TWO: Lost In Nightmares, Part Two
SNAFU'S NOTES: As of this moment, the rating has gone up from T to M, as there is a sex scene at the end of the chapter. Plus, Chris and Jill perform a couple of Street Fighter moves. See if you can find them.
[Flashback]
B.S.A.A. Headquarters - London, England. Six hours earlier…
Founded by eleven survivors of Umbrella's bioweapons program as a means of combating the rise of viruses and bio-organic weapons used as weapons in the wake of Umbrella's destruction, the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance originally had its start as a paramilitary agency, before it was taken over by the United Nations and funded by the Global Pharmaceutical Consortium.
As a majority of the B.S.A.A.'s Special Operations Units consisted of mostly Vampires and Werewolves, with a couple of them being Special Operations Agents, it was also evident that the various Vampire Covens and Houses also funded the B.S.A.A., along with most of the Werewolf Tribes and Lycan Clans.
As one of the so-called 'Original Eleven,' Jill Valentine enjoyed the perks that came with the position.
Yet, she also hated surprises.
In all the years she and Chris had been together, Chris knew this. But he remained silent as he and Jill made their way to Conference Room B, having been summoned their by an unknown party once the annual meetings with the other nine members of the Original Eleven had concluded.
Chris kept silent, not answering Jill as to who was waiting for them. Even he was confused as to who would summon them.
Jill was more than annoyed. Whoever it was that had summoned them had something worth her while, or else someone will pay for it.
The answer came sooner than expected as Jill followed Chris into Conference Room B.
The conference room was smaller, used for executive-level meetings. At the far end of the room, a man and a woman awaited their arrival. The man was standing, while the woman sat on the edge of the hardwood table, the pair conversing in Japanese. Jill recognized them both instantly, the pieces falling into place. Both were Japanese in origin, the man being an Immortal, his father being the kami of storms, Susanoo no Mikoto. Tanned, well-built and standing two inches shorter than Chris, with short dark brown hair, the beard trimmed. He was more at home in either a yukata or a hakama, but the three-piece midnight blue suit was custom-made for his muscular frame, the shirt black, the necktie a stormy gray (think Mr. Hinx's suit from Spectre). His golden-brown eyes showed intelligence and awareness of his surroundings.
The pair of black leather gloves completed the outfit. Mainly because it was a lot easier to hide the numerous bite marks on his hands and wrists left behind from his wives feeding on him. Hiding the bites on his hands were a lot easier than trying to explain why there were teeth marks on his neck, despite his being able to heal. The ID badge – a fake, but a damn good one, Chris and Jill had to admit – was pinned on his jacket, showing that he was part of the B.S.A.A.'s Far East Branch.
Ryu Houshi was a man of many talents. Jill knew his background like the back of her hand, as her mother spoke highly of him. Underneath his 'the fight is all' persona, was a shrewd and cunning man. Multilingual, intelligent and a formidable martial artist, proficient in several styles, among them being Japanese swordfighting, Shotokan Karate and Muay Boran. According to Chiyome, Ryu – along with Ken and Chun-Li – were masters of an ancient martial art called Ansatsuken, a fighting style with the ability to kill an opponent in a single strike. Ryu and Ken were the masters of the traditional style of Ansatsuken taught to them by the Akuma brothers, Gouken and Gouki. Chun-Li was a master of the So and Ki styles, with Gen as her teacher.
Given that he was the son of Susanoo, it was no surprise that he also had the power of the storms itself.
To the public at large, he owned a martial arts dojo and participated in martial arts tournaments all over the world – both legal and illegal – whilst moonlighting as an archaeologist in his spare time.
"Deception," Chiyome told Jill one day, the topic being the man in question. "No one would suspect someone like Ryu Houshi to run an information network alongside his wives, let alone wield a considerable amount of power and influence. He knows not to flaunt his power, only to reveal it when necessary."
That was another thing. He, Mai and Chun-Li were obscenely wealthy, having built their fortunes over the centuries. Ken had jokingly suggested that he and his co-wives could start a zaibatsu, given how rich they were. But that wasn't their style. They did, however, owned several businesses and funded various research projects through the Masters Foundation (of which Ryu also invested in), among them being several nightclubs that catered to humans and vampires, a chain of love hotels situated in Japan's various red light districts and several locations throughout Asia (Mai's idea), two okiyas – geisha training schools – in Tokyo, Osaka, and Hiroshima (again, Mai's idea), a couple of massage parlors (Mai and Chun-Li's idea), various Chinese restaurants throughout Japan and Metro City (Chun-Li's idea), and several fitness and training studios (Ryu's idea). As Mai was into Yoga, her classes were popular with the female university students.
He was also – according to Chiyome – quite the notorious hedonist before settling down, putting even Ken to shame. It was also something that he shared with his Japanese-born wife. His tendencies had curbed over the years, but he still had a healthy sex life with both wives.
'At least he didn't show up in his gi and headband,' Chris thought. 'He would've stuck out like a sore thumb.'
'At least he and Mai aren't making out in here,' Jill thought, remembering a story Guile had told them about the man and his second wife were caught making out in one of the Master Foundation's conference rooms back in Metro City.
At least they had their clothes on when Guile and Ken walked in on them. As bad as Ryu and Mai was, the Celt-born Immortal, Cody Travers and his two vampire lovers, were much, much worse.
The woman that accompanied the man was a vampire. And unlike Jill, who was a living vampire, the woman was of the undead variety, a Pureblood. However, as she had the blessings of the sun goddess Amaterasu, she was able to walk in the daylight without turning to ash.
Her skin wasn't as pale as a lesser vampire (the Dimitrescu sisters being a prominent example), but rather the color of alabaster (think Lulu from FFX); a rather exotic shade of pale. Jill guessed that her color probably had something to do with having Immortal blood as part of her diet. Red eyes watched both Jill and Chris as they entered the conference room. Like her husband, the Japanese vampiress was clad in a red skirt suit, the skirt ending halfway down her thighs, showing plenty of leg, and a pair of high-heels. Like her husband, she also sported a fake B.S.A.A. ID badge, as it was fastened to her jacket. Given her and her husband's past sexual habits, Chris and Jill both suspected that she was wearing nothing underneath the jacket and skirt.
A former understudy of Chiyome Mochizuki, Mai Shiranui was the head of the Shiranui Clan and Grandmaster of Shiranui-ryuu Ninjitsu. When Chiyome left Japan, she had left the information network to Mai. Over the centuries, with the help of Ryu and Chun-Li, the information network grew exponentially. Like Ryu, Mai was a jack-of-all trades, her past occupations being a geisha, a masseuse, and a musician, her favorite instrument being the kokyu (Japanese violin) alongside Ryu.
She was also devoted to both her husband and co-wife. It also helped that she enjoyed a sexual relationship with Ryu in the past and was strongly attracted to Chun-Li, of which was reciprocated. Mai was easy to get along with, but she can be ruthless and sadistic to anyone who threatened her or her family. Mai's personality was summarized by Chris in a truthful, albeit crude quote: "The only thing bigger than her tits is her heart."
Ryu was a lot worse, if pushed. Jill remembered one story told by her mother about how he had butchered a murderous warlord centuries earlier after said cousin made the mistake of coming after Ryu's family, killing his children and violating his first wife before his eyes, Ryu unable to do anything as his family's killers severed his spine at the neck before decapitating him. But Japanese Immortals could only be killed if the Japanese Pantheon stripped the immortals of their immortality.
Even Jill had to admit that Ryu's vengeance was justified. Justified and sanctioned by the gods. He butchered the warlord's entire household, but left the man in question alive, but only after gouging his eyes out, dismembering his limbs and castrating him. When asked why he left the perpetrator alive after butchering his entire household by Chris and Jill, Ryu replied that "not only he wanted the bastard to feel what he felt when everything he held dear was taken away from him, but that no one would be left alive to take revenge."
As for the warlord, he fell into madness after losing everything and died in obscurity.
But Jill's curiosity was piqued. Here, were two-thirds of the Triumvirate, inside their conference room. The last Chris and Jill heard of the Triumvirate, they - along with Guile, Ken and several others - were busy hunting down the remnants of Shadowlaw, following Bison's demise. It was also thanks to the Triumvirate, that Ken Masters had dodged a bullet. Like Ryu, Ken was an Immortal, his father being Kagutsuchi, the Japanese kami of fire, his mother a Dutch sorceress who resided in Nagasaki.
It also explained why Ken had a thing for hot witches, as his wife was one.
Whilst funding the development of Nayshall, the Triumvirate - through the Anglo-Irish dhampyr Cammy White - discovered that Ken's business partner was originally Shadaloo's accountant, and heir to Bison's Psycho Power. JP's scheme to set Ken and the Masters Foundation up for terrorist attacks in Nayshall had been thwarted and after a long, drawn out battle, Ken opted out of incinerating JP with his pyrokinesis and settled for driving a Nayshalli sword into his skull.
Ironically enough, Wesker had gotten in contact with JP and his terrorist organization, and JP was poised to financially back Wesker's bioterrorism and research. However, those plans came to a halt with JP's demise, which had all but infuriated Wesker.
Chris whistled. "Nice suit, Ryu."
Ryu's brown-golden eyes measured Chris. "You look to be in good health, Captain Redfield." His English was perfect, with a hint of a Japanese accent.
Chris shrugged his shoulders. "Given my mate's antics, that in itself is a miracle." He grunted as Jill punched his arm. "See what I mean?"
Ryu chuckled. "Of that, I can relate. You have one vampire for a wife. I have two. Even now, the both of them are unpredictable. Between Mai and Chun, I am their devoted husband one minute..." At that, he paused to raise one hand, the glove now removed. Chris and Jill noted the recent bite marks on his palms and wrist, of which were starting to fade. "...and glorified juicebox the next."
Chris barked out a laugh at that. That was something he could also relate to. With Jill, she either wants to fuck him or eat him. Sometimes, both at the same time. He lost count over how many times he was left bedridden when Jill decided to feed on him mid-coitus.
At that, Mai pouted. "I'm not that bad," she said, her English made husky with her Japanese accent. She then added, "It's not our fault that your blood is so... intoxicating. At least you come back to life whenever Chun or I drain you dry."
Ryu fought the urge to role his eyes as he lowered his hands. "Between the two of you, I cannot win." He then acknowledged Jill, slipping his glove back on his hand. "Captain Valentine."
Jill nodded. "Ryu-san." She turned to Mai. "Shiranui-san." It came to her out of habit. As she was half-Japanese, she fell back into using the basic honorific for Ryu and Mai.
Mai responded in kind, using the Japanese pronunciation of Jill's surname. "Barentain-san." She then answered the unspoken question from Jill. "If you're looking for Chun-Li, she is not here. She is visiting Cammy, both her and Li-Fen."
That explained the absence of her rival. Shame. Jill wanted to settle the score between herself and the Chinese vampire princess.
"That and every once in a while, I help Ken with Masters Foundation business, hence the suit," the bearded Japanese Immortal clarified. "But that is neither here or there. I'm here at Guile's request."
Chris blinked. "The Colonel?" Even now, Chris still addressed William Guile by his rank. While Chris Redfield was Guile's former pupil in all things Lycan, Guile was Ryu's cousin-in-law, as both Julia Guile and Elizabeth Masters were sisters, Eliza having married Ken Masters.
Ryu nodded. "I owed Will a favor and I will honor that debt. We found him."
"You found him?" Chris repeated.
"Who? Wesker?" Jill demanded, now interested.
"Not Wesker," Mai replied. "Although we have encountered the man in the past. Tried to gain an alliance with JP. When Ken ended up killing JP, he had the gall to attack Ryu. He is quite uninteresting, seeing as how my beloved husband was able to thrash him soundly."
"It's true. You're aware of the hidden NEST facility that the B.S.A.A. found in Nayshall?" Ryu asked. When Chris and Jill both nodded, "That was Wesker's most recent hideout. With Wesker losing both his hideout and JP's financial backing, he decided to lash out at me, due to my friendship with Ken."
"Yup, sounds like Wesker, all right," Jill muttered, "If he can't target you directly, he will go after your loved ones, if only to hurt you."
Ryu smirked. "He ambushed me and my wives. I fought him, while Chun and Mai watched. Seven minutes was all I could spare to teach him his place. I could've killed him, but that would have robbed you and Chris of your chance settle your vendetta with him, as the both of you have the stronger claim. Still, I took pleasure in shattering his delusions of grandeur. However, he managed to escape Nayshall before the B.S.A.A. were able to apprehend him. Anyway, it's not Wesker's location we had found, but some else entirely."
"Who?" asked Chris.
"None other than the disgraced founder of Umbrella himself," Mai said.
Jill's blue eyes widened. "Ozwell Spencer?"
"The very same." Ryu gave Mai a side glance. The Japanese vampiress produced a manila folder and slid it across the table. "We let out a bit of bait, and someone took it. But you must be quick about it. Spencer is terminally ill. He won't live long enough to face trial. It would be better to just kill him and be done with it."
"So much for trying to obtain immortality," Chris snorted as Jill picked up the folder and opened it, scanning the contents.
"However, you should know that Wesker also has the same intel regarding Spencer's location," Mai said. "Good thing we have informants within the Global Pharmaceutical Consortium. We also managed to find out that in the wake of losing his primary benefactor, your former captain has endeared himself to the regional director of Tricell Africa."
Jill looked up from the file. She knew who exactly Mai was referring to. "Excella Gionne? Seriously? Tricell's among the Consortium that funds the B.S.A.A."
"Excella is ambitious, of which there is no doubt," Mai said. "She desires power at any cost. Even if it means sacrificing innocent lives."
Sure enough, within the files Jill was looking at, were several pictures showing the haughty Anglo-Italian Tricell boss with Wesker.
"We have your mother to thank for that little tidbit, Captain Valentine," Ryu said. "But yes. Excella is firmly in Wesker's camp, and has a hand in the bioweapons market."
"Never really liked that bitch," Jill muttered.
"Then it should please you that Excella Gionne has been marked for termination alongside Wesker," Mai said.
At that, Jill perked up. "Really?"
Ryu nodded. "Really. Best to neutralize a threat before it can become lethal. And the last thing anyone wants is Wesker disrupting the status quo between the humans and the supernatural."
That much was true. The last thing anyone – lycan, vampire, or otherwise – needed was more heat brought down on them.
"It's confirmed. These are termination orders," Chris said, looking at the second set of papers. 'Wesker and his sister, Spencer and Excella."
"From both the Valentin Coven and from us," Ryu said. "Like I said, you and Jill have the greater claim regarding to Wesker. You two may not believe in things such as luck and fortune, but it's more than obvious that Fortune has taken the both of you as pets." He then added to Chris, "No offense."
Chris frowned. "Some taken." His face then straightened up. "Thank you, Ryu."
Ryu nodded his head. "Thank Guile, Captain, not me. Even now, he looks after you, as you were his best student. One more thing..."
One gloved hand went inside his pocket and pulled out a small item. Ryu tossed it at Jill, who caught it. Looking at it, she saw that it was a USB flash drive.
"Video from Nayshall, for your viewing pleasure. First video is of Ken dealing with JP. Second is of my confrontation with Wesker," Ryu explained. "Figured the two of you would like to see it. Although, the second video was not our doing. There was a third party hiding in the shadows, filming. We were sent a copy of the video hours after the event."
"Anyone we know?" Jill asked.
"We have reason to believe that it was Ada Wong," Mai said.
Ada Wong. The enigmatic Chinese-born Immortal who changed sides more than Edmond Honda at a buffet line. She also liked to flirt with Leon, despite him being in a relationship with Claire.
"It's possible," Chris said, rubbing his chin. "We should also consider that it was Ada who dropped the dime on Wesker's Nayshall hideout."
"It's something that even Chun-Li considered, given her own past experiences with the woman," Ryu said, also thoughtful. His expression went serious. "Promise me one thing, though. Make sure to hit the bastards where it hurts."
At that, Jill gave Ryu and Mai a feral grin. "It will be our greatest pleasure."
[End Flashback]
Jill's trip down memory lane was brought to a halt when she felt a gloved hand grip her ankle and began to drag her out of the surf. It wasn't Chris. Jill knew his touch.
No, this touch was hard, cold.
The same hand that had gripped her ankle was the same one that had clamped down on her throat moments earlier.
Albert Wesker was the first to revive. But that didn't worry Jill the slightest. Wesker was making the same mistake that the Wolfpack had done. They thought she was defenseless, helpless. It would prove to be his fatal mistake. All she needed now was the perfect time to strike.
Albert Wesker was the first to recover.
The virus that ran through his veins not only gifted him with superhuman strength and agility, but also a rather impressive healing factor. If he was able to recover from an explosion that burned his face, then being tackled out of a window and crashing into the rocky surf a couple of hundred feet below was nothing to him.
For Wesker, his surviving the fall proved that only he and he alone was worthy of becoming a God.
His body was still sore, but the pain was waning.
Looking around, the former S.T.A.R.S. Captain saw the reason behind his swan dive out the window. The baseball cap was gone, the ponytail now undone. Her body was riddled with numerous cuts, lacerations and bruises.
Then, he heard her groan. Red, catlike eyes widened in surprise. Jill Valentine was still alive. Then again, the Nemesis was unable to kill her. Nicholai Zinoviev was also dead, with Jill as the suspected culprit. The superman walked over to her, grabbed her by one ankle, and dragged her out of the water.
Once they were on dry ground, Wesker crouched down and inspected his former subordinate. He wasn't hearing things earlier. Jill was indeed alive.
"Between you and Chris, I honestly have no idea who I hate more," Wesker mused. "You, Jill, are most certainly in the running. But, despite your stubborn refusal to die, you are quite resilient. Maybe I'll keep you around. You'll make a nice test subject. Who knows? Maybe a few years down the line, perhaps you'll see Chris agai – hurk..."
Wesker never got the chance to finish that sentence. The reason being was that Jill's hand had clamped down on his throat with inhuman force. Wesker tried to break free, trying to use his own superhuman strength to break free from Jill's inhuman grip.
Then, Jill's eyes opened. Wesker's eyes widened once again as crimson began to bleed into the icy blue irises. Then, she rose to her feet, not loosening her grip on Wesker's throat. Once she was back on her feet, Jill effortlessly lifted Wesker in the air until he was a foot off the ground.
"Surprise!" Jill shouted.
Then, with her other hand – now balled into a fist – Jill cold-cocked the superman.
POW.
For Albert Wesker, it was as if Jill had the power of a wrecking ball behind that blow. Not only did it demolished his shades, but also smeared his nose across his face.
But most of all, the blow had actually hurt.
Not only that, the blow had sent him flying ass over teakettle, until he landed hard on his back.
Not even Alexia Ashford had his him that hard. The only person that came close was Lisa Trevor. Yet, Wesker was able to tank both their attacks with little difficulty. But Jill Valentine was a different type of animal.
'Impossible! This is impossible!' Wesker thought as he staggered back to a vertical base. 'Is this the result of her being infected with the T-virus? Did Umbrella transform her into a B.O.W.?! How is she so damn strong?!'
Wesker then went for his gun. The custom-made Beretta 92F Custom 'Samurai Edge.' He didn't bother with the gun until now, as he believed that his godlike abilities would be more than enough to deal with Spencer and his former subordinates.
Wesker flipped off the safety, and took aim at Jill, who did not break her stride. In any case, she looked amused.
Wesker pulled the trigger.
His eyes widened again as Jill appeared to sidestep the bullet, the 9-millimeter parabellum round missing her by scant inches. He fired again. Again, Jill dodged the gunfire, just as he had done when Chris and Jill fired upon him moments earlier. But while Wesker appeared to warp in between the bullets, Jill on the other hand, performed a series of simple gestures, lazily dodging the bullets, rapidly closing the distance between the two…
… until Jill was right up in Wesker's face, eyes glowing red as Wesker's own.
"Too slow."
PUNCH.
Wesker's midsection exploded in pain. The reason being was that Jill had introduced her fist into his torso with bone-breaking force. The force of the blow caused Wesker to lose his grip on his Samurai Edge, Jill kicking the gun away before making Wesker spin a full 360 degrees with a vicious right cross that most definitely dislodged a couple of molars.
Capitalizing on her advantage, Jill went low, her left booted foot striking Wesker's shin, making him stagger. Then, she followed through with a spin kick with her right foot, once again nailing Wesker in the torso. Then, showing off her leg strength, Jill lifted Wesker clean off the ground, twisting her body so that she was doing a perfect vertical split, Wesker dangling from her raised leg. Then, she flung him to the ground.
Wesker rolled out of the way, just as Jill tried to cave in his skull with a booted foot. His own foot lashed out, sweeping Jill off her feet. In an instant, Wesker was back on his own two feet, and delivered a devastating open palm strike to Jill's face, making her spin to the ground.
The reprieve, however, was brief. Jill was back on her feet, but Wesker was already attacking. The traitorous S.T.A.R.S. Commander repaid Jill's earlier right cross with one of his own...
...only for Jill to catch his wrist with one hand. Eyes glowing red in righteous fury, teeth clenched, fangs elongated, the French-born Living Vampire lunged forward. Wesker screamed as Jill's sharpened canines and molars found his neck, drawing blood.
Jill was even considering ripping his throat out – and denying Chris his claim – before Wesker broke free from Jill's grip by driving his knee into her torso, causing her to break her hold on him. Wesker followed with his signature Cobra Strike to Jill's chest, thus creating some distance between himself and his vampiric former subordinate.
Jill chuckled, as she brushed off imaginary dust from her chest. Wesker had hoped that the blow would've knocked her down, but Jill remained upright.
Jill spat out Wesker's blood. "Tainted blood. Not worthy to feed on," she snarled. She chuckled darkly, both her and Wesker circled one another, keep the other in their line of sight. "So, Captain… what do you think? You're not the only one who left Raccoon City with a makeover."
"So Umbrella got their hooks into you after all," Wesker said, clutching at his neck. "A vampire B.O.W.? That's a first."
Jill laughed. "Umbrella had nothing to do with this. For someone as smart as you claim to be, I'm pretty much surprised – no, make that shocked – that it took you this long to discover my true nature. Then again, Forest Speyer was able to figure me out a lot faster than you."
Forest Speyer. Bravo Team's resident sniper and good ol' boy from Alabama. He had been a freelance vampire hunter, with at least seventy vampire kills to his name before coming to Raccoon City, with several of those kills being members of the Valentin Coven's spy network. It was also how Forest was able to find out about Jill.
The one mistake Forest made was that he thought that Jill was a vampire. He even had the gall to blame her for the dead hiker down at the Marble River when confronted. Jill denied it, of course, as she wasn't technically a vampire yet.
Then, Forest had the gall to give her an ultimatum – leave town, or die.
So when Jill found Forest's mangled body within the Spencer Mansion, she felt a sense of relief... and disappointment. For all of his bravado, Forest wasn't brought down by a vampire, but by a murder of virus-laden crows.
So when Forest's corpse reanimated and tried to attack Jill, she took malicious delight in putting a bullet in his skull.
Even though he knew that his healing would close the wound, Wesker still held one hand to his neck. "Impossible. Vampires don't exist."
"And yet, here I am," Jill said. "Fangs, red eyes, superhuman strength and speed. I'm not the only Vampire you met. Remember Nayshall?"
Wesker froze. How in the hell did Jill know about Nayshall?
There had been an Umbrella NEST facility in the developing country that Wesker was using as a hideout for conducting his research into Uroboros, kidnapping the local populace for his experiments. His alliance with JP and Amnesia would've gained him the financial means needed to further pursue his experiments, but Ken Masters brought those plans to a halt when he used a Nayshalli ceremonial sword to dismember his business partner.
Then, a memory came to Wesker. He had decided to target Ken's best friend, as he was unable to get to the man himself. It had been an eye-opening experience for Wesker, as Ryu had effortlessly beaten Wesker, the Japanese martial artist's abilities superior to Wesker's own.
But that was not what Wesker was focused on. No, it had been his two companions – both females, one Chinese, the other Japanese.
Then, it hit him.
That same power that had radiated off of those two women – the bloodlust, the murderous intent – was the same that radiated off of Jill.
Jill mock-clapped. "Ah, you finally figured it out. Those two women were also Vampires. I've only been one for about eight years. Been a dhampyr a little over five hundred years." She struck a pose. "I look good for my age, don't you think? Five hundred is the new twenty-five."
Jill then leapt in the air, spinning her body in a butterfly twist to avoid Wesker's attempt to run his hand through her chest. "No dice. Still too slow, Captain," she said, taunting Wesker with his former title.
Like a cat toying with a mouse before its meal, Jill dodged and parried Wesker's attacks. What infuriated Wesker was that Jill was doing all of this with one hand behind her back, as if he wasn't worth the effort.
Which he wasn't.
A hard strike to the trachea stunned Wesker. Going low, Jill pummeled Wesker's ribcage with a barrage of body shots. The second right cross to the jaw knocked that loose molar from his mouth. The open palm strike knocked him back several feet. Wesker could've sworn that he heard his chest bone crack from the impact.
Jill was starting to get bored. "You claim to be above all men. "You claim to be a God. I've seen far better to have laid claim to that title. You. Are. Nothing."
Another hard blow, and Wesker was sprawled on the ground.
"I expected more out of you, Wesker. What a fucking disappointment," Jill said, her sadistic side starting to emerge. "Everything special about you came from a bottle. If you're not gonna take this seriously, then I'll just kill you. Then, I'm gonna find and eat that Italian bitch." She chuckled darkly at Wesker's shocked look. "Oh, yes. I know all about you in cahoots with Excella. And I'll save your precious sister for last."
Wesker's eyes widened. Alex Wesker wasn't his sister per se, but to Wesker, Alex was the closest thing he had in that regard. After all, it was Alex who had sold Spencer out, not only to Wesker, but inadvertently to the Triumvirate.
Jill's next threat made Wesker see red. "Better yet, I'll pay a visit to Alex on that little island she's hiding out at. Sein Island, wasn't it? Maybe I'll string Alex up by her ankles, open her neck up, and just sit back and watch."
Eyes glowing in rage, Wesker moved in a blur, as if he was warping yet again. But Jill was faster, dodging his attacks. Then, she caught Wesker's wrist in an iron grip.
"Did I touch a nerve, Al?" Jill taunted.
Then, she slammed her head into Wesker's knocking him back.
Jill then readied herself. "Foolish little man. You think you're fast? I'll show you fast."
Jill was faster than Wesker. Much, much faster. It was pure speed, honed over centuries of practice and training. While Wesker looked liked he was teleporting, leaving what appears to be hazy smoke in his wake, Jill literally left after-images that faded after a split-second.
Oh, the irony, Jill realized, as Wesker found himself on the receiving end of a beating he had doled out to herself and Chris mere moments ago back inside Spencer's hideout.
POW.
Pain once again exploded in Wesker's face as he spun 180 degrees from the brutal impact of Jill's fist smashing into his jaw.
Then, Jill was once again in front of Wesker, having already cocked her fist back.
POW.
A second haymaker, causing Wesker to spit out blood, and once again, pirouetting from the blow delivered by Jill.
POW.
Wesker spat out more blood, as Jill's boot struck the other side of his face from an inside crescent kick.
POW.
Wesker spun another 180 agrees from Jill's spinning back kick.
POW.
Jill's uppercut snapped Wesker's head back.
POW.
Wesker felt his spine crack from the brutal impact of Jill's foot impacting the lumbar vertebrae.
POW.
A vicious backhand from Jill, eyes glowing in malicious delight as she took apart Wesker, one blow at a time.
POW.
Another uppercut from Jill, this time launching Wesker straight into the air. Jill leapt after him.
It was a technique created by her mother, Chiyome having been inspired to develop the move after watching a weasel leap from a tree and attack birds from the air back in Japan. Jill knew of its effectiveness, as it left her with many a concussion following Chiyome using it on her. Even Chris had to admit that the move cracked his skull when Jill used it on him.
Some of the other ninjas adopted it as well, after seeing how effective it was in killing a human target, and as a homage to the First Kunoichi herself. Ryu Hayabusa added a spin to his version. Even the Queen of the Makai herself, the succubus Morrigan Aensland, used a variant of the move.
Grabbing Wesker by the waist, Jill used her momentum so that she and Wesker were once again upside-down. With a maniacal grin on her face – and making sure Wesker saw it – Jill dove to the ground, head-first, laughing like a madwoman.
The impact didn't kill Wesker, but it did end up cracking his skull. Jill, surprisingly, was unharmed from the maneuver, as she was able to bounce back to her feet.
"Oops. I think I overdid it," Jill snickered.
Wesker staggered back to his feet. If looks could kill, Jill would've long since been atomized. Jill, for her part, looked amused.
"Remarkable, but futile," Jill said. "And to think, I was holding back. Not much fun in just killing you right off the bat. I should let Chris have that honor."
Despite being used by a punching bag and a test dummy, Wesker was defiant. Battered and half-dead from Jill's brutal onslaught, but still alive. That in itself, all but infuriated Wesker. She was playing with him, like a cat toying with a mouse before pouncing on it and killing it.
'Impossible!' Wesker's mind screamed. 'Even if what she says is true, there's no way that Jill is superior than me! I am a God! The right to be a God is mine!'
Then, he remembered Chris. He's been MIA since his and Jill's suicide dive from the castle.
"Where is Chris indeed?" Wesker sneered. He groaned as his healing factor worked overtime to heal his body from the wounds Jill had dealt him. "Keeping your own secrets from your partner. That's not like you, Valentine. I wonder how Chris would react if he knew that you, of all people, were a Vampire?"
Jill's reaction wasn't one Wesker was expecting. Instead of fear, Jill's expression was one of amusement. "Why don't you ask him yourself?" She then pointed to the looming figure that rose from behind Wesker. "He's right behind you."
The growling behind Wesker sent a chill down his spine. Wesker turned around…
… and found himself face-to-chest with one irate Lycan.
For the first time in his life, Wesker felt fear. Tall as a Tyrant, solid as a rock and very, very pissed off. Albert Wesker saw himself as a practical man. Even the late William Birkin had nicknamed him 'Practical Al' back in their Umbrella days.
Yet, everything he thought he knew – be it about the world or in regards to his former subordinates – was being thrown out the window just as he was some ninety minutes earlier.
Then, Wesker noticed the Lycan's clothing. It was ruined, but he recognized some of the articles the massive wolf had on, but focused mostly on the green vest, which had busted open and was one size away from being ripped apart entirely, and the khaki pants, which below the knees, was tattered and torn.
Both were the same brand of clothing that Chris Redfield wore. Once again, Wesker's eyes widened as the realization hit him harder than Ryu or Jill could ever do.
The massive wolf-man looming over him was Chris Redfield.
It had taken him several minutes, as he had to backtrack from Spencer's study to the beach, but Lycan-Chris was able to track down his mate and his most-hated enemy.
Jill was pretty easy to track, as her favorite perfume was something Chris easily recognized. Lavender and jasmine. But it was Jill's scent that was hardwired into his brain. No matter how much perfume Jill wore – which wasn't a lot, anyway – he knew the scent of his mate. The scent is what made Jill… well, Jill.
Among the Werewolf and Lycan clans, the first signs of romance between a Wolf and their chosen mate was their scent. For a Wolf or a Lycan, their chosen mate just simply smelled right. It was their personal scent, one which made them unique and pleasing to the Wolf. It was how Chris ended up with Jill. It was also how Claire and Leon fell for one another, despite their meeting during the Raccoon Outbreak.
Leon came from a solid Irish-American Lycan Clan based out of New England, of which was a bonus. Then again, Claire had been the feral one out of the bunch. He was less than amused to find out that Claire and Leon's first time was inside the Night Watchman's room during the Raccoon Outbreak.
It was also how William Guile was able to snag his wife. Chris was able to read Jill's mood just by her scent alone.
And from what he was sensing, Jill was having no trouble in dealing with Wesker. If Ryu Houshi was able to thrash Wesker with no difficulty, he could almost imagine what Jill would do to their traitorous commander.
Only difference was that while Wesker was hardly a blip on Ryu's radar, Jill was out for blood. And she was holding her own against Wesker.
"Remarkable, but futile," Jill had said. "And to think, I was holding back. Not much fun in just killing you right off the bat. I should let Chris have that honor."
Jill had noticed him. Wesker didn't. Lycan-Chris stayed low to the ground, stalking Wesker, sneaking up behind him.
"Where is Chris indeed?" Wesker snarled back. "Keeping your own secrets from your partner. That's not like you, Valentine. I wonder how Chris would react if he knew that you, of all people, were a Vampire?"
At that, Jill looked amused. As Lycan-Chris rose to his full height, Jill pointed to him. "Why don't you ask him yourself? He's right behind you."
Lycan-Chris decided to make his presence known with a growl. It had the desired effect on Wesker, who turned around, and saw him in all his Lycan glory.
Wesker was just as annoying as a werewolf hunter. Enough was enough. Chris had enough of him. There would be no reprieve. No escape. Albert Wesker was in his final moments, and he didn't even realize it. Chris and Jill were going to kill him. And they were in no mood of being gentle.
Lycan-Chris didn't waste any time. With a roar, he took a swipe at Wesker's head. While not as fast as Jill, Lycan-Chris was fast enough. And there was plenty of power behind his swing. Had it connected, it would've taken Wesker's head clean off.
Wesker dodged the blow, if only barely. He felt something at his feet. Looking down, he saw his Samurai Edge. Picking it up, Wesker aimed, and fired.
Lycan-Chris grunted as the bullets that were not stopped by his vest, managed to penetrate his torso. It wasn't silver, but it still hurt like crap. Digging them out later on would be a major pain.
CLICK.
The slide on the Samurai Edge snapped back, locking in place. Wesker was out of bullets. In his panic, he had forgotten about Jill. He was quickly reminded of her presence when her booted foot connected with his skull, knocking him down.
Wesker rolled out of the way to avoid getting pounced on by Lycan-Chris. Jill zeroed in on Wesker, fingernails now sharpened to a deadly point. Wesker cried out in pain as Jill's fingers cut deep into the side of his face.
"That's for Enrico and Kenneth," Jill snarled.
Wesker's fist lashed out, catching Jill flush on her jaw, stunning her. His own uppercut knocked Jill down. Then, he screamed yet again as Lycan-Chris' performed a somersault, moving in a green-and-brown blur, his leg extended, the claws severing Wesker's arm at the elbow.
"For Richard and Kevin," Lycan-Chris growled.
Eyes glowing red, Jill performed a kip-up, and was back on her feet. With a roar, Jill raised one leg and brought it down with bone-crushing force. Wesker screamed as he felt his kneecap get obliterated. He screamed even louder as one claw swipe from Lycan-Chris severed his left arm at the elbow, slicing through flesh, bone and sinew with little effort.
"That's for Brad and Joseph," Jill finished.
Forest Speyer would not get a mention, on the grounds that he had killed several of Jill's friends and even had the nerve to threaten Jill.
Wesker was in bad shape. His arm was gone and his kneecap was ruined. Even worse, he had left his viral shots with Excella, who was waiting nearby in her car. In desperation, he tried to crawl away, much to the amusement of the vampiress and her lycan lover, but was unable to, due to Jill kicking Wesker onto his back.
In a faux-gentle tone, Jill replied, "Oh, I know, Albert. I know you're sorry." Then, the gentleness was gone as she turned to her Lycan lover. "Oh, Chris..." Jill said in a mocking sing-song tone.
The massive Lycan turned to his lover. "Yeah?"
"Wesker says he's sorry. I believe him." Jill then gave her Lycan lover a fanged grin as she patted her transformed husband on his stomach. "But between you and me... let's pretend he isn't."
Meanwhile, Lycan-Chris grinned at his vampire wife, showing off rows of sharpened teeth, before he turned and stomped his way towards Wesker.
With a groan, he turned on his stomach and tried to crawl away. "Monsters! The both of you… monsters! Stay away from me!" Wesker screamed, just as Chris grabbed him by the throat and hoisted him in the air. "No…!"
Oh, the situation was so ironic. Wesker thought he had won, as he had Chris in the same position, readying his arm to run Chris through.
Now, as Wesker's catlike eyes widened, Lycan-Chris prepared to do the same.
"You were right about one thing, Wesker," Lycan-Chris snarled as he chambered his free hand back. "It's time to end this."
It was the second time that Wesker ended up being impaled. The first time was by the Tyrant in the Spencer Mansion. This time, it was by an irate Lycan. Wesker screamed as Lycan-Chris' hand punched through his torso, destroying his spine, and emerged from his back, Wesker's beating heart in hand.
Snapping Wesker's neck with a flick of the wrist was the final indignity. It also silenced his screams.
"And that's for hurting Claire," Lycan-Chris snarled as he flung Wesker to the ground. "Try coming back from that."
The last thing Albert Wesker saw and heard before succumbing to the eternal darkness was his monstrous former subordinate consuming his still beating heart in a single go, before howling in victory.
Albert Wesker was dead. Of which, for Jill Valentine, there was no doubt.
There was such a primal beauty in seeing her lover finally take down the bane of their existence. It had been a long time coming. Wesker had left a path of death and destruction since he reemerged onto the scene following Antarctica.
Claire could have done it much sooner, but chose against it. After all, Chris had the stronger claim to kill Wesker.
Jill felt her body become aroused. Her lover, while seeing violence as a last resort, was pretty creative in meting it out. This was the same guy that took on three Hunter Alphas back at the Spencer Mansion bare-handed after running out of shotgun ammo and won.
If the situation hadn't been dire back then, Jill would've jumped on him then and there.
"Oh, baby," Jill cooed as Chris turned back to normal, "you're an artist. You bring me the best carnage. How was it?"
"Tainted," Chris growled, referring to Wesker's heart. Blood was smeared along his mouth and chin. His eyes were still those wolf- like amber orbs.
"As much as I want to jump on you and fuck your brains out," Jill said, trailing one sharpened fingernail along Chris' chest, "we have a loose end to tie up."
Chris knew exactly what Jill meant. "Excella? She's here?"
Jill grinned. "She came with Wesker. The blood never lies. It tells all. She's close by."
Something was wrong. Albert should have been back by now.
Inside the Maserati, Excella Gionne absently drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. She had been pulled out of attending an evening gala by Wesker, hence her current appearance. Her hair was neatly done up in a bob, a knee-length white dress that showed a generous amount of cleavage and left her back exposed, various pieces of jewelry, and gold-colored high-heels.
As the director of Tricell Africa, Excella was ambitious. That was a given, due to her being part of the illustrious Gionne and Travis families. But for Excella, her ambitions knew no bounds. So when Albert Wesker approached her with an offer to join forces, it was an offer Excella honestly couldn't refuse. The chance to join Albert Wesker in his New World while at the same time sticking it to the B.S.A.A., of which Tricell helped fund, was too tempting to pass on.
She had been summoned by phone to meet Albert at her beloved Maserati. After an hour and a half of driving, did Wesker tell her about his discovering the location of Ozwell Spencer.
But Albert should've been back minutes ago. Ozwell Spencer was nothing more than an old man on his last legs. Easy to kill.
Excella looked down at her purse. Opening it, she took comfort in the small handgun that laid inside. A Broom Mc, fully loaded.
Thump.
Something had hit the hood of the Maserati, making Excella jump. The headlights were cut off, but Excella could make out the form of a man standing in front of her car.
Excella breathed out a sigh of relief. "Oh. It's you, Albert."
Silence. The figure did not respond.
"Albert? Is that you?" Excella called out.
Again, no response.
"Albert, this is not funny!" Excella shouted, the dread slowly rising in her body. Her eyes darted back to her purse. Her firearm was within reaching distance.
Whoever this person was, it wasn't Albert. If memory serves, Albert had red, cat-like eyes, as Excella had seen him once without his shades. Not the color of amber.
For Excella, the eyes reminded her that of a wolf.
Something was very, very wrong. With a shaky hand, Excella switched on the Maserati's headlights.
Instead of Albert Wesker, the Maserati's headlights illuminated the muscular form of Chris Redfield. Blood was smeared all around his mouth and chin, wolf-like amber eyes glaring at Excella like she was his next meal.
His uniform was shredded; the green vest open, the khaki pants ruined below the knees.
Chris tossed something at her car. It landed on the hood with a thud.
Excella looked at what Chris had tossed onto the hood. The mangled, bloodied remains of Albert Wesker was what Chris had tossed onto hood. His face, once haughty and arrogant, was locked in an eternal mask of pain, his neck broken. One leg was torn off at the knee and there was a gaping hole in his chest where his heart should be.
Excella screamed. Then, in a panic, she put the car in gear, her foot nearly putting the gas pedal to the floor. Instead of barreling forward and running Chris down with her Maserati and getting the hell outta dodge, she remained in place.
"Come on! Come on! Come on, dammit! COME ON!" Excella screamed.
Had Excella paid any attention, she would have noticed Jill Valentine behind her car. One hand gripping the bumper, Jill had casually lifted the back end of the expensive car off the ground a perfect three inches, the wheels screaming as they spun without any traction to propel them forward.
Jill looked at Chris, and grinned. Chris, in the meantime, walked around the Maserati. Excella went for her gun, just as Chris made it to her front door. She screamed once again, and fired off several rounds at Chris when he ripped her door off the hinges and tossed the useless piece of plastic and metal to the side.
Several of her shots went wide, but Chris did grunted as he was hit with a couple of lucky shots. More ammo for Jill to dig out of him later on.
With an inhuman growl, Chris reached inside, and yanked Excella out. He took a moment as looked over Excella, his hand cupping her face like a Predator inspecting a freshly-acquired skull. His nose wrinkled as he smelled urine. Excella had voided her bladder in sheer fright.
Looking behind him, Chris saw Jill approach, having set down the back end of the Maserati. Then, he looked back at the petrified woman still in his iron grip. Wesker was slain by his hand, so why not let Jill have a little fun?
"She's all yours, babe," Chris said, shoving Excella into Jill's arms.
Excella tried to break free, but Jill was just as strong as her Lycan lover. One hand firmly gripped Excella by her delicate throat, while the other slipped inside Excella's dress. Excella squirmed as Jill played with one ample breast, all the while kissing and licking at her neck, like a playful lover would do before a round of lovemaking.
Only in this case, Jill was playing with her food before the kill.
"Mmm...Italian, mixed with a bit of English," Jill purred as she played with Excella's body. Knowing full well that she wouldn't move, Jill released Excella's throat, her now-free hand moving south down Excella's body. Apparently, Excella wasn't wearing any underwear, judging by how her breath caught in her throat as Jill's hand cupped her nether regions. "Ooh… you naughty girl." To Chris, she asked, red eyes now glowing in anticipation of her meal, "When was the last time we had Italian, baby?"
Chris took a moment to think about it. "You had Italian, remember? Those freelance vampire hunters back in Rome," he replied.
Jill remembered that incident. Both her and Chris were looking into a lead that had led them to the Eternal City. While Chris went on ahead to check on said lead, Jill remained behind to take a shower.
When Chris returned later on, he was greeted with the sight of four dead bodies drained of their blood and a naked, blood-smeared Jill leaning up against the fireplace, red eyes glowing. She said nothing as she jumped on him.
At least those hunters were not sanctioned by the Vatican. Those guys were the absolute worst. Especially if the Inquisition – Chris absolutely refused to call them by any other name – sent them.
"Please... no..." Excella whimpered, powerless to do anything.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as Jill removed her hand from Excella's privates and wrapped her arm around the condemned woman's torso. Jill stopped playing with Excella's breast and gently turned Excella's head to the side, exposing her pale neck.
"Shhh..." Jill whispered. "Just relax. It'll feel quite nice."
"Please... don't... ahh..."
Excella let out a small moan as her body seized up, pain mixed with intense pleasure as Jill bit into her neck, drinking deep from the source. A thin trail of blood trailed down from where Jill fed, running down Excella's chest and staining her white dress.
"Unnnhhh..."
Excella's skin grew paler by the second, as Jill drained the Tricell boss of blood. Then, Jill released Excella, who collapsed onto the ground. Unless Jill fed Excella some of her own blood, Excella would surely die.
Chris and Jill would make sure of that. The vampire and her lycan husband stood over the Anglo-Italian woman as she took her final breaths. Through their enhanced hearing, Chris and Jill heard Excella's heart flutter, then stopped entirely.
Then, her body relaxed, a death rattle escaping from her lips before going still, eyes staring at nothing.
Excella Gionne was dead.
"How was she?" Chris asked.
Jill grinned, ruby droplets trailing down from the corner of her lips. "The blood of the wicked. There's nothing quite like it."
'At least she won't try and feed on me,' Chris thought. He then groaned, remembering that he had about a dozen nine-millimeter rounds in his chest.
Jill finally saw the bleeding holes in her lover's chest. "Shit. You okay?"
"I'll live," Chris grunted. " It's not silver, but it still hurts."
"Come on. I know where we're at. There's a safehouse nearby. I'll fix you up."
Later on…
One thing about Augustin de Valentin was that he always planned ahead. Contingency plans upon contingency plans. And then, her mother got involved. Hence, a network of safehouses owned and operated by the Valentin Coven. Some of them were co-ops that catered to the other European covens, providing them safe harbor during the daytime.
Chris thought that Jill's family only operated in France and Belgium. But, as he sat on the edge of the bed, grunting as Jill dug out yet another bullet from his back, he was proven wrong.
The safehouses were maintained by the Valentin Coven's human familiars, as they were the only ones unaffected by the sunlight, with Jill and her father being the exception to the rule, of course. They were also responsible for keeping the safehouse well-stocked, in order for the vampires taking shelter to maintain a level of comfort. Medical supplies and equipment, food for the vampire's accompanying familiars, even emergency blood packs, be it for emergency transfusions or a quick pick-me-up for the vampires.
Jill sat behind him, a pair of surgical pliers in one hand, having pulled out another nine-millimeter round from Chris' body. Somehow, this round had gotten embedded inside Chris' trapezius. Once the bullet was removed, the wound began to rapidly close. Jill suspected that the round came from Excella's wild shooting. At least Wesker had been a better shot, even back when he was commanding S.T.A.R.S.
Chris was naked; what remained of his khaki pants and his ruined combat vest was now in the trash. Also, Jill ended up having to did out several bullets from his thighs and one calf. Whether the bullets came from Wesker's Samurai Edge or from Excella's peashooter was anyone's guest.
Speaking of Wesker's Samurai Edge, the stainless steel handgun itself – a memento from Wesker's time as S.T.A.R.S. Captain, and considered to be his pride and joy – sat on the nightstand, Chris having claimed it as a trophy.
Even though she had just fed and her hunger was sated for the time being, the smell of her lover's blood and the fact that he was naked made it hard for Jill to concentrate on her task of digging the bullets out from her lover's body. Chris was in pain, but at least the bullets weren't silver. Jill had been shot before, and Chris had to dig the bullets out of her body as well.
Simply put, it wasn't any fun.
So far, she had dug out at least twenty armor-piercing rounds from Chris's body, nearly all of them from his chest and torso. Unlike Chris, Jill was able to freshen up. Her hair was still damp from the shower, but she was able to dress in an over-sized T-shirt that ended at her thighs.
A laptop sat next to Wesker's Samurai Edge. The flash drive that was given to them earlier by Ryu and Mai was connected to the USB port. As Jill worked on treating Chris' wounds, they both watched in amusement at the first video. JP had been on the B.S.A.A.'s radar for a while, and had planned on framing Ken Masters for terrorist attacks in Nayshall.
Ken was not amused once JP's plan had been exposed.
JP had been haughty, even arrogant to think that Ken wouldn't try and kill him, despite JP threatening the lives of Ken's wife and son. But, as Ken had proceeded to beat him within an inch of his life, maybe threatening to kill both his wife and son were a bad idea. The former Shadowlaw financier-turned-terrorist went from being confident that he would live to begging for Ken to spare him when it became clear that Ken intended to kill him.
JP's pleas were silenced when Ken nearly split his skull in two.
Jill was certain that JP's demise was sanctioned by the Japanese Pantheon. No matter how dysfunctional they can get, family was the most important thing overall.
The second video was what made Chris and Jill smile. The brawl between Ryu and Wesker was nearly one-sided. Wesker may had superhuman strength and agility, but Ryu had centuries of experience under his belt. Ryu had an amused look on his face as he dodged and parried Wesker's best attacks without even trying, before laying into Wesker with a series of brutal counterattacks. Ansatsuken was a killing art, and Ryu was holding back.
Chris and Jill were certain that Ryu had broken Wesker's ribs with that Shinshoryuken.
"Lupo and Four-Eyes called me," Jill said as she wiped down another bullet hole with rubbing alcohol.
Chris knew who Jill was speaking of. His half-sister-in-law and her partner. Karena and Christine were also lovers, having set up shop in Paris, being an extra set of eyes for the Valentin Coven. But he remained silent.
"They and the cleanup crew finished retrieving the bodies," Jill continued. "Spencer. Excella. Wesker. All will be cremated within the hour. All that's left is Alex Wesker. We find her, and it's all over."
Jill pulled out another round. The wound rapidly began to close. It was the last round. It clattered onto the tray as Jill dropped it with the other armor-piercing rounds she had dug out of Chris. The pliers followed suit.
Jill, however, remained behind Chris, her hands now on his shoulders.
"You're mad at me."
It wasn't an accusation from Jill, but a rather direct – and mostly correct – statement.
"I know what you're about to say." Jill then imitated Chris. "'This has got to be the most reckless thing you have done, Jill. What on earth were you thinking?!'"
"Not the most reckless thing you've done, but it's definitely in the Top Ten," Chris said.
He wasn't mad. Jill could tell by the tone of his voice. But he was very much annoyed at her tackling Wesker through a window. In some cases, Chris being actually mad at her was more preferable than Chris being annoyed. Chris being annoyed meant no sex for Jill. Even when he was mad, he would fuck her brains out.
"'Don't be a hero.' I told you that. Your father told you that," Chris said. "You did it back in Verdun during World War I..."
Jill remembered that. Chris ended up eating a bullet from a German sniper as a result. Unlike a zombie, he can bounce back from a headshot. The German sniper, on the other hand, had a terminal case of being disemboweled and dismembered by one furious Lycan.
"...then I had to rescue you from the Vichy forces in the next war…"
Jill winced. That definitely wasn't one of her finer moments. Her parents chewed her out pretty good on that one.
"...and because of your lack of being aware of your surroundings, I ended stepping on a landmine in Korea.."
"Okay, that one was your fault," Jill defended. "You're still alive, aren't you?"
"Say that after being blown into seven bloody pieces."
"Wanna compare battle scars? I think mine are better than yours."
"You ever been burned alive by a British psychopath obsessed with ants?"
Jill started to say something, but didn't. Alexia Ashford wasn't as bad as Wesker, but a genetic clone of Veronica Ashford with an unhealthy obsession of ants and flinging around flammable blood was just as bad.
But as Alexia soon found out, pissing off a Lycan after burning him alive was much worse.
"You win on that one," Jill admitted.
She had been burned before, but not as severely as Chris. Not many people can shrug off fourth-degree burns or being blown to kingdom come like he can.
"I'm not mad, just..."
"Disappointed at going off half-cocked?"
"Something like that."
Chris felt Jill's hands on his shoulders. Closing his eyes, he sighed as Jill began to expertly knead at the shoulder muscles. Her hands were delicate, but incredibly strong. Chris knew this first-hand. He had seen Jill punch a human head clean off their shoulders, and he himself felt the power behind her fists. Yet, they also had a gentle touch to them, as they were doing a good job of making him relax.
'Usually before she bites me,' Chris mentally added.
Much to Jill's surprise, Chris also had a gentle touch. Those rough, calloused hands that could rip a Hunter in two and punched a hole through Wesker's chest were deceptively gentle. Many a time, Jill would find herself naked, facedown on the bed, moaning in near-orgasmic ecstasy as Chris sat at the foot of the bed, massaging her feet.
"Most folks don't know this, but a woman's general weakness is her feet," Guile had told him, of which was seconded by Ryu. "Give them a good rubdown, and she'll be putty in your hands."
"You know I can handle myself," Jill said, her tone gentle. "I'm a big girl. You don't need to worry about me."
"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't worry about my wife?" Chris turned his head to look at his wife when he heard her giggle. "What? What I say?"
"You said 'husband.' You usually say 'mate.'"
"So? You're my wife and mate. I prefer to call you the latter. It's a Lycan thing. You know that."
That much was true. Most Lycans and Werewolves refer their spouses as 'mates.' For most of them, words like 'marriage,' 'husband,' and 'wife' still had some level of taboo to it.
In all honesty, Jill thought it was stupid when Chris told her that.
Jill leaned in and breathed in his scent. She loved his scent. Chris smelled of cinnamon and spice, mixed with nature. He smelled… nice. And to think, she originally hated nature. But now, she actually liked it, and she had Chris and Claire to thank for that.
A devilish smirk crept across Jill's face as she glanced over and down. Judging from the growing erection that Chris was sporting, Jill knew that he was turned on by not just her own scent, but by her growing arousal. The musky, pungent, smell of her arousal, mixed with the jasmine and lavender of her scent, was like a potent musk for Chris.
Maybe she would get laid after all, so long as she played her cards right.
Chris went from annoyed to slightly amused... and aroused when Jill moved from her place behind him and straddled his lap. Jill had that effect on him, even after centuries together. She also didn't believe in wearing any type of underwear behind closed doors. Many a time, Chris would find Jill stretched out on the couch, wearing nothing but her favorite T-shirt which ended at her thighs. Sometimes, the fabric would hike up enough so that Jill's shaven pussy would tempt him, that glint in her eyes ensuring the Eurasian vampire that Chris had seen what she wanted him to see.
Sometimes, she would be naked from the waist down, wearing only a tanktop, her hardened nipples showing Chris that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Chris knew Jill all too well. As with all Vampires, violence and blood were a major turn-on. Even when Jill was treating his wounds, Chris could smell her arousal. She wanted him bad. Chris knew this. Had it not been for Excella waiting nearby, Jill would have waited for Chris to revert back to human form before jumping his bones.
Their marriage was volatile, but it wasn't toxic. After all, it's not everyday that a Lycan hooks up with a former dhampyr. But it was clear to anyone who saw them together that they loved each other.
Jill rested her forehead on Chris' forehead. "How am I doing?" she asked.
Chris looked down at his penis. His yogurt slinger was standing proudly at attention, as if it was anticipating being back inside Jill once again. "Do you have to ask? So long as you don't try and bite me, I think you may have a chance," Chris replied.
Jill grinned, Chris taking note of her now-elongated canines. "If you're offering a sip, I certainly won't refuse."
"Even if I did refuse, you'd still bite me anyway."
"True." Jill then added, "You know, the last time we were in this position, we ruined the bedroom."
"Only after you fed on those vampire hunters back in Rome, remember? And besides, it took me almost a week to recover from the blood loss after you fed on me in a frenzy."
At least Jill had the decency to look embarrassed, even as she wiggled a bit, trying to position his cock against her velvety folds. Chris, however, shifted from his place, causing Jill to moan in frustration as his cock slapped against her thigh.
He was teasing her, the brute! For Jill, enough was enough. "Fuck this," she said as she reached down and grabbed his erection in one hand. Chris sucked in his breath as Jill gripped his steel-hard shaft.
It was a sensation that for them, never got old. Neither person were virgins when they met, and for them, their pasts really didn't matter. Then again, if you asked Jill Valentine what she would be doing, screwing a Lycan – one she married, of all things – wouldn't had made it to the top five of her list.
Jill let out a moan as she lowered herself slowly, her vaginal muscles expanding as Chris's shaft invaded her moist tightness. Chris, for his part, gritted his teeth as Jill's pussy clamped down on him like a vise. She was so hot, so wet as she continued to lower herself slowly, impaling herself on him.
In a few seconds, Jill was buried to the hilt. Her legs wrapped around Chris's muscular torso as she cupped his face with her hands and kissed him passionately. Chris responded in kind, lips and tongue dueling for superiority, his hands on her ass.
They settled into a gentle rhythm, Jill raising her hips, pulling herself off of Chris halfway before settling back down and repeating the cycle. Most Vampires prefer a good, hard fuck session. But there are some who prefer an intense lovemaking session once they were introduced to it. Jill was one such person. Chris was the one who showed her that intense lovemaking can be just as good as a hard fucking.
Jill moved like a dancer; elegant and graceful. Then again, her father did force her to take ballet classes whilst growing up in France. She even trained the Pureblood, Manon Legrand, in the art of ballet, whilst living in Montreal. "Ballet is an art, yet it is one of the most difficult sports," she had told Manon. "If you can survive ballet training, then any other workout you undertake is a cakewalk."
Jill could have pinned Chris to the bed and had her way with him. That was a possibility, given her position. But gentle lovemaking could be just as satisfying as a hard fuck session. It had been Chris that taught her that.
And Jill… actually liked it. She thought it was a Lycan thing, but it wasn't. The option of pinning Chris to the bed and having her way with him was still on the table. Either way, Jill was in control, dictating the pace of the lovemaking between herself and Chris.
"You really think... oh, fuck... you can stop... stop me if you could?" Jill whispered huskily as she slowly, deliberately rode her Lycan husband.
"God, you are so fucking tight," Chris groaned, his hands on her waist as if to steady Jill. "I think you should be asking me whether or not if I want to."
Jill smirked. Then, she leaned in and caught his lips with a kiss. "Good boy." She arched her back as a jolt of pleasure rushed throughout her body. It wasn't an orgasm, merely just the pleasurable sensation of being in control, of Chris letting her dictate the pace of their copulation.
Jill bit her bottom lip. Her fangs were still extended, Chris noticed. In all honesty, he really didn't care anymore. He was enjoying himself too much. The way that Jill moved, her touch, her scent, it was driving him wild.
Jill leaned in. Chris tensed up, thinking that Jill was going to bite him once again. He relaxed when he felt Jill's lips and tongue assault his neck, licking at the sweat and dried blood.
"How am I doing so far?" Jill whispered in his ear. Her breath was hot, her voice full of lust as her tongue snaked into the shell of his ear. "Am I forgiven yet?"
"I'm open to hear any and all arguments as to why I should grant you forgiveness," Chris whispered back, just as Jill peppered more kisses and licks on his neck.
Jill stopped assault Chris's neck in order to pull the shirt over her head, not stopping her hips as she savored her husband inside of her. Every centimeter of her body was burned into his memory. Jill had an athletic build, her C-cup breasts sat high and firm, the dark brown nipples hardened little nubs, each one adorned with a silver barbell piercing.
Resting her forehead on Chris's own once again, ice-blue eyes locking onto Chris' hazel-tinted chestnut orbs, Jill gave her reply. "I can be very persuasive with my arguments. Oh, fuck. Very persuasive."
Then, she grabbed Chris' head and shoved it in between the valley of her breasts. Even when it came to lovemaking, Jill wanted to be the one in control, to dictate the pace. A jolt of pleasure rushed through Jill's body as Chris kissed the valley between her breasts. She then arched her back when she felt Chris capture her left nipple in his mouth.
Jill laughed, not breaking her pace. Her fingers ran lovingly through Chris's short hair, approving of his actions. "Good boy," she cooed yet again.
"Shut up, woman," Chris growled before going back to his task.
Jill giggled, enjoying Chris' hands roaming her backside as she rode him. She had lovers in the past, but none were as good as Chris. And he was originally the runt of his Clan.
Jill knew that Chris wasn't at 100 percent. Then again, neither was she, following her tackling Wesker through a window. She also wasn't too keen on using a blood pack to sate her hunger, but blood tainted by armor-piercing bullets tends to ruin a vampire's appetite.
Pity. She liked her husband's blood.
BEEP-BEEP. BEEP-BEEP.
Chris and Jill's heads both snapped at the smartphone that rested on the nightstand. Fangs bared, Jill hissed at the offending object, while a bestial growl escaped from Chris' gullet, eyes shimmering from brown to the wolf-like amber.
The phone was Chris'. It wasn't his personal phone, but one issued to him by the B.S.A.A. The offending object still ringing. With another growl, Chris snatched the item off the nightstand.
"Don't you dare answer that," Jill threatened.
Jill's anger rapidly evaporated to surprise when Chris clenched his hand around the phone, crushing it under his own superhuman grip.
"Damn. Looks like Wesker ruined my phone," Chris said, smirking.
Jill smirked back. "Looks like you'll need to get that replaced." She then bounced slightly, Chris' cock still inside of her. "Now then… where were we?"
Chris laughed as he tossed the ruined phone aside, just as Jill resumed their lovemaking. Once again, Chris found his face being cupped by Jill's hands. Those delicate, yet deceptively strong hands held him in place as Jill rode him, rebuilding the momentum and the pleasure lost with the phone's interruption.
"You're mine. You're mine. You're mine…," Jill chanted, the phone now forgotten. Her eyes locked onto Chris', as if she was looking into his soul. Jill wasn't one to share when it came to her lover. Claire was the only exception, given that she was her sister-in-law.
Normally, Jill would expect her beloved Lycan to give her a proper celebratory pounding after a successful mission without any interruptions. But while Wesker and Excella were both dead, Alex Wesker was still out there.
For the moment, this little quickie will take the edge off.
And once Alex Wesker was dealt with, Jill can expect both her and Chris to wreck a hotel room or a safehouse with the celebratory fucking that will follow.
And if Chris was feeling really vindictive, then he would probably fuck Jill right after killing Alex.