A/N: I just finished Hannibal and I absolutly loved it. This prompt came into my head and I wrote it down. It isn't completly in character, but I like it. Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Hannibal. I only own Lilly, her family, Mr Jackson, Mr Marolyn and Mr Lainy.

Chapter 1 - This is a first

She cursed underneath her breath as the wind nearly blew her onto the road. A car honked loudly as it swerved to miss her. Another car slowed down, it was a black car. One that rich people drove, probably a Bentley of some sort. She raised her hand to show that she was okay and the driver took off again.

Stupid school. Stupid homework. Stupid Mr. Jackson, with his stupid tests. Fuck all of this. Thunder rumbled in the far distance, she knew that in a couple of minutes the rain would catch up with her. There was no way in hell she'd get home dry.

Suddenly a huge building doomed up in front of her. Her high school. The buildings she spend most of her teenage life in. God, how she hated that place. Shoving her bike into the bike stand she made her way up the stairs and threw open the doors. No one else was inside, the lights were off and she was all alone. Her shoes made a loud squeaking sound she walked towards her German class.

The girl used the keys of her teacher to open the door of the closet. Mr. Jackson was her next door neighbour and her German teacher. He had forgotten the tests of that day in his desk and payed her quite a bit of money to go fetch it. His car had broken down and he only had a bike and apparently no time to spare. Not that she had any, with all that bloody homework she had.

But her family and she were scrap with cash and everything helped. Not to forget the leverage he had on her. She shivered when she thought about it. She shook her head and started to look for the paper when suddenly a loud bang disturbed her. She had closed the doors behind her right? And there was no way that the wind had blown them open. Quickly she grabbed the tests and left the classroom, she was just about to head back for the door when she saw a figure.

A tall man stood in the door way. He was wearing a well-fitting, blue suit, but it seemed to shine slightly. Only the suit wasn't shinning, it was the plastic he was wearing over it. "What the?" As if the universe had a sense of dramatic flair, a flash of lighting lighted up the sky. Suddenly she could see the man a lot better. He had short brown hair that had been styled backwards, he was smiling. No not smiling. Grinning, yes that was the word, grinning. He was grinning as if he knew something she didn't. His eyes were the first thing that terrified her, that really scared her. They were a dark brown and they were cold. It was as if she was staring into the face of a shark. Something in the corner of her eye glinted, she looked at the man's hand. A knife.

"I was just wondering if you were okay." His voice had a thick accent, one she couldn't place, but it made her stomach dropped.

She turned and ran.

A loud and deep laugh filled the hallway, quickly joined by the sound of running feet. I know the building better than him, I have the advantage, I just need to get outside, she thought desperately. Dropping the test, she shoved her hands into her pockets, trying to find the keys of the school.

Shit. No. Fuck. No, no, no, no, no! She'd left the keys in the room, on the desk. She couldn't open any doors. She slammed into the door at the end of the hallway, maybe just maybe it would open. No such luck. "Calm down, sweetheart. Don't hurt yourself." He was so close, his voice came from directly behind her. She had only one option. She had to try and circle back to the door she had used to enter the building.

She turned to her right and raced up the stairs, nearly slipping at the top. "Oh come on dearie, you can't run." Like hell she couldn't. She didn't have such a great condition, but the adrenalin kept her going. She had reached the end of the corridor and started down the stairs again, on her way to the exit. She had to get out. She had to get out. She wouldn't die. Especially not here.

That was when another flash of lighting hit the flag post of her school. She jumped in surprise at the sound and made a mistake. She looked to her side, outside of the window, towards the flag post. For just a second she didn't pay attention to where she was going, a second too much. The girl missed the top stair and slipped. She fell down the stairs with extreme force, hitting the side of her head against the wall and in a second she was on the bottom of the stairs.

She attempted to get up as fast as she could, but her ankle gave way. When she looked down she could see that her foot didn't look normal, it was in the wrong angle. She had to get up. Grabbing the rail she pulled herself up and ran away. She just had to get through the doors.

"Stop running. It is useless." The man's voice was calm and collected, he wasn't running anymore. He knew he didn't have to. Blood was trickling down the side of her head, she couldn't focus anymore. The doors were still so far away. She wasn't going to make it.

Taking a deep breath she stopped and turned around, facing her attacker.

This seemed to surprise him. He cocked his head curiously and moved closer. She had to keep her hand on the wall to keep her standing, and held her ground. The man moved slowly towards her, almost stalking her. Like a lion sneaking up on its prey. Every fibre in her body told her to run, to get away. When her prosecutor stopped, he stopped centimetres in front of toward above her and smiled slightly.

"This is a first."

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