Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Taller Than God ❯ Chapter 11, Segment One ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter XI- Segment One

 

“Breathe Me”

 

Help, I have done it again

 

I have been here many times before

 

Hurt myself again today

 

And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

 

 

Be my friend

 

Hold me, wrap me up

 

Unfold me

 

I am small

 

I'm needy

 

Warm me up

 

And breathe me

 

 

Ouch I have lost myself again

 

Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,

 

Yeah I think that I might break

 

I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

-Sia, Colour the Small One

 

 

A still shaken Asherah entered the room cautiously behind her lover. She exchanged greetings with a bookish-looking, blond haired man who introduced himself to her as William Birkin. She could tell he must have been a long time friend of Wesker's, for she had never seen him drop his guard around anyone but her before.

-“Asherah, at last, I'm happy to finally see you in person.”

- “Oh? Has Albert mentioned me to you before?” She asked hesitantly, shooting a curious glance at Wesker who was leaning on the wall observing the two, not sure of what conversation had passed between them about her. Wesker only shrugged in reply to her questioning eyes, deciding it would be much more entertaining to let Birkin handle this one.

-“Um, well…” Birkin stammered unsurely while he anxiously shifted his weight to his opposite foot. “As you know, Wes…well…keeps to himself, to put it very mildly. I'm just glad that there's a woman who can finally get through to him, even make him do something as foreign as falling in love.” Asherah blushed under the weight of his compliment.

-“Ah, I'm sorry, now I've gone and embarrassed you.”

-“No, it's alright. I just…I just didn't know I had had such an impact.” Now it was Wesker's turn to be embarrassed. He went from observing them to staring intently at the wooden floorboards of his bedroom after that particular exchange.

-“Oh yes, Asherah, between you and me, you wouldn't believe- His old friend had shot him a look from behind those signature sunglasses, telling him to stop there in his line of dialogue. “Yes, well, that was then, he has you now.” She looked lovingly at her man, “Yes, he does.” Birkin wasn't certain if it was the dim light coming from the lamp on the Wes's desk, but he was almost positive that Wesker's face light up and his eyes reflected nothing but pure love back at Asherah. He decided then that it was time for his departure so the two lovers could be left in peace, just on the off chance that Wesker's worst fears were realized and their little date with Alfred Ashford did not go to plan.

-“Ah, I think that's my cue to be going on my way. Asherah, it was a sincere pleasure to meet you. I'll have to introduce you to my wife Annette sometime soon; who I really should be getting back to.” Birkin took the hand of the beautiful young woman, and kissed it. Before he broke their grasp, he leaned over and whispered in her ear so quietly it was barely audible to Asherah herself, “Good luck, my dear, that's all I can say. He may act like an arrogant, self-centered bastard at times, but I've never seen or heard him feel for anyone the way that he does for you. If nothing else, keep faith in that, and I would never try to mislead you.” She nodded her thanks. Birkin went out into the hallway with Wesker following, leaving Asherah in his room as he pulled the door shut behind them.

Wesker walked Birkin back to the helipad, waiting to exchange their final comments until right before his friend stepped onto the awaiting transport. It was as if to talk about tomorrow any sooner would lead Wesker's fate to ruin . The pair reached their destination, and William, sensing Wesker's unwillingness, decided to take initiative on the uneasy subject. Birkin stepped in the helicopter to board and turned to Wesker, “Well, Wes, we can't avoid it any longer.” Wesker lowered his head a little, “I know, so when should I be expecting you?”

-“Early tomorrow morning. Don't concern yourself too much over it, Albert. I assure you, I'll be here before he arrives. For tonight, the only advice I could really give you is just to spend as much time with her as possible.”

-“Why do you say that?”

-“Because my friend you don't want to have any more regrets, just in case events do not go in our favor. And in this cruel corporation, as we have witnessed together for many years, they seldom ever do.”

-“I appreciate what you're trying to do for me, William, but you of all people know that I have always prepared for the worst.”

-“I'm well aware of that. I pray you won't need to be. I'm holding out all the hope that I have left in me for you both.”

- “You won't have to. I don't let anything come between me and something I care about.” William Birkin merely nodded in his head in goodbye, but massive concern was evident in his every mannerism. The helicopter ascended, and headed in the direction of the place that Wesker now loathed the most. If only…, was in his thoughts as the wind raised up from the helicopter blades dispersed, and he turned his back on it to go to his true love's side.

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Wesker's rushed steps were all that resounded in the tiny, desolate hallway. He wasn't certain why, but he had broken into a sprint on his back to Asherah. I have to be with her…, his desire to achieve this fueled his very being, inspiring his legs to move as rapidly as he could manage. He no longer cared what his team members would think of him if they saw. In this moment, holding her was the only thing that was of importance, the only thing that mattered.

He reached the door, nearly breathless, his heart racing in his chest. For an instant, he panicked she wasn't on the other side of it, waiting for him. Wesker grabbed hold of the knob, and flung the door open with all his strength to a very startled Asherah. “Albert, what's- She didn't get to finish her thought as Wesker crossed the room as hurriedly as he arrived, and grabbed her tightly into a powerful kiss. Her lips responded with a little delay, as she was still in shock. He cupped her face strongly in his hands and looked into her eyes so intensely Asherah was almost frightened.

-“I love you.” was all he said but she could hear that every word of it was draped in desperate need. What has gotten into him? Wesker only paused briefly to see the reply in her eyes, and returned to her mouth savagely once again. Asherah could barely keep up with him, seeing that she was never allowed an opportunity to process much of anything that was currently taking place. He fumbled with the buttons on his black shirt for a brief moment, before nearly tearing it off. Wesker nudged his love closer to the bed they had shared for the first time the night before. He's acting like he has no time to waste…, Asherah thought to herself.

She stopped him as his hands sled to her hips in an attempt to remove her uniform pants. “Wesker, what the hell has gotten into you?” He was panting as he pulled away from Asherah, his blood burning for her. “I love you…you're mine…nothing will ever take you from me.” He kept repeating “I love you”, hotly into Asherah's ear as he quickly went back to his hand's previous work.

Asherah didn't put up any resistance this time. She knew this is what he needed to happen. “I love you too.” she muttered quietly as he laid her down on his bed sheets. Wesker removed the rest of her clothes in what seemed to be only a matter of seconds. He quickly followed suit, he couldn't quite explain what had come over him but for some odd reason it felt like time itself was about to sin against them. Why? Why do I feel this way? I can't believe I'm acting like this …I've never felt need this badly before. She's mine…mine forever…I've made certain of that. But then why do I have this terrible sensation coming over me more and more with every hand I lay on her…, he thought to himself, but nothing could dissuade him.

He kissed her stronger than he had ever dared before, feeling each kiss to be more ominous than the last. Asherah whimpered slightly as he entered her swiftly, unsure of why he was being so forceful with her. Just then, she could have sworn she felt something wet splash her cheek. She looked up and became incredibly troubled, Wesker, her Wesker, the supposed cold-hearted man that many people feared, was crying.