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Progenitor woman (part 2) - Albert Wesker x reader

Pairing: Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: kidnapping, experimentation

Disclaimer: I’m french and even though I've been learning English for ten years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

Part 1

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DAY 8 (2/2)

Albert was running his fingers across his desk as he read, for the tenth time, the tests on your blood. He knew he would have no choice but to have tests done, whether you consented or not. In reality, he didn't care. In his entire career as a virologist, he had never bothered for consent. Only, if the person agreed willingly, it made the experiments less terrifying for the subject. He thought of all the things you could be subjected to... First, he had to make sure your body would accept pure T-virus antibodies from Jill, his much needed puppet. He refused to kill the person who could possibly be his equal by directly injecting you with the Uroboros virus. Maybe the Progenitor was running through your veins, but that didn't mean you could control the virus...

For a few minutes he had been talking to Alex, who was locked up in a laboratory, in a place he wasn’t allowed to know. His sister, by project , also proved to be secret to him, but at this moment, it didn’t matter to him.

"Are you kidding me, Alex? The only people alive on this earth who have benefited from the Progenitor virus are just you and me."

"Old Spencer could very well have had children or grandchildren that he injected with the virus? And for some reason, he thought it didn't take and forgot about the project..." she huffed, almost annoyed.

This didn’t escape Albert, one of his eyebrows rose, before he moistened his lips. Here was something interesting, that he had to dig.

"He didn't give up on the Wesker children project. Then he wouldn't have given up on this one."

Wesker paused and clicked his tongue against his palate:

"Tell me, does a guy named Charles Dubois mean anything to you?"

Wesker's accent was so impeccable, even a French speaker would have barely detected it. His extreme intelligence had enabled him to master many languages, including Molière’s one. When Albert wasn't permanently in a laboratory or at a professional meeting, he liked to enrich his culture, to demonstrate his intellectual superiority on every conceivable level.

"Alex? My dear sister, would you try to hide something from me?" he said, in an amused tone.

The woman at the other end of the line was probably clenching her fist and dreaming of throwing it to the other Wesker's jaw. He discerned a tiny sigh of annoyance, which accentuated his smile. He imagined her ranting at all his questions, but at least he was taking her on the right path. The path of the truth, that he sensed for several minutes, but that he had to verify at all costs. Or at least make the other virologist spill the beans. Even if it revived past pain for her, Albert didn't care. It didn't matter what the means were, all that mattered was achieving his goals.

"Do you remember the two years I spent in France? Well no, you don't remember, it was right before we met, in 1988."

"Mmmh... So what?"

Oh but of course, my dear... I've heard rumors about you! he thought.

"I met a man like us, a German scientist. Very charming. I liked him very much and got pregnant."

Plain and simple. Precise. Albert didn’t feel the urge to laugh. Instead, he felt pity for her, because all these years, these rumors that were going around Umbrella were not lies.

"For a scientist, it looks like you underestimated your female body. This child, is it that young woman?"

"It's quite possible. During my pregnancy, I learned that the biological father had a wife and was using me for his own research. When I gave birth, I got rid of the baby, a girl, and gave her to a family, asking them to drop her somewhere. I paid them enough to leave her in the wild," she said, extremely coldly.

Wesker massaged his eyes at this admission, which was colder than he had anticipated. In general, everything related to pregnancies, to babies, made people more sensitive, developed their feelings. Yet, Alex seemed to want nothing to do with her own child, her flesh and blood. No, instead, she preferred to leave her daughter with Albert, so he could use her as an experimental subject. And what if he got a girl pregnant? What would he do? No doubt he would have taken the child back to raise it, according to his principles, and make it a great virologist like him, an heir to whom he could bequeath the new world he was preparing.

"You're much crueler than I am. It looks like they didn't obey. Instead, they adopted her... How could you not think of that? The fact that someone was walking around in the wild with this virus in its veins?"

"My dear brother, you are without a womb and until proven otherwise, you have not a word to say. There is nothing dangerous in her blood as much as I know, so it's not my problem."

But it is becoming mine... Wesker mused.

DAY 11

"So, if I understand correctly, I'm your niece by... Adoption? Don't you think that's twisted, Wesker ?" you threw out, emphasizing his name as if it made you nauseous.

"That's right. We all have our little secrets, don't we? Did you think you could slip through the net by hiding the fact you were adopted?"

"You don't answer one question with another, it's rude."

"Oh, I'm the ill-mannered one? Says the one who refuses to touch food cooked by great chefs, and who would rather starve herself."

It had been several days since you hardly touched the plates the guards dropped in your room, on the doorstep, before always making sure they locked it behind them. The sight of the food, as delicious as it was appetizing, nearly made you drool every time, but the fear had greatly reduced your appetite. As a bonus, you hoped it would attract someone's attention, especially Wesker, to have a tlak. It had been three days since he disappeared and he had returned, probably after hearing you were hardly eating. Why did you want his attention? It was simple... you wanted him to understand that you didn't want to comply to his rules.

"I won't hesitate to stuff you like a goose, if that's what it takes to keep you alive, to not be late on my schedule." he added before sticking your fork into your pasta bolognese.

He'll do anything. He's crazy! your conscience screamed. You suppressed a shiver of terror and winced instead. You wanted so badly to wave your middle finger in the air and tell him to go fuck himself, but fear held you back, a pit in your stomach.

You smelled the delicious aroma of the dish, which reinforced the rumbling in your stomach, the pain that besieged it. Facing the noises, a thin smile stretched Wesker's lips, a sign that he was still laughing at your situation. Then, as if to a child, he raised the fork in the air, to the edge of your lips.

"Eat."

You locked your gaze in his, in defiance.

"I won't repeat myself a third time. Eat." he insisted, in a voice that sounded like thunder. He frightened you, but you couldn't help but provoke him, it was stronger than you. Despite your weakness, you hated to comply to other people's rules, especially when you felt the situation was unfair.

Suddenly, his leather-gloved hands grabbed your chin and squeezed it from both sides, so much; a pain began to dig into your cheeks.

"Open your mouth."

All I need is for him to stick his cock in my mouth and we'd be the actors in a bad porno... Wait... What? But I’m thinking about something like this?!

You didn't understand what was happening to you, so a glint of surprise in your eyes betrayed you and by mistake your lips parted. Wesker saw the opportunity to force his way through your lips and slip the tomato pasta and a piece of meat onto your tongue. In obedience, not to the virologist, but to your stomach, you picked up the food and chewed it under his calculating gaze. He was scrutinizing you as he would with a bacteria under his microscope. His smile stretched for a second. In spite of his sunglasses, you guessed your choice pleased him, not because you were feeding, but because you were submitting to him. In a very short time, you understood that he was power-hungry. By the way, he liked to show he was better than the others, humiliating them as he had just done with you.

"You can see when you want to, dearheart."

Fuck you! you almost screamed at him.

"Eat the leftovers."

He handed you the plate that you requisitioned before eating, while he turned his back to you to take a look at your desk, on which were scattered numerous sketches. Portraits of your family members, whose faces you knew by heart. Albert had no problem recognizing the time when he saw it, like at that moment.

"Intelligent and cultured... It sounds like you and I have more in common than you think." he remarked, in an indescribable voice.

As you cut your spaghetti, a sacrilege for Italians, but you refused to bow and make a fool of yourself in front of him again, you observed your knife. Of course, they provided you with those you can find in canteens, with which you only cut some food, but which wouldn’t kill. At least, it required a lot of strength and speed. If you stuck it in his neck with enough speed, and force, maybe... Yes, you thought of eliminating Wesker, your heart was full of anger.

"Why did you leave me a knife?"

"Because even if you tried, you couldn't manage to kill me. No one could. It would take a lot more than that."

His answer sounded like a warning. A warning that told you to be quiet, not to take it out on him, because he would make you pay twice. Then, said like this, he was rising himself in the ranks of supernatural creatures. Was he still human, or was this just an illusion he was using to make himself seem less scary?

Of course he’s human! Monsters don't exist!

However, that was where you were wrong. Monsters really did exist and you had one right under your nose.

"Be ready. I have a surprise in store for you tomorrow, dearheart."

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Hey! I hope you liked this second part! Honestly, I don't know how many I'll write. But keep in mind it's a short fanfic, so I don't think there will be more than ten parts.

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