Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, or any of their characters.
Story takes place pre RE5.

Edited by: Naoko Suki

Who am I really?

April, 2006; Redfield's Family home in Chicago,

Her life fell to ruin while cleaning her parents house that day. Chris had been helping her out earlier on but had to leave with Jill. She was glad they finally started dating; empathizing with Jill at the length of time it took for Chris to ask her out.

The house was finally being cleaned to sell it. It was a house that they didn't want to have to keep paying for, and it really was a waste of a home. Someone else could use it for their family. It took Chris and her 12 years after their parent's death to decide, but they were glad to finally do so rather than let it sit and collect dust.

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Later on in the day, Claire had finally finished cleaning and ridding of any junk in every room except for her father's office. It was hard to go into the room he spent most of his time when she was younger. It felt like a flashback, an unwanted one. After reminiscing for a few moments, she shook her head and began going through the paperwork deciding on what to keep or to throw away. She had gone through the cabinets first, and had ended at his desk.

The top of her father's desk was clean, other than a stylish pen in a holder, a lamp and a really old phone. She opened the first drawer seeing that it was empty and continued onto the one right below it. She gave it a pull.

It's locked.

It was no trouble for her as Jill had taught her how to 'properly' rid yourself of such problems. Leaving and returning with a small barrette, she successfully opened the drawer. Inside laid a few papers, and a previously opened stained envelope. Her hand was instantly drawn to it, but when she opened the envelope and read the paper inside, her eyes widened in disbelief,

-'Lady Claire E. Spencer

Daughter of Lord Ozwell E. Spencer and Lady Caitlyn E. Spencer is being received and taken care of by Clark Redfield & spouse Cameron Redfield. The father and mother of Lady Claire has resigned his & her right to the child at birth, and is voluntarily giving the daughter, Claire, to the new adoptive parents-'

She didn't continue on with the rest of the legalese underneath. All that mattered right now was the fact that the paper said she was adopted. Claire didn't cry, her body was in too much shock to. Who could have known about this?

Chris…?

Chris had to know about it. Of course he would. He was 6 years old when she was 'born'. He would have known if our mom was pregnant. Her eyes narrowed into slits. She also began to think of the name. Where have I heard this before? Ozwell E. Spencer… Spencer…

Wasn't he the president of Umbrella? Is she really his daughter, or some sort of sick joke? How could this even be possible?

She took her phone from her pocket and dialed.

"Hey, Leon!"

"Hey Red, how are you?"

"I'm great. Listen, I uh...got a friend at work and he needs some information."

"What kind of information?"

"I need to know where Spencer is."

"Whoa, hold it Claire. He disappeared off the grid a long time ago. I don't-"

"Please!" She shouted, cutting him off, "Please Leon, ask Hunnigan to search for something, anything. I need whatever you can give me." She heard a long sigh on the other end of the line.

"Alright Red, I'll see what I can do. Are you sure you're OK?"

"Yeah, I'm cool, I promise. Listen, I gotta' jet. If you've found anything please call me. See ya!"

'Click' She shut her phone and practically flew down the streets home on her motorcycle, the files relevant to this case was stuffed under her where she sat. She couldn't believe it; just an hour ago she was a normal Redfield. Her brother and her… Oh God. Chris isn't my biological brother. Does that mean she didn't love him anymore? No, that was a stupid question. She knows she loves him. But why didn't he tell her? Why?

Maybe he was afraid that she wouldn't love him anymore after their parents died? She knew she would never stop loving him. She was very mad at him though. She wondered how he would react when she blows up in his face.

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Her thoughts were a hazard while she drove. Realizing she finally ended up at home, she hopped off her bike and was thankful she didn't wipe out from the adrenaline coursing through her from the information. Clutching the piece of paper, she walked inside to prepare for her journey. She changed her clothes into black leather skinny jeans and leather boots with a white shirt, and then holstered her magnum into the waistband of her pants belt, finishing off by tightening her ponytail.

Spending a bit of time securing her apartment and leaving a quick note if her brother chose to come around while she was gone, she heard a tune from her cell and quickly answered.

"He has a family mansion in France, on the Atlantic coast. I'll send you an information file to your e-mail, okay?"

"God Leon, you're the best. Thank you for pulling through for me."

"Be careful, Claire."

She let out a small noise for a reply and flipped the phone shut once again. She was glad Leon got to the point and gave her what she needed. She left the apartment with her wallet, passport and the important piece of paper in hand.

Six Hours Later; France:

The airport had been a hassle; but only for a short while. It wasn't too hard to bring aboard her weapon after she flashed her Terra Save badge and made a quick call to her boss. She had taken a taxi to a street about a mile from this mansion, and within 10 minutes of running she could see it in the distance. The rain was partially blocked by the trees that hung over the long driveway path.

Finally arriving at the door, she had her back to the wall beside it. She reached her hand across to the handle and tried to open the door. Hearing the click made her calm and thankful it was already unlocked. She closed the door behind her when she slipped inside. The entrance was huge and was filled with very gaudy decorations. How the hell am I suppose to find him in this place?

She decided to start with a door on the right, until 10 minutes later she came out on the left side. There were no doors anywhere in the rooms she veined through, so she went up the stairs and went down a hall through a door on the right again. After her first turn she came upon a door that was ajar. Every other door she passed was always fully closed. Her feet lightly padded through the hall until she came up to the door and peeked inside.

A man sat in a wheelchair in the center, and to his right stood a man she knew all too well. Wesker. The blond man had his head turned and was staring at her. Her eyes widened as she sucked in a harsh breath.

"Miss Redfield. It's a pleasure to see you again. I didn't hear anyone else, is your beloved brother not with you this time?"

Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him, "No. I'm alone. I came to…" her face relaxed when she saw the man in the wheelchair spin to look at her.

"Came to what, may I ask?" Wesker just grinned.

"…to talk with Spencer."

The old man coughed before he spoke and smiled. "Oh, dear Claire. I was afraid I would never have the pleasure to meet you. What did you wish to talk about?"

"I just wanted to ask something."

"Please do then, child."

She was skeptical with moving forward, constantly darting her eyes to Wesker as she proceeded to show Spencer the document she had found earlier. "Is this… really true?" Stepping back to her original spot, she felt the time that passed before he answered took forever.

"Ahh…" Spencer sighed, keeping his smile towards her. "Yes it is. You've grown…into such a beautiful woman. You look like your mother."

Weskers eyes flickered when he saw the mad Redfield lift her gun at Spencer.

"Shut up! You don't know my mother! I want to know why. Why the fuck did you just give me away to some couple?"

Spencer gave her up? Wesker kept still and listened.

"I gave you to them because I cared about you, very much." He stated rather calmly.

"Bullshit…"

"Your mother, your real one, died after she gave birth to you. I was a very important person in Umbrella, so I couldn't risk you being a liability. I have much too many enemies. Even though I was 48, I had no experience with children. That was when a worker, Cameron, offered me to take care of you. Clark, her husband, didn't like the idea, he was proud enough with his own son. But I see… That Cameron cared for you deeply."

"Wait…My mom? Cam-my mom and dad worked for you?"

"No," he replied, "They were working with me."

"My parents worked for Umbrella? No they couldn't have…"

"Yes, your adoptive parents did. Your mother didn't like the corporation, but I belonged to it."

Her eyes dropped to his shoulder; anywhere but his face. "It makes sense why dad wasn't concerned about me…"

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" his smile still soft and calm.

She ignored the 'sweetheart'. Her life was one huge lie, one right after another. She forgot Wesker was listening; sure he was as surprised as her.

"I remember feeling like an outsider. He treated me like a piece of shit, never received the wonderful treatment Chris got, and he never allowed mom to fully take care of me. He almost divorced mom because of her trying to involve me. Chris and mom had to do things with me in secret. But they're dead now. My whole life changed." She sighed, and looked into Spencer's eyes. "I'm not even sure if their death was an accident anymore."

Spencer let out a small chuckle. "Oh, do you suggest that someone would have ordered to kill them because of your connection to me? Claire…I do not think so. No one else knew. But how did your life change, if I may ask?"

Her eyes had a glint of hope in them, "Chris took care of me. He never treated me like dad would. He was the best brother a girl could have. He got a job and supported us both. Anything I could do to help I did. We were very close, even had jackets with the same design on them…" She smiled as she dreamed, forgetting where she currently stood.

Wesker couldn't believe it. All this time, Spencer had a child. And this child is Chris' little sister Claire Redfield. Or should he say, Lady Claire Spencer. What an interesting secret to have all these years.

"Could you come closer to me, Claire? My eyes aren't what they used to be anymore." The older man asked Claire.

She hesitated. Should she just run? She had forgotten Wesker stood right beside him, her eyes shifted in worry, and Spencer caught on by the silence.

"Do not worry dear, Albert will not harm you."

Yeah right, my ass!

Wesker spoke up, "Of course, I could never harm such a lovely lady."

She just sighed, and almost made a move before hearing some clicks behind her. She turned and came face to face with her brother Chris and Jill; weapons pointed directly at Wesker. But their faces seemed as surprised as hers when their eyes met.

"Claire…? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Me? I should be asking you!" she spat, "You told me you were going on a vacation with Jill! This sure doesn't look like a resort to me! You lied to me?"

"I'm sure it's not the first time, dear heart." Wesker mocked.

She spun back and raised her gun back to him, "Shut up! No one needs the input of a liar himself!" She yelled, turning her head back to Chris. "I came here because I found a certain piece of paperwork in dad's desk."

Chris' face paled even more in the moonlight, "Shit."

"Oh, this is much bigger than one measly little 'Shit' Chris. Did you know about this?" She yelled again, and fumed at her own question, "Of course you knew! You were 6 years old at that time! What did they tell you, that they found me on the street?"

Chris held his gun with one hand and held out his other towards Claire, "Can we talk about this-"

"NO! Not later, now! I want to know now!" Her face was red with anger.

Chris looked closer to Claire, "Oh Claire…Are you crying?" He couldn't believe it. A single tear fell down her face, but she had wiped it as quickly as it fell. She didn't even cry when her parents died.

"Tell me now, Chris." His name seethed through her teeth, eyes not leaving her brothers.

"…They just told me you were my sister now, and you would be staying with us from now on. It was some stupid bullshit that I believed when I was a child. Years later I found that paper you're talking about. But…It shouldn't matter, right? You're still my little Claire, my sister, aren't you?"

Claire's breathing returned to normal, she felt she had been overreacting for the moment not being able to control her emotions. "I…Chris, of course I am! Are you really thinking that I'd stop loving you and Jill because I'm," She moved her gun towards Spencer, "HIS daughter? Is that why you couldn't tell me?"

"Claire, I wanted to take care of you, so I couldn't tell you…"

"But we still love you." Jill cut in and smiled, spreading the same action to Claire.

The air broke when she heard a gunshot break behind her. Wesker had shot Spencer straight through the chest.

Claire turned and ran to Spencer sliding down and out of his chair. "Oh my GOD! Why the hell did you…?"

"Claire, please listen, I have something I must tell you…" Spencer whispered to her.

"W-what..?" She asked him, still in shock as to what happened.

"I have always loved you. No matter where you or I were. Your mother would have been proud of you. I know I am, and I am sure Cameron is as well…" Spencer pushed the last few words out with all his strength, and his body finally collapsed on the floor beside where she knelt. She didn't even notice until now that Chris and Jill were fighting Wesker.

She stood quickly, watching and aiming her gun, but he was too fast. Jill was now lying unconscious on the ground as Wesker slammed Chris through a table before flinging him near the large windows. Wesker was back on top of him in a heartbeat.

No…

Wesker laughed out before raising his arm for a final blow against her brothers' skull.

No!

Claire ran straight for Wesker, ramming him from his side, and pushing him straight through the window. Glass shattered, and she could have sword Chris screamed.

She was falling, her arms wrapped around the most gruesome man on the planet.

She looked up at Wesker, who was also looking down at her with an emotionless face. She knew this was the end. Her head lay upon the monsters chest, only to have peace as she reminisced.

For once, she saved Chris.

The air around her changed direction, as she realized Wesker had spun and was now underneath her. They were going to hit any second. She closed her eyes, and removed her arms from around him, only to have him grab her arms tighter.

The impact; There is no explanation to describe it other than she thought she was dead.

But she was still breathing. She was breathing as she opened her eyes, and began to listen as well, Wesker was breathing as well. Her temporary relief was thrown away when she coughed up blood on the ground beside their pile of bodies. Why the hell is it so painful? Ugh...It should have just ended instantly.

"I get to see you again, mom…" she spouted, while the blonde man looked down at the young Redfi- Hmm… - The young Spencer.

"Ah, why would you do such a thing, dear heart?"

"You would have killed them both if I didn't."

She heard him chuckle deeply, "Do you really think this will stop them from dying?"

"For now, they are safe. They can escape."

Wesker sighed, as he still made no attempt to move, "What would make you think that? I can just get right back up and walk right back in."

Her eyes narrowed, moving her head as best as she could to look into his eyes, "They won't be there anymore. Chris knows I'm most likely dead, and he'll disappear to get ready for you again. He will find you, and kill you. I'll be watching over him, every step of the way…"

He grunted, "Chris will never be able to kill me, my hands will end his life before he even has a chance."

"Fuck you. Shut up and let me die…"

"Typical Redfield, even when you're not really one."

She let out a small smile as she closed her eyes; "I'm still a Redfield at heart…" she spoke for the last time; falling into a warm, golden light.

Okay People! Should I continue this or leave it as One Shot?

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