𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Pulled Into the Vendetta

AN: This is pretty similar to another imagine I wrote where Reader gets transported into RE4R, but this time I've made it so she gets transporter into the Vendetta movie!
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The screen flickers with familiar opening scenes from Resident Evil Vendetta. It's a rainy evening, and I'm curled up on the sofa, popcorn in hand and focused on the movie that always brings me comfort. The soft glow of the TV lights up my living room, only making me melt further into the cushions as I let out a long breath and begin to unwind from my stresses. I'm immersed in the movie, eager to see my favourite comfort character. As the movie plays and we're finally about to see the first glimpse of the depressed and angsty Leon S. Kennedy in the restaurant something strange happens, a dizzying sensation washes over me, I feel like I'm floating away, it's similar to that feeling when you're aware of falling asleep.

Suddenly my eyes spring open once more, and I find myself standing in the very restaurant from the movie. I hear the clinking of glasses that the staff are cleaning, mixed with the faint hum of conversation between the few waitresses. I look around in confusion, trying to make sense of the surreal shift. A kind looking waitress approaches me, concern etched on her face as I stumble and look around with eyes wider than saucers. What the hell is happening?

"Excuse me, are you alright?" She asks, her voice slightly confused as I stare at her. Without thinking I reach out and place a hand on her arm, I feel the warmth from her and in that moment realisation hits me. This is all real. Her brows knit together as she steps back, looking over her shoulder at the other staff who haven't noticed the odd interaction. I let my hand drop as I straighten my shoulders, if I really am here- which I am- then I need to not make myself look like a fool, or at least not any more than I already have. I need to figure things out and find a way to get back to my safe space, not live out my greatest fantasies.

I finally reply, dismissing the rising panic within me. "I'm fine," I mumble, adding an airy laugh to prove that I'm okay, but it only makes me seem even more insane. My eyes scan the room as the waitress nods and walks away, leaving me to soak in the room. I look up at the warm lighting then observe the tables before my gaze finally lands on him. Leon sits at a table nursing a drink, his eyes focused downwards with that usual scowl on his face, he's as sexy and ruggedly handsome in real life, my heart skips a beat as I stare at him, mind blank until he slowly turns his head and those icy blue eyes find mine. The man arches a brow, letting out a small huff before turning away and not bothering to give me any more than a sparing glance. My shoulders deflate, but I know that no matter what I've got to talk to him. It would be a 'fuck you' to the universe if I didn't embrace the somewhat weird gift its given me.

I approach Leon's table with my palms slick from sweat, then in a moment of madness I pull out a chair and sit down opposite him. He raises his head, taking one final swig of the amber liquid as his eyes narrow at me. "I kind of wanted to drink alone." he says, his tone blunt and slightly irritated. It's not the first words I imagined Leon ever saying to me in my wildest dreams, usually they're along the lines of 'I'm so in love with you' or 'let me take you to dinner then give you the best night of your life'. I force myself to keep going, maybe he's the key to getting myself back to the real world, if I can trust anything fiction has told me I'm assuming the plot has to be resolved before I can leave. Leon looks over the top of my head, already waving up a hand to beckon the waitress over.

"Wait! No, don't have anymore." I blurt out, grabbing his hand as his eyes widen. He tugs his hand out of my grip as he clenches his jaw. My words hang between us awkwardly as his frown deepens, I can't tell him that in a matter of hours he'll be racing a Ducati down the highway with some zombiefied canines chasing him, so I smile and shrug up a shoulder. "It's rude to not ask a lady if she wants anything." I tilt my head as his pissed off look just turns to incredulous. Great, my favourite fictional character thinks I'm a nutcase.