Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, I don't own any vampires, and I
don't own a good working Air Conditioner. -_- Enjoy your read ragazza's and
ragazzo's.
WARNING: I suck at writing....this story is only on the net because a few
friends were curious about my it.
Jill was running through the dank halls of the mansion, stumbling quite a bit with every step. Adrenaline washed over her as she tried to remember what was happening. She felt as if she had amnesia. Her brain tried hard to rack up the memory of how she arrived in this creepy place.
"Idiot...you ran here for cover from the dogs! Remember?" she thought to herself in anger.
No. But that can't be right though. That happened ages ago! Well maybe not ages, but certainly not just this night.
"Gaaaar!"
Jill listened as the Tyrant that had been chasing her bellowed out in hunger. Somehow it didn't seem as fast as before...."What before?! At the last mansion. Then how did I get here now?! Dogs chased you in remember Barry, Wesker, you...running?. No! Yes! Deja vu from hell", Jill's mind continued to argue with itself as she pumped her legs faster, desperate to keep out of the Tyrant's bloody grasp.
"Damn", Jill cringed as she felt her feet weaken in pain.
Jill gave up and fell over hopelessly and watched as the hideous beast closed in on her weak self.
The Tyrant's clawed fist reached out for Jill, but was cut short as a large chunk of concrete flew past her and at Tyrant. Amazingly the monster of a thing fell over dead...too easy to be real though..
Jill felt someone tug at her arms and pull her to her feet and into their arms so that her cheek was pressed to their hard chest.
Curiously, Jill let her gaze wonder up to see a gray-eyed man smile coyly and calmly down at her sweat stricken face. A strand of his wavy blonde hair fell across his beautiful face as he spoke, "Now what could you be doing here?" he said in somewhat of a taunting tone.
"I....I..", Jill spoke weakly as it dawned on her. She was speaking too...
"Lestat! Let her go vampire!"
Jill swung around (still a bit jumpy) and caught sight of her good friend...Chris Redfield. His face was contracted in fury as he glared up at Lestat, not once glancing down at her.
"What the...." Jill mumbled.
Lestat hugged Jill closer and smirked his devilishly smile at Chris's beat red face. Making matters complicated (as if they weren't already) Lestat bent down slowly and let his cold stone-like lips trail down Jill's neck.
Chris let out a sort of grunt like a cave man as he pushed his way towards the other two and foolishly flung his arm at Lestat, who merely let out a cold laugh as the attack had no affect.
Chris continued to punch at Lestat, and while this happened Jill felt herself pulled and forcefully thrown to the ground. It was hard for her to follow since her vision of this scene was quite surreal to the eye. Everything began to dissolve like a television being turned off in slow- motion until all that was left was Jill's frantic thoughts.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Surreal To The Eye ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jill opened her eyes to a more realistic scene and took in the view of her bedroom. Still shaking, she looked to her right and saw that she had fallen out of her bed...quite normal actually. Nothing about this surprised Jill since she had long ago discovered that her imagination loved dearly to play her like this.
Shaking her head, Jill struggled to free herself from the blanket wrapped tightly around her and stood up off the ground and laughed slightly at her odd dream, "Too much reading....Lestat....weird...."
Jill pulled on a pair of jean shorts and a snug white T-shirt in quick timing. While dressing a ring filled the room. (because a phone always goes off after waking up)
The ringing ceased as Jill snatched up the receiver, "Hello?"
"Hey Jill...it's me", a much deeper voice said on the other line.
"Chris! Hey! What's up?" Jill smiled to herself.
Ever since the incident in Raccoon City, Chris and her were practically hip- to-hip everyday. Sharing stories, secrets, thoughts, and other goodies of the mind. Of course there were other people Jill hung out with. Like Claire for example...but mainly just Chris.
"Well, Leon's cousin is getting married in a week", Chris answered.
"Really? Which cousin? The weirdo, the gay, or the weirdo?"
Jill wasn't really fond of Leon's relatives after a certain incident with a drunken cousin of his.
"Uh...Remember the guy that hit on you? Well that's the one getting married", Chris chuckled lightly.
"I see", Jill said in a darker tone.
"Yeah...Leon asked me to call you and see if you want to go to the wedding with us..", Chris mumbled knowing he'd just pushed the wrong button with Jill.
"Who's all going?" Jill asked breaking the almost awkward silence that had followed.
"Claire, Me, Leon, and maybe you if you think you can behave."
"Well if your, I mean...if you and the others are going, then I guess I could tag along", Jill said, secretly thanking God that Chris couldn't see her blush.
"Good! I'll tell Leon to go over to your place and give you all the info."
"Alright, thanks."
"Uh...I'll just be going now, Claire just arrived with a bit of teetering of moods", Chris said a bit dryly.
"Ha! Ok, I'll let you go then. Bye."
"Later."
Jill hung up and smiled to herself, "Another day..another fight between the Redfield siblings."
**End of Chapter Note**
Aran: Ok...first of all. YOU KNEW THAT I WAS GOING TO PUT LESTAT IN HERE SOMEWHERE! HAHAHA! ^_^' whoops...got carried away. Anyways, plz R&R. But don't be rude! :p There's a difference between flaming and suggesting. Adios and stay tuned for the next chapter. ^___^ I always wanted to say that....
Jill was running through the dank halls of the mansion, stumbling quite a bit with every step. Adrenaline washed over her as she tried to remember what was happening. She felt as if she had amnesia. Her brain tried hard to rack up the memory of how she arrived in this creepy place.
"Idiot...you ran here for cover from the dogs! Remember?" she thought to herself in anger.
No. But that can't be right though. That happened ages ago! Well maybe not ages, but certainly not just this night.
"Gaaaar!"
Jill listened as the Tyrant that had been chasing her bellowed out in hunger. Somehow it didn't seem as fast as before...."What before?! At the last mansion. Then how did I get here now?! Dogs chased you in remember Barry, Wesker, you...running?. No! Yes! Deja vu from hell", Jill's mind continued to argue with itself as she pumped her legs faster, desperate to keep out of the Tyrant's bloody grasp.
"Damn", Jill cringed as she felt her feet weaken in pain.
Jill gave up and fell over hopelessly and watched as the hideous beast closed in on her weak self.
The Tyrant's clawed fist reached out for Jill, but was cut short as a large chunk of concrete flew past her and at Tyrant. Amazingly the monster of a thing fell over dead...too easy to be real though..
Jill felt someone tug at her arms and pull her to her feet and into their arms so that her cheek was pressed to their hard chest.
Curiously, Jill let her gaze wonder up to see a gray-eyed man smile coyly and calmly down at her sweat stricken face. A strand of his wavy blonde hair fell across his beautiful face as he spoke, "Now what could you be doing here?" he said in somewhat of a taunting tone.
"I....I..", Jill spoke weakly as it dawned on her. She was speaking too...
"Lestat! Let her go vampire!"
Jill swung around (still a bit jumpy) and caught sight of her good friend...Chris Redfield. His face was contracted in fury as he glared up at Lestat, not once glancing down at her.
"What the...." Jill mumbled.
Lestat hugged Jill closer and smirked his devilishly smile at Chris's beat red face. Making matters complicated (as if they weren't already) Lestat bent down slowly and let his cold stone-like lips trail down Jill's neck.
Chris let out a sort of grunt like a cave man as he pushed his way towards the other two and foolishly flung his arm at Lestat, who merely let out a cold laugh as the attack had no affect.
Chris continued to punch at Lestat, and while this happened Jill felt herself pulled and forcefully thrown to the ground. It was hard for her to follow since her vision of this scene was quite surreal to the eye. Everything began to dissolve like a television being turned off in slow- motion until all that was left was Jill's frantic thoughts.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Surreal To The Eye ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jill opened her eyes to a more realistic scene and took in the view of her bedroom. Still shaking, she looked to her right and saw that she had fallen out of her bed...quite normal actually. Nothing about this surprised Jill since she had long ago discovered that her imagination loved dearly to play her like this.
Shaking her head, Jill struggled to free herself from the blanket wrapped tightly around her and stood up off the ground and laughed slightly at her odd dream, "Too much reading....Lestat....weird...."
Jill pulled on a pair of jean shorts and a snug white T-shirt in quick timing. While dressing a ring filled the room. (because a phone always goes off after waking up)
The ringing ceased as Jill snatched up the receiver, "Hello?"
"Hey Jill...it's me", a much deeper voice said on the other line.
"Chris! Hey! What's up?" Jill smiled to herself.
Ever since the incident in Raccoon City, Chris and her were practically hip- to-hip everyday. Sharing stories, secrets, thoughts, and other goodies of the mind. Of course there were other people Jill hung out with. Like Claire for example...but mainly just Chris.
"Well, Leon's cousin is getting married in a week", Chris answered.
"Really? Which cousin? The weirdo, the gay, or the weirdo?"
Jill wasn't really fond of Leon's relatives after a certain incident with a drunken cousin of his.
"Uh...Remember the guy that hit on you? Well that's the one getting married", Chris chuckled lightly.
"I see", Jill said in a darker tone.
"Yeah...Leon asked me to call you and see if you want to go to the wedding with us..", Chris mumbled knowing he'd just pushed the wrong button with Jill.
"Who's all going?" Jill asked breaking the almost awkward silence that had followed.
"Claire, Me, Leon, and maybe you if you think you can behave."
"Well if your, I mean...if you and the others are going, then I guess I could tag along", Jill said, secretly thanking God that Chris couldn't see her blush.
"Good! I'll tell Leon to go over to your place and give you all the info."
"Alright, thanks."
"Uh...I'll just be going now, Claire just arrived with a bit of teetering of moods", Chris said a bit dryly.
"Ha! Ok, I'll let you go then. Bye."
"Later."
Jill hung up and smiled to herself, "Another day..another fight between the Redfield siblings."
**End of Chapter Note**
Aran: Ok...first of all. YOU KNEW THAT I WAS GOING TO PUT LESTAT IN HERE SOMEWHERE! HAHAHA! ^_^' whoops...got carried away. Anyways, plz R&R. But don't be rude! :p There's a difference between flaming and suggesting. Adios and stay tuned for the next chapter. ^___^ I always wanted to say that....