Releasing the Demon
"She's infected, on a massive scale," Alice stated calmly, as if she were talking about the weather. Jill looked, horrified, at the girl whom she felt so protective of. God, no, this could not be happening.
"How do you know?" she asked voice a bit harsh. She didn't want to believe that this poor child would go through what Peyton did. No, not again; she couldn't handle it happening again, especially not to someone so young.
"Because she is to." Replied the child, very matter of fact. And Jill's world crashed down around her.
30 minutes earlier
Lights flashed and flickered at the corners of her vision, creeping through the grated windows and making her twitch every couple of steps. The muscles in her jaw clenched tighter and tighter with every second, and she had to force her breaths to come out even and quiet. 'Stop being so jumpy, Valentine,' she scolded herself, grinding her teeth to keep her other emotions at bay; getting upset would only serve in making her sloppy. After all, since exiting the car they hadn't seen any sign of actual undead, and she had made sure she killed the last one they had encountered… But again, as she quickened her decent into the bowels of the School, she couldn't help but imagine the shadows twisting and morphing, becoming his face. She bit back a sob.
Peyton; God, it hurt so much. She had known it would come to that, but, deep down she hadn't wanted to believe. No, not her friend, not him. He, who had been nothing but kind and caring to her since they had first met in the Academy. He whom had covered for her when that whole mess with Redfield had gone down. The guy who had actually held her hair back as she paid homage to the porcelain God when she had over indulged the night before graduation, and had made sure she made it on time the next morning. The man whom she trusted with everything, surly he was above the horror that the Virus brought. The sight of his bullet riddled, twitching body filled her mind's eye again, and she bit back a whimper.
"Fuck," Jill Valentine whispered thickly, walking the last three yards to the dead end wall and leaning her arm and forehead on it. She was in no shape to be here alone, she could barely see through the tears that threatened to fall, and she was sure she was making too much noise with her uneven breathing. It seemed that all her police training was failing her when she needed it the most. She had to pull herself together and look for the girl. Taking a deep breath, she turned, so her back was pressed securely against the cold tiles. That's right; she had to get it together, if not for her own sake, then for that poor, helpless child.
"What are you doing?" a cool voice asked, startling her out of her thoughts. Blue-grey eyes snapped to the side, and were greeted with the sight of a very irritated Alice. "If I was a fucking zombie, you'd be dead! Why was your guard down?" the woman continued harshly, sounding almost scared. Scared, for her? Jill knew that was ridiculous.
"I-I" she stammered, voice still heavy with grief.
"You-You, what?" Alice growled, striding determinedly to her and pushing into her personal space, until they were almost touching. The ex-policewoman pressed herself into the wall, as if to escape. "That was stupid Valentine; you're the only other experienced fighter we have."
For a few moments she felt chastised, like a child caught slacking off instead of doing her chores. But then anger flared in her as she remembered what had happened earlier. She embraced the emotion, nurturing it, until it became a rage that was completely out of proportion with the situation. Anger she could deal with; anger burned away the pain. Peyton was dead, the City was in shambles, and damned if this bitch wasn't going to pay.
"Fuck you." Jill snapped, hands lashing out and shoving the taller woman away. "Fuck you!" With a speed that surprised even the part of Alice that had been Ada Wong, Jill was upon her, hands clenched into fists, pounding at her blindly. "He's dead! He's fucking dead, you stupid fucking whore!" she cried, raining blows on the stunned woman's face and chest.
With a grunt, Alice pulled back, impressed with the accuracy and strength behind the attack. She felt her heart twinge in empathy for the grieving woman. "Listen to me Valentine; we have to look for the girl. This has to wait until we are out of the City; it's not safe to do this right now." She reasoned, holding out a placating hand, and approaching the gasping police officer.
With an unintelligible cry, Jill rushed forward. Instead of dodging to the side and striking, as her instincts screamed at her to do, she let the smaller body slam into her, using the momentum to spin and trip the distraught woman. Catching her in her arms, the ex soldier held on, refusing to give when the body in her arms began to struggle.
"He's gone, he's gone for good. He was so kind, and now he's fucking gone." Came the broken whimper, and Alice could only nod. They had all lost someone. Jill sagged in her arms, sobbing, and she moved them forward, propping the woman against the wall again.
She tried desperately to calm her racing heart, instincts and fear warring in her. When she had seen the sagged form of the RPD Officer leaning against the wall, her mind had flashed back to that moment on the train, when she had lost hope. White hot terror had flashed through her, and when she saw Jill still alive, she had realized something. She had to keep the other woman alive. Something inside her had decided that she cared for the feisty brunette, because of, or maybe despite her similarities to Rain, and she refused to let her die.
"I'm sorry, so sorry… I couldn't save you, I'm so sorry," Jill whispered, the words breaking Alice's heart. In that moment, she made a decision.
"Jill," Alice said softly, slipping a finger under the smaller woman's chin. When she got no answer, she gently lifted her face, so she could look into blurry eyes, turned grey with emotion. When no resistance was offered, she rubbed her thumb along the trembling jaw beneath it. "I'm sorry." And for a second time, their lips met. Much like the first time, Alice felt the other woman struggling against her, and, much like the first time, shortly, Jill Valentine was surrendering to her lips.
After a moment, they both pulled back, gasping for air. "Why?" the policewoman asked, voice small and almost frightened sounding. Alice smiled, cupping her face and resting their foreheads against one another.
"Because you need it, need the release; because maybe I am selfish and want you; and because maybe you don't deserve to suffer every second." She replied honestly.
"Because maybe you wanted me to shut the fuck up and get in line?" Jill added bitterly, still and rightfully angry; they both flinched. The taller woman nodded, knowing it was easier – so much less confusing for them both – this way.
"Yeah," she replied, schooling her voice, so it became flat, monotone. "Maybe."
"Go to hell, you-" Alice moved forward quickly, claiming the smaller woman's lips and swallowing the rest of her words. Jill kissed back, roughly, angrily, biting at lips and plunging her tongue down the other woman's throat. With a grunt, Alice crushed her soon-to-be lover into the wall, grinding into her hips unforgivingly hard and forcing a thigh between her legs. She felt the other woman shudder and press back, chuckling as hands began to claw at her back.
With a growl, Jill brought her hands around, trying to shove them into Alice's clothing. "Ah, ah, ah." she chided, capturing the questing appendages in one of her own, and bringing them to rest above their heads. "I'm in charge here, Valentine." She said, squeezing the wrists she held to underline her point. "Behave." It was a command, and they both knew it; she could almost taste the defiance rolling off of the police officer. "Try anything again, and maybe I'll decide I like to hear you scream in pain instead of pleasure." She promised, knowing she didn't mean it, but also knowing that her lover didn't recognize that. She could swear she saw the shorter woman flinch, but the anger in her eyes made it hard to tell.
Releasing her hands, Alice leaned forward, covering the smaller body with hers and trying to kiss the woman's sweet lips again. She could, she admitted to herself, become addicted quickly. Jill moved her face to the side, avoiding the kiss. She felt her heart tear at the rejection, but went with it anyway, raining down soft almost caresses along the shorter woman's jaw and down her neck, before returning upwards and taking her bottom lip between her teeth.
They both bit down at the same time, groaning at the pain that melted into a perverse sort of pleasure as Alice let one hand slip down and cup Jill through her shorts. She pulled back, licking the blood off of her lips and wincing at the sting of the sensitive broken flesh. "Like to play rough, do we?" she asked, voice husky as her arousal spiked. Jill only smiled, refusing to answer.
Growling, Alice slipped her hand into Jill's pant, past her underwear. She watched with satisfaction as the other woman's eyes rolled up and closed, purring as she idly dragged her finger through the wetness she found. "Well, well, well; I see that we do." With her free hand, she grabbed her lover's hair, forcing her head into the wall with a soft thud, and latching onto her neck.
"God yes," Jill hissed, arms coming around to wrap around Alice's back.
Alice grunted as she felt a hand slip down and in between her legs, and responded with a light pinch to slick, hyper sensitive flesh. Jill gasped, grinding into her hand. "What did I tell you?" she demanded, nipping at the pink shell of her lover's ear, and teasingly tracing her wetness, but refusing to use anything more then light pressure. Before she could reply, her mind filtered a sound beyond their frustrated whimpers and heavy breathing. "Jill, be quiet," she instructed, pulling back enough to focus, and extending her senses.
After an eternity of tense, alert moments, she let herself relax again. She sensed nothing out there. "Please," she heard Jill whisper, and turned back, surprised at the level of arousal she detected.
"Well, since you asked so nicely." She said, claiming bruised lips in a quick kiss, before moving downward, trailing nips and licks until she reached the edge of fabric. Her free hand came and, cupping a straining mound. "Not enough time," she whispered, regretfully, moving her hand away; Jill groaned in disappointment.
She sank to her knees slowly, resisting the urge to tear at the cloth before her with her teeth. The smell of Jill's pleasure teased her senses, driving her wild. With a grunt, she shoved down her shorts, snorting in frustration when they would only go down as far as the bottom of the thigh holsters. "Fuck it, no time," she muttered, burying her face into the wet warmth.
At the first touch of lips on her overheated flesh, Jill screamed, quickly slapping a hand over her mouth to silence herself. Her head snapped back, slamming into the unforgiving tile, and she saw stars. She felt fingers pressing into her, finding almost no resistance as they entered her all the way. Something warmer stroked determinedly at the bundle of nerves above her entrance, sending waves of white hot delight through her, and her hands found the back of Alice's head. Her legs began to tremble, and she could feel herself falling.
Alice was in heaven. Never had she tasted something so divine, and never had she felt as powerful as she did now, on her knees, fingers buried deep in velvety warmth. She could feel her own need throbbing at her, but she pushed it back, concentrating on the woman before her. She flicked her tongue out quickly, before dragging it downward to join her fingers, pushing it in with them briefly. She felt hands clenching her hair, pulling her closer, and she knew Jill had been on the edge too long tease her anymore.
'Her mouth, my God!' Jill thought, panting loudly, leaning her weight completely against the wall in an effort to stay upright. "Please, Alice, GOD!" she whimpered, feeling the other woman pull her fingers out. She felt herself being opened, exposed. 'Oh. My. GOD!' her mind screamed as she was speared by her lover's tongue. She felt the muscle thrust deeply into her, curling and twisting, finding every one of her inner most pleasure points. Flashes of light appeared before her eyes, and she yanked on Alice's ears, trying to fuse with her.
Alice pulled her tongue back, flattening it and firmly running it over Jill's clit. "Jesus!" she heard vaguely through the fists that covered her ears, and she smiled, sucking hard and reveling in the intense convulsions going through her partner. She knew she had her now, and with a final deep thrust, she pulled back and bit the small organ lightly. The police officer seemed to freeze, every muscle clenching tightly.
Just as she began to relax, Alice felt her tense again. A moment later, she heard gun fire, and turned to see the twitching corpse, of what must have been a teacher, slide bonelessly to the floor. She stood quickly, catching Jill as she began to fall. "Got…got your back," the trembling woman whispered, trying to get her body under control.
They stood there quietly for long moments, each trying to get herself back under control. Gently, Alice helped the smaller woman pull on her shorts and straighten out her top, running her hands softly over her curves, unable to get enough of her. With shaking hands, Jill reached into an unnoticed pocket and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, offering it to Alice first. Smiling, the ex soldier took the last remaining stick. "Last one, you sure?" she asked, putting it in her mouth. Jill only nodded, pulling out a match book. With a snap, two matches sparked to life, and she carefully lit her lover's cigarette.
"Enjoy."
"Where are the others?" Alice asked, taking a small drag and holding her breath. She let the acrid smoke sit in her lungs, burning them, supposedly causing irreparable damage. She knew better, but savored the temporary destruction.
"Shit!" Jill cursed, closing her eyes briefly. "I left them upstairs; they're searching the upper floors." Alice nodded.
"Go check on them, make sure they weren't eaten. I'll take the rest of the basement, and then meet up, all right." Jill nodded, dashing away. Before she had gotten 10 feet, she turned back.
"Thank you." And then, she was gone.
Sighing, Alice leaned against the wall, still warm from her lover's body. Sad black eyes flashed in her mind, and she fought back emotion.
"Thank me by not getting killed." She whispered, and did something she hadn't done in a very long time. She prayed.
TBC
