Come Dance With Me Chapter 1: That Dancin' Feelin', a resident evil fanfic

As worlds collide,

I turn to you,

Together we're stronger,

I lean on you,

Forever we stand,

Not alone,

But together,

As the flames of life,

Draw us to each other.

By Chicky Tifa.

Come Dance with Me....

Disclaimer: Ok, I don't own any of these guys, K?

Rebecca Chamber's eyes opened from her dreams and adjusted to the light pouring in through the open curtain. Her dreams had been different, not her usual Zombie filled blood laden ones, but of ones filled with soft music, wine and prom dresses. This was due to the event happening at the end of the week: The RPD Prom. More of a dance really. Rebecca wanted to relive the teenage thrills of buying dresses, doing her hair and make up.

The ecstasy and agony of sweaty palms, the things she had missed out on at school. True, this dance would be more mature, a lot less hormonal, but it was as close as she could get to, to her dreams. Rebecca had missed out on that part of school, having graduated early and gone off to Harvard. Even then she had swotted, and never attended Sorority meets or dances. This however would be a night to remember...

Carlos groggily pulled himself out of his double bed, grunting at the absence of a chick. Jeez, man, he thought to himself, been an age since you got a decent rap. He regarded himself in his floor length mirror, and gave a louder grunt. His eyes were blotchy and red and his hair stuck up in uncontrollable tufts. Carlos was not a morning person. Stumbling down the stairs, carefully avoiding the piles of junk and playboy issues, he entered the kitchen.

Quickly cracking eggs into a pan, his eyes flitted to the red edged card stuck to the fridge.... The invite to the RPD Prom. He had been torn about going, he needed a date. Everyone had written him off as a horny Brazilian boy, who'd shed his shorts as soon as a babe walked past. But underneath his sexy accent and macho form, Carlos was a real worrier. He sat down to think over his possibilities...

' Leon Scott Kennedy! Get your cute, sexy, OH DON'T GET ME STARTED! Ass down here!' Screeched Claire Redfield from inside the kitchen. Shortly, a dishevelled Leon appeared in the doorway, eyes heavy with sleep. Clad in only his Super Mario boxers and a white t-shirt, Leon looked younger than his 20 years.

' Jeez Claire, it's 4 am!' he said exasperatedly, but still giving her a good morning kiss.

' Hold it Buster' said Claire putting her arms up in self-defence against Leon's kiss,

'Your breath still stinks like that wine we had yesterday'.

' Really? I thought it would smell like chocolate, like the chocolate we had last night... you know what I mean' said Leon, a smile growing on his schoolboy features.

' Maybe you're right, Kennedy, but I'll just have to check' said Claire devilishly, leaning over and giving Leon a rambunctious kiss, which was a little too extreme for the morning. Leon loses balance a little and falls back onto the kitchen floor.

' Claire, as much as I love this position, I'm still a little sore from yesterday and the day before that and the day before that and the day before that....' Said Leon weakly as the inviting curves of Claire pressed against him.

' Ooh, Kennedy refuses some, let me call the papers!' said Claire, cocking up a well-plucked eyebrow, but rolling off Leon.

'Besides,' said Leon, as he pulls himself to his feet. 'I'm saving that for prom night' he said seductively, just before falling face first in what could be called a last night's pizza.

' Better not pull any moves like that on the dance floor, Kennedy, or you'll be on the bench' screeched Claire, as she hauled a mangled Leon to his feet.

' Alfred, I love you more than a brother,' said Alexia. ' I love you like this' she said, as she unbuttoned her red dress, revealing a large Playstaion 2. Strangely enough her body was made of a large Playstation 2 and suddenly the theme tune to pokemon started up in the background and Alexia turned into a Pikachiu and started to ride around on the back of a large pizza... Chris suddenly awoke from his dreams.

His violent jerk had jerked his sleeping beauty off his chest. Jill Valentine, who was cuter than a pikachiu , sexier than Alexia and more fun to play with than 200 Playstation 2s put together and namely the love of his life, had been thrown off his chest and had hit the floor with a loud and ominous thud.

' SHIT!' shouted Chris, trying to quickly lift her off the floor before she woke up. Too late. The curvaceous, blue eyes, fire haired beauty had stirred and was staring at him in the eyes. He waited for the likely response.

' Damn Redfield, Fourth time this week you've done that!' shrieked Jill, whilst pouting her cherub lips.

' Sorry Jillie, but you took it literally when I said that my bed was yours' said Chris, planting his hands either side of her hips, thinking desperately of some way to overcome the inevitable.

' Hah, good joke, I don't think' said Jill, pushing Chris off her, and cuffing his ear.

Chris winced slightly and rubbed his ear as Jill pulled herself up and straightened her nightshirt that had gone askew. She stood still; regarding him and she softly took his hand, and looked at him in the eyes.

' Same as last night' she asked concernedly.

' Yup. Pizzas, Pikachius, PS2s and the weirdy love siblings' said Chris dejectedly, running his hand thorough his spiky hair and sighing.

' It'll get better' she said soothingly. 'You're still not off the hook though'.

Chris thought wildly and instinctively pulled her close and placed soft kisses along her neck. Jill relaxed against his body and kissed his forehead.

' Now am I?' he asked, his green eyes gazing into hers deeply.

' Not quite. Anyway, what's better to get your mind off things, than a dance!' she proclaimed whilst spinning around gracefully.

' Jill, we both know that a Nemesis could dance better than me' replied Chris.

Jill widens her eyes and raises her hand to cuff his other ear.

' I'll be good' Chris hastily says, backing away a step.

' Chris, why would anything go worn? Like the worse that could happen is Claire getting drunk and stripping, right?' She asks.

' Excuse me, but I still harbour memories of the last dance' he answers.

Yes, it was all coming back now. The dance before the mansion incident. The Mayor's daughter had been there, radiant and beautiful in a sleek white dress. Belle of the Ball. She had most of the men drooling but had been making eyes at Chris the whole evening. She had shimmied up to him, Chris had nervously smiled. She had been about to ask him to dance, when he had accidentally split his wine down her dress.

The icing on the cake was the see through stain it had left, revealing everything down to the padded wonder bra. Busted. Crazy that her dress had been ruined, and crazy that her main beauty secret had been revealed, she had stamped off to daddy. Daddy then had landed Chris in huge ape shit.

' Well there's gonna be no posh, slip of a mayor's daughter present at this one' Jill reminded Chris. ' And don't forget, you weren't the only one who landed themselves in huge ape shit'.

'Huh?' Asked Chris, incredulous, that JILL had got into trouble. She had always been so squeaky clean. Jill shrugs and tells her tale.

' Joseph had double dared me to smack Wesker's butt' she said quietly.

' What? Can you say that louder?' asked Chris teasingly. ' One question for ya: what was the experience like? Enchanting, Excruciating, or Explosive? The choice is yours'.

' He butt is really bony. Bonier than your scrawny ass!' Jill shrieks.

' And the point of that little outburst is?' asks Chris.

' Chris just come to the damn dance and have fun. For once in your workaholic life.'

' For you Jillie, I'll do anything, only if you do this one little thing'

Jill pouts and sits on the bed. Chris drops down to one knee......

' Sorry Jill, I just had to pull up one of my socks!'

' REDFIELD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'.

'OK OK OK! Just give me match on Tekken 3. You as Nina, me as Jin'.

' Men. Easy to manipulate. Your on!'

Chris and Jill settle down to a furious tournament, in the realms of the playstation.

To be continued....

Chicky says: What do you think? Did you like the poem I made up!? Well stay tuned for the next installement.....poem is sappy....mehhhhhh!