Resident Evil Oneshots

Bodyguard

The grand study of Lady Dimitrescu is a room steeped in history and power. The walls, adorned with ancient tapestries, seem to hold the weight of centuries, and the grand fireplace, its flames dancing with a life of their own, casts long, flickering shadows that stretch across the room like ghostly fingers. The air is thick with the scent of burning wood and aged leather, mingling with a faint, almost imperceptible hint of something metallic. It is a place of authority, a place where decisions of great consequence are made, and it is here that I find myself standing, facing the imposing figure of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu.

Seated behind a massive, ornate desk, Lady Dimitrescu is the epitome of elegance and danger. Her tall, statuesque figure is bathed in the warm glow of the fire, yet her eyes remain cold, calculating, as they fix upon me with an intensity that feels almost predatory. Every movement she makes is deliberate, controlled, as if she is the master of time itself, and in her presence, I feel the full weight of her power. The room, already dimly lit, seems to darken further under her gaze, the shadows deepening as the air grows heavier with each passing moment.

I stand with a mixture of nerves and determination, acutely aware that this moment is unlike any I have faced before. My heart pounds but I force myself to remain composed, knowing that any sign of weakness will be noted and possibly used against me. Lady Dimitrescu's reputation precedes her; she is known not only for her beauty and grace but also for her ruthlessness. I know that this is more than just an interview—it is a test, a trial by fire, and I must prove my worth if I hope to survive, let alone succeed. Lady Dimitrescu's voice, when she finally speaks, is smooth yet edged with steel.

"So, you wish to become my daughters' bodyguard,"

she states rather than asks, her tone suggesting that she finds the notion almost laughable. Her eyes narrow slightly as she continues,

"What makes you think you are capable of such a responsibility? My daughters are not like others you may have encountered. They are... special."

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry, but I manage to keep my voice steady as I respond.

"I am well aware of your daughters' unique nature, my Lady. I have spent my life training. I am skilled in combat, both with weapons and without. I understand the importance of loyalty and discretion. I know that protecting your daughters will require more than just physical strength; it will require intelligence, adaptability, and unwavering commitment."

Lady Dimitrescu leans back slightly in her chair, her fingers steepled in front of her as she regards me with an unreadable expression.

"And what of your experience?"

she inquires, her tone still sharp, almost dismissive.

"Have you ever faced anything remotely akin to what you might encounter here? This is no ordinary household, as I'm sure you're aware."

I take a deep breath before answering.

"I have faced many dangers in my time, my Lady. I have fought against creatures that most would consider nightmares, and I have survived. I have protected those under my care, even at great personal risk. I understand that this will be different, more challenging, but I am prepared to face whatever may come. I am not one to back down from a challenge."

Lady Dimitrescu's eyes flash with something akin to interest, though her expression remains stern.

"And why do you seek this position? There are many who would flee from the very thought of working in this castle, let alone guarding my daughters. What motivates you to seek such a role?"

I hesitate for the briefest moment, aware that this is the most crucial question of all. I know that Lady Dimitrescu is not just testing my skills or experience—she is probing for something deeper, something that will reveal my true character. Finally, I speaks, my voice filled with quiet conviction.