'Picture this. Picture the perfect life. Two story house old English style home out in Maine. There's no heavy traffic, no gangs, no death. Just a small little town hidden behind endless miles of beautiful mountains and woods teeming with life. It's a beautiful Saturday morning and I can smell breakfast as it's being made. A big house with a large back yard, two family cars, two point five dogs and one point five kids. You and me. Mrs. Alice and Claire Abernathy. Has a ring to it, don't it?'

"Claire." Alice held a pensive look to her face, but an infatuated, tender smile played across her, her finger tangled in a mess of auburn hair. On Saturdays she just loved to lay in bed and bask in the simplicity of her life.

She and Claire Redfield were married after three very amazing years of being engaged. Claire had adopted her younger sister, Kmart, and she accepted Chris as well. Her job as a nurse in the ER combined with Claire's full time Harley Davidson motorcycle specialist gig brought in more than enough money for them to live comfortable. Kmart would graduate this year and she'd decided to stay at home and attend the local college, much to their relief.

"Mmmm," Claire moaned, stifling a yawn behind her hand. "It smells good." A chill went down her spine, playful lips pressing butterfly kisses to her shoulder.

"Kmart's cooking breakfast."

Claire's lips twitched. "What is it with you Abernathys and cooking?"

"Are you complaining?" Alice teased, poking the redhead's side.

"Alice!" Squirming wildly Claire laughed as Alice tortured her until tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Driving her elbow to the bed, she slipped away from the brunette's grasp, sliding on top of her and pinning her wrists down to the mattress. She grinned triumphantly. "How fast the tables are turned."

Lust sparked in Alice's eyes. It amazed her how after seven years of being together she was still crazy about Claire. Madly in love is what Chris had called it a few years back. He was right. The thing about falling in love with the right person? She would never hit the ground. Not with Claire there to catch her and lift her back up. She made her feel like she stood on the highest mountain without fear of stumbling.

Claire's thoughts were similar. And hazy. Alice. Pinned beneath her. Her thin, barely there spaghetti shirt making her see images in her head. REALLY BAD IMAGES.

"Is the door locked?" Alice breathed, feeling small beneath Claire's stare. There were times she felt completely powerless around her but Claire never exploited her. That is why Claire was her number one.

-o-

Kmart grumbled to herself, shoving her red, throbbing hand beneath a stream of cold water. Behind her Chris snickered to himself, throwing himself into a chair at the table, his boots rattling the silverware. He watched the furious blonde run to the stove, yanking the plate filled with strips of sizzling bacon away from the fire. He was highly amused.

"Damn you're a spaz, K." The handsome police officer goaded. As he'd expected, Kmart took the bait.

"And you're a dyke." She retaliated, sticking her tongue out. She wasn't surprised when Chris did the same.

"I'm a woman trapped in a man's body." The brunette man smirked, taking an apple from the bowl at the center of the table. Amber eyed the brilliant red fruit suspiciously before with a big CHOMP he began eating it. "Are Claire and Alice still in bed?"

Kmart slapped a slice of butter on the burn, wincing. Stupid Chris had snuck up on her yet again and startled her. At present, the wall furthest from her was yellow and brown, an egg splattered all over it and taking its time in sliding down. Alice was going to have a fit if she didn't get that cleaned up right away.

Chris raised a brow at the typical teenage attitude crap. Kmart had to be a saint compared to him and Claire. The most innocent they ever did was to actually come home after a wild party that got out of hand. Their mother wasn't happy when they stumbled into the house at eight o clock in the morning, leaning heavily into each others, giggling madly and red faced. Taking a napkin, the Lt. eyed the mess. He had half a mind to whistle for the dog to come and lick it up.

"So what are you doing here so early?"

Chris waved at her dismissively; his way of acknowledging her presence in the kitchen. Sasha, Alice's pet Doberman, pranced into the room behind Kmart, her tongue sticking out one side of its mouth, pointed ears perked and tail wagging in frantic excitement.

"I just thought I'd drop by and…"

Kmart's eyes widened. The 17 year old girl moved faster than any escaping criminal Chris had ever seen. "Are those tickets to the Rob Zombie concert?"

He nodded, satisfaction in the form of a lopsided smile displaying itself. He scratched at the stubble on his jaw, "It's tonight. Do you want to go with me?"

"Hell yeah!"

He laughed. "I thought so. I just need to ask Claire if she'll give me permission to take you. And Alice."

Kmart snatched the tickets from Chris's hands, reading over the black and crimson print. "You don't have to ask Alice, I know she'll let me go."

"What makes you so sure?" He wondered, wiping the last of the mess away. The crumbled napkin sailed through the air, spun around the rim of the trash can, then tipped into the canister.

"Because Claire is the over protective, mother hen. Alice is more like my best friend."

"Is that so?" Sasha cocked her head to the side, nose pointed in the direction of the stove as she whimpered hopefully. "I'll keep that in mind… I have an idea."

"Oh-oh." Kmart looked apprehensive. Whenever Chris got an idea, bad things happened and she was usually the one getting into trouble for it considering Chris was 26 and a grown man with his own apartment and his own rules. "Last time I got grounded for a month for listening to you."

Stretching his back, he waited until he heard several little pops all across his back. His brows dipped, eyes glowing with mischief. "What do you say we take the girls a little breakfast in bed?"

Kmart followed his eyes to the top of the refrigerator. Her own wicked grin came along. Whipped cream. "Oh you're good."

"No," he chuckled, motioning for her to grab the bottle and follow her up the stairs, "you're good."

"I'm the best." She giggled, sounding very girlish and very young. She loved hanging out with Alice and Claire. But getting into trouble with Chris was by far number one on her favorite things to do list.

-o-

Alice threw her head back and whimpered. Her throat felt raw, her voice was hoarse, and her body throbbed, being stretched to its full capacity. The vein in her neck jumped violently beneath Claire's tongue, her thighs clamping shut and effectively trapping the redhead's wet, trembling hand there. Her skin felt too tight around her body, too sensitive. Claire's very breath sent little shock waves through her, once again stoking the fire inside rebuilding in the pit of her stomach.

She could only compare the mind numbing orgasm to suicide. Claire drove her to the edge in a way that made her want to die just so that god awfully delicious sensation would be the last thing she felt. Her lids fluttered shut of their own accord, plunging her into the shadows of her mind to recover.

Claire's body glistened with sweat in the morning sunlight, the muscles in her ripped back visible as they expanded and flattened with every gasp. She held the bed sheets in a white knuckled death grip while her insides grasped and sucked at Alice's fingers, trying to pull her in. She couldn't move and she really didn't think she wanted to.

However, her keen senses picked up on the soft pitter patter of footsteps coming down the hall. Her eyes narrowed and shook Alice's by the shoulders gently.

Alice looked up at the woman with a lazily half smile, her fingers once again finding their home in Claire's wonderfully soft hair. She loved playing with her hair. It soothed her. "Hmm?"

Her eyes ticked towards the door briefly, silently communicating with the attentive brunette.

Alice smirked to show she understood. Kmart and Chris. What were those two up to now?

Nothing good, said Claire's look. "Ready?"

"One.. Two..three! OH! OH YEEEEES! Baby, right there! Harder! Harde- AH! YES! Oh, Claire!"

Claire's face turned beet red at Alice's enthusiastic tone despite knowing better. "Like that, doll? Do you like this?"

Alice tried her hardest not to laugh. It took a lot of effort. "Just like that! Just like that. Oh god, yes! I'm almost there."

Claire couldn't help it any longer and buried her face into one of her pillows, her laughter rocking her body. Alice too bit down on her lip to keep from howling with laughter.

-o-

"Just like that! Just like that! Oh god, yes! I'm almost-"

Chris and Kmart didn't wait around for the end of THAT sentence. Their legs couldn't have carried them away faster if they'd tried. They reached the kitchen panting, completely weirded out.

Kmart groaned, heading to the sink and filling up a glass of water. "Why do I listen to you?"

Chris had the decency to look properly ashamed. "We so did NOT need to hear that."

Green eyes met amber in a moment of realization. A mean shade of red streaked across the officer's cheeks and neck while the teenaged girl hide her face in her hands.

"God I'm going to be scared for life! No amount of therapy is going to fix that."

"Sorry." Chris mumbled sheepishly.

-I-

Luther West was a lot of things.

Back in the day he'd been a professional basketball player, a point guard for the Chicago Bulls, team captain for the Knicks. He did a little a modeling for Ralph Lauren and advertising for some really expensive watch he couldn't even recall.

Before he became big shit, he was just another delinquent on the big bad streets of LA looking for his next high. As a young boy he learned real quickly that in order to survive, he needed to become strong, needed to learnt that he took what he wanted and never hesitated to do so. By age 17 he was in a gang, riding around in stolen cars with women almost three times his age, a joint one hand, a gun in the other. The way he was headed, he would have been dead long ago.

Lucky for him, his uncle Michael got word and intervened. Moving him from LA to Santa Monica took him away from the all the violence and chaos that was the city of angels. Still, Santa Monica wasn't short on the action. Michael forced him to enroll back on high school and to take up a hobby other than gang banging.

Low and behold, six years later he was well on his way to stardom. But despite all the drastic changes, Luther was still the same one track minded kid his uncle had found. Except now he was bigger, now he was better.

Take the junk out of the junkyard, you can't take the junkyard out of junk.

His beliefs remained the same, his thoughts followed a similar pattern, his mind worked the same.

Yeah, Luther West was a lot of things. A gang banger, a liar, a former thief, an idol, a basketball player, a womanizer, a manipulator , rich, loved.

But the one thing Luther West was not, was afraid of Claire Redfield.

He watched intently from his hiding place in the shadows as the two girls embraced each other in their sleep. Something stirred inside of him. It had been a really long time since he's been so captivated by a woman. He'd yet to met a woman who'd denied him. When Luther West wanted something, Luther West got it.

He looked down and grimaced. The bulge in his pants grew by the minute. It wouldn't be easy to hide it in his track pants. Not that he cared. What he cared about was Alice, and that fucking redhead keeping him from what he wanted.

Could he really be blamed? Four years! Four years was a really long time for a man of his… particular kind to go on without his needs being satisfied. Sex was the furthest thing from his mind when it all began. Who in their right mind would think of such a thing?

Things were different now. Life went on. It was time to stop living in hopes of what would come tomorrow and time to take what they could now.

Live for the moment.

Sparing a final glare at the women, he opened the door slowly and slipped inside. The only reason Alice rejected him was because of that damn annoying redheaded bitch. Once she was out of the picture, he was sure Alice would change her mind. After all, who wouldn't want the chance to hook up with a charming, good looking man like himself?

That's all he needed, just to get a load off before he headed for Arcadia.

Luther took the steps easily, perfectly relaxed. He would have a little talk with Claire tomorrow. And if that didn't work. Well, the funny thing about prison? There were a hell of a lot places to hide a body. Or two.

-I-

Claire's eyes focused intently on the shadows, the darker ones by the door to be exact. She could have sworn she felt saw someone standing there just a moment ago. The harder she stared, though, the more she began to think she was just being paranoid.

'Chill out. There's no one there.'

B-but… she couldn't shake that creepy feeling that someone had been watching her.

Releasing an anxious breath of air, she let herself fall back into the crook of Alice's elbow. The brunette stirred, but did not awaken. Who knew how long it had been since she'd actually felt secure enough to sleep. She looked exhausted all the time, despite efforts to give the opposite effect. Claire herself didn't feel all that tired (she probably got enough of that when Alice knocked her off her rocker.)

A siren went off somewhere in the distance. Another survivor? A group maybe? She shrugged. What could she do about it? Absolutely nothing. A lump formed in her throat. She felt bad for thinking that way.

Turning over to face Alice's sleeping form, Claire made herself comfortable. She was a night owl. There would be no more rest for her tonight. Instead of pondering on what couldn't be helped, she would watch Alice sleep. The brunette's mere presence always set her at ease. She traced the angles and lines of her jaw, slipping over to the strong but feminine line of her nose, and finally down to her pouting red lips.

Claire giggled. Just for a second she forgot where she was, thinking maybe she was back inside of that dream. She half expected Kmart and Chris to coming prancing around to interrupt their private moment. Hell, she WISHED they would come and interrupt her. She wished this really was a nightmare, that she would wake up and find herself in that perfect house, laying next to her perfect lover, living a perfect life.

She thought about it a little more, then, slowly, came to a decision.

While she could deal with a little less madness, zombies, (and a lack of Luther wouldn't hurt) and a lot less of this hell in general, she didn't wish for a perfect life- she simply wished for a life with Alice. She didn't even care about her memories anymore. If she never got them back then that was just fine with her. She had the feeling she wouldn't want to remember a lot of those things anyway. Was that too much to ask for?

Apparently not because it was Alice's arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and no one else's.

AN: Hey guys. ^_^ Just so you know, this isn't chapter 4, it's more of a little bonus I decided to add because starting with the next chapter we're leaving the mushy stuff and going into a more bloody fast paced, adrenaline pumping, back stabbing zombified Resident Evil style of story. I'm trying to get in a good combination of the two and I think the time is now. The next (real) chapter should be up in a few (days?) (Weeks?) It depends on you. Review? And also, as I've said before, any and all ideas are welcome for this fic.

Cheers!