Resident Evil/Vampirella

The V-Strain

by BioDread

Chapter 1

Albert Wesker rested on his stomach, his attention locked on the two figures fighting upon the neighboring rooftop. It was 03:20, a thunderstorm lashed across the city, unleashing peals of thunder and a seemingly endless torrent of cold rain. Wesker peered through a pair of nightvision binoculars, one of the kicking figures suddenly sprouted a set of leathery wings, the figure dove over her adversary and snapped out a kick that smashed into her opponent's spine. Wesker grinned as the woman slashed at the fallen man with sharp, elongated nails. The target was dangerous, smiled Wesker admiringly.

Wesker shifted into a crouch when the woman sliced the fallen man's throat. An unnatural howl of agony echoed through the splattering rain, Wesker kept his binoculars trained on the winged woman as she pressed her face against the twitching man's spurting neck.

Albert snatched a walkie-talkie from his belt. "Wesker to Team Alpha, I'm going in. Have the transport standing by."

"Transport is hot and ready to roll," confirmed a crisp voice.

Wesker drew a heavy Colt Python from his left shoulder holster. The serpent-eyed soldier clicked back the gleaming silver hammer before hurling himself across the space separating the two multi-story buildings.

The winged woman spun her beautiful face towards Wesker when he landed heavily upon the rooftop. Albert took in every detail of the young woman in an instant, her shoulder length ebony hair, her sensual, lithe body, the scarlet latex body stocking that covered her from throat to hips. The woman licked blood from her pouty lips, the rain plastered her raven-black hair to her face, her hot, dark eyes narrowed as Wesker leveled the Colt Python at her.

Albert fired as soon as his soles were firmly resting on the roof. The .357 caliber slugs punched into the young woman's stomach, she was flung back by the force of the bullets' impacts. Wesker marched toward the fallen woman, pistol aimed at her shuddering body.

The woman's leathery wings retracted into her back, she dove for Wesker's legs, slicing with her blood-stained nails.

Wesker fired a round into the woman's right shoulder before her claws sliced through the heavy fabric of his trousers. Wesker smashed his right heel into the woman's snarling face, she turned aside, but snapped out with her left foot, her spiked heel punching into his right knee.

Albert grimaced, and fired his remaining bullets into the slender woman's body. The woman twitched and fell briefly onto the ground, her blood splattering across the wet cement. Wesker discarded the empty Colt Python and reached down to the struggling woman, he wrapped his powerful arms around her neck and waist, he yanked back hard, holding the writhing woman against his body. The slim woman fought Albert's choke hold, her nails slashed his ballistic-cloth shirt sleeves until they were in tatters, she scratched bloody furrows across Wesker's bulging arms, but he never slackened his grip, his hold tightened, the woman's dark eyes started to glaze.

Wesker enjoyed himself as he jerked back upon the woman's pale throat. The woman made soft, gasping noises while she pushed weakly on his bleeding arms, her legs twitched spasmodically, her breasts pumped frantically. Eventually, the young woman's struggling slackened, she grew limp in his arms. Albert draped the unconscious woman over his burly left shoulder, he retrieved his walkie-talkie.

"Alpha Team, I have the package. Initiate pick-up."

A midnight black helicopter emerged over the rooftop, its whipping blades utterly silent. The chopper hovered a few inches off the ground as Wesker easily jumped into the open cabin. The cabin's upraised door automatically hissed shut, the chopper banked away from the blood-soaked roof, rising towards the boiling, gray clouds.

***

"You did very well, Mr. Wesker," nodded the executive with an oily smile.

"I like to earn my pay," grinned Albert, his attention not upon the well-dressed executive, but upon the young woman he had captured.

The woman slept on a sterile, steel examination table. Masked doctors took dozens of blood samples from the naked woman. Wesker allowed his crimson eyes to caress every inch of milky-white flesh, the woman's body was as alluring as her face.

"What will you do with her after the doctors get their samples?"

"Hold her for a time, we may need fresh plasma during the development phase of the V-strain."

"V-strain? She'd be honored," chuckled Albert.

"This is no laughing matter, Mr. Wesker," frowned the corp man. "Prometheus Bio-Tech is locked in a bitter commerce war with Umbrella, this new strain of mutagen will give us a competitive advantage in the market."

"Vampire soldiers instead of zombie soldiers, as hard to kill but faster and deadlier."

"Precisely, Mr. Wesker," nodded the corp man, folding his hands together before him.

"I want a go at her," smiled Albert wolfishly, watching as a doctor inserted a long needle into the inside of the naked woman's right thigh to draw a blood sample.

"Must you?" sighed the executive, his eyes rolling.

"I won't damage her permanently," promised Albert, leveling his cold, slitted eyes on the suddenly pale executive.

***

Vampirella groaned and rolled onto her left arm. She slowly opened her eyes, she squeezed them shut when the pain hit her. The naked, young woman bit her lower lip to keep from screaming, her entire body was on fire, as if thousands of red-hot needles were piercing her skin simultaneously. Tears escaped from Vampirella's closed eyes, she blinked, clutching her sides, panting while the pain slowly receded. Vampi looked around at her surroundings to take her mind off the agony raging through her. She was in a twenty by twenty foot cell, the cement walls painted white, a single steel door in the northern wall. There was a drain in the center of the cell, that was the only feature.

Vampirella clawed her way to the west wall. She clung to the ivory wall as she slowly struggled to her bare feet, the pain was bearable now, she could think without the distraction of her abused flesh throbbing with every new breath. Vampi held onto the wall while she tenderly approached the closed steel door. She stopped when the door's heavy locks snapped open, the door turned outward, a tall, heavily-muscled man positioned himself in the doorway.

"Why..have you put me here?" said Vampirella slowly, her throat constricting with thirst.

"You're Prometheus Bio-Tech's latest lab rat," replied Wesker, closing the cell door behind him. The door's locks re-engaged, Albert didn't seem concerned.

"Lab..rat?" murmured Vampirella sleepily.

"They're going to use your blood to synthesize a new bio-mutagen strain, in a few days there's going to be hundreds of little vampires just like you," grinned Albert as he opened his ballistic shirt, baring his wide, taut chest.

"What..are you doing?" blinked Vampi while Wesker discarded his shirt and climbed out of his trousers.

"They need to keep you around for awhile, so I'm going to have some fun while the scientists do their thing," growled Wesker, his crimson eyes burning with an awful lust.

"Don't..touch me!" gasped Vampirella when Wesker snatched her pale white shoulders.

"I like it when you struggle," smiled Wesker, spinning Vampi around and pushing her against the hard wall.

Vampirella attempted to push Wesker away from her, but the mutated man held her arms easily against the alabaster wall as he planted cold kisses upon her bare shoulders and the back of her neck.

"Stop..stop it!" groaned Vampirella as Wesker's strong hands slid over her nude body, caressing her cool, ivory skin, spreading her slender legs apart.

"You're still cold from losing all that blood, I'll warm you up," purred Wesker in Vampi's left ear. He nuzzled the crook of her left shoulder, his lips sucking on her creamy flesh.

Vampirella closed her eyes as Wesker reached between her legs, caressing her soft, shaved pussy. The burly man knew how to touch her, his thick fingers stroked her clit until her cunt was moist, then he spread her pale cunt lips apart, digging his index finger into her hole, making her shiver against his firm, naked body.

"I've never had a vampire before," teased Wesker, resting his left palm over Vampi's small hand while his right massaged the nude woman's sex, the probing index finger joined by a second stiff digit.

Vampi felt her sluggish blood begin to heat. She panted raggedly, her smooth buttocks pressed over Wesker's hairy crotch. Wesker caressed her inner thighs with his cum-soaked hand, he kissed her spine and shoulders with his cold, gentle lips.

The touch of Wesker's mouth made Vampirella tremble, she pressed her palms upon the ivory wall, she threw back her head as Wesker fingered her melting pussy, warm juices flowed over her milky thighs.

Vampirella lowered her head when Wesker removed his stiff fingers from her drenched cunt. The mutated man's wide hands slipped over her hanging breasts, she moaned when he started massaging her tits, thumbs deftly rubbing her pink nipples to hardness. Vampi arched her back when Wesker eased his thick cock into her cunt. The naked woman bit her lip to keep from moaning with pleasure, she squeezed her eyes shut as Wesker grasped her rounded hips. Albert bucked against Vampirella's bare ass, his swollen shaft dipping into her tightening vagina. Vampi pressed back with her arms, smashing her buttocks against Wesker's heavily-muscled thighs, her belly clenching when the nude man's cock shoved deep into her cunt, lubricated by her trickling juices.

Wesker leaned over Vampirella's spine, his firm hands tugging on her yielding tits, his crotch crashing down upon the beautiful woman's luscious ass. Wesker licked Vampi's neck, she tilted her head, baring her throat to him. Smiling, Wesker planted his lips on the offered flesh, he sucked hungrily on her cool skin as he rammed between her taut buttocks faster and faster, his cock growing inside her.

Vampirella removed her hands from the wall and covered Wesker's squeezing fingers. She rubbed her ass up and down her captor's crotch, moaning blissfully when his member slid up into her throbbing vagina. Wesker had his lips locked on Vampi's pale neck when he climaxed. The nude man's crotch bucked sharply between Vampirella's ivory thighs, she gasped again and again every time he squirted a stream of warm cum into her hot pussy.

Vampi held her hands over Wesker's. Albert slowly caressed Vampirella's swollen, pink nipples with his thumbs, he left his spent cock inside the naked woman's vagina as it gradually softened within Vampi's warm slit. Vampirella and Wesker were both dripping with sweat, they held each other as their flushed bodies cooled.

*****

Chapter 2

"Aggression levels rise exponentially the longer subjects suffer from hunger. After five hours without fresh blood, the subjects begin to turn on each other, four now remain from an initial group of ten."

"Go ahead and feed them, I don't want to lose the entire batch."

The white-frocked scientist depressed a button upon his wide console. Beyond the six-inch glass observation window, one of the holding pen's walls formed an opening as a panel of metal slid down into the floor. A young woman dressed only in white bra and panties was thrown into the pen. The woman fell heavily to her knees. The pen door rose back to the ceiling, the four surviving test subjects crouched and encircled the shaking young woman, their long fingers dragging on the metal floor, their contorted, gray faces locked in hate-filled grimaces. The infected men sniffed at the woman like hungry wolves, their elongated fangs dripped with saliva, their burly arms flexed as they shuffled closer to the scantily-clad woman, smoldering eyes wild with blood-lust.

Rebecca Chambers knew she was a dead woman. When the first vampire lunged toward her with his jagged fangs, Rebecca smashed her bare right heel into his mouth, shattering several teeth. The injured vampire howled and yanked away, but the others pounced upon Rebecca, scratching her exposed arms and legs, ripping her bra and panties to tattered shreds. The largest vampire sat on Rebecca's stomach. The gray-skinned man was naked, his heavy cock rested on Rebecca's trembling belly while he buried his fangs into her throat, slurping desperately on her hot blood. Another vampire jabbed his fangs into Rebecca's inner right thigh, his lips were dry and cold as he drank from the naked girl's thigh, her blood trickling down his pointed chin. The third vampire deliberately held Rebecca's twitching left arm, he licked the inside of the girl's wrist before biting hungrily into her flesh, swallowing the coppery fluid that flowed from Rebecca's vein.

The wounded vampire licked his own infected blood from his smashed mouth. He crouched in a corner of the room, watching covetously while his comrades took their fill from the naked, gasping, young woman lying on the floor.

***

Alfred Wesker unlocked the heavy, steel door of Vampirella's cell and pulled it open without effort. The naked vampire was outstretched on the cement floor, she rolled over to face Wesker while he allowed the cell door to seal shut behind him. Wesker held up a bag of scarlet plasma, Vampirella smiled and licked her tender lips.

As Vampirella crawled forward on hands and knees, Wesker unzipped his trousers and pulled out his thick cock. Alfred unsealed the plastic blood bag and poured the sticky fluid over his prick, heavy crimson droplets splashed onto the floor near his booted feet.

Vampirella moaned hungrily, she eagerly licked the blood on the floor, then she raised her head to Wesker's stiff cock, she sniffed his dripping erection before extending her tongue and slowly licking the salty blood from his manhood. Wesker sighed with pleasure and watched while Vampirella sucked his cock into her warm mouth, she met his crimson gaze as she slurped on his shaft, her lips tight around his pole, her tongue collecting every drop of blood clinging to his meat. Wesker lowered his massive hands and cupped Vampirella's soft tits, he pinched her delicate, pink nipples, Vampi narrowed her eyes and moaned around the swollen cock stuffed inside her mouth.

Vampirella cleaned Wesker's cock of blood. She slowly let Alfred's prick slide out of her wet mouth. Wesker held the half-empty bag over Vampi's head, she tilted her face up, mouth open wide. Alfred poured the rest of the plastic bag's contents into Vampirella's mouth. Vampi moaned blissfully as the thick, dark blood poured into her throat, she lapped at the stream of scarlet with her tongue, crimson splashed over her cheeks and chin, droplets of blood landed on her pale white breasts and stiff pink nipples.

Wesker put his member back into his trousers and zipped them up. He watched with a smile while Vampi devoured the blood upon her cheeks and chin, gathering the sticky fluid with an index finger, then slipping the crimson-stained digit between her soft, blood-red lips.

***

"I think she's dead."

"Get the body out of there then while they're sleeping their dinner off."

The thin, blonde-haired scientist nodded reluctantly. He left the observation room and walked to the adjoining sterilization chamber. He climbed into the bulky, white, environmental suit, double-checked the suit's seals, then began the hatch opening sequence. The reinforced steel door hissed down into the floor, the scientist swallowed before he tentatively stepped into the holding pen, reaching down to grab Rebecca's limp, blue-white wrists.

The vampire with shattered fangs snapped his blood-red eyes open and snarled. He flew across the pen, crashing into the shrieking scientist and pinning him to the metal wall. The vampire bit through the struggling man's environmental suit, broken teeth shredding the screaming scientist's throat. The scientist twitched spasmodically while the vampire fed on his gushing blood. The other three infected men awoke from the smell of the dying man's blood, they snarled and stood up, their glowing eyes noticed the open pen door.

"I have a man down!" screamed the older scientist, his right palm slamming down on the hatch panel.

The observation room became bathed in crimson light as the lab went to full alert. The holding pen door started to cycle shut, the four naked vampires quickly dove through the closing aperture. The door to the observation room smashed inward, it snapped from its hinges. The four slavering vampires lunged into the chaotic room, grabbing the closest man or woman they could find.

***

Wesker was kneeling before Vampirella, sucking on her warm, tender pussy, when the sirens began to howl. The cell flooded with scarlet light, Wesker shot upright and marched to the cell door. After typing a code into the door's keypad, the massive portal unlocked. Alfred turned to regard Vampi, she met his stare with a look of mild curiosity, she didn't make a move to attack him.

"Are you stronger from the blood?"

"Yes."

"My contract with Prometheus is done and paid, you can come with me if you want."

"Won't they get mad?"

"If what I suspect is happening, we won't have to worry about Prometheus anymore," said Wesker with a shake of his head.

Vampirella pushed herself away from the ivory wall. She raised her left hand, Alfred took it and led her out of the cell.

*****

Chapter 3

Wesker tapped in the code that opened the sealed armory door. The massive, vault-like portal groaned while four solid-steel rods slid into the door's outer frame. Alfred's thick arms bulged when he pulled the enormous door open, Vampirella wasted no time slipping inside the installation armory. Still naked from her recent captivity, Vampirella draped on an armored vest and zipped it up. The lithe, alabaster vampire tugged snug, black, latex leggings up over her slim, ivory thighs. Wesker donned a combat vest and hefted an AK-47, the crimson-eyed mercenary slapped a loaded banana-clip into the polished weapon's stock, he chambered a round with a sharp snap of the loading bolt. While Wesker thrust a fully-loaded Colt Python into a shoulder-holster beneath his left arm, Vampi attached a wide, green belt over her sensual hips, a holstered pistol rested upon her right thigh. Vampirella accepted a loaded AK from Wesker, she checked the firing chamber to make sure a round was loaded, then she nodded at the grim mercenary.

"We don't know if security has contained the quarantine breach, since Prometheus is new to these kinds of accidents my bet is that the entire installation is infested or soon will be."

"What's the easiest way out of here?"

"We're on the detention level, so the heli-pad's out," mused Wesker, scratching his chin. "I think the main entrance is probably the fastest way out of here, but you can be sure we're going to have to blast our way out."

"Let's go, the longer we hang around, the more vampires we have to fight."

Wesker nodded. He raised his assault rifle as he peered into the scarlet-hued hallway. Nodding again at Vampirella, Wesker went through the open doorway and trotted to the left. Vampi made sure no one appeared to the right, then she jogged after her former captor, the rifle in her hands a comforting weight.

***

"Keep alert," advised Wesker when he reached the open lab door. Bloody trails led through the doorway and down the far passage, more blood was splashed against the right-hand wall. With rifle leveled before him, Wesker peered into the brightly-lit observation room, his blood-red eyes snapping from side to side.

Vampirella licked her lips when she smelled the heavy copper reek of spilled blood. She followed Wesker into the corpse-littered room, the stench of blood and rotting organs assaulted Vampi's nostrils. The observation room was a charnel house, blood and bits of torn flesh covered everything, including the cracked observation window to Vampi's right.

Wesker stepped lightly through the cold, blue-gray bodies, the soles of his boots making squishing noises from stepping in pools of coagulating blood. The burly soldier looked through a clear patch of the window, he stiffened at what he saw.

"What is it?" asked Vampirella, crossing the carnage quickly to join Wesker.

"The woman in there, I recognize her," said Alfred softly.

Vampirella peered through the clear patch of glass, she saw a naked young woman on the metal floor of the holding pen, her flesh blue-gray, several parts of her body punctured by fang marks.

"Who was she?"

"Rebecca Chambers, she was in my S.T.A.R.S. unit before I went..independent."

Vampi sniffed. "I think she's still alive."

"Impossible!" snorted Wesker. When Vampirella began walking through the sterilization room to reach the prone woman, Wesker sighed and slung his rifle over his right shoulder before following.

Vampirella was kneeling next to Rebecca when Wesker emerged into the holding pen.

"Can you help her?" demanded Vampi.

"Maybe," shrugged Wesker, kneeling on the opposite side of Rebecca and opening a vest pouch. Alfred patched Rebecca's bite wounds, luckily the bites were clean, the flesh intact except for two clean puncture holes in each bite area. After the wounds were bandaged, Wesker gave Rebecca a shot of adrenalin directly into her heart.

Rebecca sat up abruptly, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a violent inhalation. The naked girl's breasts started to rise and fall again, she coughed and reached out to take Vampirella's hands to keep from falling back onto the floor. Rebecca blinked, her blood-shot eyes adjusting to the bright holding pen lights, when she noticed Wesker next to her she shifted away from him.

"I should've known you'd be involved with these freaks!" coughed Rebecca.

"I just saved your life, Rebecca, you should be grateful," smiled Wesker, running his left palm down Rebecca's cool, left thigh.

Rebecca jerked her leg away from Wesker, she looked at Vampirella closely. "I don't recognize you."

"This is Vampirella, a lab rat just like you, except that she caused this little orgy of destruction, indirectly, of course."

"How..?"

"I'm a vampire, Prometheus used my blood to create some kind of virus, the V-Strain."

"An Umbrella wanna-be," frowned Rebecca.

"Give her your vest, Wesker," said Vampi.

"She looks just fine as she is," leered Alfred.

"Now!" snapped Vampi, baring her fangs.

"Fine," sighed Wesker, unzipping his armored vest and offering it to Rebecca.

Rebecca eagerly pulled on the heavy vest and closed it. She drew the Colt Python and eyed Wesker distrustfully.

"We better not waste anymore time," said Wesker, rising to his feet and shrugging his assault rifle into his arms.

***

The infected vampires had cut a bloody swath through the Prometheus facility. Wesker, Vampirella, and Rebecca came across bodies in every passage and at every intersection, blood and intestines carpeted the hallways, the stench of violent death hung in the air like a fog. Strangely, the trio never encountered any wandering vampires, stranger still was the vampire corpse the group found in the facility's cafeteria.

"The body is in a state of extreme decomposition," said Rebecca, munching greedily on a candy bar pilfered from the corpse-strewn room's vending machines. "The brain is so decayed it's running through the nose and ears."

"What's causing it?" asked Vampi, leaning over the dead vampire.

"The V-Strain must be very unstable. It appears as if any human infected with your blood will possess your abilities for a short time, but the body will eventually fail due to the extreme strain upon the brain and organs."

"Back to the drawing board," chuckled Wesker.

The two women backed away from the quickly decomposing body. Wesker led the way out of the cafeteria, Rebecca snagged another candy bar and began eating it as she left the blood-soaked room.

***

The smell of rot and blood became stronger as the trio advanced upon the double doors that would lead into the facility's main foyer. Dark ichor pooled beneath the closed, ivory doors, Wesker had his rifle trained on the doors, his finger already wrapped around the black weapon's trigger.

"There are vampires in there, a lot of vampires," murmured Vampi, aiming her own rifle at the blood-splattered portals.

"We'll shoot a corridor through them, aim for the head," ordered Wesker before he reached for the left-hand door's metal knob.

Wesker threw the door open. The stench of a room filled with dead and rotting bodies blasted the trio like a physical assault, Rebecca fought to keep from retching at the awful reek. Wesker started firing short bursts into the foyer, he passed through the open door, followed by Vampirella who covered the mercenary's flank, blasting any vampire who appeared to be lunging. Rebecca raised the heavy Colt Python with both hands and went through the open door, her eyes widened when she beheld the enormous chamber filled with limp and dangling bodies, blood dripping from open wounds, intestines, kidneys, and lungs gleaming in the scarlet light. Several dozen vampires still lived, but they were gray-skinned, decaying creatures, much like the zombies Rebecca had fought in the secret Umbrella lab near Raccoon City.

A gray, black-nailed hand burst from a pile of corpses and grasped at Rebecca's left calf. Rebecca gritted her teeth as the vampire's nails dragged down her bare leg, scratching deep into her pale white flesh. Rebecca lowered the muzzle of the Colt Python to the rotting vampire's hairless head, she squeezed off a round, the vampire's head exploded like a ripe melon.

Oily intestines from a legless vampire snapped around Vampirella's knees. The beautiful woman was pulled off her feet, she slid across the blood-greased floor towards the drooling vampire reeling her in.

"Help her, Wesker!" shouted Rebecca as she blasted a lurching vampire's bare chest, the heavy bullet ripping through its gray torso and shattering its spine.

Wesker grinned at Rebecca and saluted mockingly. Alfred emptied his clip at the vampires blocking the front doors. Slapping a fresh banana clip into his smoking weapon, Wesker kicked open the tall doors and disappeared outside.

"You bastard!" howled Rebecca, shooting two more advancing vampires through the skull. She looked in the area of the room where Vampirella had gone down, she gasped when she saw four vampires pinning Vampi to the bloody floor, licking and biting the slender woman's flesh, drinking ravenously from her.

Rebecca kicked the head of a grasping vampire who was nothing more than an upper torso and a string of glistening intestine. The clawing vampire's head snapped back, then separated cleanly from its broken neck, landing with a wet plop in a puddle of dark ichor.

A lean, naked vampire hurled through the air, he crashed into Rebecca, driving her to the gore-drenched floor. Rebecca pressed the muzzle of the Colt Python into the gray-skinned vampire's throbbing temple, the heavy hammer clicked, the pistol was dry. The naked vampire drooled over Rebecca's horrified face, she could feel the creature's heavy erection rubbing between her bare thighs as he slowly licked her left cheek, then ripped away the bandage covering the bite mark on her throat. Panting raggedly, his breath foul with decay, the vampire locked his jaws upon Rebecca's slender throat. Rebecca bucked underneath the hungry vampire, she beat uselessly on his thin arms while he slurped on her cool, milky-white flesh, his black tongue lapping the blood pouring from her neck.

Something slammed into the drinking vampire's side, he was thrown off of Rebecca, he sailed through the air and smashed into the foyer wall with a sharp crunch, he twitched feebly as he slid to the floor.

Vampirella fired a burst from her rifle at a trio of lurching vampires. She reached down and took Rebecca's right wrist, she pulled the weak girl to her feet. Rebecca clung to Vampi's lithe body, she looked down at the woman, Vampi's vest was torn to shreds, her breasts, arms and legs bled in numerous places.

"Let's get out of this hell-hole," smiled Vampirella.

Rebecca held onto Vampi's left arm as the sharp-eyed woman shot down any vampire who ventured too close. When the two scantily-clad women reached the open foyer doors, all of the vampires were on the floor, decaying with every passing moment, their flesh liquefying, their brains smoking inside their skulls. Clinging to each other's waists, Vampirella and Rebecca left the silent Prometheus research facility.

The End.