Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil.

Hello and welcome all! I've been working very, very hard on my two major fics and have found that sometimes, it's just not what I'd like to work on at the moment and so, after a few weeks of thinking, I've decided to start a collection of my small short stories that I've been writing throughout the years. They will, of course, be dedicated to our favorites, Claire and Wesker. So let us begin and I do hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Beach

"If I told you that I loved you, tell me, what would you say? If I told you that I hated you, would you go away? Now I need your help with everything that I do. I don't want to lie, I've been relying on you"

He was falling again.

It was just one of those days.

Sometime after they had begun this ritual, he realized that it was more than lust. There was affection, protectiveness, and a pure hunger for her touch. He pined for the very quake in her voice when he ran his lips down her body, exploring every tarnished and wounded inch of her. He wanted to feel her breath against the inside of his neck, he wanted to feel her nails rake down his back, leaving bright red marks in their wake.

But soon after this realization, he had also realized that it was a dangerous game. A dangerous game that they both loved to play. He had been warned and he had warned her as well but there was just so much more… he didn't want to be out in the open, exposed to their seemingly undesirable crime. More often than not, he found himself calling upon her when he was frustrated, when he was boiling over with anger, when all he could do was resist the urge to crush skulls under his boot. She was his measure of sanity, there to appease his horrible, horrible rage when others would simply run from it.

But now, in the late hours of this night, he was falling. Falling along the endless streams of bright red anger, like a rushing and torrenting river. He could see his palms crush into a mans chest, blood pooling around his wrist. He could smell their fear in his nostrils. His hands were trembling, a shockwave of adrenaline pumping through his rigid body. His breath was labored and ragged, the pure essence of the kill in his eyes. He had fallen more times than he wished to admit, and it was becoming more and more of a habit. An addicting, uncontrollable habit. He would try to calm himself by imagining himself on a beach, as uncharacteristic as it sounded, he liked empty beaches during storms. The tide was sweltering and violent, the warm winds would howl in his ears, and his favorite part… his favorite part was Claire Redfield, standing next to him as the violence of the storm grew. She would watch the water with her own oceanic blues and sometimes, he could have sworn the emotion within them matched that of the tide.

Albert Wesker loved the beach.

A/N: As I said above, these will be short but I will update them frequently. Each chapter will be named after a song. -The Beach by The Neighborhood-