The sun shined brilliantly, gracing everything it touched with an orange hue.

Few people walked outside during this time of day, understandably, Paris was a city of

romance, fashion and beauty. The world never stopped moving, neither did its people.

Jessica continued to sip on her glass of iced tea, flipping her chocolate colored hair past her

shoulder as she alternated from reading her book to watching the scenery outside her window.

It was a beautiful day, she regretted having stayed inside all afternoon, but she knew that there

would be many more days like this that she could embrace.

'I should really go for a walk, maybe buy a new dress? No…' Jessica had nearly everything a

woman could ask for, money, beauty, a studio apartment in France…but she was missing

something. She had all the materialistic desires a woman could ever ask for, except what

mattered the most. 'Chris…'

She couldn't believe that she still missed that dense, workaholic bull of a man.

But he was unlike any man she had ever laid eyes on, pure at heart.

Lovers from her past only cared about one thing. And the truly genuine ones that she did manage

to catch she never stayed with for too long.

Thinking back on her former partner also brought back memories of a certain Italian…

Parker Luciani.

Jessica wondered how he was doing, considering that she shot him in the leg.

Parker was something else, kind, loyal, dedicated….everything she was not.

No, she was vain, greedy even, and would throw anyone under the bus if it meant saving herself.

She envied that Jill Valentine for being the ideal woman, the perfect agent.

Why did Jill get to have Chris all to herself? She didn't even see the way he looked at her, talked

to her, fawned over her…She was so blind, so incredibly ignorant.

Jessica hated that woman, so much…

The brunette now felt some strange feeling inside, she felt empty, shell-like.

She had everything yet nothing, and it would be an endless effort to obtain the unattainable…

A dog's barking suddenly broke her from her thoughts, causing her to jump.

Snapping her head to look outside her window, she saw a shaggy dog run towards its owner.

'Damn mutt..' Jessica furrowed her brows in agitation.

It only brought back memories of Valkoinen Mokki, the wolves that never stopped hunting…

She remembered those hell hounds all too well, the red eyes, the unnaturally sharp teeth, their

ribs protruding from their torsos-It was something that not even Bram Stoker could've created.

It was freezing those three hours she and Chris had trekked in Finland, she shivered at the

memory. Thinking back on it, she now realized that it probably was a mistake to wear high

heeled boots on their mission. But it was an effort to catch Chris' eye. Everything she did was for

him. She smiled sadly at the memory, knowing that she pined for Chris in futility.

'Jill is one lucky lady, she better wake up one day and see you for what you are…'

Jessica sipped on her tea once more, breathing a sigh as her thirst was quenched.

'Has it really been two years since then…?'

A knock on her door piqued her interest, setting her glass down before standing.

'Strange, I don't know anyone in the neighborhood, except for that sad excuse of an old man..'

Maybe it was a secret admirer?

"Hang on, I'm coming!" Jessica fluffed her hair a bit, fixing the sash on her lavender dress.

Upon opening the door revealed a familiar face, her smile faltered a bit.

"Oh, it's you. Come on in, I have nothing better to do…" she sighed in boredom.

"I'm surprised you're here, after all that's happened. You want something to drink? No? Hmph,

you're easy." Jessica poured herself a fresh glass of tea before sitting down on the couch, the

visitor standing in front of her stiffly.

"Sit down, why don't you? Looking at you stand like that is…freaking me out. We're in Paris,

for God's sake, Relax." Jessica laughed, taking a sip of her drink.

The man in front of her brought out a handgun and pointed at her, aiming for a headshot.

"H-hey, come on!" the brunette held her hands up, dropping the glass.

"This is a joke, right? I thought we were past this." Jessica smiled nervously.

The gun cocked with a sharp click, making her heart beat faster and causing her to sweat.

Time seemed to stand still, the only movement she felt was her increasing heart rate.

The gun had a silencer. it would be a quick and soundless kill…

The man had come prepared, murder was the one thought on his mind, this she knew.

What she didn't know was the strong, unbridled intent he possessed.

"You don't have to do this, I know you…I know that-"

"Shut up!"

Jessica's breath hitched and she cowered under his intense gaze.

Those eyes, those eyes that she saw every day and came to know so well had now changed…

Why was he doing this? Why did he come after her?

What changed him…?

The gun was gripped tighter in the hand that wrapped around its black body.

'I can't die, I can't! I'm not ready…there's still so much I-'

A scream erupted throughout the apartment, only to be silenced.

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Ohh poor Jessica…

Ah who am I kidding, I never liked her.

This is the surprise I was telling you all about-I'm writing a series!

I don't know if Revelations will ever get a sequel, which would be a real shame, so I decided to

write this series as my own spin on what a sequel might be like-with my own twists.

I'd like to write this as more of a crime/drama/romance type story, but it might come off as

cheesy or cliché-I guess we'll just have to see where it goes.

This is only the prologue, and it's not giving away very much, sorry!

I didn't want to explain who this 'visitor' is and what dialogue they shared, not yet.

I'll see if I can't try to write the first chapter tonight and post it up, we'll see~

Lin