A/N: This is going to be under mainly from Excella, where she is going to get to shine like she should've done from the beginning. I have a lot in opinions wise to how they should have handled her. ANYWAYS, what would have happened IF Excella had survived that terrible transformation? Please read and review!

Prologue: Death, Rebirth and the escape

Excella's heels clacked loudly against the hard floor and it always gave her such pleasure to hear, such power. Especially when she had to be somewhere in a hurry. The people… If they could be really considered as such anymore, always moved for her, and it wasn't just for the heels. Albert has always made sure that they knew that she was to be protected, and respected at all times. And Ricardo said he's going to toss at first chance, she thought to herself as she swiped the card and entered the room. "You wanted to see me," She asked, her voice made into a husky purr.

He turned around to face her, he was six foot three, wearing a battle suit, and she has seen him fight. He was truly a magnificent subject. He wore his sunglasses no matter day or night, and still saw better than she ever could dream of. She saw his old files, and often thought about ice blue eyes that was replaced by the red/gold eyes with cat like slits. His dark blond hair was slicked to keep out of his way while he did his work.

The battle suit that clung to his body the way she wish she could. It showed muscles that made her heart hammer. The smirk on his lips showed that he heard her excitement. He had placed his jacket onto a hook in the observer that they were standing in. He was completely relaxed in this settling, and to this date she had never seen him lose his composure.

"Yes," he answered as he stalked towards her, and she saw a needle in his hand. Her eyes narrowed for just a second, but her suspicion was instantly silenced as he tipped her chin up with his gloved fingers. "There is one last task I need you to do to prove that you are worthy." He told her, as in the back of her mind she remembered the needle that he was holding. "After all, you do want to prove that you are worthy do you not?" He asked her. She moved into him, and knew this day would come. It wasn't soon enough. She took a breath to answer him. He placed his finger over her lip, and spoke again. "This is how you do just that," he said to her as he pulled her close to him. Blood rushed to her cheeks, and he had never pulled her close to him.

As much as she hated to admit that someone of a low intellect, like Ricardo was right when he told her that Albert treated her not as lover as much as she wanted him to. Ricardo was right in every regards when he was trying to persuade her to date him. She was so lost in thought that when he pulled the needle away she realized that he had already empty its contents into her being.

She gasped in pain as she crumpled to the ground, and Albert had already walked away to toss the now contaminated equipment. She groaned in pain as she felt the Uroboros work through her DNA to seek if she was worthy to step higher in the evolutionary track. It felt like fire that left the numbing effects like wild fire in a forest with no regards to anything else in its path. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the ground she didn't realize that fingers were twisting into the metal floor without any damage to herself. Eventually she blacked out.

When she woke up she was on the sofa in the observatory room with Albert leaning against the dashboard looking at her. There was a flash of annoyance, then amusement before it settled to neutral. He approached her, and just now she realized that the lights were off, but she still could see clearer than if the lights were on. She sat up, and her body was stiff as she tried to move. However she managed to do so, and she felt better than she ever felt before in her life. She shuddered as she could feel strength of the virus coursing through her veins. She gasped as she could hear everything that used to be silent to her, for once she could hear his heart. Steady, and easy. Her nostril flared as she took a scent of him as she eased her way to him.

She noticed him tense for the first time, but again maybe he always had done it. At this time, she didn't care she was too much on a high of what she is now to care. She pressed her body against his, and was disappointed in no reaction. She could hear her heart pounding against her rib cage. She was intoxicated on the virus and his scent to really consider the danger she was still in.

He guided her towards the window where at least a hundred men down on the deck. "Let's see what you can do." He said his breath warm in her ear, and she shuddered a sigh at the extremely rare closeness he was exhibiting. She knew what he had meant, and she moved in slow elegance down to the deck.

The men in front of her scream their vulgarity in the language they grew up in. She only grinned as she moved forward, and began to kill every single one of them all without messing up her hair, and dress. I would like to see him refuse me now, she thought as she finished off the last one, and looked up to where she had left Albert. He looked down on her, and every part of how she was raised hated it. She, of course had come from a high bred family after all.

She held her dignity for just a bit longer until she felt something growing from within her, and the initial shock turned into pain as she collapsed to the ground.

This cursed everything that all the people who had warned her about Albert, and his reputation that had leaked from his time with Umbrella. "Albert," She screamed after a moment of agony. She may have been hallucinated, but she heard his laughter mocking her pain, and inability to adapt to the virus.

Everything else she wanted to ignore because of the pain was too much. She could hardly think about anything else except the pain, and Albert's betrayal. Chris and Sheva came in, and she knew that they had converse all the while she was suffering. Then Sheva had asked the question she had been asking herself since it started. The man, the man who had history with Albert answered. He doesn't give a damn about anyone except himself.

She cried her broken heart as she asked him why, she helped him in more ways than she had ever helped anyone before. His excuse was pathetic, a sad little lie for her, and it was no excuse for all that she had done for him. She had used her family's resources to achieve his dreams, and she was simply being tossed aside like some cheap whore.

After that, there was a peak of pain then another black out. She vaguely remembered this grotesque form, and using it to attack the bsaa agents, and Albert. Attack Albert for all the hurt he had done to her, and he simply did not care. She grieved all of the time wasted into him. Then nothing after remorseful thought.

She woke up on the deck of the ship, and with the alarms blaring as she sat up on the deck. She was completely nude, and the form of what she had become laid dormant towering over her now present form. She gasped as she scooted away from the monster of which she was previous. She looked up and saw a withered flower, as if it had given birth and delivered her safely out harm's way before its destruction. She would have to leave the theories for another time. She knew that the alarm had went off, and that meant that Albert was on the assault bomber. She knew that she had only a limited amount of time to get off the ship before it would detonate.

She stood up, and realized then that she was currently naked. She cursed, but in a small attempts she covered her chest as she found something that would do for the mean time. She had to make it home, to her family in Italy.

It was a sad excuse of an outfit, but the pants and shirt was clean so it would have to do for the mean time. She ran to the escape deck that was added as a precaution simply more for her fact than Albert. She hissed at the internal mentioning of his name, but would have to save that for later. She was a little surprised at how quick she made it to the ships, but everything had to be save for later.

Her life took precedence, and everything else would have to be an after note until she was safe. She must survive. She set the destination, and hit the lever to bring her to the bottom before hitting the engine and she was able to escape for the ship. She leaned against the navigation as she looked back on the ship that she had spent so much of the money her family had made for the man she had hoped to become his Queen. She hissed, as she realized that she was still in pain. She looked up however to see the assault bomber crash into a nearby volcano. She screamed, and it was somewhat revenged, remorseful, and delight all at the same time. She was pleased that his plans had failed without her, and she still wanted him. She cried as she collapsed to the deck of the ship as it took her to the mainland.

Though the ride home was not free of pain more than just emotional. Her body was still going through transformation. Apparently Albert had did something wrong with the math, or underestimated her completely. Both of those scenarios could be correct base on new information. Her body screamed, and writhed as the Uroboros worked from within her and alter her DNA completely. She remained silent herself as tried to endure it without drawing attention to herself.

Her journey was more secure as soon she made it to one of the old facilities that Ricardo did not destroy, and she made a call to her grandmother. The call was quick, and she explain as much as she could in little time she had. She told her grandmother what happened, and what is happening to her at current time. That alone caught her grandmother's attention quicker than the fact that her only granddaughter was in danger.

Within 30 minutes after her call the agent within Tricell came to her rescue and brought her home in Italy. The researchers drew blood, and even if they did not grab the work that her and Albert did while in Africa she remembered it all. She was exhausted, and was constantly assured that she could go back to sleep. However it seemed that her heightened senses made it impossible. She had to see every single detail. She wanted to know what was going on with her body. She needed to know more than anything at the moment. She would rest when she had her answers.

It was to the point that after a while that she had overruled the current director, and started to take the lead. She felt dirty, used, and treated far below than what she deserved. She learned that even the virus was less than what the two had made together, however still had the killing power of everything else that the Uroboros was capable of. It was probably way she was still alive considering that all of the antibodies that Albert had built from what he injected himself with many years ago Albert still needed help with keeping what he had. "Hmmm," She thought to herself as she pulled more information up about what was going on within her body.

"What is Ms. Gionne," one of the researchers asked, and she glared at him. She continued on until her father came onto the ship to retrieve her from her work... Her father being the head of the Gionne export-import business meant that he could easily receive his only daughter.

"You were supposed to be resting," He scolded her as he dragged her away from the lab equipment. She fought his hold for a second, but then gave in. She was too tired to fight. He led her away to a car, and helped his daughter in. "To the Travis estate." He told the driver. She leaned against her father's shoulder, and almost wished for a simpler time when she was little. She fell asleep finally with the soothing sounds of the silence, or as quiet it was going to get inside of a car.

Her father woke her up when they arrived at the estate, and instructed the servants to get her dressed, and ready for her grandmother. She let them lead her, and she looked back to her father who was on the line with someone. She heard the faint voice of her mother, and him assuring that she was fine. She turned and let them lead her to the bathroom where warm water was waiting for her to cleanse herself of the past 48 hours.

After she was cleaned, and dressed in something that suited, and picked by her. She walked down the grand hall to look at the family line portraits. It ended with her grandmother, and mother, and her two uncles. She frowned, before she knocked on the door. "Come in." She heard her grandmother order, and she obeyed. Her grandmother may have married into the Travis's family, but it was clear that she was the Head after her grandfather passed away.

Her grandmother, though well into her late 70's still held more regality over anyone she had ever met in her life. She was aged, and now that Excella was what she was she could see clearly the makeup that her grandmother used to make her skin look flawless. Money could have been used, but her grandmother was everything, but frivolous. The money could be spent better elsewhere. Her sharp blue eyes studied her, and she waved her hand to motion her to sit. She sat down, and as she did so files were handed to her. "You may leave." Her grandmother announced, "Be sure that we are not interrupted." She warned the security. They simply nodded and left the room.

She waited until they were gone, until she motioned Excella to come closer. Once she was close enough her grandmother pulled her into a tight hug. This didn't surprise Excella as she was often more warm outside public view. "We received the signal from the base that your operations in Africa detonated. We were worried sick about you." She scolded in the end. Though she was the one that allowed Albert within the company from the entry levels, she expressed her disapproval the more interaction showed between the two. She wished that she had taken her grandmother's advice more seriously.

"Now," she said as she tapped the file, "Read it. I'm sure it will mean more to you than it would for me. If your grandfather was here he would figure it out." She told him. Excella nodded and read through the entirety of it.

She learned that while it was Uroboros, it was a lesser version on it. She gritted her teeth hard enough to hear the grinding of it. Basically, he was so confident that she would be rejected that he gave her a lesser version of the virus. She was not worthy enough even to die from her work... She threw the file down with an unsatisfying slap of its contact with the table. She pushed herself away from the table and stalked her way to the window to look down upon the estate.

"Tell me what you read dear," she heard her grandmother's command, but she was wiping tears from her eyes. She cursed herself for being so naive about him, and letting him use her that way he did. It was stupid of her, and there was no way she could ever let that happen again. She turned to face her grandmother, and there was worry in her eyes. Excella shook her head. "Are you going to die?" She asked softly, and she chuckled at the question. Where one person wanted her to die, and here she was with someone who valued her life the way she did.

"No grandmother," she told her as she walked slowly to return her grandmother's side. "I will live, but I'm not human anymore." She admitted the last part. "I have been infected with a virus," she rose her hand before her grandmother could interrupt. "I chose to do this, and it was a stupid mistake putting my trust into him." She refused to say his name. "I don't know to the extent of it, or even if it will turn against me again. But I am sorry grandmother." She said at the end.

"Oh Excella," her grandmother sighed, "You need to stay at this estate away from the public view until we settle of this mess." She told her, "We also need to test and see if you are stable." She told her, and Excella grimaced. She was something she mocked all of her life. "It is only temporary." She was assured. She then lean over to press a button on the dashboard that was hidden, but Excella had known was there the entire time.

Men in white jackets arrived to escort her to the wing where she would be residing during the duration of the experiments. She was not thrilled, but she wanted to know the extent of what was going on within her. The test they perform on the ship could just been temporary.

After another batch of blood being drawn Excella noticed the resistance her skin gave the needle before they were able to force it into her vein. Then she noticed how quickly she had healed from the wound. It was not great fact that she was proud of, but perhaps there was a healing factor.

Not long after the blood being drawn when she starting to run fevers well into the hundreds. She sweated, and vomited everything until her body just retched air. She was still tended to, doctors around her at all hours wiping the sweat from her brow, and helping her to bath herself while they changed the sheets out. She assumed that they had burned them unsure if she could pass on the virus.

She wasn't sure about how long she was out, but when she came through she felt better. Her body was sore, but she was able to sit up against the headboard. She vaguely heard her grandmother come into the room. "I hear you are feeling better, at last." She sighed as she sat the bedside. Security was all around the room, and she knew that they were here to kill her if she made any wrong move. "Your DNA has altered completely, and we saw the news. Excella Gionne dies in a freak accident. Terrible titled if you ask me. However, this serve us as a new opportunity… To give you a better life. We have already made up everything from birth certificates to your degrees, and etc. You are now Celeste Travis." She was shocked to see that she was now being moved within the main family. The family that founded, and ran Tricell. "Am I understood?"

"Yes ma'am," Excella answered with a nodded. Though she wasn't Excella anymore. She had died on the ship along with that monstrosity that she had become for a brief horrible nightmare. She was now Celeste Travis. She would make good with her new identity.

A/N: There we go, Excella was able to escape after being reborn from the Uroboros Aheri. How strong is she now? We certainly know that she had adapted to the virus, granted a lesser version of it. What will she do when she finds out that Albert is dead?