Vampire Night – By Ashford2ashford
Part Four – The Dream of a Nightmare

Pairing(s): Alfred/Alexia suggestion

Rating: R for violence and gore

Disclaimer: Resident Evil is not mine. I might have Alfred as a personal contact, but that's as far as my owning him goes…well…it's not even that really…ahem…I don't own this.

Other Blab: This is for Shady777 to beta. If it doesn't have any problems with it, then it'll stay the same. Thanks Shady, you lovely friend you!

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"Do you love me Alfred?"

"Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I can't sleep Alfred. Do you love me?"

"Of course I do. Why do you think otherwise?"

"I don't. I just…I've noticed a change in your personality…"

"And? I've had a change in body and soul. I've just killed him, Alexia. With my own hands. Why? I promised I wouldn't let my…condition change anything."

"You did what it was in your instinct to do. I would have done the same."

"We're cursed. And now I think Hunk suspects something."

"Then get rid of him, brother."

"WHAT? No! Hunk is my friend…"
"Then make him one of us…"

"Alexia…"

"We can be one big happy family…"

"No…I won't listen. I made you what you are! I'm in control."

"Correction…'were' in control…"

Alfred Ashford looked up, his blue eyes reflecting fear as Alexia Ashford seemed to grow around him, shift control of the curse to herself, begin to take over his mind, and make him hers once more. He almost wished he hadn't killed his creator. He needed her now. Needed her to tell him right from wrong. He might not have created Alexia is she were here now.

His sister rose to the ceiling, her arms spread out in ecstasy, her eyes wide with the power flowing in and out of her veins – alive with the very feeling of her newfound abilities – her mouth open in that triumphant smile of glory and passion, so that the scene was almost too unreal…

"Power, dear brother. Power. With Scott Harman dead, we shall both seize control of this island. If your 'Hunk' gets in the way, then we shall kill him. Kill…kill…kill…

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"NO!" Alfred awoke with a start, his face pale like always, his eyes wide and aware, like always, and his sweat refusing to come…like it would always be from now on. Alexia lay next to him, her breathing soft, her eyes closed in the deep sleep. Alfred looked over her with passion in his eyes and then smiled softly, stroking her blonde locks from her face with one hand. The smile turned into a relieved one, and then he laughed gently. Alexia was his creation now. They both shared the same immortality, the same curse, the same…dare he say it…love?

"Alexia…" He breathed, gently bringing his cool lips to her soft skin, kissing her forehead gently, as though she were made of porcelain or silk. She stirred in her sleep, murmuring softly, her words ineligible for the time being, until she awoke. Alfred was filled with his passion for her, imagining his face bleeding red with colour as the thought of her…and then he heard his phone going off…

"Alfred. There's been…an incident." It was Hunk. To Alfred's ears, it sounded as though he were half frantic, but hiding it behind his calm voice of reasoning, "Scott Harman…is dead. He was found…by a maid…I'm so sorry, Sir."

"Oh gods…Hunk…I…I just don't know what to say. I'm shocked. I…I shall be there in a second. Where are you?" Alfred feigned sympathy, the only real emotion that of his blood lust and passion for Alexia.

"At the Ashford Mansion Office. We had to move his…body…from its position." Hunk took the bait and now sounded concerned for his friend, Alfred picturing him stood there with the phone raised to one ear, his eyes closed with tears welling up inside them, a pained look of sympathy on his face, one hand massaging his temples so as not to cry further, and his teeth grit in pain. It brought the young vampire pleasure to hear it…so much…pleasure…

"Then I shall be there presently."
He put the phone down, smiled, and retreated from the room, his face that of a humoured murderer…