Chapter 7
Wesker was absorbed in his driving, but wasn't surprised to look over and find Claire asleep. While he had little use for sleep, rest, or food, he knew that she required all three; a minor annoyance to him. It would slow him down; again he cursed those imbeciles who had thought to take his life's work from him. He should have heard them coming sooner. Normally, whenever a rival team would arrive, he would be long gone.
Claire was a liability and a distraction; however necessary. He needed to find a new base of operations, something different than his usual ones. If they had found his Nevada base, then what exactly would stop them from tracking him down to Spain, or even his facility in Greenland?
No, he needed something that had been out of use for awhile, something that wasn't attached to his usual research. He pondered over it; and then it hit him. The base in Cairo. That facility had been devoted to breeding; a failed project that the morons at Tri-Cell had quickly abandoned when the T-Virus became too unstable and volatile in the offspring; causing rampant mutations and, eventually, the total annihilation of the staff there. It had been closed for over five years now, maybe even six. And if he remembered right, the lead researcher there had an entire wing that was his own; with a laboratory ajorning his bed chamber. Something he wouldn't be needing in his current condition; the dead needed nothing.
He dialed a number on his phone, and speaking tersely, made the arrangements for it's re-opening and a private jet to Cairo. The woman on the phone asked him no questions; telling him that it would be forty-eight hours before everything would be ready. Two days. Wesker frowned, but didn't argue. He would just use that time wisely, trying to impregnate his captive.
But who was really the captive here? He glanced over at Claire's sleeping face, his heart constricting painfully. He'd have to leave her soon; business called. The thought upset him more than it should. Wesker was disturbed by his growing dependence on the girl. Yet, he knew he'd be more upset still if anything came between them.
He drove until the gas gage was almost on E, and spotting a Marathon ahead, he pulled into it's parking lot. After filling up the tank, he filled the gas can in his trunk, and went in to pay. He grabbed some pre-made sandwiches, a couple bags of chips, bottled water, pop, and anything else that Claire might need for the road, including a couple magazines he found on the rack. Darkness was beginning to fall overhead, and he dumped his purchases, minus the reading material, into the newly acquired cooler with a big bag of ice. That he carefully loaded into the back seat of his favorite car; the blood red interior was spotless, and he wanted to keep it that way.
"Wesker?" Claire sounded groggy, and he closed the door behind him, passing her the magazines and a bottle of Pepsi. She took the items without a word, and cracked open the pop, taking a long swig. He started the engine.
"We'll be leaving for Egypt in two days." He informed her.
"Egypt? Where are we now?" Claire asked him.
"Just outside of Reno. That was my first stop today." Wesker answered her.
"Do you want me to drive for a while? So you can rest?" Her voice sounded almost....hopeful. He arched a brow, and shook his head in negation; no one drove his Charger.
"Dear heart, I do not require rest. The virus in my system heals my body; sleep is a luxury, not a necessity." They passed a road sign, too fast to read it, and he watched her eying the speedometer. They were barreling down the road at 85 mph; not that fast for him. He smirked when she buckled her seat belt. "Do you want me to slow down, dear heart? I don't want to scare you."
"No. But if you do hit something, make sure it's hard enough to kill me; or you'll pay for it later." Claire smiled at him, chugging down the rest of the Pepsi. He chuckled at that.
After a while, she touched the radio dial, searching through the stations until she found one. Some rock band; he wasn't much one to listen to anything newer than classical, but he found that he liked this song.
"Who is this?" He asked her.
"Slipknot. I think the song's called 'Duality'. They're one of my favorites." Claire shared, staring out the window. Neither of them spoke for a while, until Claire suddenly asked, "When you found me that night, why were there zombies?"
"The bio-weapons? That was an accident; Tri-Cell was carting a shipment of virus samples, and the man in that car was their mule. The best that anyone could figure, he swerved to miss an animal. Beyond him and the cop, no one else was infected." Wesker answered.
"Tri-Cell's got the virus?"
"T-Virus, G-Virus, the Los Plagas, and the T-Veronica virus. It's all inconsequential now. I've created something far better, far superior. Something to end all suffering; all wars. Something to usher us into a new era." Wesker looked at her for a reaction. Her face was a careful mask, unreadable.
I shuddered as his sentence came to a close.
"New era? How many lives will that end? How much is enough for you?" I whispered out sadly, looking at him. Outside the car, night had enveloped us totally, and yet, Wesker still wore his omni-present sunglasses.
"When there is no more pain, no more needless dying; then the world will be perfect; it's people no longer will be at war, no longer will the homeless starve, no more children suffering. No price could be too high for that, dear heart. A few million people out of the world, the dead ends of civilization no longer wanted or needed. A high price, I admit, but one I'm willing, nay, obligated to pay."
"You've got a few screws loose up here, don't you?" I asked, tapping his head lightly to emphasis my point. "Who died and made you god?"
"I did." His voice was cold, I could see his jaw clenching, the harsh lines of his face pulled back almost in a grimace. "I died. And when I awoke from death's icy clasp, I was as God. I am as God. Only those capable of being a god shall be, and I will bring about great change. It is my life's work; to end everything bad in the world. It's narrow-minded people like you and your brother who can't see the forest in spite of the tree."
"Wesker, that's insanity."
"I've never claimed to be completely sane, dear heart. They say that the line between genius and insanity is a thin one; and let me tell you, it's easy to cross. Am I insane? That's subjective. Is it really that crazy to want to end all suffering?"
"No. But why do so many people have to die?"
"It's naive of you to think that there isn't a price for perfection." Wesker pulled into the parking lot of a hotel, and slammed the car into park angrily.
"Why are you telling me all of this?" I asked, anger seeping into my tone. He was being stubborn, not listening to reason.
"Because, Dear Heart," He said, emphasizing the endearment, "You are whom I have chosen to stand by my side in this new dawn."
I was speechless. He opened his door, and stepped out. I followed suit, and there was silence between us as he checked us in. The hotel was clean, but old; and the room had a light musky smell to it. The door was barely closed behind him when he turned to me, catching me up in his powerful arms. His lips slammed down on mine, and despite my anger (or maybe because of it), I returned his kiss; we tumbled onto the bed ungracefully, me on top of him. I pulled my shirt over my head and his fingers made quick work of the bra.
Wesker's large hands came up to cup my breasts, his thumbs flicking over the sensitive nipples; I moaned low, grinding my hips against his. His reasons for this were sick, twisted; Wesker was stark raving mad. But I couldn't resist his touches.
I pulled desperately at his shirt, tugging it up and over his head. His hair, usually so organized, was spilling down, the ends covering his eyes, and I ran my hand though the jell-stiffened strands, kissing him tenderly. Leaning down, I traced a line down his chest with my lips, running my hands across his ribcage lightly; before trailing lower. He was propped up on his elbows, staring heatedly down at me, and I smiled at him wickedly before unzipping his fly and taking his stiff cock into my mouth, eliciting a loud moan from him.
His large hand came to the back of my head, grabbing my hair out of my face and holding it back. I worked my tongue over the tip, before slowly sliding my mouth over his erection again; I bobbed my head fast at first, then slowly; switching pace. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter with every moan I wrung from him, and I felt his hips come up, burying his cock deep in my throat, bringing tears to my eyes. Ignoring it, I increased my pace, using my hands to rub the base of his cock; Wesker's back arched, and I felt his hot cum hit the back of my throat; I swallowed reflexively.
Growling, he flipped me effortlessly onto my back, and kissed me roughly, his fingers sliding into my hot opening, rubbing against my clit hard, making me gasp. I bucked shamelessly against him, and it wasn't long before I felt his cock teasing against my opening.
"Please!" I begged, and he buried himself to the hilt in my pussy. His hips slammed into mine painfully, this wasn't gentle; A tear slid down my face from the pain he was causing me. Wesker's hands cupped my ass as he rammed into me, making me cry out in a strange mixture of hurt and pleasure, and I tore at his back with my nails.
A hiss broke through his lips at that, and he leaned down to take my nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it; his tongue tracing a path to the next one, all the while fucking me brutally.
"Oh, yeah, baby! You like it?" His voice was raspy, and I felt my climax rising.
"Ooh, yes! Harder, fuck me harder!" I begged, and he obliged me, the bed beneath us shaking and squeaking from the strain. I bit him, clawed him, kissed him; and then I felt his hot seed enter me just as my world shattered into a million pieces as I came, lights flickering in the corners of my vision. His teeth were bared, the muscles in his neck taut; a guttural growl escaping his throat. He collapsed on me, our sweat intermingling, our breathing torrid and uneven. It was a while before he moved off of me, and I instantly missed his heat; the room chilled.
"Claire?" Wesker whispered, his eyes on my face. I stared into his strange eyes, my own eyes feeling leaden.
"Hmm?" I asked sleepily.
"Have you ever been in love?" A hint of a blush graced his pale cheeks, and I wondered what exactly he was getting at.
"No." I answered.
"So you wouldn't know what that felt like?" He asked. My curiosity peaked, I leaned up on one elbow, matching his posture.
"No, I wouldn't really."
"Oh." Then after a moment, he whispered even lower than before. "I think I might be falling in love with you, Claire."