The Monstrous Guest
NOTE.
This fiction is based on a flight of fancy concept - a fictional character in our world.
If this is not a plot that you find particularly appealing then please, please go back and find another story rather than complaining.
To everyone else, on with the show and I hope you enjoy this little bit of fun. Yes, I do live in Canada and yes I do have a cottage up north. No I do not live in an igloo… although I do enjoy the taste of deer meat.
I respond to all my reviews, unless of course those reviews are written by jackasses.
Author's Note: Wesker seems like he would be an asshole to be around. He's arrogant and manipulative, has no problem with hitting a woman, he is about as trustworthy as a hungry alligator and he is, undoubtedly, an insane megalomaniac sociopath. So I'm not going to write him with rose glasses. He is a dick.
Spoiler: Resident Evil, full spoilers.
Warnings: Violence, coarse language, gore, sexual content, disturbing imagery, adult concepts and content that some readers may find offensive.
Chapter 1.
Cold.
It was late November and the weather in northern Alberta was hellish. A blizzard had swept through the thickly forested mountain base, leaving huge mounds of snow and ice blanketing every tree and little wooden cottage in sight.
Danny's place was no different. Snow was packed against the doors so tightly that it would be nearly impossible to open them without a lot of effort. She was glad that her basement cellars and freezers were stocked with enough food and water to last a family of three for an entire winter. Most of it was emergency stuff as old and freezer-burned as the hills, in case anyone got stuck one season, but it was good enough.
Having a fully stocked freezer was a common practice for anyone wintering in northern Alberta.
Right now she was alone at the cottage, taking a year sabbatical between high school and university. Even if there wasn't a raging blizzard she wasn't planning on going anywhere. Danny planned to stay up at the lodge for the winter where she could have some time alone to write and draw in peace. Her old blue truck was safely stowed away in the garage and the nearest town was an hour's drive, give or take depending on the weather.
The central heating fluctuated and Danny often had to turn one of the small electric heaters she had in order to keep the room warm. The second floor heaters didn't have nearly as many problems as the main floor and she was glad her bedroom was up there.
Danny was sitting on the couch in her purple kitten pajamas, playing on her game-cube –the only system at her cottage since the 360 got the red ring of death- as there was no cable and the satellite television worked intermittently. She was waiting for water to boil in order to make some hot chocolate. When the electric kettle clicked she got up and went to open a packet of chocolaty goodness and then added three shots of Kahlua.
She always debated drinking since it meant she wouldn't be able to use her sleeping aids. At the moment she was so relaxed that the drugs seemed unnecessary.
Danny sipped the contents and went back to the couch.
Then she heard a loud, echoing boom. It rattled the doors and windows.
She frowned at the noise, assuming it was a tree exploding, and drained more of her hot chocolate. She was already feeling a little buzz, it was pleasant.
After a few minutes curiosity got the better of her and Danny walked to the back door and opened the inside panel. She was looking out the glass between her and the snow when she caught sight of something flesh toned and moving in the snow.
In shock her hands fumbled and the mug shattered on the floor. The remainder of the hot chocolate soaked into her slippers. She hurriedly threw on her boots and a thick jacket.
Someone was out there.
The back door was jammed shut and it took a pounding before budging even an inch. Danny was panicking and eventually she cracked the glass but managed to get the door open. Snow and shards of ice spilled inside her home.
Bitingly cold air stung her bare skin and her teeth started to chatter immediately. She could already feel her lips cracking and her eyes trying to freeze shut.
Every step was difficult as the snow was deep and densely packed. She slogged as quickly as possible through the mounds and panted in exertion. Her sweat froze on her brow.
Danny spotted the man ahead, lying face down in the snow and wearing nothing at all. She had ten minutes tops before he got hypothermia, if he was even alive. The sight spurred her into action - not thought, the only thing running through her head was fucking Christ's panties that guy is gonna die. She wasn't really considering the who, where and whens or the fact he was naked.
She approached him without caution and grabbed one muscular arm, more interested in getting him inside than proper protocol. The man was at least a foot taller than her, and he weighed a ton. He was breathing raggedly, which was a good sign, and shivering like a jumping bean. She slung one of his arms over her shoulders and dragged him to his knees. If she weren't fueled by adrenaline this would take a lot longer and when the adrenaline wore off she'd be feeling some aching muscles. Danny started pulling him towards the house but the fact he was dead weight was not helping.
Eventually she managed to get him to the door.
Then Danny screamed in surprise and sudden pain. She grit her teeth, eyes watering as she hurriedly dragged him inside. Agony flared along the skin of her neck.
The second both of her feet were in the cottage Danny dropped the strange man and moved to shut the door. She shed her jacket and could feel warm blood oozing down her chest. Tears of pain spilled down her cheeks without her consent. Her fingers gently searched against her skin and she found puncture marks. There was blood on the stranger's mouth.
He had bitten her.
"Crazy f-f-fucker.!"
His teeth had gone right through the jacket and pajamas like they were nothing and clean into her flesh. The wound was near the junction of her shoulder and neck so every time she swiveled her head it hurt like a son of a bitch.
It wasn't bleeding too badly considering the size of the punctures but the human mouth wasn't sanitary and Danny didn't want a bite-shaped scar. Cursing softly, she pressed a hand to the wound and then started dragging the stranger to the nearest bed. Her parent's room was closest, on the main floor and with the largest bed.
After Danny had made sure the man was alive and in bed she ran into the bathroom. She rifled around in the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a first aid kit. Danny applied a liberal dose of disinfectant then pulled out a gauze pad. She taped it down with medical adhesive and looked over her handiwork with a grimace. Her pajama shirt was still bloody but she didn't have time to change.
She was still worried about the possibly dangerous man in her home. Maybe he had bitten her out of surprise? Fear? Madness? If she had just dragged a crazy man into her home then Danny was in trouble.
Danny hesitantly peeked out from behind the bathroom door. The stranger was unconscious with his face turned to the ceiling, buck naked and with burns and frostbite covering his skin.
The nudity took a backseat to her worry that there would soon be a corpse in her house.
Danny slowly approached the bed and, when she was sure he was unconscious, carefully checked his temperature and pulse. His flesh was freezing cold. Danny covered him with blankets but if he wasn't generating heat then the warmth catching fabric would do no good.
He was no longer shivering, which was actually a bad sign since he hadn't warmed up at all. Later stages of hypothermia must have set in, the blood having retreated to body core. She paced back and forth, not sure what to do. Usually the recommendation to treat this stage was to warm the victim with consistent body heat and slowly raise their core temperature.
He groaned, presumably in pain, and Danny walked up to the bedside. He was a handsome man, blonde with nice symmetrical features and probably in his late thirties. Maybe older. His slimly muscular body was under the blankets and she blushed when the memory of his nakedness flowed to the surface.
He was at least twice her age, she was nineteen, and so Danny pushed those thoughts out of her head and brought out the first aid kit. He was probably married.
Danny went and got a chair. She dabbed disinfectant on the burns on his face and then put down gauze. Once it was covered she moved to his neck, doing much the same thing. She finished with the chest and then Danny was too embarrassed to go down any further even though the burns continued.
Danny put a palm on his forehead.
A hand shot up and grabbed her wrist hard enough to instantly leave a bruise. He was freezing and she yelped loudly in surprise and pain as the cold penetrated her skin.
His deep voice rumbled in his throat, tone threatening "cold."
The warmth of her body was quickly getting drained through the icy grip. How was he alive when his body temperature was so low? Danny shivered and tried to pull her wrist free. He dragged her closer and clung. He was really, really strong and didn't seem to care if she was comfortable or not. In fact, considering the painful position he had pulled her into, she felt more like one more blanket on the pile than a person.
It became obvious that he had no intention of letting go. His nails were digging into her skin and she was afraid of provoking him since he had already taken a chunk out of her neck.
It was a long, nerve-wracking three hours before the grip loosened enough that she could slip out. He felt warmer and was shivering softly again.
The flesh on her wrist was bruised and there were little crescent-shaped bloody marks where his nails broke skin. Now she was freezing cold and shivering.
Danny was breathing heavily and her heart was pounding when she tumbled away from the bed.
The choices of what she could do next were minimal.
The stranger was obviously dangerous but Danny wasn't about to tie up such a heavily injured man. She was tired and stressed and generally frazzled. She got up, got a glass of water, and went back to the seat beside his bed.
Danny sat on the uncomfortable wooden chair, contemplating the predicament and counting the minutes away. She was still in her bloody pajamas.
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