Author's Notes: Happy Valentine's Day/Single's Awareness Day Everyone! Believe it or not, I personally dislike Valentine's Day because I tried to hurt myself. I'm fine now though(: No worries. No this is NOT a Valentine's Day fan fiction. This is a SEQUEL to my first book as fan fiction, The 3rd Redfield Chronicles: Rise of the Dawn.

This fan fiction takes places after Anni's graduation party, after Resident Evil 5's Lost In Nightmares but before, Resident Evil 5's main plot.

Warning: This Fan Fiction may contain some graphic descriptions, horrifying to those under the age of- well yeah if couldn't handle my descriptions in the first one, you wouldn't read this fan fiction, so be prepared for blood and guts. This fan fiction may also contain many adult situations, language not appropriate for children. You have been warned.

Positive and Negative feedback welcomed! Any corrections and grammar errors are helpful too! (I am doing this all on my IPhone 4).Now to the Disclaimer.

Disclaimer: Resident Evil is own by Capcom. You can look it up. My story is a fan fiction based upon the Resident Evil series. So if you were to be a member of Capcom and stumble upon this series and really enjoy the fan fictions, hire me so I can be paid for the shit I did.

Now then, I think that is all my bases. Read and Review Everyone! Enjoy! :)

Chapter 1

August 26, 2006.

Anni Redfield.

A crowd of black clothing filled the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance's large inner garden that over looked the Atlantic Ocean behind the BSAA's main offices over towering building. Today was Jill Valentine's funeral. It had been exactly one year since Chris and Jill traveled to the Spencer Estate. Jill was finally declared KIA after a year of searching for her. I remember how Chris came back from the mission almost a week later. He was exhausted, starved and shocked. Barry forced him to take time off, so that Chris wouldn't push himself too far. Chris then tried to relax and let the BSAA handle the search for Jill. Chris came to me, the day he returned.

August 31st, 2005.

I was sitting in my room. There was a knock on my balcony window. I opened it and stepped out following the strange noise. I looked down off my balcony to see Piers. He was throwing rocks at my window.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I shouted to him below on the ground.

He wore his fathers scarf tightly around his neck, a blue tank top with some dark black shorts. His hair was a little spiked.

"I wanted to see you. I heard your brother came back today." Piers smiled.

I looked down at him. Then went back to close my door for a moment. When I returned Piers was on the balcony. He had climbed that quicker than I thought.

"You know if my brother finds you here, he is going to kill you." I lightly giggled.

"Well. Just let him find us." He smiled, taking my hand into his and pulling me close. I kissed him softly.

On the night of my graduation party, I told Piers we shouldn't see each other like this. But, as fate would have it, I went to friend's party in the city, became extremely intoxicated and bumped into Piers on a park bench. He offered to take me home, but when I explained to him how drunk I was, he laughed and asked me to stay the night. After vomiting for about an hour in the middle of the night, I slept in his clothes, bed and he slept on the couch. In the morning, he made me breakfast. We ending up talking and agreeing to see a movie and go to dinner. I warned him that the BSAA will not tolerate co-workers dating, but we decided to keep it between us. We found the latest movie possible, the most underground restaurant and really enjoyed ourselves. He drove me home and dropped me off about a stride away from my home. When he kissed me, I swore I saw stars, birds, heard bells, the whole description of a very first kiss, with someone special.

I am only seventeen, Piers is twenty, the age difference never really bothered me, if anything I was mature enough, but the fact that the BSAA would not see eye to eye with our relationship. I enjoyed my very first love as a private relationship. During work, Piers and I have decided to try as much as possible to act natural, as if nothing was going on between us. Until we got home, then we didn't have to try so hard.

I brushed my lips against his, Piers pulled away. As did I. We heard the sound of a car door being shut. Piers and I jumped.

"My brother's home." I said, puling away from him. "Wait here, okay?"

He nodded went into my closet to hide. I closed the small door behind me.

My brother made his way up the stairs to our home, his steps sounded in sync with his constant habit of walking in military-step. My heart was racing as I unlocked the door.

I began to exclaim. "Hey Chr-" I read his mind. He was so upset. He had dark circles under his eyes. His body stunk from not bathing. His stomach was growling like crazy. His beard (that he almost never grows out) began to make a clear appearance, more than peach fuzz danced around his cheeks. I looked Chris in the face. I saw everything.

The fight with my father, Albert Wesker. Shots were fired. My brother was lifted in the air. Jill was thrown like a rag doll and hit a glass casing. She stood up and ran into Wesker, falling out the window. The next image was terrifying. The height of Chris' hand and the voice that echoed her name, Jill as she fell with Albert Wesker. They disappeared into the fog below.

I pulled away shocked and started to cry. Chris could only nod and say, "She's gone. She's gone."

I sobbed so much that night. Chris comforted me for a little. I tried to relax, until he left to make some dinner for himself. He began to drink heavily that night. Piers came into my room after Chris left, comforting me and stayed that night.

Now.

The clouds in the sky were very dark and ominous. Soft wind made my long brown hair blow across my face then flow to my right. Rain was predicted in the weather today. Sherry Birkin had told me Claire once, who then told me, rain represents a cleaning. If that was the case, was the rain to wash Jill Valentine off of our hands? If yes, then why torture my brother with this cruelty? Why take Jill instead of just Albert Wesker? I frowned softly as I stared to the sky. I was very happy my father was dead, the man who cause Jill, Chris, Barry and Rebecca pain. Until I realized they never truly found his body. But to know that Jill is dead? I felt like my father had stolen another piece of my life.

My father, Albert Wesker. Chris had shown me a picture of him when he had told me I am Albert's daughter. His hair was blonde, slick back, face covered by dark shades, he had a smile on his face. I had his smile. Chris had explained to me how he sees him inside me. He suspected it at first, for my wisdom, unexplainable understanding of life and death and my cold feelings. Chris explained whenever I dislike someone, I act very much like my father. Maybe that could be why I dislike myself so much. I hated the idea of being his manufactured illegitimate offspring disgusted me. I would give anything, to be some other's offspring. Maybe share the same father as Chris. He was a respectable and honor person, just as Chris was. No matter what I did, I was always reminded of who's gene pool I descended from.

After my graduation party, Joshua Doolittle and his family moved in next door. Joshua never bothers me thankfully. Occasionally when I go for walks or runs, his brothers and sisters, even his mom, dad and grandmother wave or say hello. In an awkward manner, I would politely wave back and feel somewhat stalked. Since Jill's passing, Joshua had come to pay his respects, including his whole family.

He made his way over to me, to say hello, ask if I am okay, then walk away to place a flower down, like other agents and friends did. I avoided Joshua at all costs, the BSAA seemed to be the only safe place, until he appeared. I thought about what Joshua had told me during that mission. "I'm a freak, like you." Those words still haunted me, frightened even. I have had nightmares about him. He would claim to share a secret, then fade out or become bitten by a zombie or crushed by a creature before he could speak. The best thing I knew, the best choice I had was to avoid him. The grey seemed to darken and create a fog to dull the funeral even more. I can feel the mourning and depressing feelings creep into myself.

I was pretty close with Jill Valentine. She was my brother's secret girlfriend and the closest to a mother figure in my life. She helped with with so many mental and emotional problems when I first arrived here. We would spend hours just talking, I felt that through talking to her about nearly anything, made our relationship so accepting and open. I recalled the time, Jill taught me how to pick a lock with a paperclip. I broke three paperclips out of frustration from being unable to unopened a simple lock. In fact, out of my frustration, I placed my hand on the lock and unlocked it. It was like magic directly in the palms of my hands.

My abilities had improved since that mission a few months ago. I could not exactly figure out how I transformed into that creature and fired that beam of light, but I was practicing almost everyday, feeling closer and closer to changing into that creature. I spent most of my days I the mission simulation room, trying to recreate that moment. I think the last time I've actually progressed was a week ago. Surprisingly, even superpowers needed practice. I could recreate the beam by imagining a force, a color, then an aggressive thought allowed the beam, force or almost anything I wanted to happen. Barry had made me promise that I never use my powers while in the city, it would not only call the government's attention, but people would panic.

I looked to a plague here in the BSAA, on a large wall in the inner garden was placed. The plaque read clearly:

Jill Marie Valentine.

February 14th, 1974 - August 26th, 2006

Below that, was a tombstone with the same thing with another small message, I could not read due to the crowd of mourners. Her funeral was a year later due to Chris believing and searching for her alive. While Chris began the search, I spent my weekends with Claire so I would not be alone. I breathed outward. I watched as many of Jill's friends and relatives, cried and sobbed. I frowned. I hated funerals so much. I hated to feel pain or sadness. I walked over to her plaque. I placed a small white glass knight chess piece next her name. It was the odd piece out from all the flowers placedI in front of her plaque and moveable tombstone. I gave her a chess piece because she was the closest thing to a mother that I have ever had. The knight was a symbol of her kindness of a knight in the renaissance time (those who followed the code of chivalry) and because she stole the glass chess set from someone back as a teenager. She also favored the small horse whenever she would play against anyone, winning her chess games with a single knight. Jill gave me a chess set as a graduation present.

Piers put his hand on my shoulder. My frowned deepened and I hugged him, trying my best not to cry. Piers held me as I began to sob a little. I buried my face into Piers' shoulder. I listened for Piers' comforting thoughts.

It's okay. It'll be okay. She's in a better place now. Jill is probably looking down here and saying, "Quit crying assholes! You know, how I get!" In that angry and half-crying tone of hers.

I smiled a bit and pulled away so that none of the BSAA agents suspected anything. Piers and I then drifted far away from each other. Then Claire showed up. I had to practically beg Claire to take her vacation early so that she could be with Chris and me. I asked her to stay here for a little because of Chris' harsh drinking habits. Claire had explained to me, Chris drinks bottles when he is depressed. After the Arklay Mansion Incident in Raccoon City and when he found Claire on Rockford Island, he drinks when he is depressed. Clare then explained how when Mom and Dad passed away, he did the same thing, but stopped after he realized he ha to make sure Claire was taken care of.

By the time Claire arrived, Chris was planning to make a third trip to the Liquor Store for more alcohol then met us here at the funeral. Her tears did not seem to stop either. I stood with my brother and sister, looked for comfort, found it, yet the whole in my heart for Jill Valentine never left the space in my heart. As agents came and went, it suddenly became full of soft cries and murmurs when Barry Burton, head CEO of the BSAA spoke if Jill for an hour.

"Jill Valentine was one of the closest people to me. She was brave, smart and a respected founder of the BSAA." Barry began.

I sat next to Chris the whole time. Claire sat to his left. He was completely silent as Barry spoke about Jill's life in a speech, Barry and Dick Valentine, Jill's father, wrote. I wondered how Dick Valentine was doing. I was aware he was in jail for twenty years for larceny and burglary charges, but for the sake of losing his child. Before the mission, Chris had wanted to marry Jill and went to Dick to ask for her hand in marriage, but after the mission, Chris had to be the one to give Dick the news. The blue sapphire and diamond ring was hidden on his top shelf in his closet. I had no idea what he will do with it now. If I was Chris, I would take the ring and place it on her finger. But, there still was no body.

After Barry finished his speech, many people paid their last respects and cleared the inner garden. When the last group of agents left, Claire and I stated behind with Chris. Chris sat on his knees in front of Jill's plaque and stared, as if he was trying to take a picture with his own mind. I put my hand lightly on his shoulder and looked to his face. His eyes were on the verge of tears.

He sniffed. "Chris?" I muttered.

"Come on, Chris. We should go home." Claire said, touching his other shoulder.

"She wouldn't have wanted me to give up on her." Chris muttered, the alcohol slurred his voice a tiny bit. "I failed her. I shouldn't be here. I should have died instead of her." He began to sob. Claire's eyes widened and wrapped her arms around Chris. He sobbed like a baby in Claire's arms. I dropped to his level and hugged him too, to offer comfort, love and passing of his possibly self-hatred for what happened.

"Chris. You cannot blame yourself." Claire began to cry. "She loved you, she wouldn't want you to blame yourself."

She did it to protect him. I thought. I know very well, if I ever had to take a bullet for a friend, even if it meant dying in the process, I would do it for my siblings, any friend and Piers, any day.

Author's Notes: Oh my god! I hate writing sad parts! I wanted to cry. I'm such a sap. I hope I got the dates line up in the right places. only so much can happen in a few years. Also, I hope nobody minds the PiersxOC, personally I dislike CharacterxOc couples, but I think I'm going to start reading those kinda stories and write them. I don't like to be ignorant and if you haven't noticed I rant a lot. But, like I've said, in my first book fan fiction reviews, this is a ChrisXJill fan fiction as they are the main protagonists, but it is based off of his youngest sister, my OC, Anni. I hope no one is too pissed off with that, I should go back and explain that, haha. Now for my twenty questions(:

What do you think so far? I'm setting the plot in a very sort of depressed mood because Jill Valentine is dead :( or rather MIA. We all know the story, but how will this unfold in this fan fiction? Think about it... Who tipped Chris that Jill was still alive? ;) Read and Review!