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To My Taste

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Part 8: Hedonistic

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⚠️Warnings⚠️ 18+ but there isn't really sex just heavy petting. Obsessive Behavior, gaslighting. Mentions of both Somnophilia and CNC kinda.

There was a prick in my arm that made my eyes pop open. Hannibal was trying to put an IV in. I moved my arm away from whatever it was in the IV bag, he was about to put in the IV. He looked surprised for a split second before smiling.

"There is my favorite patient." He said as he tried to continue to hook up the IV to the bag of liquid. I put my hand over the IV opening.

"What are you doing?" The words felt like mush in my mouth. I must have still been high from the codeine he gave me.

"You have been asleep for almost a day. I was going to give you fluids so you didn't get dehydrated. May I continue?" He asked as he looked down at my hand. I looked up at the bag of mystery liquid. What was I thinking? This is Hannibal, what would he possibly put in an IV that would hurt me. Giving him a sheepish grin I nod and move my hand.

"Where is Will?" I ask wincing as Hannibal plugs in the tubing.

"Working I'm afraid. We will just have to keep each other company." He jokes while taking off his gloves.

"I need to get to work. It's been days." I try to sit up but Hannibal stops me.

"Jack came by this morning, we told him you were still sleeping and were having a difficult time adjusting. He wants you to take a few more days." Hannibal says as he tucks the covers back around me.

"They are still looking for the man? It's wasting resources. Maybe we should just tell them the truth." The last part came out as a mumble. It was taking a lot of effort to choose the right words. I knew what I wanted to say, it was a matter of making my mouth say it. Hannibal shushes me and puts my hand back under the blanket.

"That would only cause the team more problems. Think how sad Beverly would be if you were found guilty of murder. You wouldn't be able to see Will or I in Jail. We'd all be in trouble." I could tell he was using simpler words than normally would. It did make sense though. I didn't want to go to jail.

"I feel bad." I say softly looking up at him. He checked the IV bag and moved my head to the side very gently.

"I know you do. Guilt is understandable. You have been through something traumatic but you did the right thing. A man like that shouldn't be around people." He says as he starts parting my hair like he was looking for something.

"What are you doing now?" I question keeping my head perfectly still for him.

"I am checking the stitches and bruises. You seem to be healing nicely. We will see how your pain is once the drugs wear off." His fingers delicately dance through my hair. I had no doubt this would hurt without the codeine but for now it felt like he was just playing with my hair. I grin and close my eyes enjoying the sensation.

He brushed my hair down flat and turned my head to the other side. His hands were really warm. I could feel myself start to slip back to sleep. I jerk my body to wake up. If I slept anymore I'd lose it. Too much sleep always puts me in a fog.

"Did something hurt?" He asked as he paused his gentle head massage.

"No, I don't want to go back to sleep." Opening my eyes I look out his window at the treeline. It was pouring outside. The rain tapped against the window. He chuckled softly as he smoothed my hair out again and pulled his hands away.

"I was thinking about last night. Did you enjoy the meat you ate?" He asked as he took out a small light and shined it in my eyes. Letting out a whine I squint and pull my hands to my face to block the light. He was checking to make sure my pupils dilated and I guess I passed the test because he put his light away quickly.

His question bounced around in my head. I had almost forgotten I had meat last night. Far more eventful things happened that night that had my attention.

"Yeah it was good. It was a little too bloody." I was doing my best to speak clearly to avoid the embarrassment of mumbling anymore. Hannibal chuckled again and nodded. He seemed pleased with my answer. His eyes wrinkled up a bit the way they do when he is cooking or looking at Will.

"If I made you some more would you try it again?"

"What If I don't like it? I don't want it to go to waste." I say as I look back over at the IV. I found myself trying to pick at the tape holding it in place.

"I will finish it if you don't. I would like for you to be able to enjoy what Will and I do." He said as he gingerly took my hand away from the tape and put it back under the blanket again. He tucked my upper body in a little more snuggly this time. "So can I get you to try some more?"

"Alright." I wasn't sure why it was so important to him. Maybe it was a cultural difference. I wouldn't want to be rude. He smiled at me. It reached his eyes yet again, making me smile back. He had such a sweet smile. When it reached his eyes it made me melt. I look away from him to avoid getting butterflies.

"I'm going to make you some food. If you need anything just call." He says as he leans forward and kisses me on the forehead. He lingered for a second. My face got warm and I closed my eyes so I could enjoy the feeling of his lips against my skin.

"Sounds good." I whisper as I turn my head away from him to look out the window. He left the room and kept the door wide open.

He had nearly imprisoned me in this blanket. There was hardly any room to move. It seemed the more I strained the tighter my wrappings got.

Giving myself a rest for a moment I look around his room for something that I could focus on to keep myself awake. The conversation I caught last night sprung to mind. Will was feeding his dogs something. He was taking a cut of something. I wished they had spoken more frankly. They could be so vague it drives me crazy.

Laying in this position all day was starting to make me sore. Which was a good sign because that meant the drugs were wearing off. I continued my fight with the blankets again but this time I made some headway. I was able to wiggle my arm free. It was all I needed to unwrap myself from this cotton trap.

Sitting up I inspect the IV bag holder. It didn't have wheels on the bottom like most. I didn't feel like I was all that dehydrated so I disconnected the tubing to the bag and used the bed to push myself to my feet. I was too chicken to try and take the IV out myself.

Walking wasn't as difficult as it initially seemed. Once I got my footing it was easy enough. Now out from under the blanket I realized how cold I was. In truth I wasn't even sure why I was looking for Hannibal, being alone just didn't feel right.

Finally making my way to the kitchen I found he wasn't here but all his cooking equipment was. Waiting for him there didn't occur to me. I started down another hall in search of my Doctor. He turned a corner holding a cut of meat wrapped in white paper.

"Now how did you get over here?" He grinned but he seemed a little vexed.

"I wanted to walk." I say as I lean against the wall taking a small break. He held out his arm for me to use to steady myself.

"Come along then, it would seem I need to tuck you in a little more tightly." We make it to the kitchen again and he lays the meat down on the counter before using his newly freed hand to lead me back to his room.

"Why do I have to be in here? I can walk fine." It sounded a bit more whiny than I intended it to. Hannibal let go of me suddenly and I stumbled before regaining my coordination. My knees wobbled like a spotted fawn. Standing was harder than walking somehow. The ground spun beneath me whenever I stood still.

"Yes you seem quite sturdy." He taunted, with a soft smile. He took my hand to help me back into bed. "You are shaking, it is dangerous to try and walk alone. You do seem to be getting more lucid. The fact you were able to untuck yourself is impressive in itself. Your fine motor skills are present seeing as you managed to unplug your IV. Be patient and the drugs should be out of your system soon enough, then you can wander all you want." He lightly scolded as he allowed me to sit up in bed.

"Oh Hannibal, you really know how to compliment a girl. Never had a man compliment my ability to untuck myself from his bed." He wasn't wrong though. I was feeling more alert and less sluggish. He started to hook the IV back in when I stopped him. "I don't feel dehydrated and I'm awake now so I can just drink something right?" I ask looking up at him.

"If you think you feel well enough I suppose it's not needed." He agreed. He gently peeled the tape from the crease of my elbow and expertly removed the IV. Without warning he leaned down and kissed the spot the needle had been. My eyes widened as I watched him.

It was a delicate but firm kiss. My stomach did flips as he stood up straight again. The smallest dot of blood sat on his bottom lip until he licked it away, as if he didn't even notice it. He placed his thumb over the needle spot. Reaching for his first aid kit on the table he pulls out a band-aid to cover the small wound. "There we go all better." He spoke but I wasn't really listening. My heart was still fluttering from his tender kiss.

"What was that for?" I was baffled by him yet again. My cheeks felt red hot as they blushed for him.

"It was an apology for the blemish and pain." He said as he moved the IV bag and holder away from the bed.

"Apology accepted. You do that for all your patients?" I ask with a smirk. Flirting with him seemed like a bad idea but I couldn't resist.

"Only for the ones who look so sweet when they blush." He spoke so matter of factly but still somehow sounded flirtatious.

"Oh you use that line on Will?" I couldn't let myself be the only one who was frazzled. I give him an almost smug grin as I look up at him. I wanted to see him squirm under my bluntness. His expression didn't change, he didn't seem shy about it in the slightest.

"No, I just propositioned him with sex. No line was required." He said with his own smirk now.

"What a lucky man." I remark

"Are you referring to Will or I?" He asked as he leaned against the bedside table and crossed his arms.

"Both." I say softly looking up at him. He let out a small chuckle in acceptance.

"Are you the hedonistic type Lydia?" The question took me by surprise.

"That's a word, hedonistic. I never understood if that word was supposed to be offensive. Nothing wrong with the pursuit of pleasure."

"If you think so, why haven't you answered my question?"

"Why did you ask the question?" We sat there for a moment just staring as if waiting for the other to break.

"It is bad manners to answer a question with a question of your own." His tone is different. It could have just as easily been interpreted as a warning of some kind.

"It's bad manners to tease your guests." I say with a playful grin. It seemed I had gotten some kind of rise out of him. He seemed to be affected by my words now.

"I'm not teasing you, not yet anyway." His lip curled into a slow grin as he looked down at me. The look in his eye wasn't too dissimilar to the look Will gets. It was dark but seemed more restrained.

Something about his expression was alarming. I wasn't sure what it was but looking into his eyes I felt like prey looking into a hungry predator's eyes.

He stood up straight and the look in his eyes changed along with his grin. "I'm going to prepare our meal. I'll be back soon. Don't leave the bed again please." He requests as he leaves the room. I was left wondering how much of what I felt was intentional on his part.

A boom of thunder broke my concentration as a storm brewed outside. Normally a storm wouldn't bother me but today it seemed to weigh on my mind more then it should. I jumped with every crack of thunder. The wind picked up quick and the trees swayed and bent in the storm.

Hannibal returned after a while with a tray full of food and drinks. He sat the tray down on the bedside table and pulled a chair near the bed before handing me my plate. It was some kind of thinly sliced meat arranged beautifully to look like a flower of some kind. His plate had an equally beautiful arrangement of meat that looked a bit more bloody than mine.

"I am testing out arrangements for a dinner party I plan to have soon. What do you think of the Dahlia?" He asked gesturing to the elaborate looking flower made of meat on my plate.

"It is certainly original, must have taken you a while. Why a Dahlia?" I ask as I gently feel one of its petals.

"Dahlias are a resilient flower but also fragile. They can bloom in intense heatwaves while all its garden mates wilt and crisp under a harsh sun, but they have very weak stems. They often collapse under the weight of their own buds and blossoms. I enjoy the duality and versatility of the flower, and they are beautiful." He perfects his own arrangement as he speaks. He seemed completely absorbed in the task. It was obvious he put so much thought into the arrangement.

"And here I was thinking you just liked old unsolved cases." I say with a grin. The faux flower seemed almost too pretty to ruin by cutting into it with silverware. Hannibal nodded and grinned at me.

"Well yes of course the murder comes to mind as well. Such a dark mind for a bright young woman." I wasn't sure if it was a compliment or an insult but either way I couldn't stop myself from blushing yet again. He took pity on me and didn't mention my red cheeks. "Well it's not just meant to be beautiful, please try it." He sounded almost excited for me to try. I don't keep him in suspense for long. I used the fork to scoop up some petals and put them into my mouth. They were so soft and smooth they almost felt like a real plant but the taste was unmistakably meat.

"It's good, the texture is great. I think the meat taste pretty good as well. I like it." I say as I take another bite. His face lights up as he nods.

"Good! I was worried the texture was too thin. I want the guest to enjoy the delicateness of the petals without taking from the meat's natural texture."

"As normal you have nailed it Hannibal this is really great." He seemed proud. I always liked seeing someone indulge in something they love. It's the main reason I went fishing with Will.

We enjoyed both our arrangements in comfortable silence. Once we both finished Hannibal collected the plates and placed them on the tray.

The storm showed no sign of slowing. I was a bit worried about Will making it back safely. My attention was pulled by Hannibal who cleared his throat.

"May I confess something to you?" I look over at him. I was almost worried what might come out if this man's mouth next.

"Of course what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, I just want to be transparent with you. I have a guilty conscience. I let the air out of your tire the first night you stayed. I snuck out while the food was cooking and unscrewed your air cap." He said he felt guilty but he didn't really look it. He sat straight in his chair and looked me in the eye he spoke so confidently.

"Um alright why? Did you do that?" I was sure he had his reasons but it did tick me off a little.

"I was worried about you. Your attacker was still out there and I didn't want you to go home to an empty house."

"Oh Hannibal you could have just came out and said that. I would have stayed." It was a sweet thought. It felt strange to have someone go behind my back to try and protect me, almost like receiving a backhanded compliment.

"No you wouldn't have, you would have fought tooth and nail to not feel like a burden so I had to give you no option. And my actions were not entirely altruistic, it was my attempt to help Will. He had mentioned his interest in you. I thought if you two spent more time together outside of work it might help his chances. Unfortunately I believe his nerves got the better of him and he overdid it with the alcohol." Hannibal stopped speaking for a second and looked out the window before speaking again. "And I wasn't dreading the idea of spending more time with you."

"Well um you really thought long and hard about it, it would seem. Just don't do that again. If you wanted to spend time together you could have just asked." I lean forward a bit to bring my face into his line of sight. It seemed to work and he looked back at me. He grinned and nodded as he stood up to take the tray.

"I'm going to clean this up. Would you like to come with me?" He asked as he held out his hand to help me out of bed. I jumped at the opportunity to get out of this room.

Taking his hand I got up and used his shoulder to steady myself. The walk was easy enough. Eating some food had really helped in my recovery from this hellish drug he gave me.

Once in the kitchen I sat down on one of the stools as he started to clear the tray. I was about to ask him if he wanted help when the front door was opened quickly and closed. Will fought to fold up a broken umbrella as he stepped into the foyer and spotted us in the kitchen.

"Hell of a storm. You got candles Hannibal?" He asked as he took off his rain soaked coat and hat.

"I have many." Hannibal answers from the sink with a grin.

"Good, good to see you up and around." Will says as he puts a hand on my face and leans down to kiss me. I was so surprised by the kiss I left my eyes open. He pulled away and chuckled softly.

"Yeah hey there." I say taken off guard. The kiss wasn't unwelcomed, it just wasn't expected. Hannibal didn't even seem to notice the random kiss.

"Did you miss me?" Will asked me with a grin as he stole another peck of a kiss from my lips.

"Of course I did but Hannibal kept me company. He made us meat flowers." As I speak Will started undoing his sleeve buttons. He laughed once I finished talking and looked at Hannibal like I was crazy.

"Yeah meat flower? That sounds interesting." He sounded like he was talking to a child.

"No she isn't mistaken, I made a meat arrangement that resembled a Dahlia." Hannibal corrects him. Will looks surprised but nods.

"Sorry I thought you were still loopy. You were feeling pretty good this morning and were saying some funny stuff." Will says as he leans against the bar. I laugh a little, feeling embarrassed.

"Oh no what did I say?"

"It's alright Hannibal warned me you might be out of it. You asked if I wanted to mess around." He said with a playful grin.

"Oh god! sorry about that." I say sheepish. I glanced up at Hannibal who didn't seem to have any reaction to what was said.

"Don't apologize, it was fun." Will says as he puts his hand on my thigh. I didn't catch it at first. I put my face in my hands and laughed until it hit me.

"What was fun?" I asked, feeling a pit grow in my stomach. He looked like a deer in headlights as he realized something.

"Well when I-." He paused and looked embarrassed now. "When I fingered you." He whispered the last part. I pulled away from him, surprised.

"You what?!." I pushed his hand off my thigh and looked at him disgusted.

"I'm sorry I didn't think you'd mind. You asked me to. You don't remember it? I figured you were into it." Will did seem genuinely sorry not for doing it but for the misunderstanding perhaps. I looked up at Hannibal for back up. He had poured himself some scotch and was sipping it as he listened to us. He was completely unfazed.

His reaction made me feel almost silly. Like I was overreacting. Will put his arm around me and pulled me closer.

"You knew I was out of it." I said looking up at him. His brow furrowed for a second before grinning.

"I didn't know you wouldn't remember. If I would have known that I wouldn't have done it. I'm so sorry, forgive me?" He leaned down and gave me another kiss. The situation felt off but he probably did think I was into it. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about his fingers inside of me before. He was hard to be mad at. He was holding my face so tenderly and his lips were so soft against mine. That's when I remembered Hannibal was still in the room. I pulled away from the kiss and looked over at him. He was still just looking at us. His expression was unreadable. I turned my attention back to Will.

"Just don't do it again." I say softly. I felt violated but something deep in me almost liked the idea of it in a sick twisted way it felt romantic. I wasn't proud of this feeling but I also couldn't stop it.

"I promise." He said before trying to kiss me again. I turn my head not wanting to be kissed like that again in front of Hannibal. I was feeling extra shy and sensitive after this situation came to light. Hannibal seemed to understand without being told and he turned around to organize some pots and pans. Will didn't take the hint. He used his hand to turn my face back to him and kissed me a bit more forcefully. I couldn't help but kiss him back.

"I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?" He asked, finally breaking the kiss. I shook my head no.

"No, my head is starting to hurt. Maybe next time." I say with a small grin. He seemed okay with me not coming along.

"Hannibal?" He asked, looking over at him. Hannibal looked up at the clock and turned around.

"I'd be delighted. Will you be okay alone?" He asked as he looked at me. I was surprised by how casual he was about joining Will's shower.

"Oh um yeah totally. I'm just going to watch some TV or something." I stuttered a bit looking at the two men. The openness about sex would take some getting used to.

Hannibal had made his way to Will and kissed him sweetly on the cheek before the two men walked off together. I felt jealous but I wasn't sure who I was jealous of.

Shaking the thought from my head I got up and carefully walked to the living room. It was a minor miracle Hannibal even had a TV he didn't seem like the type to watch television. I flipped through the channels before landing on the news. It was a special segment dedicated to missing persons.

A few unfamiliar faces passed by as the news anchor spoke about them until something caught my eye in one of the photos. It was a mugshot of a man accompanied by pictures of unique features he had. On his calf was a tattoo of a tiger. The exact tattoo I remembered seeing on the dismembered leg in Hannibal's basement. My blood ran cold as I listened to the news anchor speak. The man was a career criminal. He went missing a few weeks ago from his home.

I thought back to the supposed hallucination I had about Hannibal's basement. I know it was the same tattoo. It was really poorly done, probably got it in prison or done by a friend with a tattoo gun. They showed me the pig's body; it definitely wasn't human. Did Hannibal move the body and replace it? My stomach churned at the thought. He was so willing to hide my attacker's body. Maybe it wasn't his first time.

I was going to be smart about it this time. I shouldn't jump to conclusions. I'll ask Will to come with me to the basement when Hannibal isn't around. We can look together. I won't even have to tell Will what I'm looking for. This way Hannibal wouldn't be able to lie his way out of it.

The shower turned off and I could faintly hear the men talking in Hannibal's room. I changed the channel and tried to look natural. They came out to the living room shortly after.

The night continued on. I had to wait till Hannibal was asleep or gone before I could tell Will anything. Going through the evening was exhausting. Hannibal was so perceptive. He could tell something was wrong. I had to keep reassuring him it was just my head. He was eager to offer me all sorts of methods of pain management. I was growing more and more nervous that I was tipping him off to something. It was nearly 11 when Hannibal got a call. It was a patient of his. They had tried to hurt themselves and were begging to see him at the hospital.

"Do you want us to come along?" Will offered as Hannibal pulled on his coat and got a new umbrella from the holder by the door. I stayed calm not wanting to seem too eager to get Will alone.

"No, I will be alright. I don't want you two out in this storm. Thank you though, make sure she gets some rest and I'll be home soon." Hannibal said as he kissed Will and I on our cheeks. He seemed more affectionate. That was good. He must not have suspected anything.

I watched Hannibal go to his car and pull out of his driveway. Will seemed excited for him to leave for a different reason. He came up behind me and started kissing on my neck while he wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm so sorry about this morning." He said in between slow sweet kisses. I was trying to think of what I could tell him to get him in that basement that didn't make me sound crazy.

"It's okay Will. It was a misunderstanding, It happens." I say trying to ease his mind.

"You just looked so beautiful. You fell asleep in my arms. I think I found a new turn on." He whispered in my ear. I was hardly listening to him. I was too busy trying to think up a lie.

"Drugging a girl?" I tease him a bit. He laughed as he pressed my hips against his. I could feel his member at attention against me.

"You sleeping, you looked so peaceful." He said as he tried to lift my sleep shirt. I keep my arms down by my side stopping him. What he was staying didn't make sense. I didn't think I was asleep when he touched me this morning.

"I thought I was awake." I say as I pull my hips away from him ever so slightly.

"You were awake in the beginning. Then you laid your head on my shoulder and fell asleep. It was so intimate, you trusted me so much." He started to rub his hand against the front of my underwear under my sleep shirt. I was half disgusted and half turned on. I wanted to hit him for not stopping once I fell asleep but at the same time I wanted him to fuck me right there in the foyer. I had to focus, our psychiatrist could be a murdering cannibal.

"I need your help." I say as I pull his hand away from my crotch. He wasn't going to let me move from his grasp though.

"Anything, just say it." He hummed as he bit at my neck.

"I think I lost my earring in Hannibal's basement when we were down there. Can you help me look for it?" He stopped all of his canoodling as soon as I mentioned the basement.

"You are thinking about your earrings right now?" He laughed as he turned me around to face him.

"It's the most expensive pair I have." I say as I give him an apologetic kiss for ruining the mood. It was a long shot. Will had a great memory and I worried he'd remember I wasn't wearing earrings that night. His mind seemed more preoccupied with a more pressing matter than my earring.

He leaned down and kissed me back as he tried to pick me up. I had to pull my body from his to get him to regain focus. "Will, please! I love those earrings." He wiped his mouth as he looked down at the ground. He seemed to be trying to collect his thoughts.

"Alright stay here." He said as he went to head towards the basement.

"I'll come along, the more eyes the better. It's super small. You might miss it." I say as I hurry after him. I lose my footing and stumble behind him. He turned around to try and catch me. "I'm fine, I'm fine, let's just look for the earring." I say smiling at him. I was doing my best to not seem desperate.

"There is no way I'm taking you down there. There is a table saw and a concrete floor. It's a death trap for you in this state. I won't be long, just stay put." He tried to walk me to the sofa but I refused to sit.

"Just let me help!" I shout as I push his hands off me. He seemed to have caught on.

"Lydia we have been through this, there is nothing down there. There wasn't the other night and there isn't tonight. Hannibal isn't chopping people up in his basement." Will was speaking softly and gently. Like he was talking to a wounded animal.

"No Will look, look at this." I say as I grab my phone from the coffee table. I pull up the missing persons report and show him the tattoo. "It's the tattoo I saw. Maybe I'm mistaken but I don't think I am so let's go down there and check it out please!" I beg as he takes my phone to get a better look.

"Is this even a tiger? Looks more like an alpaca." He says under his breath. He closed my phone and looked down at me. He was thinking about something. He had started to sweat when I showed him the picture. He either thought I was going crazy or he was starting to believe me.

"Just one look." I say as I lean against him. "Please."

"I'll look. You can't even walk in a straight line without help. Let me go down and check it all out." He says with a small smile. It wasn't ideal but at least he seemed to believe me or at least believe that I thought this was real.

"Okay yeah sure. Just look in the freezers. Look for hairs, human hair." I say as I sit down on the sofa. He nods and puts my phone in his pocket. I thought it was odd but maybe he wanted it for a light.

"Stay here. Don't move please." He said as he kissed me on the forehead. I agreed as he walked down the hall. It wasn't very long at all. Not even two minutes before I couldn't take it anymore. I walked after him, he must have been in the basement because the door was cracked open. I snuck over and peeked through the crack. I couldn't see anything other than the stairs.

Will was talking down there. I couldn't really hear him so I quietly opened the door and squeezed through. Scooting down slowly on my butt I got near the bottom of the steps and could finally hear him.

"Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth!" He whispered. I have never heard that tone from Will. He sounded absolutely crazed so mad he could hardly form a coherent sentence.

Was he talking to himself? I stood up and peeked around the corner so I could try and see what was happening. Will's back was to me. He was moving something into a closet, it looked like a hospital bed. On the bed looked to be a person, or at least I think it was a person. They were covered in a white sheet and were hooked up to a machine on wheels of some kind. I held my breath not wanting him to know I was lurking.

"Help." Someone gasped out from the sheet. They hardly sounded human.

"Shut up!" Will barked in a hushed tone. I yelped in surprise, making Will freeze. He knew I was here.

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Part 7: Hannibal's Watch

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⚠️Warning⚠️ There is smut in this part please Don't read it if you are under 18. Obsessive Behavior. Some cannibal shenanigans as well.

I was careful to lie still in Will's arms. The lightest brush of his chest would make my head hurt. My eyelids were the only thing protecting my eyes from the harsh daylight coming in from the windows. I wanted to look up and see if Will was awake but it would prove to be too big of a feat for me right now.

I told myself once this killer was handled I would focus on figuring what to do about the Will situation. Will was an incredible smart man. He had to know how bizarre it was to hold his co-worker so intimately.

How sure was I that I could be there for him the way he needs me to be? I used to think Will was more like a cat. Wanting affection on his terms, always seeming disinterested. This time I have spent with him has shown me he is very much the opposite. It bordered on suffocating, obsessive almost. He was holding me like we were a married couple.

He slowly brushed his thumb over the top of my shoulder, careful not to touch the bandage. I felt guilty for enjoying the attention, the care. I felt like I was using him.

Will gently tilted my head up to look at him. The motion was enough to make my head spin. He stared down at me before softly planting a peck of a kiss on my forehead. Then another just below my eye. I felt his grip tighten ever so slightly as he moved in to kiss me on the lips. I didn't stop him. It was innocent feeling at first. A kind of kiss you do for a school play but the second one he lingered. His lips against mine I pull at his shirt to keep him there.

We begin to make out. My head was killing me but his touch made it more tolerable. He ran his fingers along my arms and upper back. So gently it almost felt like a ghost. He rolled on his back and helped me lay on top of him. He was almost gentlemanly, respectful. Careful not to put his hands too low on my back.

"Good to see you are feeling better." Hannibal's voice entered the room. We both jumped and Will lifted his head to look at our shared psychiatrist. I was too embarrassed. I got off of Will as quickly as I could. Will had a shy grin on his face as he pulled the covers over his lap.

"Yeah I feel a bit better. Is dinner done already?" I ask, finally looking back at Hannibal. He has an almost playful smirk.

"It is I'm afraid, I could put your meals in the oven till you are ready."

"No dinner sounds great. I'm going to head to the dining room Will."

"Yeah I'll be there soon. Hannibal can I talk to you for a second? " Will said as he moved to the edge of the bed, careful not to remove the blanket from his lap.

"Of course Will." He said with a different kind of grin. It was hard to say what the grin was about. I just hope Hannibal wasn't embarrassed.

I slowly make my way to the fully set dining room. I take my normal seat and wait for the boys to join me. The food as usual looked incredible. Hannibal had prepared some kind of steak that looked to be cooked rare. For him and Will and for me he made some kind of cabbage wraps.

I licked my lips, unable to believe I kissed Will Graham. I wasn't sure what surprised me more, the fact it happened or how much I liked it. If Hannibal hadn't stopped us I wasn't sure how far we would have gone.

A few short minutes later they came into the room together. Will looked a little nervous but Hannibal seemed like himself.

Hannibal smoothed out his hair as he looked down at the table.

"Shall we eat?" He asked taking his seat. Will and I didn't say much as we all started to eat. I took a bite of my wrap and to my surprise the inside was red. I chew my bite and swallow before looking over at Hannibal.

"Is this a bean paste? It's great." I say as I take another bite. He nods with a grin.

"Yes, a red bean paste. I improvised a few ingredients so it's a bit more red than normal. I'm happy you enjoy it." He said before taking a small bite of his steak. He chewed it gingerly. An image of him popping his jaw back into place came to mind from the other night.

"Hannibal you shouldn't have steak, your jaw was dislocated." I say as I give him a worried look. He just grins and shakes his head.

"It is fine. We are celebrating, the pain is minor compared to the taste."

I looked over at Will for some back up but he was focused on eating. His eyes fixed on his bloody steak.

"You are an interesting one Dr. Lecter." I say as I laugh a bit. I continue eating my wraps. A small beeping goes off on Hannibal's watch and he wipes his mouth as he gets up. He returns from the kitchen with a prescription bottle.

"It is time for your medication. Every six hours for pain management. I slipped the last one under your tongue as you slept." He puts two small pills into my hand and pours me a glass of wine.

"Should I really be drinking on these?"

"I find wine to pair nicely with pain killers." He says with a grin. I take the pills with a sip of wine. I already hurt I didn't want to imagine what I'd feel like without some pain meds.

We all tuck back into our meals again. Will never stopped eating, honestly. He even had seconds.

A bit passed and Hannibal was still nursing his steak. I had mostly finished with my meal and was poured another glass of wine by Will. I was feeling much better.

"Hannibal let me make you something softer. You don't need to finish that." I say looking at him chew painstakingly slow. He didn't look like he was in pain but he had to be.

"Perhaps it is a bit too much for me too chew. But I don't like wasting meat." He looked over at Will who has finished two steaks and seemed satisfied. "Will do you want what is left?" Hannibal asks. Will shakes his head no but doesn't speak. Will still seemed a little embarrassed about being caught by Hannibal.

"Hannibal you really don't have to finish the meat. I'm sure the cow won't care it's already dead." I say with a chuckle.

Hannibal looks down at his plate with a serious expression.

"I think the cow would care actually. It is a shame to waste such good meat. Would you be willing to try some? There is just a few bites left." He says looking back over at me.

"Hannibal I haven't had meat since middle school. The texture makes me sick." Hannibal nodded respecting my boundary. He put another small bite into his mouth and began to chew.

The steak did look good. Maybe it was the pills or maybe it was the near death experience but either way I ended up agreeing. "I'll try it for you but if I don't like it I'm not finishing it.

"My jaw thanks you." Hannibal says as he cuts off a bigger piece and feeds it to me. Will perks up a bit as he watches. I chew slowly testing out the texture. It was more tolerable then I remembered it being. I swallow quickly and Hannibal already has another bite ready. Before I know it I have finished off rest of his steak.

"It's good." I say as I choke back a bit of a gag from the after taste of blood. For a second Hannibal almost looks excited. It was only his eyes. They seemed to light up. As quickly as I noticed the expression it was gone. It was sweet he was so excited for me to open my diet up a bit.

"You did very well Lydia." He almost coos as he picks up our plates to take into the kitchen. The tone made me blush. I wasn't used to sincere praise like that. Will seemed to notice.

"He has a way of making you feel special doesn't he?" Will said once Hannibal had left. I smile and nod.

"What did you need to speak to Hannibal about?" I ask changing the subject.

"Just apologizing. He didn't seem to want to hear it. I think he misunderstood what was happening."

"What was going on? Felt pretty obvious to me." I say as I finish my second glass.

"Just two good friends wanting to release some stress together." He leans over and pours us both another glass. I wasn't sure if he was trying to lie to me. Hannibal made it sound like Will wanted more than just sex from me. I wasn't going to press the issue. If sex was all he wanted I knew I could give him that.

"A toast to good friends relieving stress." I say with a big smile as we clink our glasses together. Will chuckles and pours Hannibal a glass.

"We shouldn't exclude the host."

"From drinks or relieving stress?" I ask as I look over at him With a cheeky grin. I was mostly joking. Will didn't seem to be.

"Ladies choice." He said his eyes flicking up to meet mine.

"Will don't be so crud. Hannibal is not interested in us we are his patients."

"We both know he's willing to bend some rules. You have no idea what he's interested in." Will's tone was seductive but somehow threatening. I chuckle a bit nervously.

"Well I'm not going to bring it up to him." I say looking down at my drink before taking a sip.

"It was your idea." Will said his tone lighting.

"I was jok-"

"What was your idea Lydia?" Hannibal asked as he walked back into the room.

"To have another drink with good friends." I say as I pick up his drink and hand it to him. He looks a little disappointed.

"I would love to stay and drink but I have an evening appointment. A patient who doesn't leave his house during the day. Please, you two drink, maybe I'll join you both if I finish up early." Hannibal said as he set his drink back down on the table. He pulled on his jacket and preened himself in the mirror above the small table by the door. Once he was sure he looked presentable he said his goodbyes and left.

I looked over at Will who seemed to already have something in mind. He was drinking his drink much faster now. I took his lead and tried to finish mine off quick.

He finished his drink and sat it down before standing. He undid his belt, making me blush. I had to pull my eyes from him.

"I'm on the shot." I say as I finally finish my drink. He just nodded with a small grin.

"Good, how about the room we slept in the first night? I don't think Hannibal would appreciate us being in his bed without him.

"You mean the room you snuck into in the middle of the night?" I ask with a smug grin. Will looked almost embarrassed.

"You know I knew the whole time I was in your room. I was hoping you would take pity on me and kiss me." He admitted as he undid his shirt a bit. Now it was his turn to shyly avoid eye contact.

"You are such a creep, Will Graham." I say with a chuckle as I stand up. He grinned a bit, still not looking at me as I slowly walked around the table to him.

"You have no idea." He says softly the almost threatening tone was back but that wasn't going to stop me. Once I was in touching distance his eyes trailed their way up my body to meet my eyes.

He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me into a somewhat aggressive kiss. I wrap my arms around him as his tongue finds its way past my lips. He was so shy just a second ago.

Will picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was not such a gentleman this time. His hands found their way to my ass immediately. He swiped his arm across the table, clearing a spot.

I was laid down on my back when he finally broke the kiss to pull down my pants. That's when I noticed what he'd done.

"We can't do this on his table. Seriously Will!" I say as I try to push his hands away and grab my pants. He struggles for a second but pulls the fabric free from me and gets them down to my ankles. "I mean it will! I'm not getting fucked on Hannibal's table! That's so disrespectful!" I shout as I try and push him off me. He let out a frustrated whimper and pressed himself against my body wrapping his arms around me as if to hold me in place.

"He doesn't care, we do it all the time." Will said as he started to kiss my neck. He didn't seem to realize his mistake. I think about his words carefully for a second. The drinks were making me a little slow. Meanwhile Will attacks my neck kissing and sucking at it.

"What did you just say?" I ask as I wiggle my arms between us to try and get some space. "Have you and Hannibal… have you guys had sex?" My question was enough to pull his focus. He lifted his upper body up from mine but kept himself between my legs. He didn't seem embarrassed. It was like he was thinking up a lie. "Will, I don't care, I'm just surprised." I say with a reassuring smile. He seems to fold.

"Yeah a few times. He can be very persuasive." Will says with a sheepish grin.

"Oh I'm sure he really had to twist your arm." I mock as I give him a peak on his lips.

"We're not dating or anything, he won't be mad. We were just two friends relieving stress." He says as he gently starts kissing my neck again. I wasn't sure if I believed him. Will said the same thing about him and I but Hannibal seemed to think differently. Will did sound pretty jealous the other night when Hannibal gave me a shirt. Did Will like us both?

"Did I kill the mood?" He whispered in my ear before kissing it. I laughed a little and shook my head. I undid his pants and let them fall. He picked up the pace again. I grinded myself against him. I could feel his member straining against his boxer briefs.

He took my shirt off then his own. He pulled me to his chest as he fumbled with my bra latches. I licked at his neck before getting to work at paying him back for him attacking my neck. He got more desperate as I started to nibble at his neck.

"Let me get it Will." I whisper as I take my hand from his shoulders. He sounded so frustrated. He pushed me back down into the table. I looked up at him with a surprised grin. He grabbed something above my head and pulled it into view. It was a steak knife. My eyes widened for a fraction of a second and my body tenses up as he quickly uses it to cut my bra free from me. "That's my favorite bra!" I shout as he takes the knife down to my underwear and cuts them off as well. I used my hands to cover my chest from him. I was a bit pissed.

"I'll buy you new ones." He said hastily as he dropped the knife. I relaxed a little as he stared down at my body.

"No more knives, use your words." I say as I move my hands for him. He smiled, agreeing as he quickly leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of my exposed nipples. I squirmed under him and covered my own mouth. I didn't want to let him win a moan just yet.

He used one hand to take off his underwear while his other hand found its way to my neglected breast. He worked hard at my nipples before looking up at me. Taking his lips from my nipple he rested his forehead against mine and pulled my hand away from my mouth.

"Don't fucking do that. I want to hear you." He said in a husky voice as he guided his manhood inside of me. I arch my back and moan out for him. I wrap my arms around his back as he gives me a second to get used to him.

Before long he was pumping into me as he let out soft grunts. I put my face in between his neck and shoulder as he pounded against me. "Tell me how good it feels." He demands as he puts his hand in my hair and uses it to move my head from his neck. His eyes were darker. Even though we were so close I still felt a bit embarrassed. "Tell me!" He says as he tightens his grip on my hair. I squirm a bit.

"It feels incredible, you feel so good." I moan out as he nods. It wasn't a lie. He was a little rough but it was the best I have had in a while.

"You are so gorgeous. Fuck I love you." He says in between thrusts. He started to kiss my neck once again. His lips were so gentle compared to his harsh bucking. I tried not to think about his confession too much. I try not to listen to men when they are inside of me. They will say the craziest things when they are about to cum.

I nod and run my fingers through Will's hair. Ready to pull if he starts trying to direct me head again. "Do you love me?" He asked as he started going faster. He was hitting so deep inside of me I would have said anything if it meant him not stopping.

"Of course I do, I love you." I say in a breathy voice. His grip tightens on me as he slips a hand between us. Will wasted no time as he used his thumb to rub my clip. I started to try and buck against him, desperate to cum. My toes curled as he continued his steady pace. It wasn't long at all before I came hard against his manhood. He had a self satisfied look on his face as he nodded.

"That's it, good girl." I could feel my face heat up as he praised me. He was a quick study. Already understanding how much I liked to be praised. His thrust grew stronger as he focused on his own needs. His thumb never stopped rubbing small circles around my clit. I hugged my legs around his as he pushed deep inside of me one last time and finished himself. He let out a moan as he dug his nails into my shoulder and hip making me cry out. I came with him one last time.

Our bodies pressed together laid on the table in each other's hold for what felt like hours. He panted softly and nuzzled his face into my hair.

He never removed his member from me. He started slowly humping inside of me again. My head and shoulder was killing me. I still needed some time.

"Let's get dressed." I whisper but he shakes his head.

"One more time. Please." He begged. I could feel him start to get hard again.

"No way. I'm tired and sore. Plus Hannibal could be home any moment."

"Good, maybe he'll give me a hand with you." He teased as he started to kiss me again. I kissed him back and grabbed a handful of his hair. He chuckled against my lips.

"Don't make me give you a bald spot, Graham" I warn before giving him a small playful kiss back. He pulled himself out of me and let me sit up.

"You really on the shot?" He asked as he pulled up his underwear then pants. I jumped down from the table and looked for my top as I pulled my pants off completely.

"Do you honestly think I'd let you cum inside me if I wasn't on the shot?" I ask with a laugh, finally finding my top.

"I was just wondering." He sounded a little disappointed. It worried me a bit. Surely he wasn't being serious.

"Right, well you pick this up and I'm going to shower." I say as I gather up what remained of my bra and underwear.

"You aren't going to help me?" He asked as he picked up some napkins from the ground.

"Nope you made the mess. I wanted to do it on a bed like a normal person. You better disinfect the table as well, don't half ass it." I say teasing him back. As I pull him in for one last kiss. He moaned against my lips before pulling away.

"Go get in the shower before I change my mind." The words sounded like a joke but his tone was a bit serious. I laugh and go to take a shower.

The whole time I couldn't stop thinking about the time we had. It was amazing. Will was so passionate, forceful yet gentle.

I wonder how many times he and Hannibal had sex and when. I guess they have had a few opportunities while I was here. I caught myself trying to imagine what sex with them both would be like. Will's passion and Hannibal's experience. Sounds like a girl's dream, I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to do it though.

I started to wash my hair when I felt a long buzzed strip of hair under most of my hair on the back of my head. I had a few stitches all around my head. This buzzed strip has the longest straight line of stitches though. How did the back of my head get split? It was resting against the floor when my attacker was hitting me. I tried to not think about it too hard. Some of that night was still a blur. Maybe he did hit me in the back of the head.

Turning the water off I step out and wrap a towel around me. Will had finished picking up the dining room and carefully hid any broken plates.

"Did you change your mind about round two?" He asked as he finished washing the table top.

"Nope sorry I was actually going to tell you I'm gonna lay down. I'm starting to sober up and my shoulder is hurting." I explain as I make sure my towel stays up. Will looks guilty as he looks at my freshly changed bandage.

"I'm sorry I got a little carried away. I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked a worried look washed over his face as he came over and puts a soft kiss on my shoulder. He had hurt me a little but I wasn't entirely opposed to a bit of pain.

"No, you were great. It was perfect." I say as I kiss his cheek. He grins and nods

"I had a great time too. Let me get in the shower and we can lay down together." He said as he kissed my lips.

He got in the shower as I got changed into an old sleep shirt of my own and crawled into bed. I really was sore. As temper as I was, Will would have had to peel me from the table if we had sex like that so soon again. My head was really giving me issues once the wine wore off. The sun had gone down but even the light from the lamp on the bedside table was giving me a migraine. I turned the lamp off and closed my eyes.

Will came in and laid down next to me. He wasn't shy about his clinginess before and he certainly wasn't now. He pulled me against him and kissed my neck.

"I know you're not asleep. Don't worry I'm not trying to get in your pants again. Are you even wearing pants?" He asked as he lifted the covers. I laugh and roll on my back to look up at him.

"How can I help you, Agent Graham?" I ask with a smirk. Will slid his hand under my shirt and placed his hand on my hip to pull me closer.

"Just checking on you." He said as he laid his head down next to mind.

"So you and Hannibal… how'd that happen?" I ask as I hold his hand in mine. He grinned a bit.

"Quickly that's how it happened. One moment we were having a session in his office the next I was on his lap." He pulled my hand up to kiss my knuckles.

"Oh in his work office? Over his fancy desk, I hope" I tease as he rubs the back of my hand against his lips.

"Over his desk twice. We like to keep things fair. On the table once, in his bed a few times. On my floor at my house."

"Ew Will, with your dogs watching?"

"What no, I let them out first." He laughed.

"Well good, I'm happy you two get along now. That has made my life easier."

"Mine too." He says with a chuckle. I let my eyes close as he played with my fingers. "They look like they are healing." He said as he kissed the side of my fingers. I nod agreeing.

I was about to fall asleep when the bedroom door was opened. My eyes open groggily as I lift my head to see Hannibal poking his head in.

"There you two are." He said as he came inside. I lay my head back down and close my eyes again. Taking my hand from Will I roll to my side.

"Welcome home." I say as I get settled back in.

"How was the appointment?" Will asked, looking up at Hannibal.

"Very well. He had some real breakthroughs today. Speaking of which may I borrow Will? 7:30 is normally his appointment time. We can have it in my home office. I hold back a giggle wondering if this was a real appointment or not.

"Yes please take him so I can get some rest." I say sleepily. The two men leave the room and I do my best to ignore my pains so I can sleep.

Some time later I woke up. I think it was the searing pain in my shoulder that woke me. I got up to see if I could find one of the boys. I walked past the basement door on my way to Hannibal's office. There was another strange sound coming from it. It sounded like scraping, maybe a chain rubbing against itself.

My head was hurting so bad I didn't even care what sound was coming from that place. I continue my walk and find his office. The door was wide open so I just walked in. The two men seemed to have been having a real appointment because they were across the room from one another and fully dressed.

Hannibal must have been able to tell what was wrong right away because he got up from his seat and held onto me as I wobbled a bit, squinting from the light. He fished the bottle from his pocket and handed me two pills. They looked a little different from the last ones.

"My apologies Lydia, my watch went off during Will's appointment and I figured you were still sleeping." Hannibal said as he let my head rest against his shoulder. After I took the pills.

"How long is my head going to hurt like this?" I ask still neglecting to tell them about my blurry vision. It had actually gotten somewhat better on its own so I figured it all would go away soon enough.

"Soon I'm sure. The skull was not fractured and you seem to be fine cognitively." He says as he pets my hair. I wondered how he was so sure my head was okay. He used to be a surgeon sure but he doesn't have any medical equipment in his home that can definitely tell him my skull wasn't fractured.

I didn't argue with him. He sat me down in a chair next to Will before taking his seat again. Will smiled at me as he took my hand.

"We were pretty much finished." Will said as he gently squeezed my hand. I just nod.

"I'm going to assume you two had a nice time while I was out." Hannibal said as he looked over at Will. I looked at Will as well wondering what he could possibly be looking so intensely at. Will had one big hickey on his neck. I must not have been as gentle as I thought. I looked back at Hannibal, surprised and embarrassed. Once I saw his face I knew I just confirmed his suspicions. Will chuckled a bit next to me.

"Don't be cruel Hannibal." Will says as he squeezes my hand again.

"Cruelty was not my intention. I was just inquiring about the time you both had together." Hannibal was always so vague. I wasn't sure if he was talking about sex or not. I could hardly keep up with the two in my state. I lay my head back and close my eyes. My head stopped hurting but unfortunately I felt like I might just fall asleep right here in this chair.

"What's the medication called Hannibal?" I ask not opening my eyes.

"Codeine. It is commonly used after surgery." He says matter of factly.

"This isn't what you gave me before. These are a different shade of white. I didn't feel this way last time. Wait… I didn't have surgery." I mumble as I open one eye to look at Hannibal.

"You are correct about the pill. You seemed to be in more pain so I gave you something stronger. It is understandable you don't remember but I did have to do a form of surgery. To relieve pressure off your skull" I shifted in my seat and sat up. Taking my hand from Will I felt the back of my head where I felt the buzzed strip at in the shower. "Don't be alarmed. The procedure went very well." Hannibal said as he watched me from across his desk.

"No more codeine." I mumble. Will gets up from his seat and helps me up.

"Let's get you back to bed." Will said as he held me up. Hannibal got up from his seat to help.

I closed my eyes and let them take me back to my room. The sheets felt different against my skin. I forced my eyes open and realized I was in Hannibal's bed again. I didn't care whose bed I was in. I wasn't going to be awake long.

"I am sorry for the misunderstanding but at least you will get a restful night's sleep." Hannibal said as he leaned down and kissed my forehead. His breath smelt so good.

"I'm going to run home to feed the dogs, Hannibal will be here if you need anything." Will said as he followed Hannibal's lead and kissed my forehead. I chuckled thinking it was funny Will copied him.

"Oh good, Hannibal." I coo as I roll onto my side and grab a pillow to hold. I heard a small laugh come from one of the men. They must have thought I was asleep already because they spoke more freely amongst themselves.

"He's still down there?" Will asked as his voice got farther away.

"Of course, I wouldn't deprive you of a cut. Taking some home for your dogs?" Hannibal asked as his voice got further as well.

"Is he still-" they got too far for me to hear. I repeated the conversation to myself over and over so I wouldn't forget it. What could they possibly be talking about?

This was my first time writing smut ever so I hope it isn't too bad.

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totally-not-a-cannibal-hannibal · 2 years ago

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The next part should be out soonish. There is some smut in this part and I'm doing my best. To not make it sound ridiculous. 😆 It's a bit nerve-wracking but it's coming together slowly. No clue when it will be done so my apologies. I'll get it out as soon as possible.

#hannibal #hannigram #will graham #yandere will graham #yandere hannibal #nbc hannibal #nbc hannigram #oc stuff #dark fanfiction

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To My Taste

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Part 6: More Than A Crush

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⚠️Warnings⚠️ Mentions of child abuse and neglect. There is some pretty graphic violence. obsessive behavior. Injuries.

Unfortunately I couldn't sleep for very long. Some horrible nightmare I couldn't fully remember shocked me awake. I just remembered my attacker's face staring at me from the dark of some unknown room.

My sudden jerking didn't seem to wake Will. At some point in our nap he had moved much closer to me. He had slung his arm across my torso in his sleep. I wouldn't have ever guessed Will would be such a cuddler.

I had to carefully slide out from under his arm just to get out of bed. He stirred for a second before finding a pillow to curl onto his embrace.

I felt horrible about what I did to Hannibal and wanted to make him and Will a meal to apologize. Hannibal seemed to adore food, he uses it as a way to express himself so I figured it was the perfect way to say I'm sorry.

I closed Hannibal's bedroom door so Will wouldn't be woken. Hannibal's kitchen was so fancy, and high tech. It took me a bit to figure out how to even turn on the stove top.

Without thinking about it I start to chew at the skin on my fingers again. It wasn't till I felt the sting of my teeth tearing the flesh that I even realized I was doing it.

"Fuck." I take the Band-Aids off and start to wash my hands. The soap stung when it got in my cuts. I was happy no one was here to see me whining over such a small pain.

Once my hands were clean and I was sure there was no blood I started to make some eggs. I was never a very good chef but I could do the basics.

A door somewhere in the house was flung open and footsteps approached the kitchen. I grabbed a large knife from Hannibal's drawer and held it down at my side while I waited for the footsteps to find me. A very worried looking Will turned the corner. His gun was out and ready to fire. I hold up my hands and stay perfectly still.

As soon as he sees me he practically deflates he sighed so hard. The relief on his face was palatable.

"I thought we agreed you weren't going to leave the room." He said as he put his gun in the back of his pants.

"I wanted to make eggs. Did the clanking pans wake you up?" I ask as I put the knife away.

"No, I smelt food cooking. You should have told me you left the room. I assumed the worst." He sat at the bar and watched as I flipped the eggs.

"What do you think the guy is going to kill me then cook you eggs?"

"No, I just didn't know. You could have been in danger or something."

"I'm only in danger of messing up Hannibal's pans. This is why I prefer cast iron pans. You can drop a nuke on them and they will still cook an egg."

"Or bludgeon a rapist with one." Will adds with a smirk.

"Or that. You know what, I bet that pan is still in perfect condition." The front door is opened suddenly and the pin is typed in on the alarm system. Hannibal walked past the room before turning back once he realized we were in the kitchen. He had a duffle bag of mine in his hand that was full of clothes.

"Are we having brunch?" He asks as he takes off his coat and hangs it on the back of a bar chair, then sets the bag down. "Are you feeling well enough to be operating a stove? He asks, looking at me. He had a talent for saying condescending things without actually being condescending.

"Yes and yes. I'm feeling totally fine physically. I wanted to make some food for you guys since you always cook for us Hannibal." I say as I start to plate the eggs. I fumbled with the toaster oven for a second but eventually figured it out. "Egg muffins sound good?"

"You are feeling well physically but what about mentally? Any disorganized thoughts or trouble distinguishing reality?" Hannibal asks as he comes around the bar and pulls out some thin ham slices and cheese from the fridge.

"If you are asking if I still think you are a cannibal the answer is no and I'm still really sorry." I say smiling up at him. He gave me a smile back but his eyes looked worried.

"That is not what I was implying. I am still worried about the effects the sleeping pills had on you. I didn't see any medication allergies in your medical history. Your body doesn't seem to take to sedation very well. I'd like to speak to your doc-" my heart started to race and I had to stop him.

"It's okay really Hannibal. I don't plan to be put under anytime soon and talking about this is giving me anxiety. How toasted do you like your muffin?" I spoke quickly as I tried to figure out the settings on the toaster oven.

"My apologies Lydia. Lightly toasted please." He says as he starts frying up ham for him and Will. I felt awful talking to him like that. I just didn't want to think about anything to do with sleep right now.

Will got up and took my finger from my lips. I was chewing at the cuticle and hadn't even noticed.

"Shit, sorry." I say softly as I go to wash my hands again. I wasn't sure why I was sorry but I was. I wince again at the pain of the soap.

Will watched over my shoulder as I dried my hands. He stood so close to me I could feel his breath against my neck.

The toaster dingged, taking me by surprise and I jumped. Will put a supportive arm around my waist as he got the muffins out.

"Why don't you go sit at the bar we got this?" Will says softly as he hands the muffins to Hannibal.

They successfully took over my cooking operation and I almost didn't even notice.

"Did you speak with my landlady?" I ask watching the two men work.

"Yes she was happy to hear you were okay." Hannibal says as he starts putting the egg muffins together. I nod glad she wasn't left worrying.

"She's pretty chatty right?"

"Oh yes she was quite the conversationalist." He never pulled his eyes from the food.

"I'm going to grab my phone. I'll be right back." I say as I get up. Will looked like he was going to say something but Hannibal gave him some kind of look. I wondered if Will could read that man.

I go into the bedroom I last left my phone in and check it. I had 7 missed text messages all from my mom. She was asking me if I could grab her some groceries. She normally would have called me by now unless she was belligerently drunk. "Great."

I went to walk back into the kitchen but stopped when I heard Hannibal's voice.

"Do not say anything-" he stopped quickly. He must have realized I was lurking.

"Hey, Will can I borrow your car to get some groceries for my mom? I'll fill the tank." I ask as I walk into the room. There was no point in standing there if they had stopped talking.

"Your mother is unable to get her own groceries?" Hannibal asked as he walked over and handed me an egg muffin.

"She had her license suspended a few months back." I take the food and take a bite right away.

"You really shouldn't leave. That man is still on the loose." Hannibal says as we all walk into the dining room and take our seats.

"I'll be super quick. I have her shopping list memorized at this point. You guys can come along if you really want." I couldn't put my finger on it but Will seemed a little more on edge.

"Why do you have to help that woman? She hates you." Will says in a huff. He looked disgusted by something. Hannibal looked over at him and moved his hand to nudge Will's.

"She doesn't hate- why would you say that?" I hadn't told him anything but nice things about my mom. It was clear Hannibal had said something to him on the matter.

"I don't know, I'm just tired. Don't listen to me." He back peddled pretty quick. Hannibal cleared his throat.

"Yes we all can go shopping after brunch. We better hurry so we don't hit lunchtime traffic." Hannibal was just giving me what I wanted so I wouldn't question the situation any further. It wasn't going to work.

"No, Will seriously tell me why you think that about my mom." I say as I stand up. He just shook his head and looked down. He looked guilty and angry all at once. "Look at me Graham and answer my question." I was trying to stay calm. I didn't want to lose my temper.

"She neglected you! Uses you, beated you and you are just going to go get that witch her groceries?" He said, raising his voice and standing to his feet.

"Will stop talking." Hannibal said as he stayed seated. He folded his hands on the table and looked up at Will.

Not only has Hannibal told Will what I told him in confidence, he also showed Will police reports from my childhood.

"What. The. Fuck. Hannibal." I say as I walk off and grab my duffle bag of things. "I'm calling a taxi and I'm going to my mom's. You two can stay here and gossip to your heart's content but I'm done, that was deeply personal and private. You had no right sharing that. Hannibal I appreciate your hospitality but with all do respect go fuck yourself." I said as I pulled out my phone to call. I couldn't remember the last time I was so mad, and hurt. Hannibal shifted in his seat and looked down to the table. He didn't seem remorseful though he looked like he was thinking.

"No no Lydia wait I'm sorry." Will said as he walked over to me quickly.

"You can fuck yourself to." I say as I call the Taxi service. I put the phone to my ear. I felt so much embarrassment I might have been lashing out but it felt right in the moment. Will looked at Hannibal wide eyed and desperate.

Hannibal let out a large sigh as he unbuttoned his vest and stood up.

"You don't have to call a taxi, you can take my car." Hannibal said. His expression is as even as always. The taxi service picked up. I waved Hannibal's offer away with my hand as I turned around and requested one taxi to the address. Will walked in my direction but Hannibal put his arm out to stop him. I stared at them both. I was absolutely seething.

"I'm sorry ma'am we don't send taxis that far out on weekdays." The operator told me on the other line. My heart sank as I hung up frustrated.

"What did they say?" Will said as soon as you pulled the phone from my ear.

"My offer still stands. I'd feel better if you were not trapped in a car with a stranger. I'll give you the keys you just need to let me explain." Hannibal said as he walked over and retrieved his keys from a small table next to the door.

"What could you possibly say that will make this okay? Talking about anything we discuss in therapy with anyone else is illegal." I say as I cross my arms. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off I was more hurt than anything. I wanted to sob.

"It would be but you told me about a crime. I'm a mandatory reporter. You tell me about a crime I have to tell law enforcement. I figured you'd want it to be someone you knew and trusted. I wasn't sure about the statute of limitations on child neglect so I had to report."

"Hannibal, I'm in my 30s. It's ancient history."

"That is what Will told me. I'm sorry, your story affected me more than it should have, it made me angry and I became emotional and allowed my anger to affect my judgment." He spoke so direct and candidly. It was hard not to feel silly for my outburst. Hannibal could explain anything away so eloquently.

"I'm sorry as well Lydia, I shouldn't have said those things about your mom. It wasn't my place." Will said from behind me.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you both." I looked down at the floor to avoid crying. I could hear Will walking up behind me. He grabbed my hand and held it before wrapping the other arm around my waist. He pressed his face into the top of my hair. He sounded like he was breathing heavily. I didn't move, allowing him to do what he had to, to feel better.

Hannibal watched us closely. It was a very odd situation to say the least but being held so gently felt nice so I wasn't going to object.

"It's okay Will. I just need to cool off. I think I will take you up on your offer Hannibal. I say as I try and pry myself free from Will.

"Let me come along, I know you are upset but that lunatic is still out there." Will says as he lets me move away from him. Hannibal holds the keys out to me and I take them.

"I'm going to the grocery store then my mom's. I'll be gone for 3 hours at most and half of that is the car ride back to Virginia. It's fine. I need to change, then I'm going." I say a bit more firmly. I bend down to grab my bag again but Will snatches it up quickly to hand it to me. "Thank you." I say as I take it from him. His eyes were dark, almost angry looking.

I finished changing in the bathroom and I'm about to come out when I hear the front door close. I come out and see Hannibal standing in his foyer alone.

"Did Will just leave?" I ask hearing this car start and pull out.

"Yes he wanted to follow some leads he had on your case." Hannibal says as he stars out the window. His hands in his pockets.

"I am sorry about what I said, Hannibal but I was thinking maybe I should find different accommodations. I'm worried I have brought too much craziness into your quiet life. You don't deserve that."

"We can talk more about it tonight. Will won't be happy but so is life." He never looked at me as he spoke. His eyes fixed on the outside.

"Is he okay? It's starting to worry me how quickly his mood switches.

"Is he scaring you?" Hannibal's tone was even and unwavering.

"No, of course not. It's Will, I know he can get a little intense but I could never be scared of him. This is the guy who took me fishing the second day we ever met. He doesn't do great in difficult social situations but he's a good sweet man."

"Could you ever be attracted to him?"

"What? Hannibal we-"

"The time for playing coy is over Lydia. He is sure how he feels about you. The question is do you feel the same?" He asks as he turns slightly to look back at me. I was surprised by his directness but I guess I shouldn't be at this point. In all honesty I was starting to grow more fond of Hannibal. I wasn't sure what it was about him. Maybe it was how calm he was in the face of horrible situations. It was reassuring, he had a way of making you feel safe with him.

"I don't know, I think I could fall for Will. Just not right now. I'm scared shitless most of the day. I don't need to pull a boyfriend into that mess. Look, I really need to get going. I told my mom I was already on the road. I'll think about what you've said. I'll be back, Hannibal." I say as I open the door. Hannibal nods to me and goes back to looking out at the trees.

On the drive all I could think about was Will and Hannibal. What if Will was actually in love with me? He's not the type to let stuff go. If I was starting to get feelings for Hannibal how could I tell Will that. It would break him but I couldn't just lie. It's not that I wasn't attracted to Will. He can just be so unstable. I wasn't sure what to do. I know one thing: I had to handle this killer thing before I could put much more thought into romance.

Such a mind numbingly boring activity like food shopping was just what I needed. I always enjoyed going to the grocery store, I was never allowed to come as a kid so maybe that's why I like it so much now.

Once I got all her normal stuff I drove over and walked into the house. My mom was sitting on the sofa watching the news.

"Hey sweetie, there was a package that showed up for you." She said, still staring at the screen, a lit Cigarette hanging from her lips. On her counter was a small package not unlike the one the man had sent me that had my love bird's wings in it.

"Mom who dropped this off?"

"The mail man, who else? Oh oh baby look at this panda that was just born at the zoo. Isn't it just adorable?"

"Mom, focus please. What did this guy look like?"

"Hmm? What guy?"

"God damn it mom, the guy who dropped this off!" I say walking around in front of her, blocking her view from the TV.

"What!? He was the normal mail guy. Real cute, scrawny boy. Hey should I put in a good word for you?" I chuckled a bit once I realized it wasn't my attacker.

"No, it's fine. Let me put away the groceries and I'll see what it is." I say as I get to work fixing her cupboards.

Once finished I held the box in my hands. It had my name on it but my mother's address. I opened it and froze up. It was the body of my love bird. I bit my lip and carefully closed it back.

"Hey mom, I need to make a phone call. I'll be right back." She waved me away as she watched her show. I got outside and called Jack to explain the situation. Tears rolling down my face. Jack told me to go back inside and wait. He'd send the police and he would be over himself soon.

I got back inside and locked up the house. For once I was thankful my mom was too drunk to realize something was wrong. I texted Hannibal and explained all I could. He kept trying to call me and I had to keep denying his calls so I could keep the line open for Jack. Hannibal said he was going to text Will. I just had to let him.

Soon her driveway was filled with cop cars. My mom perked up and looked back at me.

"Mom, I need you to do whatever they ask. A man is trying to hurt Me and he has your address." I try to explain quickly while letting the police in and show them the box. She was too drunk to really grasp what was happening or maybe she didn't care.

"Make them take off their shoes." She said as I ushered her to her bedroom. Jack arrived shortly after.

"We are closing in on him. He's feeling the chin tighten around his neck and he doesn't like it." Jack says, I wasn't sure if he was trying to be comforting, it didn't really matter because it wasn't going to help anyway.

"I don't care Jack, just get my mom in witsec. He knows her address."

"And he didn't kill her. He wants you, this is him lashing out because he can't find you. We will keep patrol cars outside of her house 24 hours a day. Hell we can get the officers to stay inside the house if that helps but we are so close to him. We are breathing down his neck." Jack was making sense, I was just too scared and pissed to see it.

Will pulled into the yard and got out before even shutting off his car.

"He sent its body?"

"Her body. It's Lucy and yes." I say biting my lip again. I held in my tears as I looked at him.

"Lydia, I'm so sorry come here." He said as he tried to hug me. I pulled away and shook my head.

"I don't need a hug right now, Will I'm pissed." It doesn't sound like something someone could get used to but I was starting to get numb to my attacker's attempts to scare me. The wings got to me. I wasn't going to let the body break me.

Will looked hurt but didn't say anything properly because of Jack's presence.

"I need to get Hannibal's car back to him. Jack, if you can't find this guy soon he's going to kill me and probably do a lot worse things than that before. He is starting to work his way through my friends and family then colleagues. He found my mom's place, he'll find Hannibal's house. Tell my mom I left." I walk past the two men and out to Hannibal's car. Will isn't far behind.

"Will, we still need you in here." Jack calls from the porch. I don't wait to see what Will decides to do. I make the long drive back to Hannibal's.

It was dark when I got back. None of the lights were turned on in the house. He probably went to sleep. I got in and noticed the food was still on the table. Hannibal would never go to bed without cleaning up his dining room. Something was wrong.

I pat myself down looking for my phone but can't seem to find it anywhere. I must have left it at my mom's in all the confusion. I was going to go check the car when I heard some murmuring coming from the hall.

I flip on the light and find Hannibal laying face down on the floor. I rushed over to him. He was breathing, he looked like he had been hit over the back of the head.

"Hannibal, stay with me." I whisper as I try to pick him up. He groans out and tries to help me get himself to his feet. Out of nowhere I was grabbed from behind and pushed to the ground. My worst nightmare had been realized when I saw my attacker standing over me.

He drops his weight down on me the same way he had the first night we met. I screamed at the top of my lungs as he fumbled with his knife. He seemed much less confident this time. His eye was covered with gauze and bandages. I hope he lost it.

"That's it, sing like your birds did." He hissed. He stabbed the knife back into my shoulder, piercing the gauze and opening the wound up again. It was the most excruciating pain I had ever felt. The tender skin made it so much worse the 2nd time.

I tried to pick my shoulder up but the knife was caught deep in the hardwood floor under us. The man laughed as I cried out. He hit me a few times in the face. Again I could taste my own blood in my mouth. He took his hands and wrapped them around my throat. He was pressing down on my throat so hard I thought my head was going to pop off.

I wasn't going to die on the floor of my psychiatrist's house. I refused to let this guy win. He has taken so much from me.

It worked last time, maybe it would save me again. I tried and reached for his face to take his other eye. He was ready and leaned back away from my frantically grasping hand. This seemed to piss him off and he took a hand from my throat. He tried to jam it in my eye. I turned my head and covered my eyes with my hand. He seemed enraged and landed blow after blow against my head. A particularly strong punch dazed me.

I fell completely limp in his hold. I saw his thumb coming towards my eye again but very quickly he was pulled from my vision.

I try to focus my eyes. I can hardly make out the shape of Hannibal's body. He and the man were fighting in the center of the hall. He gets on top of Hannibal and starts to hit him. I had to do something. This wasn't Hannibal's fight. He shouldn't have to die for me.

I muster the strength to pull myself from the ground. The knife still firmly in my shoulder I stumbled to a bust of a woman that was sitting on a hall table. I pick up the marble bust and heave it down on the back of the attacker's head. He slumps over on Hannibal. dropping the bust I fell to my knees. Hannibal pushed the man off of himself and panted as he held his jaw and popped it back in place. It made a sickening crack.

I don't know what came over me. I was so angry. This man attacked me, killed my birds, forced me from my home and now he almost killed my friend.

I pulled the knife from my shoulder and leaped for the man. Hannibal did nothing to stop me and I was thankful for it. I plunged the knife into his chest. His eye popped open and he tried to grab for me. I pulled the knife out from his chest and jammed it in again. I could feel the blade catch against his top rib but I didn't stop. With all the strength I had in me I dragged the knife inside of him before pulling it free one last time only to stab it down into his neck.

I fell down next to him as he twitched and gasped. He looked like a fish brought ashore. Laying next to him I had a perfect show of his last moments on this earth. His blood ran all over the floor and slowly the puddle grew so far it engulfed me. I didn't mind, it warmed my rapidly cooling body.

His eyes become glassy and his chest stops rising. Hannibal walks over and takes his pulse. I didn't bother saying anything. There wasn't anything to be said.

My shoulder was pouring blood faster than ever before and I had a pain in my head that seemed to pulse with the beat of my heart.

Hannibal looked down at me. His face was bloody and bruised. Nothing had changed. I still couldn't read his expression.

"Can you hear me?" He asked. I nodded the best I could. My face was swollen and my eyes were blurry. My eyelids wanted nothing more than to close. "Your head is bleeding badly. Keep looking at me." He said as he crouched down next to me. He touched my head and for once his cool calm exterior dropped. He didn't look worried or scared though. He looked pleased. "Don't close your eyes." His mouth kept moving but I couldn't hear him anymore. My eyes closed for just a second, what harm could that do?

Water splashed around me. A hand scooped up some water and let it run over my shoulders before running down my arms. My eyes opened to a bright room. I recognized the tile, it was Hannibal's master bathroom. I was laying in his tub. There was a humming to the right of me. It sounded like it was in my head.

Hannibal came into view as he poured water over my chest. His eyes met mine as he smiled softly.

"I'm happy to see you are awake, all though it couldn't have been at a more compromising moment I'm afraid." His sleeves were rolled up but a lot of his shirt seemed to be wet anyway.

"Am I naked?" I ask as I try to cover myself with my arm, I don't make much progress though because there was a searing pain that started in my shoulder and ran all the way down to my fingertips.

"Yes, you are in the tub. You were covered in blood. I sewed up your wounds while maintaining your modesty but this was unavoidable. I'm almost finished, just lie still for me." I lifted my head to confirm what he was saying was true. I was naked in bloodstained water. My shoulder had a long line of stitches. My head felt like it weighed a million pounds so I laid it back down.

Hannibal's own injuries seemed to be treated as well. Now his jaw and bottom lip matched his bruised nose.

"Did we go to the hospital?"

"No, all your injuries were treatable here. You lost a lot of blood but I believe I got the wound closed in time."

"Oh good, the medical bills are almost worse than being stabbed." I say as I close my eyes again. The water was so warm and Hannibal was being incredibly careful not to move my shoulder or head.

The bathroom door is opened letting in some cold air. Hannibal looked over at someone.

"She's alright. Get out and I'll get her dressed. Then we can speak."

"What the fuck happen Hannibal?" It was Will. I tried to move my head to see him.

"I will explain, let me finish up here, Will please go wait outside." Hannibal said. The door was closed shortly after. My eyes met Hannibal's again as he gently brushed the wash cloth over my forehead.

My eyes closed once again and I was carried to sleep by the sound of water and Hannibal's soft humming.

When I woke up I was in Hannibal's bed yet again. Just barely in my line of sight I can see Will in Hannibal's embrace. They were hugging I think. They really had grown so close in such a short time.

I tried to turn my head to get a better look at them but Hannibal spotted my movement and let Will go.

"Are you with us Lydia?" He asks as he walks to the edge of the bed. My neck was almost too stiff to move.

"I think so, what happened?" I asked as I tried to sit up. Will and Hannibal look at each other.

"What do you remember?" Will asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed. I groan out in annoyance.

"I hate when people answer a question with a question. I came back here after I saw you at my mom's. Hannibal was on the floor…" I looked up at Hannibal and realized how banged up he looked. I kept having flashes of red. "He was on the floor and the man was here." I tried to shake my head. Something wasn't right. I looked between both their faces to try to get any info out of them that I could. Will looked worried sick and Hannibal was just soaking in every word I spoke. "I killed him?"

"That is right. You stabbed him while he was unconscious. An act that could be seen as outside of self defense." Hannibal said in a less than gentle way. I blinked and felt tears fall down my face. Will looked back at Hannibal.

"Where is his body? We have to call Jack." I choked back a sob so I could get the sentence out unbroken.

"We won't be calling Jack. His body has been removed. I have taken care of it all for you." Hannibal said as he straightened his shirt out. He spoke so casually about covering up a murder.

"There's been a murder. We have to report it. What are we going to tell the police?" I ask as I try to sit up. It felt like my whole body was moving through wet cement.

"We don't tell Jack anything. That monster will never be found. Hannibal will file a police report saying he was mugged and we can keep you away from Jack for a bit, most of your bruises are covered by your hair, he'll never know." Will says as he takes my hand and holds it in both of his.

"Are you seriously going along with this, Will?" I asked, looking at him in disbelief. He nodded slowly.

"He is and so will you. You saved my life when you knocked that man unconscious. Now I am saving your job and potentially your freedom." Hannibal said with an air of finality.

"I didn't ask you to do that!" I was getting worked up. I was appalled but also touched that someone was willing to do this for me.

"You didn't have to ask and you never will. I am skilled at knowing what people need." Hannibal said with a reassuring smile. There was no arguing with the man. He seemed positive this is what was best. I look down at my hand in Will's.

"Did you go along with this because of me?" I whisper to him. He gently tucked some hair behind my ear and grinned.

"It was two birds with one stone. I get to protect a friend and help get rid of a homicidal rapist." Will said as he stroked the back of my hand with his thumb. I can't help but frown thinking how much trouble I caused these two men. "I'm a big boy, I can make my own choices. If I didn't think it was a good idea I would have walked away." He finished as he looked into my eyes.

I had to look away, my chest was getting tight and my stomach had butterflies all of a sudden. I needed to distract myself from the intimate look in his eye. I had never seen such a look from Will. I wasn't sure how I made me feel.

"Where is his body? Are you sure he's dead?"

"If he wasn't after he bled out he is now." Hannibal said with a malevolent grin that lasted just a second. The look made my blood run colf. I have never seen Hannibal take joy in something so dark.

"The important thing is that he's dead." Will tries to reassure me. It still didn't sit right with me that I killed someone. It weighed on me. Killer or not I didn't think I was capable of it.

"I don't know about you two but I'm famished. I'm going to prepare a special meal for us all." Hannibal said as he exited.

Will continue to look in my eyes. He didn't seem to pull his eyes from mine the whole time.

"Lay back down, I'll lie with you." He says with a shaky but sweet smile. I was in no position to tell him no after he has done so much for me. Sitting up was making my head spin anyway.

I lay back down and carefully roll on my good shoulder. Will lays down facing me. His hands were shaking like he was nervous as he pulled me against him. I wince as my head laid against his chest. It was so sore. I didn't want to mention it in the moment but my vision has been so blurry ever since I woke up.

Will was sweating, his breath was almost labored. Could his hesitant but needy affection be from something more sinister than a crush?

I'm sorry, I'm horrible at action scenes. I hope it wasn't too distracting. 🤗

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Part 5: Cornered Animal

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⚠️Warnings⚠️ Talk of childhood abuse, mention of death, a bit of gore, and gaslighting.

"Your hand is bleeding, did you cut it on something?" Hannibal asked as he picked up my hand. I must have bit too far down on a few of them. My nail beds looked like they lost a fight with a weed wacker.

"No, I was biting the skin." I say as I try to pull my hand back but he keeps it in his grasp.

"I have a first aid kit, one moment." He says as he lets go of my hand finally and goes to the kitchen. He returned shortly after with the kit.

"This isn't necessary, I just picked the skin too much. It happens." I say as I keep my hands closed in a fist. Hannibal readys some cotton balls with some kind of antiseptic solution. Once he was ready he kneeled down in front of me and took my hand.

"The mouth can be a very nasty place, biting at your cuticles like this is just inviting infections. This shouldn't sting." He said as he rubbed the cotton balls gently over my small wounds. I winced a bit and tried to curl my fingers inwards. He laid my hand on my knee, palm down so my fingers couldn't escape him.

I didn't have the highest pain tolerance and the dull stinging almost made me whimper. Hannibal's eyes flick up towards me. It was embarrassing to think I was squirming so much from a little antiseptic solution. He blew gently on my fingers once he was done applying the solution. His breath seemed to take the sting away. "How long have you experienced Dermatophagia?"

"What? Oh is that skin biting? I don't know. I sucked my thumb till I was 13. I guess this is what replaced it. I don't normally do it anymore."

"Only when stressed?" He questioned as he put Band-Aids on three of the worst fingers.

"Yeah. I thought I kicked it." I say finally pulling my hands away from him.

"Do you have an oral fixation?" He asked in all earnest. Even after all I had been through today I was tempted to make a dirty joke but I was worried it might embarrass him.

"That's awfully Freudian of you, Dr. Lecter" I say with a smirk to make sure he knows I was just teasing. He lets out a soft chuckle.

"I suppose you are right but a broken clock is right at least twice a day." He says with a small smile.

"Maybe I do, I'm not really sure." I had a few ex-boyfriends who'd say I did but I couldn't really say that to Hannibal now could I?

"Are you hungry? You must be, you haven't eaten since last night." Hannibal says as he stands up.

"No, not really."

"Humor me and have some carrot slices with me." He says as he heads towards the kitchen. I sigh as I get up to follow him.

He got some long carrots from his fridge and grabbed a long sharp knife to cut them in slivers.

"Have any ranch?" I ask as I sit up at the bar.

"I do not but I have some leftover hummus I made."

"Oh that sounds good." I say as I crunch down on a carrot. He smiles and gets the small tub of hummus.

"I was thinking about it and you have an appointment tomorrow with me. I can't promise Will will give us anytime alone tomorrow. It might be easier to have it tonight. I have a home office we can use." It made sense and I did have a lot on my mind.

"That works for me. So you noticed Will's clinginess too?" I ask feeling a little embarrassed for some reason. Hannibal nods as he takes a bite of carrot. He looked like he was trying to choose his next words very carefully.

"He is very fond of his friends. He doesn't bond with people easily. I think that only exacerbates how passionate he can be about the ones he cares for. It didn't make you uncomfortable did it?"

"No, of course not. I love cuddling as much as the next girl. It was just unexpected from him."

"He enjoys your company a fair bit. The job requires him to get too close to monsters such as the one who attacked you. Perhaps the lines blurred for him a bit. This killer has become obsessed with you or rather killing you, and Will must empathize with him to catch him."

"You don't think he'd try to hurt me? Will gets pretty invested in the minds of these killers but he doesn't become them."

"I don't think Will would hurt you intentionally but his recent behavior towards you might be a side effect of his empathizing with your attacker but how different are love and obsession truly?"

The question seemed so odd coming from Hannibal. It was an insane notion to make. Could he really think that or was he just playing devil's advocate for an argument no one had made.

We finished our snack of carrots and he took me to his office. He had me sit down in the chair in front of his desk. The lights in here were dim making the office feel cozy and relaxing. He sat down at his desk and pulled out a notepad and pen.

"Speaking of Sigmund Freud, tell me more about your mother." He said gently but there was no hint of a joke. I laughed a little unsure if he was serious.

"Well now that you mention it I am attracted to older women."

"I am asking genuinely. Tell me about her. You must know her well, it just being you two." I was surprised he actually wanted to hear about her. I did all I could to try and not to think about her that much in all honesty. His phrasing bothered me. It just being you two.

"Well honestly it wasn't just us for part of my childhood. I had a little sister just two years younger." I grin remembering her little face lit up by the sun in the summer. Hannibal's eyes softened a bit.

"You had a little sister? No longer?" He asked, his tone was different somehow I couldn't place it.

"She had an accident when we were kids… I rather not talk about Madeline. It was ages ago, feels like a different life." I look up at Hannibal letting him see the tears threatening to fall down my face.

"I understand more than you know. My apologies, please tell me about your mother. What was her name, her job?" He pushed the tissue box closer to me but I was determined not to need them. I take a second to force the tears back down then I speak.

"There isn't too much to tell. Her name is Sarah, she's 47 years old. And she is a librarian."

"47 is very young to have a daughter your age."

"Yeah, that's the abstinence only rule for you. She was a teen mom. She was 16 when she had me."

"Lydia, can I be candid with you? It is a practice of mine to do background checks on my patients. Your last name had some interesting results. What I'm saying is I know what your mother actually did as a profession. It's nothing to be ashamed of." He spoke carefully and clearly. I felt a knot in my stomach when he explained. If he saw police reports then he knew what happened to Madeline.

"That is incredibly invasive and just plain creepy! Why the fuck would you need to do a background check on me! I had many done before I could join the FBI. You knew I didn't have a criminal record or any outstanding parking tickets, you were just snooping!" I wanted to stand up and walk away but where would I walk to? It was his house after all.

He leaned on his desk folding his hands together and nodded as I scrutinized him.

"You may call it snooping if you wish but it is a practice of mine. I did it for Will and I'll do it for any other patients I may have in the future. It is for my safety but also I find it useful to know if a patient is being truthful with me. I am telling you this so I can let you know you shouldn't be ashamed." He spoke softly but firmly as he stared at me from across his table.

I squirmed a bit in my seat feeling uncomfortable about the invasion of privacy I felt.

"What am I supposed to say? My mom was and still is an alcoholic prostitute? That's not a pretty picture to paint of my own mother. I didn't lie because I'm ashamed of her, I lied to protect her reputation. She always loved to read so I tell people she is a librarian." I was so mad at him, if I hadn't just had the second worst day of my life I would have probably chewed him out.

"I don't care what your mother did for a profession. I care how she treated you. Prostitution is a perfectly valid form of employment. Your anger is understandable though. What was she like as a mother? Be honest with me, imagine your mother is not your own. How would you describe her parenting methods?" I was pissed but there was something freeing about the thought of being able to say what I have been feeling my whole life.

"She had no parenting method. She was hardly a parent. She was a child taking care of a child. She did her best but her mother's trauma became her's and thus it became mine. Before Madeline's death she was okay, a little flighty but we always had food and the house was clean enough but after… Well she took Maddie's death pretty hard." I absent-mindedly brought my finger up to my lips to chew at the gnarled skin. Hannibal stiffened up in his seat and cleared his throat. The taste of the antiseptic on my fingers lingered in my mouth reminding me not to chew.

"Lydia what happened to Madeline?" He asked as he clicked his pen and wrote something down. I scoffed when he asked.

"You did a background check on my family, you saw the death certificate. Fill in the blanks."

"This is true, I know it was deemed an accidental death but I'd like to hear it from you. Please share this with me." The audacity of him to ask me to share my pain with him when he already knows the story.

"Why should I? What do you get out of this Hannibal? Do you get off to sob stories or something? Do you get hard seeing people cry?" It was rude, harsh, down right malicious but I was mad, hurt and frankly scared to relive that day again. He didn't seem to bat an eye at my accusations. He loosened his tie just a bit and leaned back in his chair.

"I had a young sister whose name was Mischa. She passed when we were very young. I understand your pain to a degree, the loss of a younger sibling can make the older sibling feel responsible. No matter what happened that day it wasn't your fault Lydia."

"Shut up Hannibal. You don't know anything. It was my fault." I was careful not to raise my voice at him. I was scared if I started to scream I wouldn't stop. "Fuck…" I licked my lips and began to pick at my nails. He was just trying to help even if I didn't understand how talking about it would be beneficial. "I'm sorry Hannibal, it's still so fresh. And I'm sorry to hear about your sister. She would have been proud of you." Hannibal nodded solemnly.

"Thank you, I appreciate that Lydia." He says looking at me with a melancholy filled expression.

"Do you really want to know?" I ask, looking away from him.

"I want you to feel safe enough to want to share this with me." He said as he closed his notepad.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, I was afraid if I looked at his somber face I wouldn't be able to stop myself from crying.

"It was pouring that day, as you can imagine with our mom's line of work Madeline and I would play outside, often raining or not. I loved playing tag, of course I did, I always won because Maddie was so much shorter than me. She was only 8, in hindsight tag was really unfair. She wanted to play house. I should have just played house with her. she was such a good little sister and would play tag with me no matter how much she hated it." With my eyes closed I could see her cherub-like face staring at me.

I opened my eyes quickly and kept them on the floor as I continued. "Mom always told us not to run on that fucking hill but it was so much fun to play on when it was dry. It was covered in trees enough to make it a pretty well wooded area. If you ever lost your footing there was always a tree to stop your fall." The tears came quickly as I realized the irony of that statement.

"I told her that mom wouldn't care if we played tag up there. I said I'd be it first so she didn't have to be. I gave her a head start once. I started to chase her, That's when it happened. Her little foot slipped off some exposed rock. She fell so fast I wasn't even sure what happened. I just heard a scream and she was gone." I began to sob remembering the sound of her shrill cries. "I don't know what tree did it, she hit so many on the way down but one almost knocked her head clean off. By the time I got down to her she wasn't moving. I kept screaming her name but she wouldn't respond." Hannibal stood up and kneeled down in front of me. I moved my eyes again so I wouldn't have to look at him.

"I don't know what made me think this but I just kept thinking if I could get her back to the patio, which was home base, she'd be okay. I carried her back home. Mom must have heard the screams because she ran out to meet us. She kept screaming at me, she kept asking what happened to her baby. She took her from my arms and I never saw her again."

He tried to hand me tissues but must have realized I wasn't going to take them so he started to dry my tears for me.

"She treated you like it was your fault?" He asked as he sat on the arm of the chair and rubbed my back. I nodded trying to compose myself.

"She still hates me for it. She wouldn't let me say her name for years. She said I didn't have a right to. I'd cry for her to comfort me. That's all I ever wanted from her was comfort, to feel safe. She would never give that to me after Maddie died. Her way of punishing me I guess."

"You were a ten year old little girl. She was wrong for blaming you. She should have cared more for her living daughter. I'm sorry she didn't. You didn't deserve that." He spoke softly, letting me gather myself.

"Is that enough? Can I stop now please?" I choke out as I lean against him.

"Yes thank you for sharing something so personal with me." He stroked my hair slowly. In any other situation I would have pulled away, but right now I would take any reassurance I could get. After a few moments like this I evened out and regained what little dignity I walked into the office with.

"Can I take a shower or something? I'm sweating more than Will." I say with a chuckle.

"Yes, that's a good idea. I'll wash your clothes for you and find you something to sleep in." Normally I'd argue about having someone else do my laundry but I was too tired to argue about anything.

I took the longest shower of my life even after the water ran cold I stayed in. After almost an hour I came out feeling like a new woman. My freshly washed clothes and a shirt of Hannibal's was waiting for me on the sink. I got around and came out.

Hannibal had prepared dinner in the meantime as well. It was some kind of salad.

"Hannibal this is too much. I don't know how I can ever repay you. I can't help but feel like a burden." I say as I sit down at the table with him.

"Stop that, you have been through quite the ordeal today. I'm happy to do what I can to relieve even the smallest amount of stress I can for you." He was having some kind of red meat I couldn't identify but it looked good.

We ate our food and chatted a bit until there was a thud in the basement yet again. I acted like I didn't hear it. I could see from the corner of my eye Hannibal was looking at me. Like he was waiting to see if I acknowledged it.

"Are you scared that man will come here?" I ask, picking at my colorful salad. Hannibal wipes his mouth with a napkin and clears his throat.

"I am worried he may try. I have no doubt it would be a grizzly encounter for you or him." He leans back in his seat as he looks at me. I snicker a little at his blind confidence in my ability to fight this man off a second time.

"Me? Oh no if I see him again I'm high tailing it. I got away once I don't need a round two."

"You maimed him which is no small feat, you are a fighter. I have no doubt you will do anything to ensure your next breath. An animal is at its most dangerous when cornered." His tone was strange. If I didn't know him I'd think he was excited by the thought.

"Is that what I am? A cornered animal?"

"You are a survivor." It was a grim conversation and he seemed to realize that but made no attempts to change the subject. "If he comes here we will lock ourselves in a room and wait for law enforcement." He says as he stands up to take his plate. "Are you finished?" He asked as he held his hand out to take my plate.

"Yeah, let me come with you." I say with a smile as I get up with my plate in tow. We went to the kitchen and cleaned off our plates. He looked down at his watch.

"Do you think you will be able to sleep tonight?" He asked, sticking the plates In the sink. A laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"Probably not but I have my phone. I'll just do some reading or watch something." Hannibal didn't seem satisfied with my answer.

"I could give you something to help you sleep. A legal prescription of course."

"Oh no it sounds bad but at least if I'm awake I'll know if something is wrong. I can run or lock myself in or something."

"I have an alarm system, I also should be up late tonight. I have some work I have been neglecting. I worry that sleep deprivation will only worsen your anxiety. My professional opinion would be to take something, my personal opinion just happens to match. I have a guest bedroom with no windows, you could lock yourself in. He won't be able to reach you." Some sleep like last night's did sound nice. I was worried after the wings I wouldn't have another good night's sleep for a while.

"If you think it's best then I guess it's alright." I say still a bit unsure. He smiled and led me to this windowless room he talked about. It seemed like an interior room but I wasn't sure what rooms were around it.

"Lay down, I'll go get the medication, I should have some samples left." He left the room and I got into bed. It was impressive how every bed in this house was more comfortable than the last.

Hannibal returned with two small pills and a glass of water. He handed them to me. I looked at them for a second. Even if I asked what they were that really wouldn't tell me much, I'm not a pharmacist. I just popped them in my mouth and took a sip of water. Hannibal took the glass from me and helped me get settled in.

"Would you like the TV on?" He asked as he picked up a remote. I just nod looking up at him. The medicine seemed to be very fast acting. I felt light and sleepy already. He switched on the TV to some talk show. The volume was so low I couldn't hear it.

"Will you stay a minute?" I asked, my eyelids threatened to close while I spoke.

"Of course." He pulled an armchair over to the side of the bed. He sat with his legs crossed and his hands folded neatly on his knee. He watched me as my eyes closed slowly. He spoke again but I wasn't sure what he said. I just nodded in response. It wasn't long before I drifted to sleep.

I woke up in a much darker room. The only light came from the TV he had left on. The chair still sat next to my side of the bed. I wasn't sure what time it was and had no way of telling from inside this room. I was going to go back to sleep when I heard a mechanic whirling, some kind of power tool. It reminded me of an electric saw. The sound continued for a few more minutes before turning off.

My head was still fuzzy and my limbs felt weak but I was dying to know what that sound was. Could it be Will back? What would he be doing with power tools?

Using the armchair I helped myself up and slowly walked to the door. I jiggled the knob and fumbled with it before realizing Hannibal locked the door behind himself when he left. Feeling embarrassed I didn't figure that out sooner I turned the lock and opened the door.

I couldn't remember where this room was in his house so I carefully wandered the halls looking for the source of the sound. I found the familiar hall Will and I had slept in last night. Just before I was able to enter it I saw Hannibal coming out from his basement again. He had a phone pressed against his ear. My eyes were having problems focusing but I could have sworn he was in some kind of clear raincoat that looked to have some kind of red splattering.

"How is it going?" He asked the person on the phone. I ducked back around the corner when he turned to face my direction. "She is sleeping soundly. I am just preparing for a dinner party I have next week." He continued speaking as he walked right past me. I pressed myself against the wall to try and blend in. I was now thankful for the darkness of this part of the house.

With his back to me as he walked away I held my breath. His raincoat now in a better light I could see the red splatters had to be from blood. I needed to see what was in that basement. It all must be some kind of misunderstanding.

Once Hannibal was out of sight I creeped my way to the basement door. He hadn't locked it back. I open the door quickly and keep the light off as I walk down the stairs painstakingly slow.

It was an invasion of privacy for me to be snooping around his basement but he started it when he ran a background check on me. I was kicking myself for not bringing my phone to use as a light.

There was a soft yellow light from some kind of machine in the corner of this dank room. It was freezing down here. My bare legs had goosebumps and I was starting to shiver.

Next to the machine was a light switch. I took a chance and flipped it. An overhead fixture flooded the room with light. The machine was some kind of table saw. It was covered in what I can only assume was blood. My eyes widened. I was still under the effects of the sleeping pills so my movements were slow and I was having a hard time trusting my eyes.

I backed away and bumped into a chest freezer. Without thinking I threw the lid open and saw perfectly wrapped sections of meat. It was starting to make sense. Hannibal was just packing his own meat down here. He was probably scared I'd be disgusted if I saw all the blood and meat. Next to this freezer was an identical one. I smirked to myself and figured he'd just have more meat in this one so I opened it.

I had to cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming. There was a packaged torso of a man. It almost looked like a Halloween decoration. There were more parts under this torso. I dared to reach in. It was so cold I felt my fingertips burn when I picked up what looked like a calf. On it was a tattoo of a tiger. All the blood seemed to be drained from the parts. I dropped it quickly and closed the lids. I wasn't sure what was going on but I wasn't going to stick around to find out. I turned the light off and crawled up the stairs to ensure I didn't fall. I opened the door slowly but made the mistake of not looking behind it.

As soon as I closed the door I was grabbed from behind. They grabbed me around my waist and tried to lift me off my feet. I dropped my weight and swung an elbow back at the person. We both fell backwards onto the ground, I rolled off them quickly. It was Hannibal. I must have gotten him in the nose, it was bleeding all over his nice white shirt.

He didn't look angry, or like he even wanted to hurt me. He seemed so calm it made me pause until he tried to grab my leg. I screamed and used a doorknob to pull myself and stumbled down the hall. He followed close behind, clearly he didn't feel like he needed to rush.

"Lydia just calm down." I didn't bother responding. I wasn't sure where I was even trying to run to. I turned back around to see how close he was and he was gone. It didn't make any sense none of it. I dragged myself to a random bedroom. It must have been Hannibal's because it looked like a master bedroom complete with an ensuite bathroom. This was probably the furthest place from the front or back door.

I was screwed. I survived one killer only to be eaten by my therapist. I closed the bedroom door and looked for a spot to hide. If only Will was here. What if he knew about this?

For such a big room there weren't many places to hide. In desperation I got on the floor and hid under his bed.

No less than a minute after I found my hiding spot I saw the door open slowly. Hannibal's socked feet slowly passed the bed and opened the closet. I could see some kind of syringe in his hand. It was terrifying how little noise he made as he moved.

I covered my mouth scared he might hear me breathe. This had to be a nightmare. Maybe I was still sleeping. How could my polite, kind friend be a murder, not only a murder but a cannibal too.

Tears rolled down my face as he silently checked his room. The door was left half opened. If I was quiet and quick I might be able to slip out.

My attention was on the possible escape route when I realized Hannibal was standing right next to the bed. He slowly got down on his hands and knees and looked me right in the eye. I screamed as he grabbed my arm and pulled me from the underside of the bed. He rolled me on my back as I squirmed and kicked at him. We struggled for a moment together but he was so much stronger then he looked. He pressed his knee into my hip and held my shoulder down with one hand as he pulled the cap off of the syringe with his mouth.

"Just relax." He said before jamming the needle into my neck. I screamed out and tried to buck him off me but my mad thrashing only made his knee press harder against me. I tried to grab at the needle in my neck but he pulled it out as soon as I pushed the plunger down.

"Don't kill me Hannibal! Please!" I screamed at him as he removed his knee. I tried to get up but the world was spinning around me.

"There is nothing you can do, just lay still so you don't hurt yourself." His voice sounded so far away. He didn't look like broke a sweat fighting with me. He wasn't human he couldn't be. No human could be so calm after doing something like this.

He picked me up in his arms and leaned me against him as he rubbed with two fingers, the spot he stuck the needle in.

I could feel whatever it was he stuck me with start to make its way into my veins much quicker than before, my body was completely paralyzed. My face stuck in his shoulder I couldn't see anything and I couldn't move. My arms were folded in between us and my legs dangled, my toes brushed against the floor as he moved my face to see if I was still awake. He made a disapproving sound as he realized my eyes were still opened and I still seemed to be alert enough to look afraid. "It will be over soon, I am sorry my friend."

I could feel myself slipping slowly, my eyes softened and I could no longer feel my limp body at all. My eyes closed and I passed out.

I felt someone brush the hair from my face. I tried to open my eyes but I didn't seem to be able to yet.

"Explain it to me again. She hit you?" It was Will's voice, was it Will touching me right now?

"Yes I think she was hallucinating, perhaps it was a negative reaction to the medication I gave her. She didn't seem lucid." Hannibal said as his voice grew closer. I tried to open my mouth to scream but couldn't. Will must have noticed my twitching.

"Lydia? Are you awake?" He asked. Slowly my eyes opened. Whatever he injected me with was strong. I could hardly move. I looked around and realized I was still in Hannibal's room. Why did this psychopath put me in his bed? I whimpered out to Will as Hannibal loomed over his shoulder. He had a big bruise across his nose.

I wiggled my toes trying to get movement back. Will looked so worried and as he should there was a cannibal right behind him. I tried to speak but just a small squeak passed my lips. My head was still swimming but I wasn't going to give up. Hannibal leaned past Will and put his fingers to my neck and checked his watch.

"She's coming around, her pulse is picking up." Hannibal said. I tried to pin his fingers against my neck using my head but he just slipped his hand away. I felt like I wanted to explode. I have never experienced anything more frustrating.

"Take it slow. Hannibal had to give you some major sedatives."

"No!" I choked out as I stared daggers at Hannibal. I was getting my functions back. He was done for. I'd get Will to check his basement and he'd see for himself. "Basement, Will." I said slowly, still staring down Hannibal who looked as calm as always. Will shook his head.

"It's alright Hannibal already told me what happened, do you remember?" Will asked, I shook my head up and down.

"He's not mad at you, it's okay." I looked at Will quickly realizing Will didn't understand. I tried to push myself up on my elbows.

"He eats… people, Will. Look… at basement." I panted out. Will chuckled a little bit and nodded.

"Of course he does. Why don't you rest a bit more than we can talk." He said as he tried to push me back down to lay flat. He thought I was still delirious.

"I think I understand what happened here." Hannibal said as he sat down on the other side of his bed. "She must have gotten down in my basement. I was cutting up some venison earlier." Hannibal looked down at me and pulled the covers up around me more. Will sighs and nods.

"No, there… was a human body, a torso, a-and… more um parts. Take me to the basement… I'll show you." I was getting riled up. Thankfully I was starting to come around more. It became less hard to think of the right words I needed to use. Will looked at Hannibal who didn't seem worried.

"She will have to be carried, I'm afraid it's a bit of a mess down there but I'm willing to endure any embarrassment to prove my innocence, agents. " He says with a slight air of a joke.

Will carried me down the stairs. The basement looked just as I left it. Hannibal had to be crazy he was so close to being caught by two federal agents and he didn't seem to care.

"There, the one closest to the wall." I said pointing to the freezer. Will nodded and tried to set me on my feet so he could check. Hannibal tried to reach over to steady me but I felt safer leaning against the table saw.

Will opened the freezer and reached in to pull out some wrapped meat.

"This is definitely just deer Lydia." He said as dug to the bottom and pulled out more of the same looking meat.

"Show her the other one, so she isn't frightened of me. It should be pork. Perhaps that is what you saw, Lydia. Hannibal said as he moved a bit closer to me. I used the machine to keep upright while I made my way to the wall to lean against.

Will opened the other freezer and pulled out just what Hannibal had said. Pig and lots of it. These were full parts of legs with hooves and even a pig head. All sealed in airtight plastic wrap.

"No no he did something. He moved the body. There was a tattoo I saw it!" I yelled. My hand slipped from the wall, Hannibal grabbed me before I could fall. "Get off me!" I screamed as he used his body to hold me up. I was still so dizzy and weak. I was having a hard time keeping track of stuff. Will pulled out a package that seemed to hold a hind leg of a pig. On it was a serial number of some kind. I froze looking at it.

"Was this the tattoo you saw?" Will asked as he brought it over so I could get a better look. I started to feel embarrassed, could I have really made such a big mistake. I looked up at Hannibal and his poor nose. Maybe something was wrong with me.

"Hannibal I- it seemed so-"

"It's okay Lydia, this was my fault. I shouldn't have given you medication you had never taken before. I believe you had a bad reaction to it." Hannibal said, still holding onto me. I felt like I was going crazy.

"Hannibal your nose…" I whimper out feeling horrible I hit him so hard.

"No, this was my fault as well. I shouldn't have tried to restrain you. Now let's get you out of this basement."

This time Hannibal picked me up to carry me up the stairs. I think even Will was surprised by his strength. I laid my chin on his shoulder and looked back at Will. He didn't seem to notice my staring. He looked almost guilty, he looked down right remorseful. What could he be feeling so guilty over?

Hannibal took me back to his room and laid me down. I look around and realize the bedroom itself seemed a little different. Furniture moved around and the walls even looked to be a different shade.

"Is this your room?" I ask as he tucked me in. Will sat down on the edge of the bed. He was never more than a few feet away.

"Yes I was worried about moving you too much, you had such a bad reaction to the sleeping pill I didn't want to risk moving you to another room while sedated."

"I'm feeling much better now, you can have your bed back. I don't know if I can sleep anyhow." I say as I try to take the blankets off myself. I really was feeling much stronger just from the time we left the basement.

"No, please stay there. The medication likely has not left your system and we don't need you wondering the hall confused again. I am going to your house to retrieve some clothes. Will is going to stay with you. Is there anything from your house you want?" Hannibal said as he and Will both pulled the covers back on me.

"No not that I can think of but can you ask Zeller if they are done with that iron pan? It belongs to my landlady. She's going to be asking for it back, oh and can you stop by and tell her I'm okay?" Will fussed around me for a second as he messed with the pillows and lamps on the bedside tables.

"I will talk to her." Hannibal said as he pulled a jacket out from his closet. He really was too good to me. He lets me stay at his house and feeds me and I repay with an elbow to the nose. I don't know if I will ever not feel bad about that.

Hannibal left and Will took off his shoes and glasses after making sure all the windows in the room were locked.

"I wasn't lying, I really don't think I can sleep, Will." He gets on the other side of the bed and scoots close to me.

"Well I haven't slept all night and could use a few hours. I think Hannibal would actually kill and cook us both if I let you wander the house so please just try and sleep."

"Will, it's not funny. I really thought he was a killer cannibal. It was terrifying. Not to mention I hurt him." I say as I turn on my side to face him. He gave me a half hearted smile.

"I know, I'm really sorry." He says as his smile leaves. Something about it struck me as odd. I knew something wasn't right. The guilty look on his face, the way he just apologized, it was too sincere sounding for an apology for a dumb joke.

I wanted to talk to him more but he was out like a light, softly snoring next to me. I made sure he was covered up before I let myself try and sleep again. It took some time but eventually his soft breathing lulled me to sleep.

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For some reason it won't let me reblog stuff to this blog so here is a new update

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To My Taste

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Part 4: Escalation

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⚠️Warnings ⚠️ mentions of animal death, nothing too graphic but sad none the less. The starts of obsessive behavior.

I had a few more drinks as we sat in Hannibal kitchen. He loaded the dishwasher and poured Will another glass. Now that I think about it I didn't see Hannibal drink very much himself. Will was about 5 deep and I was nursing my 3rd but the host had only had one with dinner.

"Come on Hannibal, have another drink with us." I say as I take a sip of my own drink. Hannibal thinks about it for a second and pulls down another class for himself.

"That's the spirit!" Will said as he clapped his hands together. It was fun seeing him so loose and happy, I'd have to get him drunk more often.

We all chatted for a few more hours until midnight rolled around. Hannibal was kind enough to show us our rooms for the night. They were across the hall from one another in the same hall as a bathroom and the basement.

Will flopped down on his bed and seemed to fall asleep right away. Hannibal proceeded to show me to my room for the night. He looked me up and down for a second.

"Forgive me if I'm being too forward but that dress is going to get horribly wrinkled. Would you like something else to sleep in?" He asked as he gestured to my dress. I look down at myself, it would be a bit uncomfortable to sleep in.

"That would be great. I didn't think about that." He holds up one finger to tell me to wait a second. He walked to his room and soon returned with a white dress shirt.

"I apologize it is a bit inappropriate but I'm afraid I don't have any sleep shirts. Would this be suitable." He asked as he presented it to me.

"It's perfectly fine. I normally just sleep in a shirt at home anyway." I retrieved the shirt from him, the material was soft but thin. It would make for a good sleep shirt.

"If you need anything my room is down the other hall at the very end. Good evening Lydia."

"Goodnight Hannibal, see you tomorrow." I say as he closes the door behind him. I looked down at the shirt with a slight grin. It was definitely inappropriate to sleep in your psychiatrist's shirt but the circumstances were understandable in my opinion.

The windows in this room looked like they looked out into an endless black abyss which made me a bit uneasy so I was sure to close the curtains before changing out of the dress and putting on the shirt.

I looked into the standing mirror and wondered if I had ever seen him in this button down before. I didn't seem familiar.

I got into bed and got cozy. It was a very soft bed complete with a fluffy comforter. I kept catching some kind of scent. I realized it was the shirt, it wasn't laundry detergent. It might have been a body wash maybe. I pressed the collar to my nose to smell it better. It was masculine but subtle. I have never smelt Hannibal but this is what I'd imagine he'd smell like.

I felt a little weird about enjoying the smell so much, it smelt expensive, some kind of cologne I believe. Whatever it was people are supposed to find the scent alluring so I tried not to feel so guilty.

It was easier to sleep knowing others were in this house with me. I felt comforted in the idea if the man came back I wouldn't be alone. Hannibal probably wouldn't be too much help in a fight but I knew Will was scrappy.

I was starting to scare myself thinking about the possibility of having to face that giant again. I pushed the thought away and focused on sleeping.

What could have been a few hours later I felt the bed move making me jolt awake. The bed dipped down behind me as if someone was laying there. That's when the smell of the sweet wine we drank tonight filled my nostrils.

"Will?" I asked I was too scared to turn around and check.

"What?" He asked in a groggy sounding voice, like I had just woke him up. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing in my bed?"

"You're in my bed." He sounded like he was still drunk. He scoots closer to me and puts a limp arm around me. I roll my eyes as I push it back on his side.

"Damn it Will." I whisper sitting up. He must have gotten up to use the restroom and got into the wrong room. I got out of bed and looked down at him. "Seriously Will get up, this is my room." He didn't respond so I shook his shoulder. He grumbled and grabbed my hand and pulled me a bit closer. He rolled onto his stomach and tried to make my arm with him. I pulled it away and gave up. His bed was free. He can have mine.

I left the room and closed the door behind me. Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs of the basement. The door opened and Hannibal emerged. He looked surprised for a second when he noticed me.

"Are you not able to sleep?" He asked me as he moved a kind of plastic sheet to his other arm so his body would block my sight of it.

"Oh no I was sleeping fine till I realized I had a guest in my bed." I say with a grin as I open the door to show him the drunkenly sleeping Will in my bed. Hannibal's eyebrows raised up slightly.

"I see how that might wake someone up. Do you need help moving him back to his room?" Hannibal asks as he turns back to the basement door and uses a key he pulled from his vest pocket to lock it.

"No no I'm just going to take his bed. Are you still cleaning up that wine?"

"No, I was just making sure no others had fallen. How are you sleeping?" He asked as he leaned against the door. Why did he need to lock his basement? Why was that the only door that seemed to have an outward facing lock that requires a key? The more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

"I was sleeping great. Maybe I should move houses. Or get a roommate. I didn't think it was that serious but I'm not scared here the way I am at home."

"It's not uncommon to feel unsafe in a home after something like that, and it's not admitting defeat to move."

"You might be-" I stopped speaking when a loud thud could be heard from the basement. "Seriously Hannibal let me help you. I worked in a restaurant I know how to clean up glass." I wanted to help him but I mostly wanted to see what was down there.

"I think I will just have to take down the whole rack. It must be uneven but no I am perfectly capable of handling this project myself. Please go get yourself some rest." He says as he unlocks the door and goes in. He was gone before I could even say goodnight. There was something off about that basement. Part of me wanted to wait till Hannibal left and see if I can pick the lock myself but that would be a major invasion of privacy and while I am nosy I'm not crazy.

I shake the thought and go into Will's room. His bed was equally comfortable so it didn't take me long to get back to sleep. In the night I had some kind of nightmare. A figure was stood in the corner of the room and as my eyes focused it almost looked like Hannibal dressed in some kind of plastic coat. I chalked it up to me being suspicious about what was in his basement.

I seemed to have slept even better in this room. Aside from the strange dream with Hannibal I didn't have any other dreams I don't even think I moved in the night.

The sun shined through the curtains of this room, waking me up finally. I wasn't sure what time it was. I had left my phone in my purse in the other room.

My legs felt like jelly, and I felt groggy. After such a restful sleep I thought I'd be more awake. I stood up slowly and opened the door to the hall. There was a small bruise on the inside of my arm that I didn't think was there last night. My attention was pulled away from my arm by Will who was just coming out of the bathroom. He must have taken a shower because his hair was wet. He seemed a little worse for wear.

"Why are you in Hannibal's shirt?" I looked down remembering what I was wearing.

"He said my dress would wrinkle so he gave me a shirt."

"Hmm he didn't offer me a shirt, and why did we switch rooms?"

"You crawled into bed with me because you thought it was your room." I wasn't sure if that was the real reason but it was the least embarrassing explanation. He looked surprised and apologetic.

"I'm so sorry I didn't think I was so drunk." He put his hands in his pockets clearly feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"It's fine, you able to drive? I was going to get dressed and leave after we say goodbye to Hannibal."

"He's actually going to drive us to the police station. I should let him explain. He's the one who talked to Jack."

"What? Why are we needed at a police station? I don't think I'm cleared to be working yet." Hannibal turned the corner of the hall to meet us. For the first time ever he looked like he was a bit hurried.

"Oh good Lydia you are up. I was about to come and get you. They need you to do a line up. They may have your attacker in custody. Are you feeling up to doing a line up?" He asked as moved a bit closer like he was trying to get a better look at something. He was trying to be nonchalant about his subtle examination with his eyes.

"Of course I'm up to it. They can't just blood test him? They had his DNA right?"

"They need a subpoena to take blood, they don't have to, to put him in a lineup. If you can identify him, that should be enough to get a judge to make him give up his blood." Will explained.

"I mean where did they find this guy, why do they think he's the one?" Even I had to admit I sounded a bit stressed but who wouldn't be.

"Lydia you don't have to do this right now if you don't feel like you are ready." Hannibal says softly.

"No fuck that I'm plenty ready let me get dressed." I say as I go into the room I changed in and got around.

We were all in Hannibal's car in 2 minutes flat. Will let me take the front seat. That's when I noticed the time on the radio, it was 5 pm. There was no way I could have slept that long. That's over 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep. That's not normal for me.

"I slept in till 5?"

"I tried to wake you up." Will says from the back.

"You were saying you slept more soundly at my home then your own perhaps it was your body taking advantage of the rest." Hannibal said, keeping his eyes on the road.

"You said you were getting plenty of sleep." Will questioned.

"My apologies, I didn't realize your sleeplessness was a secret." Hannibal whispered as he took a glance at Will in his rear view mirror.

"Sleeplessness?"

"Can we talk about this some other time please, my head is killing me."

"Yes, let her rest, Will."

"I don't need anymore God damn rest. Let's just get there please." I say as I turn on the radio to try and silence them.

We arrived in record time. Jack was leaning against his car when we pulled in. We got inside and they were ready for us.

"Do you want someone to go in with you?" An officer asked. I thought about it for a second. They all would have been fine to accompany me but I thought Hannibal would be the most well equipped.

"Um yeah Hannibal?" I asked. He didn't say anything, just nodded and put his arm around me to walk into the room together.

"They can't see or hear you." An officer explains.

"I know I know, please send them in I'm ready." I say as I swallow a lump in my throat. I feel Hannibal pull me a bit closer. Six large men step onto the lineup room. All with dark hair and all had a banged over their left eyes. I looked over their faces carefully. At first I was worried I would have a hard time knowing if he was there but looking in each and every one of their eyes I knew quickly none of them were him.

"He's not here."

"Would you like for them to say anything?" The officer asked.

"No he didn't say anything and these men are not him." I say a bit more firmly. I feel myself begin to cry. Hannibal notices right away and offers his silk handkerchief. I push it away and use my hand.

"Can I leave now?"

"sure." The officer didn't seem pleased that I couldn't identify the man but there was nothing I could have done about it.

Hannibal walks us back to the lobby where Jack and Will sat. Hannibal shook his head no quickly before either could speak.

"Can you take me home Hannibal? I'll get my car some other time."

"Of course but are you sure you want to be alone right now?"

"More than anything." I say pulling away from his protective arm. Jack walked past us like he was about to chew someone out.

I let Will have the front seat this time. The drive to my house was a short and silent one. Pulling in I get out and unlock my door. Will got out with me presumably to make sure I got in okay.

He picked up a small package from my doorstep and examined it.

"You order something?" I look back at him confused and shake my head. I take it from his hands before he can stop me.

"Maybe I should open it." He says as he reaches to get it back.

"It's not a bomb Will." I say with a small grin. Hannibal stepped out of his car to see what was going on. I opened the box and at first I wasn't sure what I was looking at. I reached in and pulled out two small light green wings. I screamed once I realized that must have belonged to my love bird Lucy.

"Drop them, drop them!" Will said as he grabbed the box back from me to hold under the disembodied wings in my hand. I put them back in the box and cry louder. Hannibal ran over to take the box from Will who was trying to close it as quickly as possible.

"He killed her! He killed them both! What the fuck! Where is the rest of her!?" I screamed out again. Once Hannibal had the box Will grabbed me as I sobbed. "I'll kill him!" Managed to choke out through sobs and gasps.

Will walked us inside slowly, carefully inspecting my small house for anything out of the ordinary. Hannibal stayed outside to call for help.

"It's okay." He said as he sat down on the sofa with me.

"How! How is any of this okay, Will!?" He shushed me as his hold on my body got tighter. He had his arms wrapped around me and was letting me scream into his chest.

It was no time before my front porch was filled with law enforcement all over again. I had collected myself a fraction more by the time Jack got here.

"That's it you are not staying here. He's not done with you clearly." Jack said in a huff.

"She can stay with me Jack." Hannibal said reassuringly.

"I'll stay too just in case." Will says quickly. My head was still placed on his chest whenever he spoke it sounded like he had an echo. I wasn't going to fight with them. There was no way I was staying here alone.

"I'm calling a tow truck to get her car out of your driveway. He probably knows the make and model." Jack says as he presses his ear to his phone.

Will helps me up and takes me back to Hannibal's car. He got in the back with me seemingly wanting to continue holding me. I wasn't sure why but his eyes were dark, angry. It made me not want to fight with him about his clinginess. He grabbed me again and laid my head on his shoulder.

Not long after Hannibal stepped out from my house. He had a look of concern that wasn't there when we left. It was gone in an instant.

Hannibal drove incredibly slow, a drive that was less than an hour became almost an hour and a half affair. I had assumed he was giving the tow truck ample time to get my car before we arrived.

Will's grip on my hand was almost harsh. I wasn't sure I would be able to pull it away even if I wanted to. The silence was starting to get to me just a bit. I was so on edge already from the lineup, so finding the remains of my bird made me want to both crawl in a hole and run the streets looking for this guy. Both options I knew Hannibal and Will would not allow.

We pull in and get inside as soon as possible. Hannibal was sure to triple check the house. He was a very particular man and said he'd be able to tell right away if someone was inside who wasn't supposed to be.

Will took us to the couch in the living room to sit down. I felt like with each passing second Will was getting closer. I don't think it was intentional on his part. He seemed just as helpless too it as me. I wasn't even comfortable in his embrace anymore. He kept putting my head on his chest and pressing my chest against him with his arms around my back. It didn't feel sexual, it felt obsessive.

"Will I need to sit up, please." It sounded like a question almost. He didn't argue, he just opened his arms for me to move. I stood up and patted down the wrinkles in my dress from the ordeal. Hannibal was right, it was wrinkling badly.

Will started to look more like the man I knew him to be once I removed myself. If I had a clearer head I might have been more worried about his behavior but right now I could only worry about one thing.

He sat on the sofa and adjusted his glasses. He seemed like he didn't want to look at me directly but wherever I moved his eyes were not far behind.

I took to an old bad habit of chewing the skin on the side of my nails when nervous. Watching the sunset as I attacked the previously smooth skin of my fingers I couldn't stop thinking of my innocent love birds and that I might share their fate.

Hannibal had pulled Will aside to talk with him. They went to the dining room to speak. I could hear the vaguest hint of voices as they spoke. My curiosity got the better of me. I snuck around the corner to try and hear the conversation better.

"This guy isn't going to stop. This was an escalation. This sick fuck had been emasculated by her he wont stop till he makes her feel as powerless as he did. He'll find her here, and Jack's team is too incompetent to find him first." Will sounded stressed, maybe scared even.

"You need to calm down. Cool heads will prevail. I want you to go, go help them find him. She will be safe here."

"Are you crazy? She needs me!"

"She needs this guy caught. Do not let your feelings cloud your judgment, Will. You want her safe, you go find him."

They stopped speaking for a second. I took the chance to make my way back to the couch to avoid detection. What kind of feelings was Hannibal talking about? Could Will Graham actually like me like that? I wasn't sure if I was thrilled by the idea or frightened.

"Hey, hey Lydia I'm going to go and see how the teams getting along, okay? I'll be back I promise." Will said as he rushed into the room as he pulled on his jacket. He stood in front of me and gave me a small smile. Why does this man sweat so much when he is stressed?

"That sounds like a good idea. I'd come along if I could." I say nodding up at him. Will looked like he was going to say something else but Hannibal interrupted.

"Will, If you want to beat evening traffic you should get going soon."

"You're right Hannibal, I'll be back. He's got you. It's going to be okay." He said as he made his way to the door. Hannibal stopped him and whispered something to him before he left. It was odd but it was probably just something he thought would startle me to hear.

Seeing this side of Will seemed a bit off putting. Normally it was me telling Will it would be okay. I could see he was full of shit and scared the same way I was when I tell him the same lie.

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Part 3: Nightshade

Masterlist

⚠️Warnings⚠️ there are none really just a dinner at a cannibal's house.😅

The dialog might be a little awkward. I'm still getting use to writing with more then two people on a scene. I hope it's still readable. 🙏

It had occurred to me I had no idea what the dress code was for this sort of thing. Were jeans too casual? What about jeans and a nice top? Would a gown be too formal? Unfortunately for me this thought came entirely too late because I was already standing at Dr. Lecter's door.

I thought I heard a rustling behind me coming from a line of trees. I turned around to look for the animal causing the sound, it must have been big the way the twigs were snapping. My stomach dropped to the floor when I heard the door open behind me. It startled me so bad I must have jumped at least an inch off the ground.

"My apologies Lydia, I did not mean to frighten you, what are you looking at?" Dr. Lecter says as he looks into the tree line with me.

"It's alright, I think you have a deer or something back here."

"Very possible, sometimes in the morning they come up and lick the condensation from the windows. Please come in." He says as he opens the door wider for me.

"Oh right, thank you." I say pulling my attention from the tree line. I step inside as he shuts the door behind me. His house was as well decorated as his office. It was warm and inviting while also looking like something from a magazine.

"Your dress is lovely." He says as he walks me to the kitchen where Will is sneaking grapes from whatever Dr. Lecter was preparing.

"Oh thank you." I say now glad I wore a more casual dress. Will was in his normal attire. As per usual Dr. Lecter out dressed us all effortlessly.

"You actually made it on time." Will says with a small smile.

"You wouldn't believe how many alarms I had to set."

"Well we are glad you made it." Dr. Lecter says as he removes the bowl of grapes from Will's possession. They seemed to be getting along a bit better. Will doesn't look like he hates his life when he's around him anymore.

"How are you holding up?" Will asks suddenly, I knew what he really wanted to ask me.

"Oh pretty well. Day by day." I say as I lean on the counter Dr. Lecter was using to cut up some fancy looking vegetable I wouldn't be able to guess the name of in a million years.

"Really? You got bags under your eye." Will says bluntly. I wasn't sure if this was Will being Will or if he was on edge from something else. I laughed at his comment. Dr. Lecter glaces at Will for a second then returns his eyes back to his vegetable cutting.

"Speak for yourself, Will."

"I think we all could do with a little more sleep." Dr. Lecter interjects perhaps worried Will hurt my feelings.

Dr. Lecter poured us all some sweet smelling wine then took us to the dining room. He sat Will at one side of the table and me at the other. It being his home he sat at the head of the table.

"The meat for our meal is still in the oven. My apologies Lydia I thought I'd have a little more time."

"He thought you'd be late too." Will adds with a smirk. I laughed and nodded. It was a pretty close call but I managed to get out the door in time.

We had some polite conversation while the food finished. Will made a few quips at Dr. Lecter. He was on a roll tonight. I always enjoyed talking with Will. His wit and dry sense of humor made up for what he lacked in tack. Dr. Lecter excused himself to work on the food, leaving just Will and I.

"I wasn't joking around in the kitchen, you look half dead." Will stopped himself before continuing. "That sounded bad, you look good, you just seem tired."

"Oh Will, you think I look good? You don't look half bad yourself." I say in an overly flirty tone. He let out a chuckle but looked a little frustrated.

"I'm serious Lydia, you having trouble sleeping?"

"Will I'm fine really, I have been catching up on some TV with all my free time. I don't get to bed till 3 most nights. I sleep fine once I get around to it." This was of course a lie but I didn't need him worrying about something that will pass soon enough.

He looked like he wanted to press the matter but thankfully Dr. Lecter came in with three dishes.

"Will, for you and I have prepared cherry allspice glazed ham I have had in a slow cooker for 8 hours and Lydia for you I have charred cabbage with goat cheese raita and cucumbers with some garnishment." He sat down the dishes down for us. My meal looked incredible. So some colors and he even placed some flowers.

"Dr. Lecter this is too beautiful to eat. I say looking up at him. He takes his seat with a small smile.

"No such thing, and please Lydia call me Hannibal." He places a napkin on his lap and picks up his fork and knife. I followed his lead and put a napkin down.

One of the flowers looked so familiar to me but I couldn't place it right away. Then it hit me.

"Hannibal, is this a deadly nightshade?" He looks over and nods.

"Of sorts, it's an eggplant cut to resemble a deadly nightshade. I wouldn't try and feed one of my guests something so sinister as a real poisonous flower." He says with a smile. There was a tone in his voice I couldn't place. I hoped I didn't insult him. Will leans up to look across the table at my plate.

"You made that yourself Hannibal? It looks real." Will praises. Hannibal's smile becomes a bit fuller. The compliment must have really meant a lot to him. I picked up the vegetable flower, sure enough the texture gave it away. It was so realistic looking I could hardly bring myself to try it.

"It's kinda spooky." I say with a grin as I pop the whole thing in my mouth rather unceremoniously, I had to be quick about it or my hand might not let me place it in my mouth at all. Hannibal watched for my reaction. Chewing it well I nod to him giving him a thumbs up. Once I dare to swallow it I begin to dig into the rest of my meal.

The conversation moved to work, we took turns telling one another about odd cases we have worked on. My turn rolled around and there was just one that stuck out.

"In college my abnormal psychology professor had a hook up at a supermax prison and he set up some interviews for his students that wanted extra credit. It was random we drew straws and I got a man who killed 5. I can't remember his name but I can see his face as clear as day. He said God told him to kill these 5 men as punishment." The air grew thick as my tone naturally drifted to a more somber darker cadence

"Punishment for what?" Hannibal asked as he finished his meal.

"He wouldn't elaborate further just that they knew what they did."

"That's hardly odd. Religious delusions are relatively common." Will says looking across the table at me confused.

"Well that wasn't the end of it, 2 of the men he killed had priors for sexual misconduct with a child. 1 had a sealed record from his teen years that involved an attack of some kind and the last 2 had some pretty awful shit on their heart drives. It was just creepy, the situation was at least. He wasn't, he was really sweet actually. My partner who I was working on the interview with thought maybe he was actually getting some kind of info from the man upstairs." I chuckle a little as I take another drink of my wine.

"What do you think?" Hannibal asks, looking over at me. He seemed entirely focused on my story and appending answer.

"I think he was mentally ill. A sick man fallen victim to his own intrusive thoughts."

"You said he was sweet?" Hannibal questions

"He was, he was soft spoken. Seemed real gentle. He was a deeply religious man. He told me he prays for me every night, never said prayed for what." Hannibal stared at me for a moment. His face was stagnant, it was unreadable. What was he thinking? Why did his expression make me so uncomfortable? What was it?

"Well he sounds very considerate." Hannibal said as he looked back to his plate. I couldn't stand how unreadable he was. I didn't like being at such a disadvantage in conversation. Is this what Will feels like with everyone? If so I understand why he acts the way he does when speaking to people.

The conversation trailed to something a bit more lively as Will told a story about the time one of his dogs pulled him into the lake on one of his fishing trips.

"I'm sorry Hannibal, can I use your restroom?" I ask as I stand up.

"Of course it's down the hall to the left." He says as he pours Will a bit more wine. I walked down the aforementioned hall. His home wasn't particularly large but nevertheless confusing all the same. He kept all his doors closed making my job of finding the bathroom in this maze much harder. I didn't want him thinking I was snooping around. I passed a door that had some kind of noise coming from it. I stopped and pressed my ear to it. It was a soft shuffling accompanied by drips. Was that the bathroom? The drip could be a faucet. I turned the knob to find it locked.

"Do you need some help finding it?" Hannibal's voice seemingly came out of nowhere. I let out a pathetic yelp and turned to face him wide eyed. "I'm sorry Lydia, I really need to stop sneaking up on you." He seemed apologetic but also a bit teasing.

"I'm so sorry you said on the right, right?" I say having to laugh a bit at my overreaction.

"No, very close though. It was on the left back down that hall, this is my basement." He says as he walks me to the correct door.

I thank him and go inside. Once finished I wash my hands. What could be making a sound like that in a basement? I try to remember what the outside of the house looked like. It didn't seem like the kind to have a basement. Did he put one in himself? I suppose a man like Hannibal had many reasons to need one, to keep wine, more storage space or even extra food.

I chalked my overly suspicious mood to being on edge from the attack still. All the same I had a nagging feeling about what's behind that door.

I walked out of the bathroom to see Hannibal coming up from his basement. He sees me and gives me a reassuring grin.

"It's a good thing I checked, some wine had fallen off its rack. Made a bit of a mess I'm afraid to say." He says as he shut the door. So it was just a wine seller.

"Oh no I'm sorry. Would you like some help cleaning it up?"

"No no, the worst of it is fixed. There is broken glass down there still though. I wouldn't want you getting cut." He walked us back to the dining room where Will was still seated. He sat up a bit when we came into the room. "Please sit I will get dessert."

Will and I sat alone again. A part of me worried what he'd bring up next so I tried to beat him to the punch

"How was your meal?" I ask nonchalantly. He looked surprised by the question but nods.

"Oh great I've never had a meal from Hannibal I didn't enjoy." He says as he leans back.

"How many dinners have you guys shared? I thought you didn't like psychiatrists?"

"Am I not allowed to change my mind about people? I thought you'd be happy. You and him seemed cozy after your hospital stay." Will almost sounded spiteful. Was he jealous of something?

"The man sat with me for 3 days when you wouldn't even step in the room. We are going to be a bit closer than before. Besides, he's my psychiatrist now as well. Are you jealous or something?"

"What? No, of course I'm not jealous. What would I be jealous of?" He stopped himself for a second and looked down at his hands in his lap. "And I'm sorry for not visiting you much. I was frustrated, it's not right of me to be but I was. You shou-" he stopped talking when he heard Hannibal's footsteps approaching.

"Am I interrupting?" He said as he placed the bowls of dark red ice cream in front of us.

"No, we were done." Will says looking over at me. Something about the look in his eyes told me he'd tell me what he wanted to say later. Hannibal didn't seem to want to pry.

"For dessert we have a pomegranate gelato I made this morning. It does have animal by-products but no meat." He gave me an encouraging smile as he sat down. The distinction was a bit odd, he knew I ate animal by-products. I just had goat cheese.

"It looks so good. I can't believe you made this at home." I say as I take my first bite. It was probably the best dessert I've ever had. Hannibal seems pleased with mine and Will's praise of the cold treat.

At this point Will had, had a few glasses of wine and didn't seem like he'd sober up in time to drive home.

"I can drive you home, Will. It's only 20 minutes out of the way." I offer.

"That probably would be a good idea." He said with a slightly embarrassing grin.

"Will you be alright to drive?" Hannibal asked.

"Me? Oh yeah I have only had this one drink. I probably won't finish though, It's getting a bit late and the last thing I need is a DUI." I say as I take another bite.

My tooth crunches down on something hard and It takes everything in me not to spit it out immediately. I quickly grab for a napkin to be as discreet as possible. Unfortunately Hannibal seems to notice everything.

"Are you alright?" I nod and look down into the napkin. It was just a pomegranate seed. "I am sorry I thought I strained it more thoroughly than that." I feel my tooth with my tongue. My tooth was fine but something about the change in texture so suddenly set me on edge. It was the main reason I didn't eat meat.

"It's okay no harm done. It's still delicious." I go to dig back in but stop myself. Some of it had started to melt in the bowl. It looked just like thick coagulating blood. I got a flash of seeing myself in my bathroom mirror after the attack. I normally wasn't so squeamish. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to finish it. Would it be rude to offer mine to Will? He had already finished his. Hannibal's attention was on his own bowl. I point to my gelato and mouth to Will asking if he wants mine.

"No I'm alright you finish it." He says with a small hiccup. He wasn't even being so obvious because he was tipsy; this was him not picking up on the context clues that I was trying to be discreet.

"Did the seed ruin your appetite?" Hannibal asked. I didn't need to be able to read his face. His voice told me enough, he was disappointed.

I was trying to figure out which one I was more comfortable fessing up to. If I said it reminded me of my attack Hannibal might feel bad, if I say it was the seed he could feel guilty for not straining it well enough. I wasn't sure what was the lesser of two evils so I decided to lie.

"No no the seed was fine, I am just so full. That dinner was so good I'm afraid I didn't leave much room for dessert." He gave me a gracious smile and nodded.

"Well it was very polite of you to try to get through it."

"Of course of course, it was lovely, I'm just stuffed. Um, do you want help with dishes?" I try to change the subject as quickly as possible.

"I invited you two here for dinner not for work." Will and I protested for a bit but he was adamant. The night winded down and Will had a few more drinks. I never knew him to be a drinker but he seemed to be enjoying himself.

We said our goodbyes and Hannibal walked us out to my car.

"Thank you so much for inviting me. It was an amazing night."

"Of course you are welcomed back anytime." He said as he opened my car door for me. I was about to get in when he stopped me.

"I think your tire has gone flat." He says as he nudges it gently with his foot.

"Shit." I crouch down and pull out my phone to use as a flashlight. Sure enough all the air was gone. The tire wasn't slashed and the cap was on the spot you put the air in. I wasn't sure how it got flat.

"What's happening?" Will asked as he slowly made his way around to the driver side.

"Her tire has gone flat. I could drive you both home, or you both are welcome to stay the night. We can work it all out in the morning." Hannibal says as he closes my car door. Will looked at me like he wanted me to pick.

"If you don't mind us staying Hannibal, that might be easier for you."

"It would be my pleasure to have you both stay the night." He said with a grin. He really was so accommodating.

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totally-not-a-cannibal-hannibal · 2 years ago

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🍽To My Taste Masterlist🔪

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Part 1: Small Potatoes

Part 2: To Be Misunderstood

Part 3: Nightshade

Part 4: Escalation

Part 5: Cornered Animal

Part 6: More Than A Crush

Part 7: Hannibal's Watch 🔞

Part 8: Hedonistic

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To My Taste

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Part 2: To Be Misunderstood

Part 1: Small Potatoes

⚠️Warnings⚠️ This part has the start of rape. It never gets to that point but it gets close so please don't read this part if you think that might even remotely be triggering. Please take care of yourself, this stupid fanfic is not worth your mental health. I'll leave a summary at the end if you still want the spark notes on what happened in the story. The whole first part is littered with violence against a woman so beware. My intention is not to glorify this kind of attack and I try my best to not be too flowery in writing the attack for that purpose. Reader discretion is advised.

It's kinda long because I couldn't end on a depressing note. 🥲

My mind assumed the worst, how could you not. I ran out of my room without thinking and scanned the dark surroundings. I didn't see anyone. The street light barely lit up a spot on the floor where some feathers laid. The brilliant peach color seemed to shine against the darkness of the room. I was so distracted by the thought my love birds might be dead I had forgotten about the potential intruder.

Just as I came back to my senses I was grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground onto my back. I could make out a large frame larger than any man I knew. He jumped down on top of me putting his face into view. He had no mask, he intended on killing me. I screamed and tried to pull my legs out from under him.

In a flash I saw the glint of a large knife in the limited light of the room. He thrusted it down into my shoulder. I felt like the tip of the weapon snagged on my cheap vinyl floor of my kitchen. I had so much adrenaline rushing through my body I couldn't even scream.

It was the killer, I knew what was coming next. Choking, biting, rape. He leaned down on me once he was sure my shoulder was stuck. His eyes were crazed, like a dog left in the heat for too long. He sounded like one as well. He grunted as he struggled to tear my underwear. My free hand tried to claw at his hands desperately, finally I was able to scream. I screamed for my life, it sounded like the stock scream for a low budget horror movie. My sudden screaming must have startled him or just pissed him off because he yelled back as he punched me in the face. I could taste blood and my vision got blurry but I knew I had to do something, he was making progress on my underwear.

The only thing I could see clearly was his face so I did the only thing I could. I took my thumb and jammed it into his eye. My nail slipped past the eyeball and bent around the corner of his orbital bone. He let out an animalistic scream, louder than my own even. He pulled his upper body off of me and my thumb was released from his eye.

He grabbed the knife and ripped it from my shoulder and held it in the air. He slammed it down at my face, instinct took over and I curled to the side. With most of his weight on my legs my upper body could move freely. He struggled to pull the knife from the concrete below the vinyl. Grunting like an ape he finally freed it. Thanks to the time it brought me I was able to get a leg free from his hips and my other slipped out shortly after. He held his eye with one hand and slashed at me frantically with the other.

I wasn't sure how but I managed to get to my feet. Something he was much slower at, he was still on his knees. I blindly grabbed the first thing my hand touched on my counter. I swung around the cast iron skillet I had borrowed from my landlady. In one sweep I bashed it against his skull as hard as I could. He fell like a sack of dirt. I jumped over him and ran to my bedroom. I slammed my door and locked it. Using all the force I had left in me I pushed the dresser in front of the door and grabbed for my phone. Something I had wished I'd done before I left my room to begin with. Dialing 911 I put the phone on speaker so I could continue to barricade my room.

"911 what's your emergency"

"A man has broken into my house, he attacked me." I was in the middle of giving her my address and name when there was a bang at my door. Letting out a scream I take the phone with me to the bathroom. In the harsh light of the white bulbs I could see how much blood had poured down my shoulders and lip. I held up my hand and realized I had his blood on my thumb. No matter what happened we'd have DNA on him at least. The operator stayed on my phone with me.

The banging stopped not long after he heard me on the phone. I knew he was gone but there was almost nothing in the world that was going to get me out of my bathroom closet. After what felt like hours I heard sirens outside.

It was all a blur. So many people in my house all at once. I was put in a blanket and walked through the place I was just attacked. He poured bleach on the floor, likely to destroy any DNA that was left of his from his blood. Holding my blood covered thumb out like some kind of hitchhiker they walked me to an ambulance. I was looking all over for my birds. I knew they were not what was important but it's all I could think about. Ricky was dead on the floor, neck snapped. I couldn't find Lucy.

"My bird, call for her! Maybe she flew out. Her name is Lucy. Please check the trees!" I begged, pointing to the tree line. An officer nodded as he helped me in the back of the ambulance. I had been crying the whole time, of course I had but for some reason I was now sobbing over my birds, one dead the other lost.

I don't have any memory of the ride to the hospital. Once inside I still couldn't get a second alone. Doctors and cops all had so many questions. Most of which I wasn't ready to answer.

A nurse almost cleaned off my thumb and I thought I might hit her. The cops came in and took all they could from my thumb and nails. They took my clothes. As soon as they left, my hospital room door was flung open by Jack. He asked me all the same questions but he was slower, giving me time to answer all I could. I still couldn't give him all the answers he needed.

Will stood in the doorway like he was scared to come in. Jack squeezed past him to go make a few calls.

"I'm sorry this happened." He said softly. He didn't budge from his spot. His hands shoved in his coat pockets. He was still in his pajamas. Did he jump out of bed and drive all the way over? He just looked at me like he felt guilty. Seeing that expression on his face made me want to cry more.

Without warning he was pushed against the doorframe as Beverly ran in. She stopped in her tracks when she saw me in the hospital bed.

"Fuck prison, when we get this guy I'm gonna kill him." She said as she came over and gave me a hug. She made me chuckle.

"Let me get the first shot." I say as she fixed the collar of my gown. She smiles at me. "Did they find my bird?" She shook her head no while pulling the thin hospital blanket higher on me. There was something she was thinking and didn't want to say. "Bev it's all going to heal. He didn't even get my underwear off, It's alright." I say with a small grin but I could feel the tears starting to fall. We hugged till a doctor came in to replace some bandages.

Will always stayed just outside the room or in the doorway. Jack had called Dr. Lecter, he needed as many members of the team he could get to find this guy but he didn't want to leave me alone with strangers. I was thankful but Dr. Lecter was one step up from a stranger. He and I sat in the white and blue hospital room alone together. We didn't speak too much. He told me it was alright if I didn't want to. It wasn't that I didn't want to, some parts I just couldn't recall, it had only been 12 hours. I knew memory loss after trauma was normal but I needed to try and remember as much as possible to tell the team.

"He smelt like cigarettes, not the cheap kind. I didn't smell alcohol on his breath." I said as I looked up at the wall mounted TV. Dr. Lecter wrote it down. Slowly things would come back to me. Unfortunately that led to flashbacks and panic attacks.

A few days passed and I was finally able to be released from the hospital. Jack wanted me to stay longer but the cleaner they used smelt like the bleach he poured all over my kitchen so I was eager to leave.

As odd as it sounded I was excited to get home. I just wanted to be with my things and see if Lucy would come home if she heard me calling.

Beverly and Will were over all day and at night Jack had local police stay outside in squad cars. This thing wasn't the type of thing you just get over but I was doing pretty good all things considered. Zeller and Price had taken what evidence they could from my house and cleaned up the best they knew how. Someone even hooked up my cable.

The vinyl floor in my kitchen had been pulled up so just concrete was left. They took the skillet that I needed to return to the landlady. She'd understand, she brought over a blackberry cobbler in hopes I'd tell her about what all happened. We were both incredibly nosy people so I knew what a mystery was doing to her. I indulged her the best I could, I didn't want to scare her too badly so I was very, very sparing with the details. Once she left I tucked into the cobbler.

There was a knock at my door that made my heart leap from my chest.

"It's me Jack, can I come in, Lydia?" I checked the window just to make sure before opening the door. Once I open the door he lets himself in and sits down at my table.

"You got the guy?" I asked, smiling as I take a seat as well.

"No not yet, I actually came on personal business. I was speaking with Dr. Lecter and he thinks it would help you to attend therapy, with him if you prefer or with an unaffiliated colleague of his. I want you to have a clear head and be happy because I care about you but also so you can get back to work. You can't work on your own case of course but we have others. I need you, late or not." He said as he smiled across the table at me. He probably wasn't wrong. Talking about stuff tends to help me. Dr. Lecter was great with me in the hospital. Maybe it was a good idea.

"Yeah that sounds good actually. I'll start to see him." Jack breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. He looked behind me at my kitchen floor.

"Did those neanderthals with beakers leave you without any flooring?" He asked as he stood up and kicked at the exposed concrete. Jack seemed like what I imagined a dad was like. Caring but strict and just couldn't leave your house without trying to fix something.

"Yeah it's fine I was just going to have the guys at the hardware store put more in." I say laughing at his name calling.

"No, I know a guy, he and his sons did my whole house, let me do this for you." He said as he had his phone out and was already dialing. There was no stopping him at this point. He sets a time for them to come and put in new flooring.

He gave me Dr. Lecter's office number to set an appointment up. I liked seeing such a soft Jack, he had such a kind voice when he wasn't yelling. He left shortly after I set an appointment for tomorrow morning.

That night I couldn't sleep. I had to lock my bedroom door, I finally fell asleep as I heard the birds outside start to sing. I slept through my first and second alarm. Finally the 3rd one got me up. I had to rush around, I was super late.

The drive to Dr. Lecter's office was pretty long and I was at least half an hour behind schedule. I ran into the building but froze when I saw Dr. Lecter talking to his secretary.

"There you are, I was starting to think you changed your mind." He said with a soft smile. I felt horrible about wasting his time.

"I'm so sorry I didn't hear my alarm go off."

"That's quite all right. You are here now, that's what's important." He leaned down and whispered something to his secretary who nodded at him. "Come in, please." He said as he held open the large wooden doors to his office.

I walked in quickly trying not to take up any more time than was necessary. The office was nothing short of immaculate. I had never been inside a room like it. I did my best not to gawk at how extravagant and lavish it was.

"Please take a seat." He said as he closed the doors. I sit down in the closet chair. The notepad on the table next to me clued me into the fact this was his seat.

"Shit sorry" I curse under my breath as I stand up and move to the identical chair across from the it. He grins and nods.

"That's alright you may have that chair if you prefer." He said as he picked up his notepad.

"No no this one's perfect." I insist. He takes his normal seat and crosses his leg getting comfortable.

"You look well, how did you sleep?"

"Oh um not great, that's kinda part of the reason I slept through my alarms."

"I see, any reason in particular you had trouble sleeping?" He asked as he pulled the cap off his pen.

"You know why." I say with a small smile as I look away from him. Picking at my nails I do my best not to think about the man.

"I know, I'd like to hear it in your words." His voice was soft, gentle like he was coaxing me.

"I was afraid the man would come back, I got a new gun but he took the last one. What would stop him from taking this one?"

"That is perfectly understandable, the mind is rewired by trauma, previously innocuous activities can start to feel like real dangers to us. Do you have any plans to move?"

"Definitely not, it's my house, the rent is low, it's a good neighborhood. The house doesn't remind me of him, it's just the idea of sleeping and not being able to get away." I shift in my seat getting a little uncomfortable dwelling on the incident. He watched me closely and must have been able to pick up on how uneasy I was getting.

"You're from the area, yes?" He asks as he closes his notepad and folds his hands in his lap.

"Yeah southern Virginia, took me a bit to lose the accent when I moved north."

"Was losing your accent a concerted effort or did you lose it naturally?"

"It was purposeful, I went to college and my professors had a hard time understanding me. I got tired of being misunderstood. It slips out sometimes though. Where is your accent from? I don't think I can place it." I say with a grin.

"That's very adaptable of you when I first moved here I too had a problem with people understanding me. It never feels good to be misunderstood. And to answer your question I am from Lithuania, it can be a difficult accent for Americans to place." He seemed happy to speak about his home country so I questioned a bit more. About his childhood, when he moved to the US, what Lithuania was like. He answered them all as quickly as possible. I started to get the feeling maybe he wasn't as comfortable with it as he was trying to portray.

"Why don't we get back to you Agent Trew. " He gently redirects the conversation.

"Oh please call me Lydia."

"Of course Lydia, please tell me about your childhood, I couldn't help but to notice there was no paternal medical history filled out." I was surprised by his request, I wasn't sensitive about my fatherlessness, it was just sudden.

"My mom says he was a one night stand, met him at a bar. He liked cheap whisky and drove a blue pickup. None of that really fits into a parent medical history sheet." I say with a laugh trying to make light of what is normally an awkward conversation.

"Your mom raised you by herself? Strong woman, I can tell you must have been a handful as a child."

"Oh you have no idea I was a little monster. I was tearing up the house every other day and trying to bring home wild animals. I'm surprised my mom didn't sell me to the zoo." He seemed to get a bit of amusement out of the thought. We spoke very casually for a while about life, the weather, and hobbies.

He checked his watch and our hour was up. I was looking through my phone calendar for the best day to schedule another appointment while he gathered his notes.

"I am having a small dinner party tomorrow night. Jack and his wife were invited but they had to cancel. I'm afraid Will and I are hardly a party by ourselves but would you be interested in joining us for dinner at my home?" I had heard of his dinner parties before, though it was a bit unexpected.

"Oh Dr. Lecter I appreciate it but I'm a vegetarian. Will had told me how you enjoy your meat alot, which is great but I personally don't eat it. It's a texture issue not a moral one." I normally didn't feel the need to mention my dietary habits but he was kind enough to invite me. He was owed an explanation.

He smiled and licked his bottom lip slightly. It was like he was trying not to chuckle. He nodded understandingly.

"I am capable of making you a meatless meal, I won't force you to eat something you don't like."

"I couldn't put you out like that, making two separate meals is alot of work."

"I enjoy cooking, the challenge of making something delicious for you would be part of the fun for me. It is hardly a dinner party with just two people." He says

"Well how could I say no to trying some of your famous cooking? I'd be delighted to join you guys."

He seemed happy I agreed but he was always so hard to read, I just have to hope he was glad and didn't feel burdened. We said our goodbyes and I made another appointment for a few days away, he said the sooner the better so I was sure not to space the meetings out too far.

A dinner party sounded like a good time but also a bit intimidating. The last dinner party I went to was with my dolls as a little girl so dinner with such a formal man like Dr. Lecter sounded a little daunting. At least Will would be there, I knew he wasn't big into fancy stuff and wasn't the best in social situations so as long as I minded my manners better then he did I'd be fine.

Spark Notes:

♡Lydia is attacked so Jack asks her to start seeing Hannibal.

♡She is invited to have dinner at Hannibal's

♡It is learned she is fatherless, that she has trained herself to not have a southern accent because it was different to understand, and finally that she is a vegetarian.

#hannibal #will graham #yandere hannibal #nbc hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannigram #tw assault #jack crawford #beverly katz #dark fanfiction

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To My Taste

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Part 1: Small Potatoes

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Murder, mention of rape. For this part there is talk of bodies. It's nothing too gory if you can stomach the show this part should be fine.

All I could hear was the sound of my heels clanking against the linoleum floors of the office building. I was incredibly late. Jack would have my ass for it this time. It really wasn't my fault, I'm still not used to how heavy traffic can get downtown. As I reached the right floor I saw the team's heads bobbing above the cubicles so I slowed down and crouched. Maybe I can just blend in with the group and Jack won't notice that I came in late.

I sneak behind Price and Zeller to make my way over to Will. He normally didn't say anything when I was late. I stood up next to him as if I had been there the whole time. Beverly smirked at me from across the room. She tapped her watch and pointed down to the body.

It sounded callus but it hardly noticed her when I was on my mission to not be seen. Jack was speaking with a tall, well dressed man who must be Dr. Lecter. This was probably what saved me from being spotted when I entered. Will handed me the file.

"Foot got stuck in a storm drain again?" He whispered.

"No, I was caught in traffic." He let out the smallest chuckle. Jack looked over at the two of us with a raised eyebrow.

"Is something funny? We got a third dead girl in a month and we have nothing. I don't find it very funny, Will." Will lowered his head and scratched his nose. Clearly feeling a bit embarrassed. "And don't think I missed you coming in late again Lydia." He said as he pointed his finger at me.

"There was stop and go traffic, I'm really sorry."

"I don't care if the earth opens up and swallows the road. If you are late one more time your ass is out of here." He said as he put his glasses on to read something Zeller handed him.

"Yes sir." I say, it being my turn to look down at the floor now. After the tongue lashing I crouch down next to the body. Just like the ones before her she was in her early thirties, white, some shade of blonde, around 120 lbs and shorter than 5'5. She worked a white collar job pretty high up in her industry. And just like all the others she was stabbed, raped then murder. It was a little tough to stomach for me, this group has seen stuff that can only be described as the 10th circle of hell so a simple rape and murder serial killer was probably like a vacation.

I pulled on a pair of gloves and started looking around her body. My job was always simpler when it came to a serial killer like this. I was a victimologist so normally I'd be looking for what made the killer pick these victims in particular. The motive seemed simple enough, sexual sadist who has a type. Perhaps some past trauma with a blonde woman, probably an ex or a mother.

Beverly helped me move her to her side so I could see under.

"Kinda creepy huh?" Bev asked, looking at me in particular.

"Yeah bodies always give me the creeps, I don't want to meet the person who isn't creeped out by a corpse I guess." Stab marks could be seen on the linoleum under her. He was using a huge knife and must be really mad.

"No, I mean how much she looks like you." Bev says as someone comes over to take a picture of the stab marks. We set her back down and take off our gloves. She did look kinda like me but not enough to cause alarm or at least I thought.

"Bev she's literally just another strawberry blonde lady." I say dismissively.

"Will thinks so too." She says as she nudges him. He was doing that thing he does where he sweats and gets a 30-yard stare.

"Leave him alone, he's doing his Nancy Drew thing."

"I don't remember reading this part in Nancy Drew." Bev says as she motions to the body. I grin agreeing.

The whole time I felt eyes on me. At first I thought it was Jack, keeping a very close watch but he was yelling at Price for something. The feeling only got stronger as we cleaned up to leave. Eventually I turn around and see Dr. Lecter looking at me. Once I noticed him he started to walk over.

"Hello Agent Trew, I didn't have a chance to introduce myself formally. I'm Dr. Lecter." He says as he holds out his hand.

"Oh hi! Yeah I know who you are, Will and Jack mentioned you." I say as I take his hand to shake. He seemed so polite, so civil. I couldn't see why Will wasn't fond of him.

Will snapped out of his episode and walked over to us.

"Speak of the devil, hello Will. Are we still on for tomorrow?" Hannibal asks Will who looks a bit disheveled. He looked almost out of breath. Whatever he did must be hard on him.

"Yes. Excuse me." Will says as he squeezes between us to get to the exit.

"That's right, you are his therapist?" I ask finding it a little odd a therapist would see someone from the team he was also being a consultant on.

"Yes, Jack thinks I can help Will process his feelings towards the Job." Dr. Lecter explains as we walk down the stairs with the group.

"Well that's good, we all need someone to talk to I suppose. Will seems like a good guy. You guys get along?" I say probing for a little more info. It was a bad habit of mine, I could be so nosy.

"But of course, we have a good working relationship. Why wouldn't we get along?" He asked as he held the door open for the majority of the crew exiting the building. I stood at the other door taking his lead, opening the other swinging door.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry, I'm just trying to get a feel for everyone still." In truth I was getting a bit suspicious. Will was an odd guy sure but he didn't seem to outwardly dislike someone for no reason. Why on earth wouldn't he be friendly with Dr. Lecter who by all accounts seems perfectly charming.

"Of course no offense taken. You just started, correct?"

"Yes siree, got a laminated badge and everything. This is my first case ever actually." I say with an air of pride. I worked hard to get into college early. I have always known I wanted to be here even at a young age.

"Well I'm sorry you had to be christened with such a grizzly case." He said as we walked to the parking lot. I hadn't expected the conversation to last so long he was just so easy to talk to.

"Oh not at all, I have seen some old case files this group has solved. This is small potatoes, we just need one crack to break the whole dam on this case." The guy had an uncanny ability to leave no trace. He bleached the women's insides and panties post mortem to get rid of any DNA. He was a ghost but I had no doubt we'd get him.

He gave me a strange look. His face is so hard to read normally I can tell in an instant what someone is thinking but Dr. Lecter was unreadable.

"Small potatoes." He repeats back to me. It dawned on me how horrible that sounded.

"Oh my gosh, not that these women are- were small potatoes. That sounded bad. I just meant this isn't as gnarly as like what the Chesapeake Ripper does." I say practically stumbling over myself trying not to sound like a monster. He nods and gives me a soft grin.

"I understand what you mean. I just thought the expression was interesting." He seemed to get a small amount of amusement out of my desperate attempt not to not be perceived as some kind of weirdo.

I got in my car to go back to the headquarters with everyone else. I was so embarrassed I didn't even properly say goodbye to Dr. Lecter who seemed to have carpooled with Jack. As if Jack didn't have enough reason to fire me now I've gone and sounded like a total jerk to his favorite person.

Maybe Dr. Lecter wouldn't mention anything, he's foreign. There's a chance he just thought the saying was funny. I was sure I was overthinking it at this point. It was said and done, no taking it back so there is no reason to dwell on it still. If only that worked to tell yourself.

The rest of the day was full of theory building and chasing whatever small leads we had. So far this guy could be half the men in Virginia. Frankly we are not even sure if it's a man yet. All we know they are strong, strong enough to stab through a body hard enough to leave chips in the ground below. We have a bruise in the shape of a large hand around one's neck and another on a different girl's hips but aside from that we have nothing.

Jack was torn whether or not to alert the public. It's always a tough call; you could risk spooking the killer or agitating them. Unfortunately the media got hold of the story before it could be squashed. It was a shit show.

It was getting late and Will and I were staying behind to bounce some ideas off each other. Unfortunately my bad habit reared it's ugly head. I had to ask about him and the good doctor.

"So what's the deal with you and Dr. Lecter? You act like you can't stand the guy." I say as I tack some evidence to the board.

Will doesn't answer me at first, his nose buried in a file. "Will?"

"I don't get along with psychiatrists. I don't like to be psychoanalyzed." He says not looking up from the papers.

"Oh I see." He was an interesting one. Maybe he has a thing about psychiatrists like I do with dentists. Will didn't seem like the type to have an irrational hatred of someone for their career choice but I suppose I haven't known him for very long at all.

"You want the rest of my sandwich?" He asks, still not looking up from the file. It was a turkey and cheese cold sandwich from the vending machine. My upper lip curls in disgust but I didn't want to be rude.

"Oh no thank you I'm full." I say, still working on the board. Finally Will's eyes are pulled from his work to take in the site of the whole board. He shifts in his seat and gets an uneasy look on his face. He kept looking back to me then to the board.

"Beverly might have been right… You look like they belong on that board with them." I knew he didn't mean for that to sound so intimidating but it still made my skin crawl the way he spoke, his eyes grazing over me. He clicked his pen over and over as he thought.

"Do you know how many blondes are in this city? He's not even picky about the shade. We have a dishwater blonde, bottle blonde, strawberry blonde. Maybe he's a collector. He's not going to be looking for another strawberry blonde Will."

"It's more than hair though. Your faces, jobs, ages. You all could have been friends. All the victims grew up in Virginia, just like you right?" He asked as he stood up. His tone changed and I couldn't place what it reminded me of.

"Yeah in the southern part." I specify. He turned me by my shoulders to face him.

"You're what 5'3?"

"And a half." I say with a grin. He didn't return the favor. He was working at something. He took the pen and held it above his head like he was going to stab it down at me. I stood there letting him do his mime show. I would have thought it was funny if he didn't have such a dark look in his eyes.

"He stabbed the first victim before she was on the ground. All the others he took to the ground then stabbed." He was starting to sweat again. I leaned past him to check the board if he was correct but he pushed me back in place. It wasn't forceful per se, it was almost like he was setting a cup back on a table that had fallen off.

"Get on your back." It wasn't a request. I laughed at him.

"Will, I'm in $120 dry clean only, Pants from Anne Taylor. You have lost your damn mind if you think my ass is getting on that dirty floor." His face didn't change. He looked like he does when he zones out at crime scenes. I take a step back from him. There wasn't something quite right with how he was looking at me. Honestly I wasn't sure if he was even looking at me; it was like his eyes were looking right through me. "Will…" I said as I snapped in his face. The light came back on behind his eyes and he looked at me confused.

"What's wrong, I was reenacting the first murder. You have done a reenactment right?" He said softly as he swallowed hard, he wiped the sweat off his brow. His body language didn't match his calm voice.

"The reenactment is useless, you are nowhere near this guy's height." I said as I took the pen from his hand. I brushed it off. He was just an odd guy, who took his job very seriously as we all should in this line of work.

"Ouch, I'm above average I'll have you know." He says with a grin as he leans against the table. I was gathering up the files and organizing them for tomorrow.

"You live alone?" He asks as he hands me an envelope.

"Yep, just me and my love birds, Ricky and Lucy." He chuckles a bit.

"Why don't I drive you home. You can leave your car in the parking lot for the night. I'll pick you up in the morning. We could even grab breakfast." He suggests as he helps me carry the boxes of files to a cabinet. I roll my eyes and smirk.

"Oh is this a come on Agent Graham?" He laughed and held the door open for me as he made our way to the dark dank parking garage.

"No no nothing like that I promise. You just fit this guy's type so I want to make sure he doesn't get a 4th victim. The time between the murders is only getting shorter." He walked me to my car and opened the back door to make sure no one was hiding.

"I appreciate it Will I really do but I'm pretty sure he's a collector. He is not looking for another strawberry blonde. If he sticks to his accelerating timeline we have at least a day or two before starts his hunt again. I'll be fine." Will begrudgingly let me drive home alone.

My house was a small yellow one bedroom home I was renting from a sweet old lady who lived down the lane. It fitted my needs perfectly, I even had a view of a small lake from my bedroom window.

It was a warm night for September. I got in and opened my windows to save money on the power bill. My love birds were happy to see me. I fed them then myself. I hadn't had time to hook up my cable so I just watched them preen each other lovingly. I have always liked birds, my mother would tell me drunkenly about how birds are our dead loved ones watching over us. I hope that wasn't the case because I will often change in my living room.

They were very considerate birds and normally slept through the night so I never had to put a sheet over them. I filled their water before closing up the cage for the night. A nice cool bath sounded really good so I drew a bath for myself.

Beverly and Will had gotten to me a bit. I kept my service weapon on the edge of the tub while I bathed. Will has a seemingly supernatural connection with the killer's they hunt so maybe I should take more stock in his worries.

I finished my bath and wrapped myself in a towel. I was in my own head now and took my gun with me to close all my windows and make sure my door was locked. Once I was sure my home was as secure as it possibly could be I got changed. It was going to get unbearably hot tonight with the windows closed so I elected to wear underwear and a tank top. If I was sure the nice old landlady wouldn't let herself in if I didn't answer at the first knock, I would have just slept naked.

I laid my gun on the bedside table and tucked my phone under my pillow, a habit I kept from my college years. I got comfortable and found it surprisingly easy to sleep in the heat.

A sound from my living room woke me up. It was the sound of my love bird's cage rattling softly. It wasn't uncommon for them to have a small lovers quarrel in the middle of the night so I didn't bother checking on them. It wasn't till I heard one start to chirp that I sat up. They only sing in the morning or at a person. That's when it hit me. I got up and went to grab my gun to investigate. To my horror I couldn't find it. I knew I had put it arm's length away but it was gone without a trace.

My stomach sank as I heard a snapping sound just as the love song stopped.

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