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"Of course." He handed the piglet to the woman. Maybe he'd stop squirming so much. Mason couldn't understand why he wanted her attention more than his. He was his owner. The man was going to keep the smile on his face though. Molly had to think there was nothing wrong. She didn't know anything of course. 

Mason managed to laugh at her little joke. "Of course. I have to look good for the pigs." The chocolates. He was tempted yet again, but he kept his hands in his lap, holding onto each other tightly. 

"Maybe you could bring him by if you can bring him here. Not around little Pavlov though. Of course not!" Mason watched her with Pavlov. He seemed to have calmed down in her hands. She was good with animals. A stray even let her bathe it. 

"You're great with animals. Pavlov seems to love you already." The piglet was a baby. Anyone willing to hold him and pay attention to him was someone he loved. "Now Pavlov, you can't go home with her." A chuckle followed the sentence. He reached over to pet the piglet's head. 

The man pulled back and was up from the couch. "I should invite you over again shouldn't I?" He was over by his desk again, flipping a book open. "When are you open?" 

Molly laughed brightly as Pavlov wriggled to get closer to her fingers. evidently he liked being petted. “I like him too” she shrugged slightly “would it be alright if I held him? I don’t want him to fall over…” 

She traced the edge of one of Pavlov’s ears gently before looking back up at Mason. “Well, if you like the name, and I like the name… I think it might just be fitting. Now to decide if I can take him home with me. I’m just worried me might not get on well with the others” She admitted. Some dogs were more difficult with the other dogs. She selfishly had a desire to keep the strays she found, but sometimes it wasn’t what was best for the new dogs, or for the dogs she already had. 

"I think the chocolates are the real danger then. I never knew you were afraid of your waist line Mister Verger" She teased gently meeting Mason’s eyes. Something looked hidden under them, something she wasn’t sure she wanted to know…

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HeAteUs Meme 1/2; Guest Stars/Minor Characters

Michael Pitt as Mason Verger

"I am enchanted and terrified."

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:) i promise I'll be replying tomorrow. I'm at a friends house tonight.

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Pavlov seemed to be liked the attention he was getting from her. It was like he was a dog himself. He was trying to sniff her hand and trying to wiggle out of the blanket. The floors were hard wood in here. He'd let the piglet go, but he'd end up hurting himself on these floors. "I do believe he likes you." 

Mason nodded. Of course he had seen the movie and read the book. When he had read the book, he was curious about the movie. Still,he enjoyed the book a bit more/ "I still think Atticus would be a good name for him. The dog was strong enough to survive until you found him." He didn't even have to help her with the name. She was smart, but clearly not smart enough to see past Mason's mask.

"Dangerous with those chocolates of yours." He smiled, but there was some venom behind that smile. Of course she wasn't the most dangerous thing in this room. Only if Molly knew anything about Mason other than 'how sweet' he was. Something inside wanted to show the woman he wasn't what she thought he was, but he'd let her think that for a while longer. 

"Well I like the name Atticus, but people aren’t reading "To Kill an Mockingbird" as often as they used to. And the ones who do always remember scout, but the story… at least in my mind, was always more about Atticus. Plus if you’re a fan of the movie… Gregory Peck is amazing!" Molly smiled bouncing a bit, To Kill a Mockingbrid wasn’t her favorite book, but it was her favorite movie. In fact, Gregory Peck had been her first childhood crush. She still watches Roman Holiday on a regular basis. "Do you like the movie?" she asked mason hoping they might have that in common. It seemed so little else could be between them. He and she lived in far different worlds.

"Oh Pavlov! That’s an excellent name" She smiled as Mason left and returned with a bundle in his arms. She had been expecting a dog… particularly with the name, but when she saw the face of a little piglet, she thought it somehow made sense. Not that he had a piglet, but that it wasn’t a dog. Mason hadn’t seemed overly fond of the dog that would be called Atticus when they met.

Molly reached out with delicate fingers and stroked the piglet’s skin just above his nose. “Oh you little sir are adorable” she cooed “Hello Pavlov. Are you a gentleman too?”, before she looked up at Mason “Was that statement supposed to mean you think I’m dangerous?”

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"I, at least, do not look like I crawled out of a trash bin."

"—Respectfully I think you might be the funny one here considerin’ your hair makes y’look like a pineapple."

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"Oh aren't you the funny one." 

"—Yeah well, when you’re in an office waiting for appointments that tends to happen… It’s called being out in public."

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"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise." 

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He nodded, his smile widening a bit. "And I have people willing to show you. Do you know Italian?" It might have been a random question to ask, but being most of his help was Italian, it would have been easier for her if they started trying to speak to her in their native language. "It's okay if you don't, but you will end up learning it while working." 

"You can put that you speak another language on college sign ups now! See, you have a reason to work here. Other than you're just bored." 

Mason pulled away from Abigail, heading over to his desk. "I'll have a schedule made out for you, but it will just be for when they're showing you want to do. Then it will be for what days things need to be done. Whatever they do down there in the stables. Margot likes the stables more than myself." A few documents stapled together was pulled from a file. A pen was also picked up. 

"Here, read, fill out, and sign these. It's just some legal documents." They were placed down on the front of the desk, awaiting for her to take a look at them. "Do you have any questions?" 

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oshit wait that's not a dog.

here is a dog

i love when people post pictures of their dog

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"Why not? Atticus is a great name."  The box was placed down on his lap just so he wouldn't be tempted to eat all of the chocolates. Why eat them all now when he could have them throughout the day? Now he was tempted to go get Pavlov so he could let her see him. Hold him maybe. 

"I have a little pet. His name is Pavlov." Mason was off topic, but he didn't care. He wanted to show her Pavlov. The chocolates were set aside before he got up with no warning to where it he was going. He returned shortly with the little piglet in a blanket. He kept it in the house since it was so small. At first he wasn't planning on keeping it, but he just grew attached. 

Mason sat back down next to her and held the blanketed piglet out to her. "This is Pavlov." He was grumpy being that he had just grabbed him from taking a nap. "He won't hurt you. Promise. He's the least dangerous thing here." 

Molly laughed as Mason took the boxes. He reminded her of Will on Christmas. eyes all lit up and bright with excitement, unblinking and focused. “I think we might be able to work out a box of chocolate every so often for you if you came by. It’s a small thing, and you have been very kind to me. The occasional candy is not going to send me to the poor house” She laughed when mason said he might come by the shop to buy chocolate. It really wasn’t a big deal to her. 

Molly straightened her skirt over her knees as she sat beside Mason turning to look up at him slightly. She took one of the chocolates he offered her to in return lifting it in a gesture of cheers “See… very nice to me. Such a gentleman” she smiled “And as for names… I was thinking about Atticus, but it seems like fewer and fewer people even know who Atticus Finch was anymore. What do you think?”

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Mason kindly took the boxes from her. "Sit sit." He sat himself down on one of the couches and was already opening the box. Chocolates. One of the workers must have told her or she figured it out herself. A piece was pulled out and bit into. "Oh I might just have to buy some from you for now on." 

The dog needed a name? He wasn't too bad at names. He named Pavlov and he loved that little piglet a bit too much. It even knew its name whenever he called for it. "Do you have anything in mind?" Another chocolate was popped into his mouth as he thought. 

He held the box out to her, feeling as if he should share with her even if they were for him. "Here take one. I don't mind." 

Molly looked up at Mason from the lobby looking up the large and wide stairway at him. Somehow he managed to fill such a large room with his presence and command it. She had to admit, that was impressive. She smiled brightly  bouncing slightly the small heels of her shoes tapping lightly on the floor. 

"Well Mason, when I make a promise I always keep it. You might learn that about me. My word is greater than life itself." She shrugged "Thankfully chocolates are not a life or death sort of thing"

She followed his eyes to the sitting room, large and grand, and she felt a little like out of place. Like a child visiting a museum. “Well if you want an update on our friend the dog… who still doesn’t have a name by the way… I might need to sit” She teased “Sorry I didn’t bring him. I didn’t think you would like him to shed indoors. I was actually going to pick him up after I leave” Molly balanced the boxes on her hip waiting to follow Mason. 

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That was one of the horses kicking wasn't it? Mason's hand stopped on the horse's nose. Of course he wasn't scared. Why would he be scared? He took a moment to turn his head and frozen when he saw it. There it was standing by one of the horses. Black, sunken in body, horns. Was this what was watching him? The feeling? 

"You're...You're scaring the horses." 

Animals have an innate sense of knowing when something is wrong. It’s survival. It is living. Humans seem to have a diluted sense; some lacking it. The brain tried to pass it off as less- worries, falsities. Animals knew to trust it.

                                                                            Fluid movement still produced sound; the ground not to support the soundless of impossibility.  Still, the verisimilitude nature of the Wendigo allowed it to remain present and unseen until desired.

                                  Brushing a elongated hand upon the hindquarters of the stallion, the being watched the reaction stimulated from the contact; a kick, the horse unsatisfied and disturbed the being had lay even a hand upon it.

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He couldn't deny Hannibal's offer. Why not bring some young life to the farm. She might have some kind of effect on Margot. A good effect of course. Didn't want to be putting any wrong ideas in the woman's head. 

Mason had been waiting for her all day. Isn't really wasn't an interview, mostly just to explain to her what the job was going to be. Who knows what ideas Hannibal would put into Margot's head if he didn't give the young girl a job. 

When she knocked, one of the ladies who worked for him answered the door. "Miss Abigail? Mr. Verger is waiting for you." Her accent was Italian just like the other workers. She opened the door so the girl could come through. A smile was on her face. It was a warming one. The smile almost made the creepy surroundings a bit bearable. 

She led Abigail into an office and shut the door behind her. 

"You must be Abigail." Mason turned around, smiling at the girl. Oh how excited this was. "Dr. Lecter tells me you're looking for work," he approached her, hands going behind his back, "and I have work. Just for you. Do you like horses?" 

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Abigail Hobbs had been staying with Dr. Lecter for quite awhile. They weren’t permanent living accommodations, but it was something she had to do until she was able to hold her own financially. That could’ve been achieved a lot quicker had she allowed Freddie Lounds to write her story, but that apparently was a choice that had to be approved — and it was not. Within her stay, Dr. Lecter was assisting Abigail in her own t r a n s f o r m a t i o n; rebirth. Abigail was being molded into a killer; a Devil’s Advocate. But with this new personality, like any personality when maturing, she began to form her own opinions - straying from Hannibal’s advisements. A thirst was developing; she was prey turned predator - lure, turned killer.

Her second murder had already taken place, one that was well-known; Beverly Katz. It wasn’t anything planned, Hannibal hadn’t prepared her for it, but he helped her through the emotional aftermath of it. However, Abigail couldn’t take credit for the freezing and slicing of the body, the presentation was all Hannibal. The kill, was on her hands. It initiated the beginning stages of the the person she would become. 

Sooner or later, Abigail started feeling restless. A job, she wanted a job. It seemed to be the only thing to get her out of the house, in addition; it was a proper source of income. An income would aid in her savings toward the down payment of an apartment. Around the same time Abigail started to mention working, Hannibal mentioned the Verger family once or twice in various conversations. They decided to link the two. Dr. Lecter was positive that Mason would be able to offer some sort of work for Abigail, and that theory was confirmed within conversation between the two men. As she learned more about Mason Verger, she deemed him a possible target — this was approved. Mason Verger was terribly r u d e, anyway. Something was to be done about it.

The situation was deemed rather beneficial. Abigail would be earning pay to work for the person that she would develop some terrible plans for. 

A meeting was set up, Dr. Lecter gave Abigail the address to the Verger estate and advised her that Mason Verger would be expecting her. Within his explanation, she was told to be careful — that he may just be a rather unstable man. She left by herself, in her own car that she still had. It took her a little while longer to get there than she’d hoped, but it didn’t help how slow of a driver she was. At the gate, she had to give her name to gain entrance. There was no further question after saying it; the gates opened and she pulled in. Abigail didn’t approach the front door immediately once she parked and exited the car. A little time was taken to admire the view, it was a vast piece of land with lots of beauty to it. Despite the scenery, there was still an eerie feeling. Minutes later, Abigail approached the doors, she solemnly knocked on the doors loud enough for it to be heard. She couldn’t help but turn her back and study the view again as she waited, hands fidgeting. 

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"Don't want to work such a pretty girl with the pigs now do we? How do you feel about horses?"

                    Unfortunate, she almsot scoffed. “What type of work?”

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He hadn't forgot about dear old Molly. The card she had given him was sitting on his desk. Mason had been waiting for someone to tell him the woman had called him and was going to be showing up. He missed her even if he had to carry her dog out. 

Maybe she'd bring the dog. It would be nice to see it. Surely it was well by now. 

Of course Mason hadn't mentioned Molly to Margot. Didn't want her jealous of someone else getting his attention. The idea of her getting jealous made him smile. She wouldn't thought. They way she looked at him in anymore was nothing more than her mind trying to figure out how to kill him. 

Mason decided to meet up with her once she was inside, downstairs. 

"It's lovely to see you, but where's your friend?" Molly didn't have the dog with her. A little odd.He was actually expecting to see the dog. Pretend he actually wanted to pet it and such. He smiled as he eyes landed on the box. "I see you kept your promise." 

He cleared his throat and glanced over in the sitting room, just to make sure Margot hadn't decided to take a little break in there. "Do you want to sit down?" 

Molly let go of the dog, leaving him in Mason’s arms for just a moment and rushing to open the back door to her car, returning to help lay the dog  there petting his head once more after he was laid still. 

"I would offer you my jacket with my card. You must be cold!" she teased gently, but with concern as she took a card from her purse and tucked it into Mason’s shirt pocket. "There. it’s no jacket, but… it’s something" she smiled "I feel like there’s an investment in him… I might need your approval on a name.  I’m thinking Jackson… but I don’t know yet" she shrugged swaying slightly. She should let him go, he was probably more cold than he let on. "you have my shop number on that card, and the address. And I’ll make sure to call before I bring by the sweets. Maybe when I come back I can meet your Margot?" She asked "or not… but… thank you. This means a ton to me. It really does. but… um… I’ll call. I should let you get back. I would say, say hello to your sister for me, but she doesn’t know me… and I might hug you, but you don’t seem like the hugging type" She laughed once more "So… just… thank you. And, I’ll bring back chocolates" 

Molly smiled as she got into the car and drove away making sure to stop at the vet to get the dog checked. They kept him for a few days monitoring his weight. And when he was up and in running order, Molly returned. She had called the Verger estate earlier in the day and talked to Matteo, who she had only briefly seen, but who seemed to be the personal protector and keeper. He had told her to come to the estate while Mason was free and to bring chocolates rather than candy ribbons. She had thought it was a bit specific, but agreed. She was headed there before she picked up the still nameless dog. For a moment she debated picking him up first and bringing him to see Mason, but he hadn’t exactly seemed comfortable with him and rethought the situation. Instead it would just be her and three bows of silver wrapped chocolates and a small box of peppermint bark. Honestly, who didn’t like peppermint bark?

She was also far more collected this time around. Hair less tangled and messy, dress dry and orderly. She was now much more able to make an impression.