Disclaimer: I don't own any of the RE characters. *Plots to take over Capcom* …Not now…but SOON!!!
Chapter 10
Heller hung up the phone slowly. This is it. The S.T.A.R.S. team was planning on infiltrating the Brazil HQ during the monthly change. It was true that the facility would be vulnerable those two hours after the old guards are taken off duty and the new ones were stationed. But he would make sure to make it extremely difficult for them to find their way in the building.
Let them come. He smirked. He had the manpower to take them out with no problem at all. He probably wouldn't even have to use the new specimens Umbrella gave him. It would be a pity to miss the X-52 ripping them to shreds…
Leon stood in a tiny room that was lit by only one dim naked bulb hanging from the low ceiling. He looked down at himself; spots of his black shirt were darkened by some kind of liquid. He raised his hands to touch it, when he realized that they were also covered in a liquid; probably the same that was splattered on his shirt. It looked dark, almost black in the low light, but he really couldn't tell. If it wasn't so damn dark… He brought his right hand closer to the bulb; squinting his eyes to get a good look at the color.
Red. It was blood. He was covered in blood. Had he blacked out again? He tried to remember something, anything outside of the room he was in. Nothing. His mind was completely blank.
Shit. His mind spat. He didn't even know where he was. Closing his eyes; he took a few deep breaths, relaxing himself a little. The crampt room smelt odd, like water that had stayed in one place for far too long. There was something else in the air too, something sweet.
The blood… He shook that thought out of his head before it had a chance to feed itself. Getting out of this place was his first priority.
He took a few more deep breaths, this time noticing that the air was think and humid. A short step forward revealed the room was flooded with an inch of water. It sloshed over his boots as he walked along the wall he was closest to. The paint on the wall was old and brown; whole spots of it were missing, showing the gray concrete beneath. It chipped underneath his fingers; the flakes fell to the murky water below.
The smell of the blood was starting to get to him; the way it made his mouth water made him involuntarily shudder. He looked around the room, trying to distract himself with something interesting. A soft glimmer of light came from the middle of the room; the dim overhead light had reflected off of something mirrored. He didn't go over and investigate right away; instead he studied it from afar. It looked like the metal headboard of a bed; most of it was rusted brown, only a few small spots were the original chrome.
The water rippled through the room as he came closer to the object. It was a bed, and from the looks of it, it'd been there for awhile. The blanket that covered it was dirty, most of it covered in brown rust colored spots. It almost looked like dried blood.
Then he finally noticed the person lying in the middle of the mattress. Their pale face stood out in the otherwise dark area. He rushed over to them; the water splashed under his feet as he quickly made his way to the middle of the room. He could barely make out their figure in the darkness, but he could tell that they were chained down; their arms were outstretched and the chains that were wrapped around the person's wrists disappeared underneath the bed.
"Hello?" He said clearly. They were either unconscious, or dead. He leaned closer to the person's face; squinting to try and make out their features.
"Claire?!" His eyes widened.
Claire's head turned towards him, but her eyes remained closed.
"God…Claire…." He whispered as his hands gently caressed her cheeks. Her body temperature was extremely low despite the fact that half of her body was covered in the thick blood-splattered blanket. The white tee-shirt she was wearing matched the blanket almost perfectly; it was also splattered the rust colored substance. "Claire, sweetie, open your eyes."
But she didn't open her eyes; instead her head remained focused on his. Her lips moved but no sound came out. "Help me" she mouthed.
Leon nodded. "Okay, it'll be okay Claire." He dropped to his knees, soaking his pants with the brown water. He gently squeezed her hand before sliding underneath the bed to find out what the chains were connected to. The foul smelling water soaked his back, but he didn't care; all that mattered now was Claire.
It was pitch black under the bed; the mattress didn't allow any light to work with. He grabbed the chain where it wrapped around to the bottom of the bed and followed it to the point where it stopped. But instead of being wrapped around something like he'd thought, it was had been welded to a metal bar underneath the mattress. He checked the chain on the other side to find it was the same as the first.
Who could've done this? He asked himself as he pulled on them, trying to free Claire. Neither would break free of the metal post that it was fused to.
Leon slid out from underneath the bed and brought his head up to Claire's level. "I can't break them; I'll have to get them off your wrists somehow."
She didn't acknowledge she understood; her eyes were still closed, the expression on her face still blank. Again she mouthed out the words "help me".
He squeezed her hand again. "Claire, talk to me sweetie; say something." The desperation was clear in his voice. Nothing. Her lips didn't move. "Who did this to you?"
Claire's eyes shot open; the color had disappeared from them, replaced by a milky white; giving the illusion that her eyes had rolled back into her head. Her mouth opened and the voice that came out didn't sound like Claire's; it was deep and raspy. "You did."
Leon shot up in his bed, breathing heavily. He looked around and was relieved to find he was back in his bedroom. Just a dream… He yawned and rolled over; completely forgetting that Claire was lying next to him. As he rolled on top of her, she let out a small yelp.
"Sorry," he grinned. "I tend to hog the bed."
Claire looked up at him and smiled warmly. "That's okay." She propped her head up with her hand. "What time is it?"
Leon looked at his watch. "Eight thirty." He replied. "David should be finished with breakfast by now, why don't you go grab something to eat?" He brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face.
She yawned. "Okay, you want me to get you anything?"
"Nah, I'm not really hungry." He smiled warmly.
Claire nodded, scooted off of the bed and got dressed. She smiled at him before walking out the door.
As soon as it closed, Leon flopped his head back down on the pillow. He'd gotten fifteen minutes of sleep the night before, and had been thinking all night before that. Thinking about what he'd done to Claire; thinking about what he'd become.
You're a vampire, admit it. His mind whispered. He sighed loudly rubbed at his temples. That's what this god damned virus turned me into; a vampire.
He couldn't believe what he'd done to Claire the night before. He'd drank her blood almost to the point of death, and loved it. And that dream… He didn't want to think about that. He could still taste the blood in his mouth, and it still tasted wonderful.
And what about Claire? He asked himself. Had he ruined her life as well? Was she infected? He prayed that he hadn't put that burden on her shoulders; but knew that she probably was. If a zombie bites you, you turn into one; if I bite you, you turn into me.
He rolled over on his side and closed his eyes. The smell of Claire's blood radiated off of the blanket, causing his mouth to water. He pushed the thought aside and tried to focus on a less depressing subject.
The door opened suddenly, interrupting his thoughts. Claire stepped in empty handed, and closed the door behind her. "Ugh, I hate over-easy." She made a mock disgusted face as she walked towards him.
Leon looked into her eyes. Those eyes held so much compassion. No one had ever loved him like Claire did. How could he have—
"What?" Claire smiled shyly, blushing lightly.
He opened his mouth, but the words didn't come at first. "Claire…" He swallowed hard. Should he tell her? Would she forgive him? He reached for her hand, squeezing gently. "Claire, I love you so much…" He paused for a moment, but before he could start again, Claire placed a finger over his lips.
A sultry smile spread across her face. "I know Leon…" She stepped back and unzipped her jeans, sliding them down her legs slowly. She got into bed with Leon and kissed him gently; at first lightly, then after a few moments she put more passion into it. Her soft lips found their way to his neck, her tongue darted over his skin sending shivers up and down his spine.
Leon rolled on top of her, instinctively taking the dominant position. Claire continued to kiss, lick, and nibble on his neck as he began to unbutton her shirt from the bottom. Her hips bucked forward suddenly, it took Leon by surprise the way she was grinding into him. She breathed heavily into his ear, it almost sounded like she was panting.
Claire's leg wrapped around his as she bucked against him again, moaning lightly into his ear. He slid off her shirt slowly after he was finished unbuttoning it, and threw it to the floor. He kissed her gently. "Claire…are you—
"Yes!" She yelled; a mixture of pleasure and anxiety. She wrapped her arms around his waist, grinding against him again.
He kissed down her neck, hoping that was had happened the night before didn't happen again.
So…yeah…I know, I know, there's been an over abundance of sex lately, but there's an explanation for it. Later, I promise. In case you couldn't tell, the nightmare was inspired by Silent Hill; I've been playing the hell out of that lately.