Note: this story and all other RE stories will be a cross between the movies and the games. I like some of the movie characters (Wesker included) a bit more than the game versions, if you disapprove then I'm sorry but it's my story. Hope you enjoy it and please R&R. :)
It was late. The clock on the screen indicated that it was well past 3am. Albert Wesker sat, staring blankly at the screen, boredom apparent on his face. "Sir, a biological abnormality has been detected within the city," one of the nameless soldiers under his command reported. "Where," Wesker replied, sounding curious and slightly interested. "It appeared in sector 3 sir," the soldier said. Wesker sat pondering this for a moment before he stood from his chair and turned to the soldier. "Let's go find this abnormality," he spoke then walked past the soldier. The elevator ride to the surface was quiet and boring. As the two men walked through the empty streets of the city, Wesker couldn't help but feel as though they were being watched. "Stay sharp," he told the soldier, not that he cared for the man but it would be easier to find and capture the abnormality with two people rather than just himself. "What are you two doing out so late?" A feminine voice asked. Both men turning from side to side, trying to locate the source of the voice. "No one comes out this late anymore," the voice continued. Wesker stopped, putting his arm out to stop the other man. "Will you play with me?" The small voice seemed to tease. Suddenly the soldier screamed as he was attacked. Wesker turned to see a small figure hanging from the man's back and it appeared to be biting at his neck. Before he could act, the figure and the other man vanished into an alleyway. "I'm very sorry about that, it's just I haven't had much to eat since the outbreak started," the voice seemed sincere. Wesker then turned around and saw the same small figure on top of the street lamp. He stepped forward slowly as not to scare the tiny thing away. He caught a glimpse of its eyes, glowing turquoise and staring right at him. He watched as the figure climbed down the pole of the lamp, jump and land right in front of him. A black hazy aura seemed to hang about the creature before him, playing on his curiosity. Slowly it stood up, it's head stopping right below his shoulders. "I'm Luna," it spoke, and it became apparent that it was not an 'it' at all but rather a 'she' and she had been the source of the voice from earlier. "You aren't like your friend, you smell different, you smell much sweeter and tastier," she hissed at the last bit. Wesker's lips twitched at the corner a bit as if he were trying to hide a smirk. Suddenly the small girl was engulfed in a cloud of thick black smoke and then vanished. She reappeared behind Wesker and started to lunge for his neck when he turned and grabbed her by the throat. She hissed and snarled, clawing at his hand and arm, her pointed teeth bared. Growing bored of the situation, Wesker hit the side of her head with the butt of his gun and threw her over his shoulder. When Luna awoke, she was locked in a large glass room and the mysterious man that had hit her was hunched over his keyboard, typing away. She closed her eyes and let the darkness cloak her, hoping it would fool the man into thinking she had escaped. "Are you still hungry?" He asked and she cursed mentally, her weakness was just that. She reappeared and replied, "yes, very". He stood and walked towards the glass, looking in on his catch. To say that she was fair skinned was an understatement, her skin was white, pure white. Her slender face was framed by thick black hair that hung to her thighs. She was dressed in ratty black clothes but the thing that stood out was her eyes. Glowing bright, blueish-green, framed in black that looked like it could have been makeup, and staring right at him. "So what exactly is it that you require. . . For suatainance?" He spoke as he observed her. "Oh maybe a nice ham sandwich and some chips, oh and a Pepsi to go with it all," she said sarcastically. "Is that all?" He asked, the sarcasm clearly wasted on him. She laughed aloud, "I'm a vampire, silly," she giggled. "So human blood then," he replied and started to walk away. "Id like to taste you," she spoke darkly, liking her lips in anticipation. He smelled fantastic, sweet like candy. He stopped dead in his tracks. "You wouldn't like the outcome," he stated and began walking away once more. A small growl escaped her black lips at his words. "I will taste you, even if I have to kill you to do so," she thought to herself. Wesker walked down the hallways until he came to the soldiers quarters. He needed the girl's hunger suppressed if he was going to bring her out of that holding cell to run tests on her. Her uncanny ability to cloak could be useful to him. He also needed to find out what else she could do and he couldn't have her trying to bite his neck if he was going to do so. "I need one volunteer," he spoke after opening the door. The men in the room all looked to one another, knowing that Wesker needing a volunteer would be bad for whoever went. Irritated with the unwillingness of the group he walked forward to a rather large man and ordered him to come with him. As they entered the room, Wesker noticed the girl seemed to have vanished from the cell. He rushed to the computer and scanned the cell for life forms. Sure enough she was still inside and waiting to pounce as soon as he opened the door. "Stand in front of the cell door," Wesker commanded. Hesitantly, the man stepped forward until he was right in front of the door. No sooner than it had opened the tiny girl shot forward, colliding with the man full force and knocking him flat on his back. The man screamed as she tore past the fabric covering his neck and sank her razor sharp teeth into his neck. It was fascinating to watch as the tiny girl overpowered a man more than twice her size. Soon the man lay there twitching as his life blood was drained and consumed. Once she had drained the man she turned her bloodlusted eyes towards Wesker. Her eyes glowed more brightly than before and blood dripped from her mouth. She leapt from where she was crouched onto Wesker's chest, surprising him with how much force she had behind her jump. Luna hissed and shrieked like a wild animal, trying to get to his throat. It was then he realised just how sharp her fingernails really were. Like daggers, they ripped his jacket and down through his skin. It was oddly exciting, her strength and speed were astonishing. If he could get her hunger under control, she could be valuable to him. "I will taste your blood, I need it," she growled as she struggled against him. Wesker sighed, getting annoyed and began using his inhuman strength to bind her arms behind her. She grunted angrily, trying to free her arms. Finally she closed her eyes and the black aura that had been there previously returned. When she opened her eyes and realized just where she was and what she was doing, she blushed a bit. "Forgive me, I ... I can't control in sometimes, it's like having a demon living in your head," Luna said as Wesker continued to restrain her. He slowly released her, noting her apparent change of personality. "What was that?" He asked, sounding angry. She ducked her head a bit and replied, "you see, vampires can survive without feeding but the effects can be detrimental to the psyche, being that food is scarce in the city, it's hard to keep the frenzy at bay. I am by no means a helpless little girl as my appearance would suggest". He stood, listening slightly as she explained but also contemplating the amount of strength he could acquire from her, all he needed was a sample of her blood. A dark look spread across his face as he reached behind himself without her noticing, and grabbed a syringe that had a mild sedative in it. In one swift movement, he plunged the needle into her neck and injected her with the sedative. Shock spread on her face before she began to drift into unconsciousness and fell forward into his arms. "Wha- didju do to m-" she tried to say before she was totally consumed. "Sleep little one, it'll all be over soon," he murmured as her eyes lolled back into her head. Wesker lifted Luna easily and lay her down on the metal examining table, strapping her arms and legs down so that she couldn't escape. He began running his tests, starting with a blood sample then moving on. By the time he had concluded his studies, she had begun to stir. She glared up at him, angry that he had deceived her. "You're just like every other man out there," she spat as a single tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm not a man, I am Albert Wesker, I am a God!" He growled. She scoffed and closed her eyes. "I needed to run some tests on you, you fascinate me and I need to know how you do what you do," he said in a very bored sounding tone. "Please unbind me, this is very uncomfortable," she mumbled angrily. He pressed a button and the metal cuffs on the table unlatched. She sat up, rubbing her wrists and sniffed herself. "Ugh the clothes smell," she proclaimed and began pulling her top off. "Is there a shower here I can use?" She asked. As he turned to look at her, he quickly shielded his eyes. "Christ woman, put your shirt back on!" He exclaimed. She frowned but did as she was told. "Okay, it's on," she grumbled. He sighed in disbelief and began leading her to his personal quarters to shower, still not trusting her, he stood outside the bathroom door.