Would You Hate Me Then?

What Do You Want From Me?

Sometime after that confusing conversation with Wesker that made my head burst in confusion... one of his lowly employees brought me dinner, and was very quick to leave the room. I had sat the tray aside as I thought about the conversation from before... going over each line in my head. Analyzing every detail I could. I pace back, and forth around the room... but when the track on the stereo changes I stop everything I'm doing, and walk over to switch it back to track two... back to Clair De Lune. Something about the song calms me, helps me think. Part of me thinks it would be a rather good song for most occasions. Romantic outing, painting, meditation... dancing.

I dropped down to the floor, sitting straight down on my butt before crossing my legs. My brain is fried, I'm sick of thinking... sick of being so lost, and bewildered. All because of one guy, one fucking guy named Albert Wesker. I've wasted so much time on him... so much time, yet I continue to waste more precious hours of my life obsessing... wait, obsessing? No, I couldn't be... well, that would explain a few things. I am aren't I? I never even realized... I really am, obsessed. Just like he is with me... no wonder we spent so many years trying to subdue the other. I admit a part of me is curious about this new side of him, and has always been. Wouldn't you want to know more about your enemy? Even so... that shouldn't qualify for obsession. The last deep intrigue I had was, was, well it was Nickolas. This is different though, Wesker was my mission... my purpose, and job. I was told to hunt him down, and I did my part in doing so. No matter the cost. Look where that got me, no wonder I've lost my mind.

My eyes trailed over to the plate of food that had gone cold about two hours ago after I received it. I was hungry, now I... honestly I'd like to get drunk. Take some of the edge off. What pisses me off more is, I actually feel rather comfortable around him. I actually feel like... Oh please, as if how he makes me feel actually matters. The man is a menace, a strange gentle yet sadistic menace. Wesker may stray from the normal villains that corrupt this world, but the moral still stands that he needs to be silenced. End of story, end of story, end of story.

I closed my eyes, and leaned back against the wall as the track on the stereo repeated. Last time I switched it back I realized the loop button was invented... I can't believe I did that like a thousand times, and completely missed that. "Not hungry?" My eyes shot open as I caught a gasp from leaving my lips. Wesker's body leans against the frame of the door as his chin tilts down a little causing his gaze to zero in on mine. I felt my sudden fast heart rate fall to that of a steady one. I parted my lips slightly as I debated whether or not to answer, "You're awfully quiet," he paused tilting his head to the side a little. "I apologize about earlier... I'm not good at," he scratched his neck before massaging the back of it. "I'm not good with words in situations like this."

"Situations like what?"

"Ones that require a more delicate touch," I smirked mimicking the tilt of his head by doing the same thing with mine.

"You seemed pretty gentle with me," I replied, causing a faint trace of a smile to form on his lips.

"You're referring to when..." he shook his head a little. "I'd like to explain again why you're here," I gestured for him to go on. "Anastasia... I don't want to be your enemy. After a while I realized that... and when I did, I decided if I couldn't kill you I'd make it to where no one could. So I devised my complex ploy, as you'd call it, to lure you into a trap so I could go through with my newfound idea." He dropped his gaze to the floor it seemed, "I had this planned for some time, I had preparations for this room made months ago... I made sure nothing would go wrong, but..." he smirked as he locked gazes with me again. "Well then the plane crash happened, then the wine, and so on." Wesker paused as if to study my expression, "Come with me, I want to show you something." I raised a brow as I glanced down at my clothes.