Tainted

Summary: A new virus that has been manufactured over in Tokyo, Japan is shipped over to the US, once again threatening a biohazard. When Chris goes on a solo investigation, he finds more than the virus...

Prologue

Dallas, TX

11:47 p.m.

March 19th, 2005

Blood smeared on the walls.

Dead bodies littering the hallways.

A rank stench floating about the seemingly abandoned place.

That was Chris Redfield was seeing and smelling as he ventured inside this slaughter house-like place. He nearly gagged at the overwhelming smell of blood and death. His gun and flashlight were out in front of him, eyes scanning the dark hall. The floorboards creeked underneath his slow, cautious footsteps. His heart beat against his ribcage as he took slow, calming breaths. Reports say that a new virus has been shipped here to an UMBRELLA base in Dallas.

UMBRELLA... reminds me of HIM when he was alive...

Albert Wesker, the dreaded Tyrant that was finally killed by him and his partner, Sheva Alomar, when they were on a mission in Kijuju, Africa. Chris nearly shuddered at the thought of Wesker bonding with the Uroboros, giving him that monstrous look.

That's all he was... a monster.

Chris shook his head of the memory and continued on his way. He had more important things to worry about right now; like trying to find this virus that came from Tokyo. He slowly went down some stairs, the wood creaking under him again. Seeing a door ahead of him, he slowly reached and grabbed the knob. Before he turned it, he heard a noise on the other side, making him freeze and his heart skip a beat. Gulping, he placed his ear near the door.

Growling... snarling...

Chris stepped back, cocking back the hammer on his gun. Taking a deep breath, he reached for the knob again and slowly turned it.

Big mistake.

The door flew open and from the other side pounced a Cereberus, drool dripping from its lips and blood caked teeth bared in a snarl.

"... Oh great. Not you again."

With a bark, the beast charged, fangs ready to taste flesh.

BLAM! BLAM!

Two shots to the forehead ended its undead life. Barrel smoking, Chris sighed in relief and walked by the corpse and through the open door. The smell seemed to die off a little, but the corpses were still numerous. Looking at one, he saw that its throat had been ripped into. What puzzled Chris was that no blood was on the body.

What the...?

Hearing another noise behind him, he whipped around, gun ready to fire... but nothing was there. Chris sighed in annoyance and continued on his way.

Maybe I'm just hearing things. Hope I'm not losing it...

Coming to a huge room, the sight that he saw horrified the brunette.

The room was pitch black, save for the few sparks from broken computers that briefly lit the room. A couple of bodies were hung from the ceiling by wires that drooped from the tiles above. More blood was smeared on the walls as he saw more men in lab coats scattered across the room. One man was even impaled by a piece of twisted metal. More importantly, as Chris slowly stepped into the room, he saw gun shells on the floor. Picking one up, he closely examined it.

"These shells look familiar, but where did I see them before?" he asked himself as he tried to recall the exact memory.

Dropping it, he looked around for any more clues that could lead to who did this ghastly deed. His footsteps sloshed in the fresh blood as he went to the impaled scientist. Looking at him, he saw the same thing that he saw from the earlier corpse: no blood was present! His throat had been savagely torn into as well.

Almost like a vampire. But, there's no such thing.

"What could've done this?" he wondered.

Don't you mean WHO?

Chris's eyes widened in horror and his body started to shake with fright as he heard a hauntingly familiar smug voice.

No... it couldn't be...

The mysterious, yet familiar voice chuckled. It looks like you've seen a ghost, Chris. Then again... you think I am, don't you? You think you're hearing this in your mind.

Chris whipped about, trying to find the source of the voice. "You can't be alive...! You just can't be! Sheva and I-"

Another chuckle. You believe that you and Miss Alomar successfully killed me back in Africa. Well, Chris... you may consider me a spirit... and I've come back to get my revenge!

Chris ran from the room, terror racing through him.

You can't run forever! The statement was followed by that awful laugh that relentlessly haunted Chris's nightmares.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Chris screamed out as he ran back towards the way he came.

Oh Chris... I'll never leave you alone. Not ever.

"STOP IT!"

Suddenly, he fell as he felt a hand wrap around his ankle. Looking back, one of the corpses had come to life, its glazed eyes locked onto the agent. Grabbing his gun, he shot twice point blank into the skull, killing it, before quickly getting to feet and continued running. Coming to another empty room, seeing no door to shut, he dove under a desk and curled up underneath, panting.

All was silent. That voice was gone, but it did nothing to calm the terror Chris was feeling right now.

He couldn't be alive... he just can't! Not only he did go into that volcano, but we shot at him with TWO RPGs. No one could've survived that!

Maybe he shouldn't have went solo for this. He should've had Jill or Sheva with him. His stubborness and recklessness was finally catching up to him, as much as he hated to admit it.

Footsteps...

Chris froze at the sounds, his body shaking again. They sounded really close now. Maybe it was just some zombies, but... they didn't have that shuffling noise to them. They were real human footsteps.

"Oh, Chris... where are you?"

There was that voice again... it sounded very close now than before.

Oh God... he IS alive! He's right in the room!

"Like I said, you can't hide forever. As much I enjoy our little game, it has end sooner or later."

Chris knew that a single loud breath would give him away and that would be it for him. He would be at HIS mercy. Chris's heart nearly stopped as he saw black booted feet pass by the desk. He dared not to breathe as they slowly walked by.

"I know you're in here, Christopher, so you might as well come out."

He tightly shut his eyes, wishing this were only one of his nightmares. Opening them, he saw the feet walking away from his sight. Steeling himself, he slowly peeked from underneath and saw the dreaded silhouette looking around the dark room, searching for his prey.

The figure stopped, a familiar nose hitting his nose. A sadistic smirk curled his lips and as turned towards the desk, Chris quickly ducked back under, hoping HE didn't see him. However, that scent was more than enough for him. Stalking towards the desk, his fingers brushing along the polished desktop.

"... I found you."

It was now or never. With a yell, Chris fired a few rounds at the figure as he made a beeline for the exit. A bullet entered the black cladded man's shoulder as the brunette ran from the room.

"So, you want to play it that way? Fine... have it your way."

Chris ran down the corridor, adrineline rushing through him, driving his will to survive. Just like back then...

Suddenly, he fell through a weak spot in the floor and he plummeted into the darkness below with a scream, which faded out as he disappeared. The figure stopped at the hole in the floor, the smirk still there. He retreated and went down a flight of stairs.

With Chris, he landed with a huge SPLASH! He surfaced, coughing up the water that found its way into his lungs. Treading water, he looked around. Talk about deja vu. The place almost seemed like the guardhouse basement he went to at the Arklay Mansion. He still couldn't figure out why anyone would have a floor filled with water. Seeing a platform ahead of him, he swam over to it. Climbing on, he stayed there on his hands and knees, catching his breath.

"Oh my Chris. You look like a drenched rat."

Gasping, he looked up towards the stairs a few feet from him to see Albert Wesker standing at the top landing, that calculating smirk of his on his face. Chris couldn't believe it, but the blond was right there in the flesh! He truly was alive!

Wesker slowly walked down the stairs, never taking his gaze off the soaked brunette."It's been a long time ever since our last meeting, hasn't it?" he asked.

Chris stood to his feet, his fear already gone. "Not long enough. Why are you still alive!" he snapped back.

Wesker stopped at the bottom of the steps. "The Uroboros regenerated my body, but as time passed, it started to destroy my body from the inside. I had to find an antidote and thankfully, a shipment came through from Tokyo. It was my new creation... and it not only saved me, but made me more powerful than ever," he dug out a small container similar to the one the T-virus was kept in. Within the purple liquid, there was a crimson tint to it.

"What is that?" he asked.

Wesker sighed and shook his head. "It should be obvious. Maybe being in the African heat fried most of your IQ while you were there," he said with a tone of annoyance.

Chris only glared in reply.

"They call it the Kyutetsuki virus. Do you know what it means?" Wesker added.

Chris thought for a moment. His mind almost traveled back to the bloodless corpses he saw earlier. Slowly, the pieces came together as his mind went back and forth between the container in the Tyrant's hand and the bodies. Almost like a vampire...

It finally clicked in his mind...

Wesker saw the shocked look on the brunette for he laughed, showing... pointed teeth! Chris almost fell back into the water as he saw the fangs in the blond's mouth. "That means-"

"Yes, Christopher. Kyutetsuki, in Japanese, means... vampire." Wesker took off his sunglasses, revealing all crimson eyes, and inhaled deeply, taking in an unknown scent. "And your blood... smells excellent," he said with a hiss.

Not wanting to end up like the other guys he saw, Chris ran, but Wesker right behind him. Seeing an exit, Chris went into a full sprint, but his hopes were dashed as Wesker landed in front of it, giving him a hungry look. The blond stalked towards him as the brunette backed away, his heart going a mile a minute.

"I can hear your heart racing, pumping that blood that I've come to love." Wesker licked his lips, his eyes dancing with bloodlust. "I wonder how sweet it will taste on my tongue," he hissed again.

Chris almost shuddered at his tone. His eyes shifted about for another exit. Seeing the stairs, he made a break for them, only for Wesker to block his way again. He was trapped! He suddenly fell backwards as he felt his feet trip over an unknown object. As he landed on his back, Wesker was on him in an instant, fangs bared. Chris tried to punch him off, but both his arms and legs were pinned down, leaving him helpless.

"I had fun with our little game, but... it seems this time around, I win," Wesker chuckled.

With that, he dug his fangs into his neck, the taste of blood coating his tongue. He heard Chris scream underneath as the fangs went deeper into his jugular.

Chris felt his life being sucked away with every drop of blood that Wesker drank in. He wanted to shove him off, but he couldn't. His vision was slowly fading to blackness. He had lost...

He was going to die by Wesker's hand...

I'm sorry, everyone... especially you, Claire.

What seemed like forever, Wesker finally took his fangs out of his neck and licked his blood coated lips. Chris's eyes seemed almost empty as blood continued to seep from the wound. The vampire Tyrant ran his tongue along the wound, earning a shudder and a moan from the brunette, causing him to raise an eyebrow. He straightened up, his legs straddling Chris's hips. He seemed to think for a moment before getting off Chris and scooping him into his arms. Trekking back up the stairs, he found his way out of the building. Getting outside, he looked to the brunette in his arms, who had went unconscious earlier.

"I showed Jill my world. It's time I showed to you as well," he said to him before disappearing into the woods.