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Chapter List
- 1-Annus Novus
- 2-Domus
- 3-Calor
- 4-Posco
- 5-Ludus
- 6-Felix Dies Valentini
- 7-Desiderium
- 8-Dormientes
- 9-Curre
- 10-Gravatus
- 11-Vita
- 12-Vigilo
- 13-Arcanum
- 14-Phasma Phasmatis
- 15-Possessio
- 16-Mutatio
- 17-Anniversarium
- 18-Monstrum
- 19-Lues
- 20-Vita Post Mortem
- 21-Iterum
- 22-Eam
- 23-Fidelitas
- 24-Veritas
- 25-Pacisco
- 26-Mundus Novus
- 27-Febris
- 28-Chemia
- 29-In Aeternum
- 30-Frater
- 31-Historia
- 32-Familia
- 3
- 4
- 5
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Chapter 4: Posco
January 7, 2001 Sunday 2:23 PM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Status: Surprised
I looked to Wesker as if he had a say in the matter, however he did not, but without warning him of who was calling I swiped the cordless phone up from the receiver. I was jubilant that someone I knew and cared for who cared for me back was calling to speak with me. “Chris?” I asked, immediately hearing Wesker get to his feet, leaving me alone in the den. As the dark figure walked away I stared at the back of his head, feeling something surprisingly close to disappointment that he was gone. Then I quickly reminded myself that a person of actual importance was on the line and I forgot all about my host for a moment at least.
“Claire?”
“Hey bro,” I said with a grin in place, and it didn’t matter that he couldn’t see it because I was sure it could be heard.
“You sound good, how’s it going?” I wanted to lie to him so badly, and I really had no choice but to do just that.
“I’m great, even better now that I’m finally hearing from your big-headed ass.” I allowed myself to giggle, hoping that he would do the same since I could sense through the phone that something was bothering him.
“Claire,” he began, signaling that his true intent behind calling me was about to come to the surface, “I checked with your school. Why are you taking online classes this semester?” My eyes dropped to the wooden floor, and I felt like if I couldn’t pull off this lie then I would be busted. “And where have you been? Leon called and said you took off with some guy?”
The disappointment in his voice made him sound so much like my father, hurting me even more once I realized that my actions had not only made my brother shake his head in shame, but wherever my parents were they were probably as equally disappointed. “I just needed some time away from it all Chris. With online classes I can travel and I’ll have the time I need for that. I was marinating in Denver just staying in one spot.”
Much to my horror, the lie came so easily or maybe it wasn’t as big of a lie as I thought. Now I needed to come clean with myself about my situation back in Denver. Was I really happy sitting there in my apartment alone all of the time? Was I content with my only social experiences consisting of getting drunk and making a fool out of myself in front of my classmates? With those questions asked I found myself thinking that maybe subconsciously I wanted the benefits of being able to escape.
The only distraction I had here was the human Wesker, and he mostly kept to himself. Maybe this town did suck, maybe I hadn’t made any friends here either, but there was no traffic, no Mr. Sidorov banging on his ceiling, and no money troubles.
I heard Chris give a sharp sigh on the other end of the line. “Claire, you can’t just run off with some guy.”
“Chris there’s more of us; it’s not just me and some guy.” Only silence met me, causing me to fear that I had upset him even more, but if I did it was because his feelings were hurt due to my inability to confide in him about whatever was bothering me.
“I’ll call you back.” Before I could protest I heard the click of finality, and I felt like I would cry.
I couldn’t let myself do that though because once I allowed myself to be sucked down into that depression I would remain there and even there I would be alone. For a while I stood there with the phone still to my ear, not feeling like doing anything, and the only reason I decided to place the phone on its receiver was because I knew that the damned operator message would soon begin chirping in my ear. Before I put the phone down though I had heard a distinct click, signaling to me that someone had been listening in on my conversation.
My eyes became slits with this revelation, my rage causing me to bolt for the stairs like a possessed woman and down the hallway to Wesker’s bedroom. I banged on the door with the same amount of force I’d put behind a punch, and I didn’t let up until it was pulled back. Standing before me with an agitated glare was Albert Wesker, and before I gave him what he deserved I chose to give him three seconds to step back.
“Yes?” He didn’t take it.
His intrusion of my privacy was too much for me to take since I had wanted to explode since I got here, and tonight was the night. I did not pull my fist back because he would have seen my attack, so I just put all the strength I had at that moment into my fist. His head flew back as soon as my fist connected with his nose, and he stood there for a moment before he held it to be sure that it was not broken yet again.
“You were listening in on my phone conversation?” I cried, realizing that any trust I had in Wesker was hugely misplaced. I couldn’t stop myself after that, and all of the anxiety and misery that had hold of me had piled up too high for me to continue carrying it. I punched, kicked, yelled, and yet he refused to fight back against me. Somehow, despite my best efforts at injuring him, he managed to pin me on his bed, but I was still in attack mode and delivered my knee into his groin.
The punch I received to my stomach was a reflex, and I felt all air as it escaped my lungs. Wesker was on top of me in a heap, seething with his forehead buried in the sheets of his bed while his hands covered his injured bits. Unable to even gasp for the air that I so desperately needed right now, I clawed at the sheets beneath me at least trying to obtain some oxygen, but my ability to inhale through my nose and mouth was gone. Even without super strength he still packed a punched, and being pinned down by him when he threw the blow only added to the power in it. His breathing had become normal now, however, the same could not be said for me; I wasn’t even coughing yet.
Once he finally noticed that I was having trouble breathing, he frowned and lowered his mouth to mine, pinching my nose as he supplied me with the air from his own mouth. I was too desperate to care that his lips were upon mine because the act was not intended to be sexual in any way. That seemed to kick-start my lungs, and before he could pull away I began coughing into his mouth, reflexively sitting up as my abs contracted and my body found that it was once more able to breathe.
As he held himself up to look down at me he looked unconcerned despite the fact that I was most likely blue in the face. Behind his shades I saw him blink at me, his demeanor revealing that he was disappointed as he informed me, “I was listening in to make sure that no one else was.” He pushed himself up off of the bed, leaving me there with uneven breaths, still unable to wrap my head around being lip to lip with him. It couldn’t get weirder, but then again, never say something can’t get any worse.
January 7, 2001 Sunday 7:00 PM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Status: Surprised
Chris’ reaction to my departure had stung me in a way I’d never experienced, I felt utterly alone despite knowing that he would not be deserting me. Actually that last part made it worse: to be there for someone but at the same time he was not. My actions had been the cause for his disappointment and suddenly I began to let the blame fall onto myself. I intended to remain alone for the rest of the night, sitting on my bed staring at nothing in particular and burst into tears every now and then over something not lost but not entirely there.
My plans to sulk were ruined when I heard a knock at my door, out of shame I hurriedly wiped my wet cheeks before saying, “Come in.”
My door inched open and I saw Wesker peek into my room before he actually stepped in, pulling down the sleeves of the black, suit jacket that he donned. He avoided looking me in the eyes, not because of this afternoon, but because my eyes and cheeks were red. I decided to take in the rest of his outfit, black slacks, dress shoes, and the sweater beneath the jacket was black also.
“Where are you going?” I asked, my voice barely audible, betraying the strength I intended to project.
After smoothing out the front of his jacket, almost as if he were trying to elicit a compliment from me, he finally looked into my blue eyes, the whites probably completely bloodshot by now. “The Luomas have invited us out to dinner.”
Not even thinking it over I said, “I’m not going.”
As if he didn’t hear me, he walked over to my closet and stepped inside.
“Did you hear me? I said I’m not going.” However, raising my voice did not help, he only pulled a dress from the rack and stepped back out.
Laying a pink, semi-formal dress on my bed, he said, “Wear this.” Right after his command he walked back into my closet and then presented me with a black petticoat. “And this.”
Silently I’d hoped that he would have left after that so I could barricade myself in, leaving him with no choice but to go without me. He did no such thing though, instead he pulled me up from my bed, or at least tried; I let my body go limp, giving him dead weight to handle. Shaking his head at my stubbornness, he pulled the other half of my body off of the bed, my legs hitting the floor in a loud thump. I gave an “Ow,” however; he ignored me and pulled me up to stand.
“Stop being a stubborn ass,” he mumbled, gently pushing me to the foot of the bed where the clothes lay. After a minute of staring down at the dress I finally picked it up and carried it to my bathroom without a stitch of confidence in my walk. I tried to take my time by fiddling with my cleavage, the dress fitting me snugly, but I just looked for an excuse to take more time in my preparation. It was beautiful; the fabric was thin and stretchy, crossing in layers at some parts, and it was not hot pink but a pastel shade. I didn’t care if it looked like a fancy bandage because it was perfect, and I wondered if someone had helped Wesker in picking out these dresses that I had not requested. I parted my hair on the side, tousling it a little before I stepped back into the bedroom where Wesker stood holding a pair of black stilettos with cloth as the material; leather would have made the outfit more trampy than tasteful.
Tentatively I took the shoes from him, set them on the floor, and stepped into them. A pair of black, hanging earrings was on the table of my makeup area, and I quickly put them on before thinly coating my lips with a light, pink gloss. I was too sad to care that Wesker had basically dressed me, the proof behind that being that he even supplied me with a black clutch to carry. Quickly, I applied my mascara, aware that he was still waiting behind me, but I could sense that he was hoping that I took my time; he had no interest in pleasing the Luomas. With that thought I wondered if Stephanie would be attending, but I didn’t need to worry anymore so I pushed the little bitch to the back of my mind.
Before I stood up from my chair I glanced down at my nails, clipped neatly, but they clashed with my attire because they did not shine nor did they possess the impressive, white tips they should have. I felt like I was becoming an entirely different person, wearing makeup and dresses, but I chose to be here and I could just as easily change my mind. Soon classes would start and I would have that as a distraction, so I inhaled deeply and got to my feet. Noticing my strange behavior, the blond picked up my coat for me and helped me into it.
In silence we drove to a small but elegant restaurant, the name continued to escape me so I decided to stop caring. Like a happy couple we entered, our arms linked as we were instantly shown to our seats. We saw Frank and Mary who waved enthusiastically in the booth that we were to be seated in. Pasting on a fake smile I removed my petticoat, the host happily taking it, and I scooted into the booth with Wesker doing the same behind me.
“So nice to see you two,” Mary said excitedly, that smile wider than ever if that were even possible. “We ordered red wine if that’s ok with you two.” It was a statement but her tone made it seem like she was asking us a question.
The nod I gave in response was a lie; I detested wine unless the word cooler was attached to the end. It made my head hurt, and the most fucked up I had ever been was because of those damned crushed and soured grapes, but rich people liked bitter things which may have explained the look on their faces that made it seem like they had broomsticks shoved up their assholes. I had to stop myself from laughing at that thought, and Wesker tried to ignore the chortle that resulted.
The Luomas waited patiently for us to order, I chose some weirdly spelled pasta while Wesker ordered something I’d never even heard of before. We both knew there was a catch to this dinner because they could have simply invited us to their home, yet they chose to take us to a fancy restaurant and insisted to pay the bill no matter what. We made small talk about the recent happenings, and the conversation became tense and awkward once the subject of the break-in came up.
Wiping her mouth with her napkin, Mary abruptly said, “Speaking of the break-in…”
Here we go, I thought to myself, playing with my cheese-drenched noodles before stuffing them into my mouth.
“We have a request. You see, Frank and I are going out of town for a business trip tomorrow. It’ll only be two days.” I wanted for her to spit out whatever request she wanted to make from her bright, red lips though I had some idea what she would be asking for, however it was so unwelcome that I couldn’t even speak it. “Could Stephanie stay with you two while we’re gone?”
Wesker continued to impale pieces of his meal, shoveling them down so quickly into his mouth that he had no time to speak, though I’m sure he wanted just that.
“You don’t have to,” Mary said hurriedly, and I wanted to retort with, “I know.” “We know she’s an adult it’s just, we’re worried for her.”
Oh boy did I want to take advantage of her false courtesy. As if we were really a couple that made decisions together Wesker looked to me, his blue eyes unguarded by his usual shades, and I could tell that he was telling me that it was my decision. I fidgeted for a moment, thinking of what the consequences would be if I said yes. My door would have to be locked with the key hidden away so Stephanie couldn’t get in, I would have to interact with Wesker more than usual, and the computer would have to be frequented much more if we were to continue representing ourselves as people who worked online. The worse lie we’d have to act out though was the illusion that we shared a bedroom.
My disappointment almost showed at that thought, and I stopped myself from slumping my shoulders. Someone would be taking the floor and since it was his room I had the feeling that I would soon learn to appreciate the texture of real wood.
Mary inhaled, her mood clearly had changed and she was about to throw down her napkin to signal that this meal was over.
“Sure, it’s no problem,” I said, acting as though the awkward silence had never occurred. “It’s just for two days.” I smiled at Wesker, wanting desperately to kick him in his shin underneath the table, it seemed that every choice was being left to me and though it made me feel like Wesker’s equal it also made me feel like if something that he didn’t like was decided then I would be the bad guy. The Luoma’s smiled at us, Frank still silent about the matter and I wondered if he even agreed with his wife’s plot. Usually when a man had no say-so it was because he chose to sit back and do nothing, and it meant that he most likely didn’t agree with it at all.
Surprising me, Wesker announced, “We shall have the guest bedroom ready by tomorrow.” I felt him take my hand in his own, pulling it up as we rested our elbows on the table. Then in a move that was definitely a shock to me, he looked me in the eye and gently kissed the back of my hand. His lips curled into a smile as he asked, “Are you ready to go dear heart?”
My jaw almost dropped to the floor, although because the reaction I had toward him could easily be interpreted as lust I wasn’t too concerned about what they would assume it was. I had no misconceptions about Wesker’s reasoning behind the sweet gesture, and I’d have been a fool if I thought it was for any other cause but to fool the Luomas. Our range of affection did not stretch far, something that would hurt our ruse’s chances at being viewed as the real thing.
I don’t recall saying yes, just all four of us at the door getting our coats before we stepped out into the cold and dry air. Once more our company thanked us and said that they would be by in the morning to drop off Stephanie, a cringe-worthy thought. Since wine did not agree with me Wesker was the better one to drive us back to the house, but he sat there for a moment while I took the time to buckle up. His idleness had bothered me though, and when I looked up to ask him what was the matter he leaned down and his pressed his lips into mine.
At first I was surprised and wanted to slap him, the kiss starting off as unpleasant as it did. Two of our teeth suffered from the impact, something that hadn’t bothered him, but because of how calm the kiss became (actually at the moment we were merely pressing our lips together) I chose to stay still. He reached up with one of his large hands and gently cupped the side of my face, and it was then that he began to actually kiss me. The moment felt surreal, not in a romantic way, but in a holy-fucking-shit-I’m-kissing-fucking-Albert-Wesker way. It was a moment that you know you can stop, however, you feel like you’re in the middle of nowhere, suspended mid-air, and that since it can’t be real why fight it.
A cool hand gently took hold of my throat; he used his thumb to massage the side of my neck, his tongue now requesting entrance to meet my own. My eyes fell closed as I gave in, my reluctance to continue such an act with this man was no match for his years of experience. It was not lustful as our tongues massaged against one another, but sensual with the smallest tinge of passion. Soon I felt my panties becoming damp at the cliché that this moment was: innocent girl making out with bad boy in his badass car while big brother was none the wiser. Strange how even the slightest thought of Chris couldn’t tear me away from this moment, and I soon felt like a restraint had broken, leaving me feeling free as my body was opening toward the blond.
Much to my dismay he broke the kiss, but then I immediately felt silly because something even better happened when he began kissing my throat and neck. An unexpected sensation below caused me to jerk in surprise and let out an “Ah!” To keep my desire in check I pressed my thighs together tightly, but I squeezed a bit too tight, resulting in an even more intense sensation down there. My eyes remained closed all through this so I did not see him reach down; I only felt his hand wandering up one of my thighs beneath my coat and dress.
For a few seconds he stopped kissing me to whisper into my ear, “The Luoma’s are questioning the authenticity of our relationship.” It made sense now, but I was too caught up to care that this was all fake. Despite revealing his intentions to trick the spying Frank and Mary he then said something else that sent a shiver down my spine as he began rubbing his hand against the fabric of my panties, “Hmm, how nice.” I couldn’t feel embarrassment that he knew I was wet because from the sound of his voice I could tell that he liked it.
I threw my head back in ecstasy, grinding my hips slightly to rub myself against his hand, and this unintentional action made me self conscious. I looked around to see if the Luomas were still watching, but their car was nowhere in sight. I turned to tell Wesker that they were gone, but he grabbed me by the neck again and pulled me into one last, quick kiss. With heavy-lidded eyes I stared into those rarely glimpsed orbs of blue, his face showing no distinguishable emotion he put on his seatbelt and started the car.
Only when we pulled off did I realize how cold I’d been.
January 7, 2001 Sunday 9:57 PM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Status: Disturbed
Even though I’d showered I still felt strange, even worse I still felt hot and bothered by the moment I’d had with Wesker, and that overwhelmed me to the point that it didn’t matter who had caused this. We said nothing on the drive home, and I ran upstairs to my room as soon as I got back. I’d looked at my body in the mirror a little longer than usual, and as corny as it sounded I felt a bit sexier than I ever had. I could look at my reflection and appreciate the curves that I had and even though they were not so noticeable my slim body was nice to look at.
As I lie in bed I found it hard to get to sleep. I was fidgeting and too uncomfortable to doze off, and honestly I needed a relief. The shame that I should have felt when Wesker kissed me was only now making a cameo, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop now that I had started. As I massaged myself I thought of how he continued touching me, continued kissing my neck even after he knew they were gone, and though this could have been a trick to manipulate me into trusting him I didn’t care right now. Right now I wanted to throw away all of my morals and all of my taught hate toward Albert Wesker.
I just wanted to be fucked.
The beat of my heart accelerated, my breathing was quick, and I felt that I was about to come. The sound of a floorboard squeaking interrupted me though, and the natural fear of one being caught during masturbation ruined my attempt to relieve myself of my sexual frustration. Quickly, I turned on my side and pulled the covers up to my chin, and I felt that someone was lingering outside of my door, and there could only be one person. Slowly, I got out of my bed and made my way to the door. Almost afraid, I lifted my hand up to the dark wood, letting it set there for a while. As I closed my eyes I heard quiet footsteps retreating down the hallway, and soon after that the sound of a door opening and closing.
Did he know I noticed him?
January 8, 2001 Sunday 9:43 AM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Status: Annoyed
I rolled over to see what time it was, the birds already letting me know that it was definitely morning, and my clock informed me that I had overslept. I was supposed to be preparing for Stephanie’s arrival. Quickly I got out of bed, almost tripping as I struggled with the tangle of sheets, and I opened my door. When I saw Wesker standing there with his hand raised to knock, I almost had a heart attack.
“Oh my God you scared me,” I panted, grabbing at my heart.
“Stephanie will be here soon,” he informed me, ignoring the fact that I was still grasping at my pounding heart. “Get the things you will need from your room and bring them down the hall.” Without further instruction he went downstairs, leaving me to handle moving toiletries, accessories, makeup, and clothes all on my own. He didn’t even seem to be affected by what happened last night, but I couldn’t let his indifference bother me. The subject would surely come up since we had two days to talk about it, then again he probably didn’t care to talk about it. I put my things in my red suitcase and put it in Wesker’s room under his bed. I couldn’t be too careful in this situation.
After I ate and got dressed I decided to do the courteous thing and put out little bowls of potpourri, and then something struck me: there were no pictures in this house. It kind of made me feel a little sad that the decorative portraits were of unknown and possibly non-existent noblemen and women. Then I saw Wesker come out of the living room, staring down at the same table as I was, and he didn’t need to ask me why.
“We don’t have any family pictures at all.” Through his silence I could tell that he agreed, but he didn’t know what to do about that. “Do you even have family pictures?”
His cool voice floated to me a little bit above a whisper. “One would have to have a family to have family pictures.”
I didn’t bother to further inquire since I knew he would just walk away, so when he did I didn’t turn to watch him leave. The sound of tires on gravel caught my ear, and through the blinds I saw a van pull up with an unfamiliar driver and a red Mercedes pulled around the side of it. Before I went outside I grabbed my coat from the night before off of the coat rack by the door, Wesker nowhere to be found.
“Fucker,” I muttered, making my way down the front porch to meet Frank and Mary who stepped out of the van tightly bundled up. “Hi,” I greeted with an excessive amount of enthusiasm, but I was just so damned sick of being left to deal with these asswipes while Wesker worked on cleaning out the fridge. I received a Judas hug from Mary, taking the opportunity to peep over her shoulder to see who was in the red car. It was Stephanie, and she sat there staring at herself in the rearview, flipping her hair which was looking quite dull today. As a matter of fact she looked like she was hung over which may have been a possibility.
Stupid whore, I thought to myself. Although there was no validation to this, but a woman’s usual insults to other women consist of this short list: stupid, whore, slut, and either ugly or fat bitch. She wasn’t ugly or fat so I had at least four words to work with. When I pulled away from Mary I heard Stephanie’s car door open abruptly, a smile painted on her pouty, pink lips, and there she was validating my thought of her as a stupid whore. Wesker came down to us, his shades in place and that may have been the reason why she was so excited; the shades did make you wonder and…
Ugh, Claire shut up.
Frank managed to crack a smile, trying to cover up for the dirty look he gave his daughter, and he surprisingly gave me a hug as well. “Thank you for this. We know you two need your privacy, this was very nice of you to do.”
He could have said this until he was blue in the face, there was no way I believed that he was thankful that we took in his possibly loose daughter.
Finally, able to tear away from the youngest Luoma’s schoolgirl stare, Wesker came over and greeted her parents. Oh yeah, he was still a man all right.
“Jeffrey!” Frank took his hand and gave a friendly shake, but Mary seemed ready to go. “Sorry to run but we’ve got to make our flight.”
“No problem,” I assured them, lying through my damned teeth which I worried would soon crack if I continued to grind them from being so stressed. Like she was a three-year-old, Stephanie was told to behave for us, and as the van backed out of the driveway they waved her farewell. I said nothing to the teen, hoping that she would at least be civil towards me in my own home… Well it wasn’t really mine but she didn’t know that.
Wordlessly, she sauntered over to her car and pulled out a worn backpack and then she followed Wesker and me upstairs. I made sure I pretended that I knew which room was meant for her by daringly grabbing Wesker’s arm to help me out in my act. He stopped at the first room on the left, inserting a key into the keyhole before turning it to unlock the door. All three of us went in and I tried my hardest not to burst into a fit of laughter; the room was nowhere near the worth of Wesker’s or mine. Sure the walls and floor were the same but the closet had a narrow door, there was no private bathroom, no king-sized, canopied bed, and no makeup area. What tickled me so was that she had the audacity to act like such a princess whenever in my presence, but this princess just downgraded in the home of the man she was hoping to impress with her fake skin and sixteen-year-old body.
After she set down her bag next to the twin bed Wesker took no time to inform her of the location of her bathroom. “Your restroom is right across the hall,” he said, pointing to the door.
Folding my arms over my chest, I rocked back and forth on my heels, biting my bottom lip trying to find something to say. Something a partner bordering on housewife would say. “I’m gonna go make lunch.” Immediately after my announcement I swept from the room to the kitchen, knowing that I didn’t give a damn about lunch, hell I barely even ate it, but I assumed that Wesker was going to hold me to my word since he came down to work out not too long after I finally figured out what I would make. After tonight I would have to go to the grocery store, something that maybe wouldn’t be too unpleasant since Stephanie was obviously off for the two days she would be gracing our beautiful home with her divine presence.
I decided on a box of dirty rice and some chicken breasts, hoping to impress them with the southern styled rice since it couldn’t have been something either of them had every day. Since that would have made a plate look too bare I also decided to add a pack of those mixed, frozen vegetables. Desert was up to them. We had ice cream and a bunch of other crap that I had bought that was still good, so in that area they were fending for themselves. Although they could also drive themselves to get something, the restaurant selections weren’t too great around here but I was constantly being told that I had to try the ice cream parlor in town that specialized in doing it up for real deserts. Of course this most likely meant it had plenty of chocolate on it.
Like I was actually cooking from scratch I went at it pretty vigorously, glad to be doing something that made me seem useful here, other than just doing the shopping. I thought I saw Stephanie go by while I was cutting the chicken on the counter to the left in the kitchen, so I guess she was trying to make her move on Wesker by doing squats in front of him or something. Strangely though, Wesker left about five minutes after she entered, and after a brief trip upstairs to change he swept past me as I prepped the chicken for the oven. I watched him wordlessly step out through the back door, and a little after he got in his car I heard him pull out.
I guess Stephanie and I will be keeping each other company, I thought glumly. If anything Wesker was a great buffer, my awkwardness in my role was downplayed by the equal amount in his, and this helped with the illusion that this was actually in character for us. An hour later I was done, and a damp haired Stephanie twisted over to the counter to watch me take down a few plates.
“Ready?” Her voice sounded warmer towards me, like she was just tired of being a bitch, and perhaps she felt like there was no need to since she wasn’t in “game on” mode. Her prize wasn’t here.
Refusing to look at her I said, “Yeah,” but I didn’t try to sound like a bitch. She just needed to know that I wasn’t interested in playing that bipolar, Barbie bullshit with her. With the tiniest smile I handed her a plate, utensils, and a glass to basically let her know that she could serve herself. I saw guilt on her face as she took them from me, and I knew that she understood how her actions affected what could have possibly been a pleasant friendship. She had Mary to look up to as a woman though so I’d be a fool if I said I expected better from her. A child growing up with a person who possessed tact when going about their sneaky, evil ways could see through that shit, something Mary obviously didn’t realize so she didn’t bother trying to instill that same tact into her daughter.
We ate in silence, not speaking a word until I began washing our dishes. She leaned over the counter, holding herself up on her elbows, arms folded.
When she spoke she tried to sound as innocent and child-like as possible with a high voice that I knew didn’t really belong to her. “So you and Mr. Saunders are planning to stay in this town?”
“Why not?”
She gave a single laugh at this. “Red Lodge? Had you even heard of Red Lodge before he said, ‘Sara let’s shack up in Jesus Nowhere?’” The innocence that she had had been faking disappeared only to be replaced by her real voice, one filled will apathy and dislike. Could you guess for whom?
I was taking my time drying the dishes, not wanting to look her in her eyes because I’d probably end up stabbing her in one of them with a fork. “It’s okay here. Away from the city.”
I heard her chuckle. “The age difference is okay with you?”
Putting the last plate in the rack I smiled to myself. “It just means he knows what he’s doing.” The retreating footsteps made my smile become a smirk. Claire: one, Stephanie: zero.
January 8, 2001 Sunday 10:30 PM
Subject: Redfield, Claire
Location: Red Lodge, Montana
Status: Nervous
After my conversation with Stephanie she went out to a party, and coincidentally Wesker got back around the time she left. Since she wasn’t here there was no point in pretending that I was up for cooking dinner, and Wesker didn’t seem to mind since he just ate some of the meal I prepared earlier. She had come back about thirty minutes ago, trying to be quiet but she was probably too drunk to accomplish that.
I had just come from his bathroom, letting my hair fall freely from the ponytail holder, and I went over to the suitcase that was hidden under his bed to place my things back inside. I wore an oversized Air Force t-shirt that had once belonged to Chris and a pair of pink shorts. Now I was prepared to attempt to get comfortable on the floor between the comforters Wesker had placed down, so I waited for him to finish putting down pillows, but he kneeled down and settled in himself.
“You want me to take your bed?” The disbelief in my voice was clear as a bell, and apparently I offended Wesker by inadvertently insinuating that he lacked the characteristics of a gentleman.
Turning his back to me he murmured, “Go to bed Miss Redfield.”
Mouth agape, I stepped over him and knelt down before him, looking at his closed eyes knowing that he was not already asleep. “You’re being weird.”
“How so?” he asked as soon as my accusation was out, but he was always weird. Just not as weird as he had been since last night.
“Last night was pretty fucking weird Jeffrey.”
Eyes still closed, he gave a smirk at my confusion, most likely proud that he had caused me to become upset. “Red Lodge must believe we’re a couple. What if someone saw us abruptly cease our activity in the car?” When I didn’t answer he said, “Read nothing into our actions committed under the guise of Sara and Jeffrey.”
Offended by this, I angrily got to my feet and turned off the light, noisily getting into the bed. I was glad he expected nothing out of me but it wasn’t necessary that he say it like that.
Tauntingly, he said, “Goodnight Miss Redfield.”
Rather than satisfy him by supplying him with a snarky reply I rolled over so my back could face the side of the bed that he was next to. Unnerved as I should have been since I was sleeping in the same room as Wesker, I couldn’t fight sleep, but I honestly didn’t want to. Our ruse was taking a lot out of me since being conscious of it all of the time was a must. Hell, the darkness was welcomed, and I slept deeply for a long time until something strange disturbed me.
There was something in the bed with me, however I felt that I was in no immediate danger, but it was strange where this something was. Figuring that I should check it out I looked down to see a large form beneath the sheets, this was not what I expected, but as I opened my mouth to call out to Wesker I felt my panties being pulled down. Then I felt something warm and wet flicking against my clit fervently, instantly causing me to grip the sheets beneath me. “Ah!” I knew Stephanie would probably hear it, but I didn’t care because whatever this was, it felt great. My panic no longer existed because I knew who this was, my suspicions being confirmed when I peeked under the covers to see a head of blond hair moving back and forth.
I bent my knees and in response Wesker wrapped either of his hands around my thighs to pull me farther down to him. Dropping the covers back down I gave a gasp before proceeding to massage my breasts, playing with the nipples as I silently moaned. Then I both heard and felt him noisily sucking on my clit, making me give another “ah” of pleasure, this one louder than the last. This was something that I had never experienced before, something so new to me and so welcomed at the same time, and then I felt him plunge his tongue into me.
As I felt it wiggle my body did the same, but Wesker roughly grabbed my waist to hold me in place as he continued to pleasure me with his mouth. I felt swollen from his favor, and like I desperately needed to burst. “Oh!” I almost screamed, realizing that my mouth was dry from being open for so long, and I closed it to swallow. He returned to flicking his tongue against my clit and he let a finger substitute for his tongue, thrusting it in and out of me. I’d only read about it before but I was sure the sensation that I was feeling was it: he’d found my g-spot.
All I could do now was say his name as I drew closer and closer to the moment. My walls tightened, sending me into the best orgasm I’d ever had, and I thought I had been doing a good enough job for myself but this put my efforts to shame. As the contractions continued I jerked up, panting.
The sun was shining in on me as it had the morning after the party, making this moment feel like déjà vu, and I felt even more awkward that I was once more waking up in his bed. Then I remembered why I woke up, wishing that the dream would have just vanished as if it had never happened. Then again a Pysch class had pretty much taught me that this was bound to have happened sooner or later. I’d had a sex dream about Albert Wesker.
Feeling guilty, almost like the whole world had a screen to view my dream, I peeked over the side of the bed to make sure that he suspected nothing. The blond lie unbothered and untouched by the sun, making me so relieved that I fell back against the pillows, willing and ready to go back to sleep. I just prayed that the desire that we felt in my dream remained that way, and that neither of us acted on a silly brain trick. That’s all that it was. Just a trick.
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