Raven's Stash of Resident Evil x Reader Things

Being Lady Dimitrescu's Son and Dating Elena Lupu

(Male reader).

Warnings: some blood and violence.

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- It's a warm summer night when you meet Elena Lupu. The sun set nearly an hour ago. She's hurrying back home after finishing some last-minute errands. She got caught up helping a family friend. It wasn't her intention to be out so late. Elena knows—hell, practically every resident in the village knows—that it's often not the best idea to be outside by yourself after darkness has blanketed the sky. Especially unarmed.

- Lycans sometimes raid the village to kill livestock, and they aren't at all opposed to striking down any humans they may come across.

- Even worse, one might be unfortunate enough to cross paths with a Vârcolac. That is an encounter very few can make it out of.

- Or, for those who are remarkably unlucky, the gaze of one of Lady Dimitrescu's children might find them.

- You lurk in the foliage, the horns of the buck you just struck down still in your grasp when you hear rustling.

- Elena is passing by, completely unaware of your presence.

- Suddenly, her bag splits open, contents spilling all over the ground.

- One of the items lands right in front of you.

- With an exasperated sigh, Elena kneels down and begins to gather everything into her arms.

- You could kill her. You could end another life here and now.

- Elena startles at the boots that appear in front of her.

- Now, she doesn't exactly know what any of Lady Dimitrescu's children look like given the fact that they rarely leave the castle...

- But she thinks she might be safe assuming that you are her son.

- Your eyes shine out from under your hood. Similar to your Mother, they have the appearance of burning embers with a second color bleeding around the edges. The stare is piercing. It feels as though it could set her alight like an ant under a loupe.

- Gore mottles your neck and the lower half of your face. That's what it must be based on the metallic smell, anyway.

- One hand rests on the handle of the sickle in the sheath hanging from your waist.

- Elena's first instinct is to run.

- Before she can even begin to do so, however, you hold out a small package.

- "I believe this is yours."

- She still ought to bolt. She should be getting as far away from you as can because she does not want to die out here.

- Instead, Elena stares up at you and doesn't move even an inch. She doesn't know what unknown force is keeping her in place, but she is as still as a statue.

- You can't blame her for her reaction.

- Slowly, you place her parcel on top of the collection of things in her arms and take a step back.