I should have done this chapter within the other you know, but I decided to be stupid and make it its own chapter. This chapter actually takes place before the last one. Believe it or not I thought of this story long before I even joined ff.net. It has just taken me a while to write it. We now get to learn about the mysterious Samantha Stag! So onto chapter 5 of Bittersweet Dreams Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Stepping over the bloody remains of what was once a hunter, Samantha Stag looked at where the head should have been. She then turned to where the magnum lay. "He might want this." She said as she walked to the elevator inspecting the fine weapon. Running a slender finger along the gun, possibilities that had entered her mind before rose for the occasion. The thought of suicide was unsettling, a defiance to God in the most utter way to some. And yet, to her she wondered if it would be the best. She sighed as she reminded herself she didn't have it in her to do it. Too bad she didn't follow bushido. But then again even if she did, she'd be screwed with the horror of her shame. "O bloody hell" She cursed with a tinge of a British accent that appeared only for that phrase. She crumpled against the iron elevator in disgust, rubbing her temples that throbbed from the chronic headache that cursed her. Popping in three Ibuprofen tablets from her handy bag of medic supplies, she swallowed with salvia from her dry mouth. She tried shaking off her pain as she stepped into the rusty elevator with heavy breathing. Asthma was yet another curse that followed her since she was a babe. Ignoring the pain in her chest she thought that maybe she would close her eyes and it would go away. "Grandfather" A childish ghost chimed out, giggling with resound. Her eyes opened from that haunting voice that followed her for so long. "I need some caffeine." She moaned after closing her eyes, the hum of the elevator floating her into sleep.

A large forest with fading trees of late November surrounds a small girl. She smiles and giggles as she sees an elderly man walks towards her. He chokes out a laugh and once again states how much she is growing up too fast. Her bright strawberry blonde hair dances uncontrollably in the breeze. He hugs her and she asks when her parents are to return, a silent tear falls down the old man's face as he breaks the news of their untimely death. With confusion and not being able to grip the realization the girl becomes quiet and walks with the man down on the path from the cliff that hovers over the Pennsylvanian forest.

As the elevator crashed to the top level, Samantha awoke from the remorseful dream. A sad memory that vexed her far too many times to count. She steadied herself out of the elevator. She had to look strong for that man. "I have to get him out of here." She was heading to the door pulling out the ring of keys. Each incrusted with the same design as the matching door. When she went to reach for it something pulled her back. She turned to the photos in the main hallway.

Recovering from the deaths of her parents was painful for the girl, but growing up with her wealthy grandfather was not a problem. She was brought up with a joy of the arts and history that she inherited from her father. A man of Irish decent he had the same bright hair of his daughter. Her mother was the pride and joy of her grandfather, the golden gem his wife, whom passed away in childbirth. The old man never did share the secret about him having a family. For some reason he felt the needed to be hidden. Only a few people knew she existed and so the old man had to grieve alone. The dear girl was all that was left of the old man's love. He never exposed her to the world much, kept her inside a mansion that was lovely in all aspects. She was a little mutt of Irish, Welsh, Russian, German, and Ukrainian blood, which attributed to her fair skin. She had a knack for the guitar and piano and spent most of her time trying to perfect her favorite Classical and Baroque pieces. She also worked on the organ and violin at times, but was nowhere near as interested in them as her the other two instruments. She delved into books escaping to places that she knew she could never go, forever being carefully shadowed by her protective guardian. She was weak in the studies of science and math, but that never bothered the old man. He continued to let her pursue her dreams of the arts. She was home schooled gaining much knowledge becoming a very educated young woman, but she lost the ability to makes friends. Even though this fear was within her, she tried desperately not to show it. She talked with employees and learned to interact with people from the kindness of John, the only employee to actually care for her well being.

Samantha slowly walked up to the old photographs. Rubbing some of the smiling faces with her finger, she wondered if all of them were dead. A tear poured down her face knowing that she was all a part of this. She remained quiet knowing no matter what identity she took, how many times she bled herself to be rid of her dirty heritage; she would always be part of Umbrella.

After a long day outside the girl sits with her German Shepard. Her other one ran away and she was happy that her grandfather brought her another companion. She looks at the time and realizes it is time for her recital. The small girl once again plays the guitar for her grandfather. He smiles as he sits in the bar room with her, once of the rooms left vacant only for him. She grins brightly as he tells her to play a tune, Beethoven her favorite of the Classical period. "Moonlight Sonata" pours throughout the room. Afterwards automatically the girl plays "Romantic Guitar" made none other than Chopin. Before she can finish the lovely tune another worker comes in to take time away from her precious grandfather. She frowns knowing that he has begun to change, ever working on his projects and not seeming to be his old self. The intruder was wearing a lab coat and had blonde hair. Prescription glasses cover his eyes and he wears an anxious look on his face. She had seen this man many times before. He was in the doorway motioning her grandfather to come, calling him "sir" as most employees did. Behind the man with glasses was another man with blonde hair. He wore sunglasses and had an eerie expression upon his face at all times. Lowering his glasses he shoots a glance at the small girl, his smile broadening with her jump of surprise. The elderly man pats the child on the shoulder and tells her to wait there, and then leaves with the other to men she had seen a few times before. Against the rules that her grandfather created she follows them quietly to the main hallway. There her grandfather meets what seems to be a family. All with blonde hair, a father, a son, and a daughter. The little red head looks down upon the new guests. The blonde girl is in front, she is guessed to be around 14 is greeted by the old man with high regard. He shakes her hand and she takes it, looking at the man with little excitement. The father of the girl stands behind her, a hand on her shoulder beaming over her. And then the son seems to be forgotten. Only there clutching ever so desperately to the young girl's free hand. The scientist with the glasses looks at them with disgust, the man with sunglasses only smiles with the same eerie look as always. A few words are exchanged between the older men, and soon another worker brings up a package. He tries to hand it to the blonde girl but she turns her nose from it, insisting her brother take it as some sort of slave. The little red head still hiding away above decides to disappear again; they will be leaving soon as all guests do. Besides those children don't look the type that would get along with her, or with many people in fact.

Samantha snapped out of her alternate world and look to the stairs leading to the exiting door. She stepped up the old stairs looking up at the creator of Umbrella, Lord Ozwell Spencer. Rain smacked against the window as thunder crashed outside. Samantha reached the top and stared at the painting eye to eye. She let another tear fall as she looked into his eyes. She tried to admit so many times that she hated him and what he did, but always she knew that long ago she loved him. After so much thought she looked into the eyes that she shared and whispered "Grandfather why did you do all this?"

WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!! She's the Granddaughter of none other than Lord Ozwell Spencer! Were you surprised? I wonder which paragraph it took you to realize. Hopefully you were guessing for a while. If you didn't notice this is where my poem fits in that I wrote in the first chapter. I'm so crazy! I know that it would never happen that Spencer having a granddaughter, but I think it's an interesting twist in the Resident Evil world. And now she wants to destroy what her family created! Pretty original huh? You'll be learning more about Samantha's past and the reason how she devoted herself to the destruction of Umbrella in later chapters. Remember Leon is still oblivious to all of this ahhhhhhh! Well I hope you enjoyed! Please leave me a review of what you think of it. AMP P.S. I'm real sorry about the verb tense if that bothered you, I did contemplate going back and changing it, but I am just far too lazy lol.