Rachel Resident Evil Revelations Novels & Stories

--- “No matter how fast you run, you can't hide from your destiny because destiny has its way of finding you.” --- A tiny figure was running in the darkness of the alleyway. A fourteen-year-old girl, huffing, struggling to get enough oxygen for her lungs to function smoothly. Her tiny frame was trembling like a leaf, cheeks stained with tears. She was holding a shiny object in her shaky hands close to her chest, as if her life depended on it. The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago.

“Shut it. You worry too much. Keep your vampire politics to yourself. Love you, got to go! I’ll talk to you later.” Worry too much… yeah, right. I didn’t worry enough, if anything. I wasn’t letting another person I care about get kidnapped though. I wondered down the hall until I found Mitchell’s room. Pretty sure it was his. It smelled like him and I could hear him inside. I knocked on the door. “Come in Rachel.” “How did you know it was me?” “No one else would have bothered to wait after knocking.” “Ah. Well, I have a request.”

He squeezes and lets go of my hand. “Was that Surge you were talking to?” I blush a little and look away, “Yeah, we hung out today.” She looked at me long and hard before stepping out of the doorway, “Katherine, don't do that. Don't hang out with people like Surge. He's trouble, and plus he only wants one thing from girls.” She keeps her eyes tightly on the floor. Rachel is different from the last time I saw her. We both have grandpa Riley's piercing blue eyes. She has jet black hair, her nose has a small gold hoop in it. Her dark makeup makes her blue eyes pop more. At the top of the stairs, She pulls a joint out of her cigarette pack, “Don't tell my dad ok?” I just nod and we both squeeze

He laughed out loud as I asked something like an ignorant child and replied with a mischievous smile, "oh this is a secret, my angel. Soon I will tell you about this. Be patient my princess." When we reached the hall, suddenly from nowhere Damien called Xander to come with him for once. Xander told me to wait there and left with him. I was examining the hall's antic things suddenly I saw Rachel in a pair of jeans and yellow top, she walked towards me with a slight tilt of her lips. I didn't like her much, didn't know why might be for those temporary Luna things or for an uncomfortable glance.

The main hall was just shrouded in silence for a few moments. Rachel's confession had shocked everyone in the room. They had thought that Rachel was dead after 10 years had passed without a news. But unexpectedly, she was still alive as the leader of a new pack. The look in Rachel's eyes directed at Brandon conveyed the anger she had been holding back, although the sweet smile was still on her lips. The atmosphere in the room was beginning to feel tense, until Beta Victor broke the silence.

I stood face to face with Chris Valemont, the invisible wall of animosity between us was enough to keep anyone from stepping closer. Rachel was in the middle, her eyes darting from me to him, confusion flickering in her expression. “You two know each other?” she asked, her voice steady but laced with suspicion. She didn’t direct the question at either of us. It hung in the air, daring one of us to answer. “You shouldn’t be here,” Chris said again, his tone flat, his jaw tight.

I said, inadequate but genuine. "Don't be sorry. Be angry. Use that anger to fuel the work we're doing." He drained his coffee and stood. "Come on. I want to show you something." We left money on the table and headed out into the late afternoon sun. Elias led us through the Ruins district with the confidence of someone who knew every street, every shortcut, every blind corner. He stopped at a particular alley, narrow, dingy, graffiti covering the brick walls on either side. "This is where they found Rachel," he said quietly. "Right there, between those dumpsters. She'd been there for three days in the summer heat before anyone noticed."

I turned on my side, feigning sleep, watching the way his thumb moved across the screen, the way his jaw clenched. He was unraveling. And in his unraveling, I saw my chance. But underneath the calculation, underneath the fury, there was something else too. Fear. Because for the first time since this all began, I wasn’t sure I had been playing the right game. By morning, the house felt suffocating. I couldn’t stay, not with the ghost of Elizabeth’s whisper still crawling over my skin. Camille. She knew my name. I dressed slowly, deliberately, sliding into a soft gray dress instead of the black that had clung to me the night before. I painted my lips red, let my hair fall loose over my shoulde

Instead, the receptionist told her I'd already checked out and that I'd left something behind for her. It was a photo album. The cover was black, just the way I liked it. The moment she opened it, she froze. The first photo was from our very first date. I was wearing a white shirt while she wore a white dress. We stood on the rocks by the ocean, grinning like idiots. She couldn't even remember when that picture had been taken. As she turned the pages, she found the story of us. A picture of her cooking in our tiny apartment. The crooked snowman we'd built together one winter.