Temporary Alliance

Chapter Eleven - Good Night Wesker

Albert Wesker ☝☝☝

Albert's POV

I reached for the metallic weapon lodged into the arm of the woman before me only to receive the six previous reactions. She moved away, her eyes closed as though I had actually touched her.

Miss Redfeild you seem to be forcing my hand.

I'm starting to think she actually enjoy the metal being in her arm. While I was a sadist there was no enjoyment in this scenario.

I moved my nose and lips, my lips being pressed into a thin line. This woman was testing the very little patience I had.

"Would you simply refrain from doing that?" I growled, Claire opening one eye to look at me.

"Well if you keep making that face every time you hold onto the dagger, how the fuck am I supposed to react?" She asked me and I arched a brow.

I never did like crude language coming from a lady's mouth. While Claire rarely dressed the part she was and will always be a lady.

She really did not expect me to hand her a sweet while I pulled the weapon out with a smile now did she?

"I'll inform you that is and always will be my face" I told her truthfully, even if I was happy I'd still come of as pissed.

"No, I'm used to the Wesker face. You were looking at me like, 'hopefully if I drag this dagger out hard enough I'll maybe take her hand off with it' " she informed me and I stared down at her.

Don't tempt me.

"Now that you've mention it..." Before I could finish she gave me angry eyes and a pissed face. I pulled the dagger out, Claire's eyes wide as a echoing scream followed while she held her bleeding arm.

Blood pooled in her hand, Claire directing her bitter gaze to me.

"Why the hell did you do that?" she asked and I simply aided her in sitting on the edge of the bath tub.

That is, forcing the red hair woman to sit by using the part of her body responsible for her being stubborn, her head.

"Take your hand from the wound, allow the blood to leave" I told her, turning the faucet on as I damped a clean white cloth.

"This is too much blood Wesker..." She mumbled as she held her hand over the tub, watching the blood make its way down the drain.

She made a pained face.

"It may seem so but that blood had to leave your body" I told her firmly as I made my way towards her. She raised the arm painfully, the blood being swiped away slowly by damp cloth.

I looked down at her, glancing at the wound on her upper arm. Claire on the other hand tried her best not to look at it as she looked at the floor.

She was a pale girl, her skin surprisingly smooth. I closed my eyes.

"I want answers...apart from the flashbacks I have no fucking idea who I am! You said you would tell me!" She hissed, my hand raised. She had some nerve yelling as though she had the right to.

She looked away, that hand now holding her cheek and surprising her at large. If I wanted to hit her I would have done so a long time ago.

"You don't make demands...I do" I told her, hoping she would know not to make the same mistake.

"I'm supposed to hate you..." She told me, ignoring the gun that was placed to her temple, the hard hand that squeezed her face. I stared down at her.