Hope Never Dies

Summery and comments: Claire is trying to make a life for herself after Raccoon City but Leon pops into her life.

This is my first Fan fiction please be kind

CHAPTER ONE

The rain made a gentle, but constant tapping sound as droplets of water fell against the glass of the skylight. Darkness engulfed the spacious loft, swallowing everything in harsh blackness. Despite the miserable weather the bedroom was stifling hot and I couldn't sleep. I haven't been sleeping much anyway. Not since I escaped Raccoon City with Leon. Since then, nightmares of zombies and other monsters plagued my nights depriving me of sleep

A soft sigh escaped my slightly parted lips as I rolled over onto my right side where my nightstand was. I reached out, picking up the Zippo I lit the candle that was there. The fresh scent of melting candle wax and vanilla surrounded me giving me comfort as well as bathing the room in a soft golden glow. I sluggishly sat up and ran my slender finger through the long, thick, brown waves of sweat damp hair.

I threw off the black silk sheets and swung my legs over the side of the large lonely bed. I stretched out my arms, legs, and back before I stood up and headed to the bathroom where I pulled off the dark red silk nightgown and dropped the garment onto the black tile floor. I stalked over to the shower and turned on the water. I fiddled with the knobs until the water was as hot as I could stand. Once satisfied with the water temperature, I stepped into the shower and closed the glass door.

Steam began to fill the room as I stepped into the spray. I closed my eyes as u felt my hair and body become drenched in liquid warmth. I opened my eyes and picked up the jasmine scented soap. I ran the soap deliberately over my fevered body. Washing my entire body.

As I rinsed off the final time I began to feel better. The tension melted away as every muscle in my body relaxed. When I finished, I turned off the water, opened the glass door, wrapped a nice warm fluffy towel around my body and stepped out.

The floor tiles were cold against my feet; I walked over to the stream-covered mirror. I wiped the cold condensation away with my hand and began to brush out my long brown locks/ my hair always tangled baldy after I washed it which made brushing a bitch. I didn't blow dry my hair because the blow dryer gave me terrible migraines.

Once my hair was tangle free, I walked into my bedroom wearing only a towel. I was going through my undergarments drawer when the intercom buzzed. I frowned having no idea who it could be. I gave no one my address not even my brother Chris. I walked over to the door to the elevator lift, which was in my living room and pressed the button on the intercom. "Yea?" I asked.

"Claire buzz me up will ya? It's me Leon."