Before stepping into the following story, it should be noted that this story is not meant to tie into the Resident Evil canon, but it rather branches off the main mythology and follows its own dark path. The story takes place after the events of the first game and before the events of the second and third game. Keep in mind that the following story takes place in an "alternate reality," an "Elseworld" if you will -- where supernatural forces exist. Keep an open mind when reading the following story and remember that the story is not meant to follow the mythology of the series. Mature readers only, as the story contains violence and harsh language. Please R&R
Her name was Salina Dawson,a hard working single mother who lived out her present days as a street-walker, just wandering the streets of Raccoon City, going about an simply trying to earn a buck by giving someone a good romp. Things were not always so dismal for the twenty-four year old blond, she once had a home in the beautiful side of the city and she once had enough money to keep her family and home in shape. However with the loss of a husband earlier in the year, the once sweet taste of life had become bitter.
So Salina had turned to street-walking, and it was something she had been doing for more then a few months and she was still having a hard time getting used to the risky business: the late hours, and the mysterious men which she met. Her daughters would often be asleep by the time Salina had gotten to her little run-down apartment, and Salina could always tell that her daughters had cried themselves to sleep by the dried tears in their eyes. This was a job that Salina had for them, just to keep a roof—no matter how dilapidated—over their heads. She also had a day job, ironically enough it was with the local police, a desk job filing case files of detectives.
The most recent case load had actually brought in quite a few hours of work, which equaled much more money. The case involved a group of about ten people who killed innocent people and apparently ate parts of them. They were cannibal murderers, or so the papers and local law called them. Hollywood had a different name for what those killers were.
It was quite an interesting time in Salina's life, though the time had passed, more then a few good officers had died earlier in the year trying to investigate an odd mansion located on the outskirts of the city. Surviving officers had been suspended, and one had even quit her job.
Yet, the matters of others did not concern Salina as she rounded a corner heading into a dark alley; wearing nothing more then a short and skimpy red leather skirt, fish nets with more then a few tears, tall black boots, and a small black leather jacket covering a white halter top. Salina moved quickly, but yet quietly through the back alley, her boots and the squeaks of a few rats seemed to be the only noise echoing.
Dark thoughts ran through the weak mind of Salina Dawson at that moment, she could not help but have her corrupted mind think up terrible situations for herself while walking through the dark alley, Lord only knew what moved within the forever abyss of darkness.
Just then something moved, a glass beer bottle slid into Salina's view, she froze and looked at the bottle as it came to a gentle stop at her boots. Salina quickly looked up from the floor and saw a silhouette standing before her, "Excuse me," said a male with a low voice, the silhouette took a step forward, "but are you available this beautiful evening?" he asked, Salina could see that the man had looked up into the sky, and she did the same, looking up at a full moon. She swallowed her saliva and looked back down at the man, who had finally come into view thanks to the moonlight.
He was a tall man with slick black hair, his eyes seemed to sparkle a beautiful gem green, and there was something about the smile on his face which seemed to be so innocent and warm. Salina dropped her guard a bit, "You mean... yeah I'm available." she said, nearly stumbling on her words. The man took another step forward to reveal he wore a long black trench coat which seemed to be so long it hugged the cold and moist concrete below. Salina swallowed her saliva once more, "Sixty, just for touching... but if you want to get inside... the price triples."
The man smiled and reached into his pocket, he pulled out two hundred dollar bills and smiled, "I'm afraid this is all I have... but you may keep the change if you desire." he moved forward and extended his hand to Salina, who hesitated at first, but then took the money and tucked it away inside her jacket. The man extended out his hand and Salina took it, he gently walked over to a small darkened corner and placed Salina on the wall, and now she looked up into his eyes with her back against the wall, and she found herself suddenly so drawn to the man, as if in a small trance. He leaned inward and kissed her on the lips so beautifully, when their lips met, Salina had not remembered the last time that she had felt so good.
He slowly pulled back, "My dear, I know you have a heavy heart, I was able to feel it once we kissed." he said calmly, Salina blushed and he smiled back at her, "But fear not," he continued moving in and kissing her again once more, and then moving down her face and to her neck. He spoke more softly now, "Where you have pain, I will give you pleasure."
Salina closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath. The man licked the left side of her neck, gently stroking her vein with his soft and wet tongue. Salina felt him nibble on her neck, and she gave off a small giggle, yet the gentle and playful nibble suddenly turned into a painful sting, a burning sensation which filled her body. The man had bit her with sharp teeth, Salina pushed the man back with all her might, and in doing so caused him to tear off a large portion of her flesh with his teeth. Salina quickly grabbed her neck as she felt blood squirt out of her neck, she applied pressure and stumped onto the floor. She tried to scream, but could not find herself to do so. The man stood in darkness, once again all Salina could see of him was a dark and tall silhouette, then he stepped forward with blood covering his mouth. The man smirked and opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of razor sharp teeth. He let out an inhuman screech and lunged forward at Salina—the woman who could only let out a small and weakened shriek before she was suddenly cut off...