Explosive

A nervous smile graced her lips as the skin on the back of her neck tingled. She ran a hand through her hair- loosening the tight pony tail she usually favored. In an attempt to distract herself she removed the band and fixed her hair back into place.

Claire found she was usually pretty content with her life. Despite zombie invasions and her older brother's tendencies to disappear she's managed to keep high blood pressure and stress at bay. Right now though she can't say too much for her nerves though. Claire held her breath in anticipation hoping the man in sun glasses and sharp black suit wouldn't notice her.

To be honest she didn't take him for the type to go out in public often and she really hadn't pegged him as a regular Star Bucks patron. Something was definitely up. Albert Wesker's back was currently turned away from her and she considered bolting without picking up her latte. Curiosity and survival instincts battled for dominance, and in the end she was half way out the door when the screaming outside started. The bottom of her stomach dropped out as a building four blocks down from the coffee shop erupted. Flames exploded and debris went flying as the building collapsed in on itself.

"Oh no," escaped her lips. She had no idea what was going on, and before she could even contemplate what to do she's already heading over to investigate. 'Talk about rock and a hard place,' she thought darkly. Her mind felt frantic and seemed to flutter about like a angry caged bird. Wesker behind her and a burning building ahead of her. The more logical action at the moment would be to run to a safe place away from the explosion and Wesker. 'Three states away sounds pretty safe,' a voice in her head that sounded obnoxiously Chris like said. She stifled a laugh as her legs carried her closer, her mind trying to reason out why this was a good idea. Claire came to an abrupt halt in front of a crowd that had gathered a safe distance away from the building. There was already a team of firemen on the site working on the fire and trying to dig through the debris.

"I found a survivor!" one of the men cried as he started helping someone out from under a pile of rubble. The survivor staggered to her feet and launched herself on top of the fireman. The man shrieked when her mouth took a swipe at his throat. He tried to pry the woman off him and her mouth clamped around the thick part of his forearm. Another blood curdling shriek came from the poor man.

People started shouting as more of the 'survivors' started showing up and Claire stared in growing horror. Her feet back pedaled and she felt herself collide with a firm body. She tensed as she turned just in time to see Wesker's smirking face before he placed a sharp blow to her temple. She blanked out as her legs went out from under her.

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The sky was a light shade of corn field blue as she gazed up at it. Her eyes stung from the bright sun and she raised a hand to block it. It slipped behind a couple stray clouds and she uncovered her eyes.

"What's up sis?" Chris's voice questioned from behind her.

She smiled, "Nothing, just taking in how nice today is."

She turned and playfully shoulder bumped him, much to his amusement. Since he joined STARS his time with her, which was limited to begin with, decreased much to her dismay. Of course he couldn't help that, but he always tried to take her out when he got the time. Chris wrapped an affectionate arm around her shoulder and they made their way to the shopping mall.

"How's work been Chris?" she asked him, knowing he'd have plenty to talk about.

"Not so great, actually ..." He was silent for a long time, and then he let go of her. A feeling of unease struck her as she turned around to find the parking lot empty. Suddenly the clouds completely blocked out the light of the sun and the sky turned to a storm black. Her heart beat increased drastically.

"Chris?" she looked around anxiously, but Chris was no where in sight.

A hand gripped her shoulder and she gasped as a man with half his face torn off and the blank gaze of the dead fell upon her.

She woke up with a start, a cold sweat prickling across her already cool skin. Claire struggled to orient herself and tried to figure out where the hell she was. It was too dark to tell exactly, but it became obvious that it was cramped as she shifted around trying to loosen her tight muscles.

"Where is this?" she murmured to herself, the sound of her voice comforting in the midst of her anxiety. She got up slowly and started to feel around the room. Eventually her hand came across a door knob and twisted it, but the door seemed to be locked from the outside. She huffed and braced herself for impact. Her shoulder connected with the door and she felt it give a little. Claire was about to take another shot at the door when a scrapping noise outside caught her attention. Inhaling sharply she held her breath and tried to listen above the hard beat of her heart. A soft groan came from somewhere outside the door and the scraping noise got louder. 'Shit,' she swore mentally.

'Leave, leave, leave...' she chanted silently in her head, her ear pressed against the door and straining to hear.

A loud slam against the wood had her biting her lip so hard it bled. Suddenly the sound of foot steps approaching caused the zombie in front of the door to groan. Its attention caught by something else Claire could only imagine. A loud bang and a clunk of a body hitting the floor and her breath caught in her throat. She was still reeling from the noise when the door unlocked and was thrown open to reveal her savior. Her eyes narrow and she shifted her body into a defensive position.

"Ms. Redfield," His crisp cultured voice sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine, "it seems even incapacitated and locked up you're a nuisance. But knowing you Redfields, interfering is in your nature."

There was a hard set to his face as he looked her over and sized her up. She knew he could easily kill her within a matter of seconds. The memory of their previous unpleasant encounter at Rockfort sent a phantom ache through out her body. Finally coming to the conclusion that if he wanted to kill/maim/torture her he would have done it already she decided to get down to business.

"Why are you here Wesker?" her voice sounds rough around the edges.

There's an odd feeling of discomfort, but she's sure his eyes are meeting hers behind his shades.

"That, Ms. Redfield, is none of your business. Now, seeing as I can't leave you alone and I'm not quite ready to kill you yet, I suppose I'll just have to drag you along with me till I find a better use for you or a reason to dispose of you," he said neutrally.

Claire's eyes widened and she took a step back, "No."

"No is not an option, you will either come willingly or I will be forced to take action," He said softly as he took a step towards her.

Claire clenched her hands into fist, the fight or flight part of her mind going into over drive. Wesker paused in his advance, his eyebrows raised, "Well?"

Her foot shot out and caught his chin in a sharp blow. He staggered backwards for a moment before stopping, his hands thrown out to his sides. Wesker straightened his body slowly, cracked his neck, then proceeded to focus on her, "The hard way then."

The air went out of her lungs in a 'woosh' as her back hit the wall. Her head slammed back hard and she felt slightly dizzy. Wesker lifted her as though she weighed nothing and propped her up on his shoulder while she was still gasping for air.

He was completely silent as he carried her away. The only sound in the room was her gasping breaths, the soft click of his shoes, and the far off sound of moaning. Claire attempted to lift her head but a wave of nausea had her thinking other wise. 'Damn him,' she thought murderously.

Two corridors, an elevator ride, and one steel enforced door later he abruptly dropped her on the floor of what looked like a computer lab. She shook her head trying to clear away the cobwebs of a very likely concussion and looked herself over. She was glad to find that when he slammed her into the wall he hadn't done anything too damaging. Once she was done assessing she looked up and noticed him typing away at one of the computers. The way he focused on it made it seem as though there were nothing else more important. Thinking that maybe she could escape while he was distracted she slowly stood up on wobbly legs. Claire at least felt confident that she could push herself enough to get away from him.

"I wouldn't do that," he said calmly still clacking away at the keyboard. It was quiet for a long moment and he paused in the middle of typing before returning to it. Not even bothering to fix her with a glance he said, "Assuming you do somehow manage to leave, your concussion and lack of weaponry will hold a huge disadvantage during the current out break."

Claire briefly glared at his back knowing he was right. So instead she opted to plop down in one of the chairs in front of a computer far far away from him. Much to her dismay the computer was password locked and she had no other idea of how to contact someone to help her. No way to contact Chris....

A thought struck her.

"You know Wesker, Chris will probably come here to save me and kick your ass-"

Wesker made no noise of acknowledgment, but she could tell she struck a nerve by the way his jaw clenched.

"-again, just like he always does," the clacking of keys on the keyboard became harder and he looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. She could only hope- that would be a story to tell Chris, 'I killed Wesker by annoying him to death.'

"You'd think you'd have learned your lesson by now Wesker, what with my brother foiling your plans every time you try something. Sometimes I wonder if you do it because you enjoy failing-", there was a loud slam as his fist came crashing down on the computer monitor in front of her. Her eyes widened and Claire's mouth fell open,

"Dear heart," Wesker said mockingly with an edge of a threat in his voice, "you are truly testing my calm and it would be within your best interest to shut up."

His fist lifted from the wreckage that was once a LCD monitor and he returned to what ever the hell he was doing. Claire leaned back, completely dead weight, her heart pounded in fear and adrenalin. 'Obviously Wesker can not be killed by annoyance,' that Chris like voice in her head said derisively.

Scowling she watched him for a while not certain what to do. Finally giving up she leaned her head carefully back against the well cushioned chair, her eyes closed as her body slowly relaxed.

It took every ounce of her will not to jump when his cell phone went off. Keeping her eyes closed she could just picture him flipping it open with ease, "Yes?"

"I retrieved the sample and blew up the lab, but it seems the researchers had gotten a lot further than we were informed. There is currently an out break and I am working on neutralizing the problem. Upon fixing the problem I will require a way out of here," Wesker said monotonously.

"Yes," He said again.

Claire popped an eye open and watched him for a moment. His elbows were propped against the desk and his brow was furrowed. She continued to look around and caught a glimpse of a brief case under the desk.

'Bingo,' She thought excitedly.

"-about two hours," He finished. Wesker listened for a long moment to the other person on the phone. Unfortunately from this distance Claire could hear them only has a background murmur.

He hung up the phone and sat there for a moment, his elbows still on the desk. She wondered briefly what was going through his head, but decided to leave him to his thoughts. She had a plan.

/X///X//X//

In all the ways she figured the outcome of her plan to work this was defiantly not one of them. When Wesker had finally finished what ever the hell he was doing he had gotten up, grabbed the suitcase, and grabbed her. She let herself be dragged, but decided to try getting some sort of explanation out of him, "What's going on?"

"In about an hour and twenty minutes a missile will be released from its silo. It will then proceed to follow a crash course for here and blow this place away. We need to be at the edge of this city in an hour, lest we be willing to be blown to pieces dear heart," Wesker never broke his grip or stride as he updated her on the most current events.

"Right," came her demure response. What else was she to say to that?

They had traversed the city, and half way through the trip she saw her chance. Wesker seemed to be currently occupied by a small teeming horde of undead and in his distraction she grabbed the suitcase from him and bolted.

Her legs flew beneath her, her blood pumped with adrenalin. She had to find a way out of the city, but first and foremost she had to destroy the samples Wesker had gotten. Claire wasn't sure how far she ran, but she finally held up in an abandoned house. Carefully she opened the brief case, her hands shaking in fear. Inside lay a vial of dark liquid. Smiling triumphantly she disposed of it, careful to not accidentally infect herself.

"Mission accomplished," She muttered aloud to herself.

Mentally patting herself on the back she left the house. In the moment it took her to reorient herself she was attacked. Her body arched as she attempted to throw off her attacker. Claire was shoved up against the wall of the house and stared up into the face of a very angry Albert Wesker.

"Where is my sample?" he growled menacingly.

"I-in the house," She stuttered.

Much to her dismay he dragged her inside with him instead of forgetting about her in his rage. She was so screwed. Claire closed her eyes as he let out a roar of anger in finding his sample destroyed. He slammed her against the interior of the house and she gasped as pain rocked through her at the impact.

"What have you done?" he hissed.

Claire refused to open her eyes. She could feel his hard body pressing her firmly into the wall, his warm breath on her face. His hands gripped her tighter and he pressed into her harder.

"You fool. You're just as bad as that idiot brother of yours!" he snarled and she could picture his face twisted in rage.

It was then she noticed something odd, something she was sure she was imagining. There was something hard pressed against her stomach. 'Oh god,' she thought. Claire could feel the blood rushing to her face. 'Is he aroused?'

Her eyes opened and she was shocked to see that in his fit of rage his sun glasses had flew off. Those alien red eyes burned into her with a fierce passion that was even more unnerving than his irises. Wesker was a calm person, he was a professional type of man- yet the look he was giving her was everything to the contrary.

The look he was giving her mixed with the feel of his body flush up against hers caused some part of her brain to twitch with excitement. Time slowed down and she seemed to forget who this was. Feeling bold from being high off the endorphins and adrenalin her hips thrust up against the persistent hardness pressed into her stomach.

A harsh groan escaped his lips, his eyes closing for a moment and the grip he had on her slackened. The reaction made Claire feel powerful- this was Albert Wesker and he was responding to her. Albert Wesker; her brain froze in horror at what she had done. Claire Redfield was not the type to let her hormones control her and she was certainly not the type to want to fuck Albert Fucking Wesker. The murderous back stabbing bastard who'd beaten her and tried to kill her brother.

She bit her lip thinking maybe she could escape while he stood there, but her coherency became blurry as he easily lifted her. His legs pressed between hers easily. His hips arched up and he let out another groan. She gasped sharply as he pressed against her intimately and she felt herself grind back against him almost feverishly.

"Damned Redfields, can't learn to leave well enough alone," he growled before his mouth attacked hers,

Her arms wrapped around him, one hand tangled in his always perfect hair messing it up. His lips felt smooth and pried hers open with ease. Wesker's tongue slipped into her mouth and stroked against hers. Her tongue playfully edged around his teeth and he bit down lightly before he pulled away.

"I should kill you," He said heatedly, one of his hands shot out and wrapped around her throat as he continued to rub up against her.

Claire struggled for breath her hands moving from around him to claw at the hand squeezing her wind pipe. Even with the asphyxiation he still felt good, too good. His hand loosened its grip on her neck just enough to let her pant for air, but he didn't let go. His other hand snaked down to pull at her pants and panties; she shimmied out of them despite all logic- as far as things went this situation was beyond any sense as it was.

Claire heard more than felt the zipper on his pants being pulled down, and despite herself her hips rocked forward in anticipation. She could feel him right there, pulsating and hard. It was all she could do not to try to push her body on to him. Almost automatically her legs wrapped around his waist and tried to press against him. The hand around her neck tightened its grip as he pushed the head of his cock into her. She gasped for air as a jolt went through her. His head fell back and his eyes closed, a savoring look crossed his face. She wasn't sure what to do, the lack of oxygen and the sensation of him pushing into her in slow shallow thrusts had her on edge. Her inner muscles clamped down around him in sporadic spasms as her lungs fought for air. The hand around her throat finally let go and he reached down to grab her hips and slammed into her. His hips ground against her clit just right and Claire screamed into his shoulder. Shit bit down and her fingers clawing into his back as she came hard. The feeling of air filling her lungs plus the added sensation of his rough entrance had over loaded her senses.

"Oh god," her voice rasped as he pounded into her. She felt like going limp.

"I will be," he growled as his hips swiveled and his prick hit all the sensitive places inside her. Her inner muscles clamped down again and he bit the skin where her neck met her shoulder as he came. His hips jerked forward several times and when he finished he leaned against her heavily. Claire shook slightly as her legs released their grip around his waist, her breath came out in sharp pants. She went to push him away from her but gasped in surprise as his hand gripped her wrist. She looked up at him and his intense eyes stared down at her, "I'm not done with you yet."

He shoved her to the floor and pulled her hips in line with his before he took her again.

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Claire awoke sometime later in a hospital bed. Her eyes opened slowly and she heard a relieved sigh.

"Thank God you're ok," Chris murmured.

Still slightly groggy she shook her head, "What happened?"

A serious look came over Chris's face, "You were found about five hours ago located in the woods somewhere about forty miles from the city where you were taking college classes. We're still not sure exactly what happened there- the towns been blown to hell. I came as soon as I heard. Do you remember anything?"

Claire's mind went into over drive as everything came back. Her first reaction was to tell Chris everything, but she quickly quelled that line of thought and opted to say, "There was an out break- a rival company to Umbrella had been doing research but something went wrong."

'More like someone,' she thought dryly.

Suddenly an image of Albert Wesker leaning over her with his mouth against her breast came to mind and she felt her face flush.

"Um, Chris?" she muttered.

"What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly concerned.

"I uh, I need to use the rest room."

"Oh, uh, okay. Sure. Call me when you're done," He made a hasty retreat out of the room.

Claire got up slowly, her body ached everywhere and her throat had felt sore the entire time she had talked to him. Even with the IV of (she assumed) pain killers hooked up to her arm she felt sore. Getting up slowly she grabbed the IV stand and her messy clothes off the chair next to the bed. Steadily she made her way into the small hospital bath room. Taking her time, she dropped her clothes on the lid of the toilet and looked herself over. There seemed to be dark purple bruises all over her neck and her hair was a mess too. 'No wonder Chris was worried...' she thought as she traced the line of bruising along her throat.

Shaking her head she washed her face using the sink and decided not to bother changing into her dirty torn up clothing, even if the hospital gown was a bit chilly. As she picked her clothes up to go trash them a note fell out of her pocket, she froze for a moment, then carefully picked it up.

Dear Heart,

It seems our time together has been cut short, but should we meet again I would not mind a repeat performance. Perhaps we will meet again in a casual encounter since you and my business don't seem to work well together.

Be seeing you, W

Claire's eyes widened and she dropped the note.