A/N: This is the first time I've ever made a fan fiction…EVER! I do apologize if it's not properly set up or made how you're accustomed to, but I will indeed try my hardest. I love Resident Evil 4 and I plan on doing it justice. This is sort of a what-if after the incidents of Resident Evil 4. I like the character Salazar a lot, if you can't tell by my penname. I always wondered to myself what exactly happened to the castle after he got killed in the game and whose hands it would fall into next. The person I chose I hope to be rather unexpected. A slight warning is, although I have taken Spanish for three years, I might not know enough for it to make much sense. I do apologize!
Please read and enjoy! Comments and critiques are always loved, too!
Resident Evil © Capcom.
The Beginning
"Hey, Shorty! Will ya move it?!" the man shoved the short figure away from him on the crowded and people-infested sidewalk as he vanished into the throng of city dwellers.
"Yea, thanks a lot…"the "Shorty" in question was a young college student. She stood no taller than 4'8" and had pale blond hair that had been expertly cut into a short 'do with overhanging bangs that covered her bright blue eyes. She wiped the incriminating dust off her black shirt where the hurried man had touched her as she vanished into a book store to find a moment's peace from the loud and busy streets of New York City. It was always a relief for the diminutive woman to hide herself amongst a pile of books that let her escape her dull and boring lifestyle. Her current passion was to grab books of foreign countries and read about the cultures and customs of places that she'd probably never visit in her lifetime. Grabbing a book on China and one on Europe off a shelf that was easily accessible to her, she curled up into a corner with the large tomes on her lap.
"Salazar, you gonna buy those books or not?" a slightly chubby man with graying hair and a red face stared at the startled woman through bifocal lenses. The woman narrowed her eyes a bit as she returned the stare through dark sunglasses. She had been visiting this bookstore for at least two years, but the grumpy manager always refused to call her by her first name. Her reply was subtle," Will you please call me Lenore and I'll buy one of these books when I'm through." She watched as the manager finally broke eye contact with her as she resumed devoting attention to the pictures of Beijing and the magnificent Tower of London. Every fiber in her being yearned to be overseas, away to an exotic locale and a culture unlike her own. "Perhaps," she mused, "Perhaps I'll get my wish."
With a light thunk, Lenore placed a book of English castles onto the checkout counter along with a cloth bookmark. The clerk, a young woman with fire-red hair, rung the items up and boredly returned them in a bag to the small Lenore. The silence of the bookstore was quickly replaced by the honking of horns, the distant sound of jackhammers, and the general yelling of angry pedestrians. She easily vanished amongst the tall people as she got shoved left and right until she made it, hair disheveled and glasses askew, to her small studio apartment in downtown Manhattan. Without giving it much thought, Lenore took her keys out of her coat pocket and unlocked the mailbox. She grabbed the usual bills, junk mail, and game magazine as she hurried up the stairs to her third floor apartment. She tossed the stuff into a cushy grey chair in one messy pile as she disappeared into the kitchen to grab a soda. Blue eyes flickered towards the beeping red messages that were on her answering machine. Lenore set the sunglasses aside to press the small button.
"You have…3 messages," the answering machine robotically told her," To listen to the messages please pre-"The woman didn't even let the machine finish as she punched another button down. She took a seat on her stepping stool as she listened to who she had missed while she had been out.
"Lenore!"She chuckled at the voice. Apparently it was her brother, "Where were ya at today?! We were going to go to Jean's for dinner! Did ya forget?!" Lenore sheepishly grinned while she nodded her head. It had slipped her mind. Jean was her mother's friend and almost like an aunt to her. Ever since her and her brother, Tom, were young they had always went to visit Miss Jean every third Wednesday for a home cooked meal. Jean's gonna kill me, Lenore thought as she chewed on her bottom lip.
"If this is the residence of Lenore Salazar, please continue to listen while we tell you of our great offer." It was a stupid machine. It didn't take Lenore anytime before she had already deleted the message. "Ugh, I don't want to hear your 'great offer.' Last time I got a 'great offer,' I about sold my soul to a timeshare," she slurped on her soda as she pressed the button to listen to the final message.
"Necesitamos Lenore Salazar…Tus primo Senor Ramon es muerte.Tu ses la Castellan de Nueve!!"Lenore let the drink in her hand slide far enough to where it had dropped, spilling the dark carbonated beverage all over her shoes and the floor. Who in the hell had gotten her number and what were they talking about?! She hardly knew Spanish, let alone knew someone who fluently spoke it. "Feh," Lenore was trying her best to not act nervous, "Pro'lly a prank caller."
She exited the kitchen feeling a bit jittery as she went to sort through her mail. That would be one sure-fire way to get her to let that odd call disappear into the recesses of her mind. She kicked her small shoes off and sank into her cushy couch. Lenore grinned at the video game magazine that her brother had subscribed her to for her birthday. She'd flip through that later. "Junk, junk, bill, scam…"Lenore's voice trailed off as she looked at the black envelope that was in her hand. In bright red wax on the back was this strange insignia. It seemed like it came from some odd religion or something of that sort. The front of the envelope had no return address, just her name and address in bright red letters. She raised a pale blond eyebrow as she tore through the wax seal on the back. "Ow," she remarked, sucking on her right pointer finger. In her anxiousness to get to the letter on the inside, she had gotten a paper cut. Using her left hand to get the letter out of the envelope, she simply stared in disbelief at what the letter said.
Senorita Salazar,
With the death of your cousin, Ramon, we have searched his family tree to see that you are next in line to be the Ninth Castellan. Our leader has insisted that we bring you back to Spain to allow you to come back to your family's castle. We shall insure you the safest route of travel and escort you to Spain in our own private airplane. Your presence is requested at the airport November 10, 2007 at 12 noon sharp. We expect to see you and there will be no exceptions.
The letter was short, sweet, and to the point. Lenore had trouble believing that her family owned a castle. Hell, she grew up poor. She reclined back in the sofa, a slight smirk on her face as she mused, "I will not leave your 'leader' waiting, whoever you all are." It was very odd that there was no name, no hint at who the person wrote that "they" were. Lenore found it suspicious, but her sense of adventure would not allow her to live the rest of her life without knowing what awaited her back in the Salazar castle in Spain. She casually glanced at the calendar, her eyes about bugging out of her head. The date on the letter said November 10! That was tomorrow. Panicked, Lenore threw the letter to the ground to scour her closet for suitcases and the proper supplies to bring for the trip.
Well, the first chapter's finished. It's a tad bit short, but I don't think it's too bad for the introduction of the main character. I based Lenore off myself, but her attitude will be a little more outspoken than my highly reserved nature. I plan on bringing some characters of Resident Evil 4 back from the dead to progress the story along in future chapters, so don't immediately close your mind off to say that who died in the game, are still dead in this story.
Expect the story to start picking up soon! Please read and review!
Sincerely,
Castellan Salazar
