Deal With the Devil

"Silence in the living room
Hours feel like days
Silence when I speak to you
You're a thousand miles away
Crying for real
 Oh, yes you're worth the prize
Because when the mind gets clouding
I forget about our fights

Stay forever, it's never again
My words have been spoken,
It will come to an end
Stay forever, it's never again
My words have been spoken,
It will come to an end

I'll affiche your energy
Running through my veins
Chemical the love I feel
For faces without name
Crying for real
Oh, yes you're worth the prize
Because when your mind gets clouding
I forget about our fights..."
Stay Forever by Delain

Warnings: Fem!Chris

Chris stared out the window of her hotel room. Her mind wandering into the past to the times when she had been happy and carefree, but that had been years ago. And there was no point in dwelling in the past. It wouldn't bring back her dead teammates. All she could do now was protect the new team she had with her life.

With a heavy sigh, Chris stood up from her perch on the hotel bed. She deftly stripped her body of all her weapons and set them on the bedside table. Chris set her bulletproof vest on top of her weapons and began to unlace her combat boots, while her mind unconsciously dredging up memories of her former captain, Albert Wesker. Wesker had been a man she would have done anything for. Hell she would have died for him once upon a time. But that didn't matter anymore, he was dead now. Chris stopped unlacing her boots and furrowed her brows. How long had it been since Kijuju? Two years, maybe? Well, however long ago it was now, it still felt fresh in her mind.

Another heavy sigh escaped her lips and she ran a hand through her pixie short hair. She'd tried forgetting about him, but nothing worked. Chris had tried to find someone who could make her forget about him. Hell, she'd even tried to become attracted to Piers, but even that didn't work and Piers was an attractive man. In the end, nothing could help her forget about him. So, she tried to purge her memories of him. She'd even cut her hair short recently as a way to distance herself from his memory, since he'd always told her that he liked her hair long.

Chris gripped her hair in frustration. Why was she thinking of him again? Who cared what he had liked? He was dead now and he wasn't coming back. Snarling to herself, she finished unlacing her boots and made to pull them off only to stop at the sound of knocking on her door. Chris walked towards the door, figuring it was one of the members of her team, most likely Piers coming to check up on her again. Piers thought that she was depressed or something, and had regularly been checking up on her multiple times throughout the day. Chris shook her head and smiled ruefully. The boy was perceptive, she'd give him that.

"What is it?" Chris called through the door as she unlocked it. "Piers, if that's you again, I've already told you that I'm fin—"

Her words died in her throat as she opened the door to her room. Brown eyes stared in disbelief at the sight before her. She couldn't believe it. No, it wasn't possible. He was dead. There was no possible way that he could've survived a volcano and two rocket launchers to the face. But here he was in all his leather clad glory, still towering over her. His dark sunglasses covering his eyes like always and his blonde hair perfectly slicked back.

"Hello, Christine," Wesker greeted, his lips twisting into a sinister smirk.

"Wes—"

Her voice was cutoff as Wesker grabbed her throat and slammed her against a wall. She gasped in shock. Wesker calmly walked into the room, closing the door behind him with her still in his grasp. Her lungs were beginning to burn from lack of oxygen and her spine hurt from trying to support all of her weight in midair. Chris fumbled for a weapon, but found none. She wanted to hit herself for not keeping one on herself. She'd definitely remember to do that next time…if she survived this.

With no weapons available to her, Chris did the next best thing: she lashed out physically. Swinging her legs up, she kicked Wesker in the face and automatically hissed in pain. She'd forgotten how much it hurt to try and physically attack Wesker. Chris wrapped her legs around Wesker's waist to relieve her body of the stress of her spine supporting her weight. With that out of the way, Chris tried to remove Wesker's death grip from her throat. It was impossible and Wesker wasn't helping out at all as he continued to tighten his grip on her throat.

"I would've preferred to end this another way, but nothing ever goes as planned when it involves you," Wesker told her, his eyes flashing red behind his dark sunglasses. "Any last words."

Chris glared at him and managed to rasp, "Fuck you."

Wesker only chuckled at her choice of words. "Was that an invitation?"

She glared at him as her vision started to go dark. This was it. She was going to die now, after all the shit she'd been through. She was going to die without even being able to fight back. How pathetic. She grits her teeth as she tried to continue fighting a losing battle. The great Chris Redfield strangled to death in her hotel room. She snorted at that thought.

Just as she was about to black out, the grip on her throat disappeared and she hit the floor with a thud. She gasped for air immediately and clutched her throat as her throat burned viciously. Why wasn't he killing her? She looked up at the man towering above her with her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"No matter how enjoyable it may be to kill you right at this very moment, I have plans for you."

Chris snorted at what he said to her. "And how can you be sure that I'll follow through with your 'plans' for me?"

Another sinister smirk graced Wesker's lips and Chris had to repress a shiver. This couldn't be good.

"You will follow through with my plans, because they benefit you as well as me. You'll be taking out bioterrorism groups just like the BSAA is supposed to, but you'll be following my orders when you do so," Wesker told her. "And just to make sure you do as I tell you. Do you remember when you said you'd do anything to have one night with me?"

Chris stared at Wesker in horror. He couldn't possibly remember that. She'd said she'd do anything to have just one night with him back in S.T.A.R.S. to Jill and he'd cornered her afterwards and asked if she'd meant what she'd said. She shouldn't have promised him that she'd meant every word she'd said. Damn her and her big mouth. And knowing Wesker, if she didn't follow through with her promise he'd probably turn her team into experiments or something. She couldn't let that happen.

"You'll finally get that one night with me," Wesker said.

She couldn't deny that a thrill of sorts went through her body at those words. And she hated that there was still apart of herself that still wanted to throw herself at his feet. The part of herself that wanted to do anything he asked of her, like he was her God. Wouldn't that just over inflate his ego if he ever knew that? Chris actually wished that he'd killed her. Or maybe she could just throw herself over the balcony and become a bloody stain on the pavement down below.

Chris narrowed her eyes until they were slits as she eyed Wesker's poker face with distrust. How could she be sure this wasn't a trick? She sighed internally. There was no way she could be sure. She would just have to go with her instincts on this and hope that she made the right decision.

"If I do this," Chris started, her mouth pressed into a thin line. "You won't touch any members of my team?"

There was suffocating moment of silence between them as Chris awaited Wesker's reply. She knew that he could force her to do his dirty work whether she liked it or not. But at least by giving her this small promise, she would at least willingly do what he wanted from her. And she couldn't exactly ask him to not go around killing off innocent people. Because let's face it, that was never going to happen.

"Of course," Wesker replied nonchalantly.

God, she hoped she was making the right decision here. "Alright, I'll do it."

The tyrant's lips curved into a triumphant smirk as he slipped out of his leather trench coat. Black leather pooled on the floor around his feet and Chris unconsciously licked her lips. Part of her still couldn't believe she was going to do this. Chris unsteadily rose to her feet before toeing off her combat boots. Her hands subtly shook as she began to pull off the top of her uniform to reveal a black tank top beneath the uniform top. Next her hands moved to her pants. She took a deep breath as she unzipped them, before sliding out of them. Her socks were also pulled off, leaving her to stand before the tyrant in just a tank top and underwear. She swore she could feel his eyes looking her over, even though she couldn't see them through the dark sunglass.

After a minute, Wesker crooked a finger at her, beckoning her towards him. She could feel her hands shake harder at her sides and her mind scramble to remember why she was doing this. Quickly her mind resurfaced her reason for willingly sleeping with the enemy and doing his dirty work: to prevent her team from being turned into monsters. Images of her team flashed through her mind. From her team playing pranks on one another and joking around to just barely surviving missions. No, she wouldn't allow anything to happen to them, especially if she could prevent it. She confidently crossed the short distance between them. Her resolve strong, unbreakable, and her mind made up. She was doing this for her team.

As Chris stood before the tyrant, Wesker grabbed a fistful of her short hair and smashed their lips together. For a moment, her lips were hard and resistant to the hard velvety lips crushed against hers. But it only took a couple of seconds of those sinful lips pressed against hers, before she began to melt into the kiss and respond. Her lips slowly began to move against his and her hands found purchase in his hair as she tried to force their bodies closer together than they already were. She could feel Wesker's lips curve up into a triumphant smirk, which she chose to ignore. All too soon for her lust hazed mind, she pulled away from Wesker's lips for air.

Chris stared up into dark sunglass wanting to see the eyes behind them. Feeling rather bold all of a sudden, Chris reached up and plucked them off of the tyrant's face. Wesker merely watched her actions impassively. With the dark sunglasses in hand, Chris gazed up into the inhuman eyes staring down at her. Although they should have brought a jolt of disgust through her and brought her back to reality, she found them intoxicating and just a bit hypnotizing. Without a thought Chris brought their lips together again, while sliding a hand out of Wesker's hair to the zipper of his shirt. Chris easily unzipped his shirt, exposing his pale chest. She let her hands roam his chest for a moment, before pushing the leather top off of him.

Wesker, tired of allowing Chris to be in control, decided to take control of the situation. He pushed Chris onto the bed behind her before slipping out of his leather pants. And as Chris lay on that bed staring up at the man towering above her, she found that she couldn't remember why she was doing this. Her mind was hazy with lust and want for the man before her. It scared her a bit that she wanted her enemy so badly. But as he moved to hover above her, Chris felt herself sinking into the hazy lust once again. And after that the night was a blur of sex until the morning light slowly began to creep into the room and she had passed out.

Loud knocking filled the room, startling Chris awake. She bolted upright in the bed, glancing around the room to find that she was alone. Maybe it had all been a dream. Chris slowly slid of bed, still rather exhausted. She tiredly gathered her clothing and got dressed as quickly as she could. Once she was dressed she headed into the bathroom to finish getting ready. As she was brushing her teeth she noticed in the mirror a bit of purple peeking above the collar of the turtleneck of her uniform. She quickly pulled down the fabric to see a bruise in the shape of a hand on her throat. Her mind went blank for a moment, until it finally concluded that last night had been anything but a dream.

"Shit," she muttered, pulling the fabric up to cover the bruise that she didn't want to explain to her team.

Chris had finished getting ready when she was checking all of her weapons to find a note inside one of her many pockets. Pulling out the neatly folded paper, Chris unfolded it to look at the contents of the letter.

I'll be in touch soon.

Chris glared down at the note. He couldn't tell her something a bit more useful than soon? She sighed before stuffing the note back where it came from. Chris took one more glace around the room before going and joining her team down in the lobby.

As Chris joined her team, Piers threw her a knowing smirk that threw her off guard. He couldn't possibly know that she'd seen Wesker last night or about the deal she'd made with him. Chris threw on her best imitation of Wesker's poker face and went to stand with her team, while Marco paid for the team's stay at the hotel.

"What?" Chris questioned, as Piers kept smirking at her.

"Someone had fun last night," Piers replied, his smirk growing wider.

Chris only rolled her eyes at him, refusing to answer him. But she couldn't help but feel relieved that he didn't really know what had happened last night. If he had he wouldn't have been acting like he normally did around her. She moved her gaze over to the members of her team, watching them all joke around with one another. God, she hoped had made the right choice in trusting Wesker.

A/N: Alright, what do you guys think? I'm sorry its been awhile since I've posted anything, but I've had three funerals to go to in the past couple weeks, which has been from fun. And to add to it all I haven't been feeling my best. So, I'm extremely sorry for my absence and I'll to post more often. I'll be posting part two of Bleed next and I'll figure out what request I'll do after that. But if you guys have any requests, than please let me know. I'd be more than willing to do them. All things belong to their respective owners, only the story idea belongs to me. Anyways, reviews and all that good stuff greatly appreciated!