Disturbed, he woke up from another one of those dreams. The dreams he could never remember, but he still knew how disturbing they were. So wrong, so... human. Simply not right, unlike the other dreams he had. Those were very violent, but he actually had a reason to like them... Which couldn't be said about the dreams like the one he had just had.

The room was unlit. He glanced around, hearing nothing. Nothing? But that was wrong... there should've been some sound. At least the sound made by...

He took a deep breath, suddenly realizing that his naked body was covered in cold sweat. He cursed in his mind; cursed the one who caused this. The one who he hated so much... The one he would blame for everything.

And yet, deep in his mind he knew that the one he blamed for everything wasn't the one to blame for this.

Still, after cursing that certain person for a while, he sat up, pushing the sheets aside. The air around him felt chilly... He shivered a bit, knowing that it was only his mind playing tricks on him again. The room was perfectly warm... but he was not. Why? Because of that damned dream. He closed his eyes for a moment, and could almost feel the touch from the dream on his body...

He shook his head to get rid of the feeling and got up from the bed. He grabbed a black silk robe from the closet and wandered to the next room. It was empty. There was usually a guard - one the men he trusted - in here, but right now, there was no one. Not that it would have mattered - he didn't feel like seeing anyone right now.

He sat in front of the computer and checked his email, quickly glancing through something that he considered meaningless. Still, his employer obviously liked sending him all this useless information. He couldn't care less.

He closed the email program and chose one of the files on the computer desktop. He liked to keep certain files where he could find them easily...

When the file in question opened, he froze for a second. Then he leaned slightly closer to the monitor, running his finger across the screen which was showing a picture of dark-haired man.

"Christopher..."

Only a whisper, but the tone was full of meaning. This young man was, after all, his most hated enemy. One of his cursed dreams... His obsession... His...

His.

MINE.

The thought pleased him. He stared at the image for the longest time, studying every detail on the blue-eyed man's picture very carefully, wishing to remember it forever. There was no need to - the image of this man was burned deep inside his mind... Even if he'd forget everything he had seen and known, he'd always remember this man.

Not that he hadn't forgotten already. Most of the time, he had difficulties remembering things from his "human" life. No, he had difficulties remembering mostly anything. Still, maybe he had the tendency to forget things, but usually, once he saw something, he could easily recall it from memory... down to the smallest detail.

Christopher...

He let his finger caress the image. A handsome young man... not that that mattered to him. He only wanted to kill the man in question. Make him feel what he had felt when the other man had ruined his plans, which had led to his death.

Death... Death was too good for Chris. Killing him was too easy. Kill? No... He wanted to own him. Only that way, the younger man would learn what it meant to be dead. And once Chris had learned that, he'd allow himself the pleasure of actually killing him. But first...

"Ha. My dear Christopher... I own you already..."

He laughed cruelly, closing his eyes. The thought gave him more pleasure than anything in this world; only actually having the young man here would have been more enjoyable. But he knew he had Chris... He knew that he more than likely owned the younger man's mind. If he had dreams of the dark-haired man... Chris most certainly had dreams about him. He only hoped that the dreams were as violent as possible, and that the younger man had trouble sleeping because of them.

Suddenly, he could hear footsteps from the corridor. They stopped by the door, and the door opened a few seconds later. He didn't bother to turn to look at the person entering the room; instead, he concentrated on the computer, quickly closing the picture he had had open and opening a random file sent by his employer. What he looked at on this computer was none of Jake's business.

Yes, he knew who had come in. He could tell the sound of those boots from the other side of the house. He glanced at the brown-haired man; Jake sat down on the sofa very casually and picked up a magazine from the table, not paying attention to his boss.

He smiled to himself as he could hear another sound from the corridor; it was a very familiar sound, a sound made by a hunter. The sound stopped near the door and the creature chattered quietly to itself before tapping the door with its sharp nails. That surely looked more than amusing, but he didn't care. The hunter was intelligent enough knock on the door. He was quite proud of himself for being able to create something like this creature. Hell, he knew that the beast would've opened the door itself, but unfortunately, this door couldn't be opened without a keycard.

He got up and opened the door, allowing the hunter to enter. The thing looked at him, chittered randomly and went to rest by the bedroom door. He walked to it, petted its head lightly and went back to bed, silently wishing that the dream would not return.

He dumped the robe to the floor and drew the sheets over himself, drifting off to sleep the very second he closed his eyes. He hadn't slept for several days, so he needed rest. Well, he was not human... but his body still needed it. Or maybe it was his mind... It had the tendency to shut down if he stayed awake for too long.

Unfortunately, his mind wasn't tired right now. And he was out of luck as well... because the minute he fell asleep, the dream came back.

A blond man, two years younger than he was. A man whose face he couldn't remember when he was awake, even though the face was very clear in these dreams...

Always wearing a lab coat, and always looking like he hadn't slept in a week. Always smiling in a certain way when wrapping his arms around the older man, strange fire burning in his light blue eyes.

...William Birkin...

He woke up all of the sudden and blinked. Once again, the touch lingered on his skin, making him feel uncomfortable. The feeling was just... not right. It made him weak, and he sure as hell didn't want to feel that. He buried his face into his hands, waiting until he finally got rid of the haunting feeling.

At least the sounds were there now. He listened to them for a while; the hunter's quiet breathing, and the sound made by Jake when he was reading something. Then he sighed and drew the sheets over his head.

Damn with you, William. Leave me alone. I can't remember anything. I don't want to remember...

And yet, somewhere deep inside, he prayed that he'd remember whatever was the reason for those damned dreams...

He could not remember, so he simply took a comfortable position and let himself fall asleep again, wishing that the dream would not return.

It didn't. Instead, there was another... A dream about Chris. But he didn't like this particular dream... It was always the same, and it always made him uncomfortable.

He, still human, in a dark forest. There was light mist all around... He could hear the quiet sound the hunters made... and then silence. Then the screams of the S.T.A.R.S. team members... Not that he cared about them. But he would walk around, and then... he would find Chris, lying on the ground, blood all over him...

Chris... So weak and helpless, his eyes pleading, whispering the name of his captain when he saw him... Such a lovely sight...

But he wasn't the one who had hurt the man. It was the hunters. The damn hunters that would not listen to him... Then they would come and attack, and Chris, still badly hurt, would try to protect him. He didn't need it. He wasn't weak... And he didn't want the other man to die that way. He wanted to kill him himself.

And then Barry would show up and aim a Magnum at his head, claiming that he was killing Chris. He told him that was not true - why would he want to kill Chris? But Barry would remind him that he knew all about his plans...

Damn dream. He hated it. He hated that cursed forest and the mist. He wanted to kill Chris... But no... He could never do it. So easy... The dark-haired man being hurt and clueless about his true intentions...

And then Barry would pull the trigger.

He woke up, cursing aloud. This was enough. No more nightmares. He was ready to knock himself out, if it just would spare him from those damn dreams.

He got up and went to take a quick shower, not caring if it would disturb someone in the building. They all worked for him anyway.

After drying himself, he walked to the door, giving the hunter a mental command to either come inside or stay outside. He was going to close the door. For some reason, Jake's presence bothered him... and at the same time, he hoped the man would come sit in the bedroom, so he wouldn't be alone there...

The creature moved lazily inside the room, and he petted it, somehow pleased that it had chosen to keep him company. He watched the hunter lie down next to the bed, and then returned to the bed, knowing that he wouldn't sleep tonight.

It didn't matter. His body would get the rest this way, too. He closed his eyes, only to have the image of the dark-haired man return...

The young gunman was holding a shotgun, but as he went closer, Chris simply dropped it, his hands shaking as he stared back at the one walking to him...

He owned the former S.T.A.R.S. member so perfectly that he had to laugh.

You are an obsessed son of a bitch, Albert Wesker, he told himself as he traced his fingers down the lizard-like beast's shoulder, opening his eyes and staring at the ceiling.

Then he closed his eyes again.

...Mine...

Author's notes:

I originally wrote this in parts in my LJ as random snippets. Cleaned it a bit and wrote some more, and that's it. Yes I know it's somewhat weird, but I just told you it was originally just a few snippets.

- Elmina (February, 2003)