Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Deadly Mistake ❯ The Mistake ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: Alright. As you all may very well know already, I do not own the Resident Evil/Biohazard franchise or any of its characters. Those rights belong to Capcom. Also, I have only been able to play Resident Evil 0 and 4, but have done rather thorough research on all the characters' backgrounds and history to make sure I didn't screw up somewhere, but if I do have something that conflicts with the canon of the series, please email me and let me know and I'll have it fixed. Just please don't flame me over it; it's not that big of a deal.

 

So, without further ado, I bring you...

 

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Resident Evil: A Deadly Mistake

 

Chapter 0 - The Mistake

 

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It was the biggest mistake I could have ever made, one that would cost me my job, my prestige, and, eventually, my life. All that work that I had put in to get here... All of what I had had to endure in order to just stay alive... All of that was wasted in one simple action on one summer night.

 

I could blame it on her. I could put the burden, or at least a fraction of it, on her shoulders, but, as I had been told more than enough in my training, “self-denial is the first step to corruption”. I could try to explain how she came onto me first, but that would be disregarding the fact that I gave into her. I had the final say; it was my fault. And yet, I didn't feel guilty. How could I? For the first time since the incident in Spain, her face had brightened up; her personality caught fire once more and a smile once again graced her lips. No, this wasn't a feeling of guilt that I had to endure- it was a feeling of stupidity. I was stupid for giving in, giving into her desire and giving up all that I had sweat, bled, and almost died for. Someone would find out. Someone would find out and I would be court-martialed. The only question left was how long I had before that happened.

 

“Is something wrong, Leon?” The hushed words brought me back to reality as I felt the warm breath of a young woman against my bare chest. I lifted my head up off of the pillow beneath it and locked eyes with the angel who had spoken; they were happy and warm with just a hint of worry, which was clearly intended for me. I gave her a small smile in response, receiving a bigger one from her almost immediately after. I felt the light tingle of her soft, angel-like blonde hair resting on my chest as she lowered her chin down against me, her chocolate brown eyes never leaving mine until I finally spoke.

 

“I'm fine, Ashley,” was my only response. There was no need to complicate things more than they already were. She was convinced that we could stay together this way forever and no one would ever find out. I don't know where she got that notion; being the president's daughter provided little to no privacy at anytime. The only reason this could even somewhat remain a secret was the fact that I was her personal bodyguard. I was supposed to be close to her, but not this close. Not so close that I could feel her warm, nude body against mine under the covers of her bed- that was most likely too close.

 

“Liar.” Apparently, Ashley could read me better than I thought. I gave a small grunt of a laugh to compliment her giggling before she kissed my chest gently with her warm, soft lips, adjusting herself so she could free her arms and wrap them around behind my head. She moved up my body, straddling me and bringing her face up close to mine to peck me on the lips. Her lips were so soft and sweet... They tasted like cherries. She held her face over mine, her eyes so close I had to concentrate to see both of them. She was truly a beautiful girl... I only wished I could actually make myself enjoy being with her.

 

“Leon,” she began, whispering just loudly enough for me to hear, her hot breath brushing against my lips with every word she spoke, “I know you're worried, but trust me, no one will find out, okay? Daddy won't ever know.” She smiled warmly and I tried to return the smile the best I could. Without waiting for me to respond, she closed her eyes and leaned down to kiss me again, this time not pulling away so quickly. Once again, as every time before, I gave in, wrapping her delicate body in my arms and holding her close to me as she opened my mouth with her little pink tongue. I let her explore my mouth for a moment before fighting back with my own tongue, and the French kiss began, once again. Every bit of the moment took over my senses: the light brushing of her hair against my cheeks, her hot breath rushing into my mouth, her tongue feeling and lathering mine, her teeth lightly grating my bottom lip, her warm body lying on top of me, her hips straddling me in a rather convenient spot... Every bit of her being enthralled me, every little action excited me, so why couldn't I just enjoy it?

 

“I love you, Leon.” Her words were practically spoken right into my open mouth as she hardly broke the kiss to say it. I said nothing in return, just as I never had. I knew she wanted me to say it, she wanted to believe that this was love and that I would be here for her forever. She wanted to believe that I was her knight in shining armor, that fate had drawn us together and that I was only able to save her before because of the powerful love I had for her. As perfect a fairytale as that created, however, it just couldn't happen.

 

And yet, I did nothing to stop her.

 

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