Claire Redfield Death Island Novels & Stories

Claire said, looking at the paper she had taken from her purse. ‘Remove with extreme prejudice one Claire Dalton. Use the same tactic you used on the three sleepers. No one will know the outcome of her death, and this death is issued by her cousin Henry Weston. Make it seem like an accidental outcome. She was seen leaving Dynamic Entertainment with Julia Carlson, presumably on a lunch date. UPDATE: Claire and Julia is spotted in Shangri-la Restaurant commence operation. ’ Mr. Steven Trever, CEO Global Entertainment. Claire furrowed her brow in thought.

She realized Claire wore the same earring just yesterday but she didn’t conclude yet for the possibility of coincidence. Claire smirked at her. “Wow, nice observatory skills. I kinda got bored already watching you not coming up with any lead to catch me.” She rolled her eyes on Iris and walked away from her. “I’ve given you all the hints! But I never thought you were this slow! Ahh, I thought I’m going to enjoy this, you disappointed me.” Iris raised an eyebrow. “Try me,” she said firmly. Claire’s lips twitched. “Okay then, first question, what was the cause of their deaths?”

Claire as Elara's childhood best friend? Wasn’t she supposed to be dead?

She went to find Julian. He was in the east sitting room, the one with the two chairs by the window that they had been using as their evening space since the nursery separation. He had a report open in his lap that he was clearly not reading, and he looked up when she came in with the expression he wore when he had been waiting for her and was relieved she was back. "How was it?" he said. "She's alive," Claire said. She sat in her chair. "She faked her death five years ago to make the bloodline trail harder for Mara to follow. It didn't work."

She might have been crying. The next photo was her in his arms, seemingly sobbing into his chest. Why was she clinging to him still? He killed her! Or… he pretended to kill her. I don’t know. Either way, I had a chance to save her the way I hadn’t been able to before. Francium had Claire. I could only hope that this folder had everything I needed to figure it out. “Where is this?” “These photos were taken several days ago,” she said. “At the edge of the Red Moon territory. The information about where they seemed to have been going next is in the folder. I imagine the call you received from her today was taken from their current location or on the road.”

“I woke up alone. I’ll heal the same way.” --- Inside, the waltz ended. Claire walked back in just as the crowd parted. Elodie was glowing, cheeks flushed. Jasper handed her a glass of champagne. He turned—and saw Claire. Their eyes locked. His mouth opened slightly. Surprise. Confusion. Claire didn’t stop. She walked straight to the far end of the room, handed the envelope to a courier, and said clearly, “Deliver this to Alpha Redfern before sunrise. Directly.” The courier nodded, clearly stunned.

So why would I ever trust the people she'd left for me? That was exactly what they wanted. They wanted me to die without ever realizing what was happening and to be cut off from everyone loyal to Mom. Then, when I was gone, taking over the company would be easy. They really had thought of everything, except for one thing—me getting a second chance to live. My second life had ruined their plan. The moment Claire told me she'd escaped the villa through the dog hole, I knew she was lying. That hole had been filled in years ago after the puppy died.

“Stop shaking him or he’ll really die.” Philip, who was performing an emergency rescue, said helplessly when he saw Claire shaking Carter. Probably due to excessive blood loss, Carter passed out. The moment Carter closed his eyes, Claire's body suddenly lit up the whole place. Her eyes turned white, and her body floated in midair. With tears in her eyes, Claire gritted her teeth and said in a sacred and indisputable voice, “Everyone shall die!”

But the hand that the man was still holding was immediately turned and made she feel groan in pain. "Are you sure?" Asked the man back and replied with a nod from Claire's painful face. "Well, if this really is your choice ..." With a flash, he let go of Claire's hand and disappeared into the blink of an eye. Claire also pulled her red wrist and looked at the front which was locked again. There was not a man in front of her anymore and made she sit for a moment on the cold stone block. There was also the sound of the radio playing on the desk of the front police station, which was not very clear but which was definitely related to serial killings.

Clara smiled. "You have risen from the dead and have healed all your wounds. You have no pulse. You do not breathe, and we've been giving you blood so that you can survive. And the last thing you can remember is a tingling in your neck before you died." She clasped her hands together. "I've read your personnel file, Shamira. I know you're not stupid, even if your former bosses thought you were. You can figure this --" "Vampire? You're kidding, right? You have to --"