couldn't concentrate on the TV. Wesker hadn't taken his eyes off her. She switched it off and turned to face him.

"Wesker doesn't keeping an eye on me interfere with your life?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked in return.

"Well having to come back and check on me all the time must really cut into your day." She answered.

"Not at all I am not doing very much at the moment all of my little projects are running smoothly." He said.

"Oh so you thought hmm not much happening oh I know I think I will ruin Claire Redfield's life by making her have to put up with me for months." She said. Wesker smirked slightly,

"Oh I take it you don't enjoy my company then?" he asked.

"Ha you have to be kidding I can think of better things I could be doing with my time like hmm you know like watching paint drying." She answered. He got up and left and came back moments later with a paint can and a brush.

"Oh Wesker my sides are splitting I never thought I would see the day a monster with a sense of humour." She said.

"Even the greatest monsters in history had a sense of humour." He said.

"Yeah but not one that other people could appreciate cause usually its them on the other end." She said. He handed her the can of paint.

"Here paint the place then watch it dry then we shall see if it is more interesting." He said.

"Wesker if you don't stop being so amusing I fear my sides may split completely." Claire said sarcastically.

"Claire I have to ask you something." Wesker said.

"What?"

"If I where to say you could leave would you actually go." He asked. Claire thought for a moment.

"Yeah of course I would." She answered. Wesker noticed her ponder and wondered what she was thinking.

"Well then you can go." He said.

"No way you will just go and kill everyone I love forget it I'm staying here." She said. She knew he was just toying with her and she wouldn't fall for it.

"Then I suppose that means you do want to be here?" Wesker asked.

"If it means keeping my friends and family safe then yes." She answered. He got up and left. Claire sighed and lay down on the bed. How can you love and hate someone so much at the same time. She tried to work up the courage to ask him about his real intentions and by the time he returned she was ready.

"Wesker how do you feel about me?" she asked. Wesker was caught completely off guard. He had to think quickly.

"You are a nuisance but apart from that nothing why?" he answered. He sat down on the chair in front of the computer.

"Wesker there is something I would like to tell you no I must tell you before I explode." She said. Wesker leaned forward slightly in his chair.

"Go ahead miss Redfield." He said. She opened her mouth to say what she had worked all day working up the courage to say but when the time finally came to say it she couldn't.

"I'm sorry I cant." She said.

"Miss Redfield where you about to say you that you actually enjoy being in my company is that why you are finding it so hard to say?" Wesker asked.

"Yeah I suppose that's what it is." She answered. Wesker got up.

"Well I have to leave again things to attend to you shall just have to wait for my return." He said.

"Oh with baited breath." She replied sarcastically. As much as she enjoyed his company she was still really angry with him. He smiled and left.

"Why couldn't I just say it Wesker I want you see its not that hard." She thought to herself.

"After everything that man has done, he killed most of Jill and Chris's friends then he kidnapped you and beat you " Her inner voice seemed to have turned back to hating Wesker.

"I know all this and I don't know why I feel like this but I do I can't help it." She answered back. Once again the inner voice was silent. She switched the TV back on and mindlessly flicked through the Channels. She sighed and switched it off again. She went to the computer desk and found a pad and a pencil.

"Well if I cant say it I will write it," she thought to herself. She began to write. The letter was getting longer and longer and to stop herself from backing out she didn't read over what she was writing. By the time she was done the letter was two pages long. Most of it was gibberish but there was a point to it. Satisfied that she had got in everything she wanted to say she left the note on the table and went for a shower. Wesker arrived some time later to find Claire sleeping. He checked to make sure that she was sleeping and not faking like she had before; she was. He turned and noticed the letter on the table. He sat down and began to read. The more he read the more he was surprised at what had been written. He couldn't believe after everything he had done to her this was how she felt. He put the note in his pocket sat back and waited for Claire to wake up.