Disclaimer: I do not own either The BtVS or Resident Evil series.

Timeline: Between the 1st and 2nd season of BtVS and takes place in the RE2 game time.

At this time Andrew is about 14 years old. Also I am playing around with the RE2 timeline to coincide with the Buffy series.

Warning: This is a Dark fic.

Chapter 1

Andrew sighed, why did he have to go visit his cousins in Raccoon City? It wasn't fair, damn it. He hated his cousins, all muscle-bound jocks and six foot something, while he was five foot six even. Tucker hated the guys and that was like one of the only things they agreed on, so before he left Tucker and his friend Jonathon decided to give him some books of sorcery to help defend himself with, plus Tucker didn't know that he had borrowed some of his demon summoning books.

The bus ride was boring and the movie they showed sucked so badly he'd have rather watched the Star Wars trilogy preformed by Jar Jar Binks and that was saying something. But finally the bus had gotten to Racoon city and he saw his Aunt waiting for him outside the bus.

She ran up to him and hugged him and said, "Oh Andy, Andy, you keep getting cuter and cuter every day I see you," and hugged him tightly.

Andrew looked down and thought, "Racoon city gets more boring each time, couldn't something exciting happen? And why did my Aunt have to take what little was left of my manliness by making a scene and how did Tucker get out of this anyways?'

As they drove through the city Andrew looked around and noticed that there wasn't that many people, he looked at his Aunt puzzled. There was usually more people in the city at this time of day.

"Oh," his Aunt said as they drove up to the suburban home where they lived, "There's been a rash of disappearances and they say its Umbrella's fault."

Andrew's eyes went wide, "Disappearances? Wow, when did boring old Raccoon City get a taste of intrigue?"

"Oh yeah," his Aunt continued, "the disappearances have been going on for a while," he started to get both worried and excited; he would watch the news that night about them.

They finally got to his Aunt's place and she hustled him out of the car so they could start planning what he would do on his vacation there.

His two cousins looked at Andrew eagerly, they actually enjoyed when he came over as he was so easy to torment and it was one of their favourite games to make him cry and they actually had bets on how quickly he would cry.

"Hey Andy," Victor said, "How's our favourite little cousin?"

Andrew gulped, Victor and Ricky. They loved making him miserable and it looked like they had thought of new ways to torment him.

Ricky looked at Andrew and smirked, Andy wasn't here two minutes and he looked terrified.

Andrew prayed fervently for a miracle, anything to take his cousins attention from him and little did he know but he was about to get it in spades.

Isabella looked at her nephew with love in her eyes, he was everything a mother could want in a boy; he was respectful and quiet, not like her two ruffian boys who she had to convince the RCPD to go easy on.

She grabbed Andrew from her two boys, who she was sure planning some kind of torment on Andrew. She was always afraid that they would hurt Andrew and while she tried to discipline them but it was hard to do, whenever Andrew visited them they would become monsters and would do horrible things to him.

She looked at Andrew kindly and hugged him and said, "Don't let them pick on you, sometimes you have to fight back."

"But," Andrew said, "They're so big and tough."

Isabella thought and said, "They maybe big but I'm going to tell you what your grandfather taught your brother and I."

Andrew looked at her and said, "Grandpa Wells? What did he tell you?"

"That honour only takes you so far in a fight and if your opponent is stronger and bigger than you, go for the groin," she said.

"Auntie?" Andrew said, "I can't believe Grandpa Wells told you that?"

Isabella handed Andrew a couple of twenties and said, "You go enjoy yourself, I understand the comic store has some new things in."

Andrew smiled brightly and ran out to go enjoy himself, he ran upstairs and grabbed his backpack, making sure his books were in it and ran out, avoiding his cousins, to go to the comic store. Raccoon city, in his opinion, may have been one of the most boring places on the face of the Earth but it had a lot of good stores.

As he waited for the bus whistling he was wondering what was keeping it like this? It was never this late before, but there was something in the air that Andrew couldn't place. The feeling, it was telling him to hide, that danger was coming and he had to be prepared.

He decided to run home and he saw that there was lot of people on the roads and they looked panicky, what was going on? As he got home he saw his Aunt tending to his cousins, who had nasty bites on their arms. She was cleaning out the infection with peroxide and saw Andrew in the hallway.

"Oh Andrew you're alright," she said as she hugged him close to her.

"What's going on Auntie Isabella?" Andrew asked looking at the horrible bites on her sons arms.

"It's on the news honey," she said as she put him in the lounge, he turned on the TV and saw the news reporter say, "This just in: apparently the dead are rising." His Aunt said, "A couple of them tried to break in but your cousins stopped them but they got bitten."

Andrew's eyes widened, he looked at his Aunt, who looked at her sons with concern, she may be frustrated with them but she loved them with all of her heart. She looked at the scared look on Andrew's face and she took him in her arms, hugged him and she said, "Oh, it's going to be alright Andrew."

"What are we going to do?" Andrew suddenly asked terrified.

Isabella looked at Andrew and said, "We'll be strong, remember that Andrew and sometimes it's alright to cry but not here and not right now. Now you have to be strong."

Andrew tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, sniffled and nodded. His Aunt smiled and hugged him again to calm him down.

As she left Andrew looked at the books of sorcery that Jonathon had given him, he flipped through the pages to find a protection spell from the undead, and maybe it would work on whatever these creatures were. He finally found one and it was easy to cast.

Andrew began to chant the spell and he saw lines of white light appear in front of the house and the spell activated when Andrew heard a voice boom in his head that said, '*This shall not affect thy creatures assailing your city mortal.*'

Andrew looked around and he heard the voice say again, '*These are not undead.*'

"But," Andrew said, "they die and get up, doesn't that make them undead?"

The voice said, '*No, the creatures are dead but they are not undead or creatures of magic.*' It said, '*these are creatures of man's science, they are abominations of nature and science.*'

Andrew's face fell; he couldn't protect his Aunt and his family. He fell to his knees when he heard the voice say, '*Take heart young one, just because magic cannot shield ye, it can kill them.*'

"What!!?" Andrew said, "I thought you said magic can't affect them?"

'*I said defensive magic, offensive magic can young one,*' it said, '*look to the magic of fire and earth,*' and it went quiet.

Andrew walked out of his room and into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, he had cast a spell all on his own, that was so cool.

Isabella looked at her sons and was getting concerned, they were getting worse and nothing she did seemed to stop the infection. She looked up at Andrew, who walked to the kitchen to make something for them to eat.

She said, "Andrew, I don't want you watching the news. It's bad enough without us having to hear about how people are dying."

Andrew nodded and ran out and sat at the kitchen table wondering if he would've been safer in Sunnydale, even with the nightlife and he knew all about the nightlife because Jonathon and Tucker had told him all about it and even introduced him to one of the friendlier demons in town, who took a liking to him and taught him how to sense demons and he decided to use his power to sense if there were any demons in the city.

His senses explored the city, he wasn't able to detect what species they were or if they were good or evil but he could tell they were there and they were moving out of the city fast, too fast. His concentration was suddenly broken by the sounds of screaming, he ran into the living room and saw Victor biting Aunt Isabella.

Andrew's went wide in shock; his cousin was biting his Aunt? Andrew could've slapped himself; how many zombie movies did he see before this: those bitten always become infected.

Isabella groaned as she pushed Victor away, she felt like her blood was on fire. She looked into her nephew's scared eyes and screamed, "Run Andrew, run as fast as you can. Don't come back here, get to the police department. They should be the safest place in town."

Andrew's mind registered her words and he ran outside as fast as he could into core of the city, his heart pounding in his ears and the memory of watching his aunt being bitten by his cousin.

TBC

Poll question: How will any magic affect the Zombies? Which of the RE2 main characters do you want Andrew to meet? And how will this screw up Andrew's life?

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