Authors Notes: I was feeling kind of dark and violent listening to 'I Hate Everything About You' by Three Day's Grace and decided to be bad. :B
Enjoy the noncon!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannibal.
Not beta read.
01: The Chesapeake Ripper
"Will, please come in." Hannibal smiled, opening to door to allow his favorite patient into his office, it had been nearly a week since he'd last seen the Beta, their schedules unable to agree thanks to work and Hannibal's desperate need to restock his freezer. Though he had been able to enjoy one phone call late one evening, laced with panic and frustration, it simply wasn't the same as witnessing the array of raw emotions depicted in his every movement.
"Thank you," Will didn't meet his eyes, ducking his head as he entered the room. Hannibal didn't mind that though, Will could see too much when he looked into a man's eyes, and there were secrets he wasn't ready to have stolen just yet.
Settling into his preferred seat Hannibal watched as Will wandered around the office, filled with too much anxious energy to sit down. He stood in front of Hannibal's library, reading the tittles of books and he shifted from one foot to the other. Hannibal already knew what they would be discussing that day; he'd left another body for the FBI to find only the night before, placed with care in the middle of a public park. They had been a socialite, once who incapable of holding their tongue during a viewing of La Traviata. As he had ruined one show of Art for Hannibal he had turned them into another, the man now a flesh and blood replica of Wound Man. "You seem anxious, is there anything you'd like to discuss?"
"Nothing outside of the usual," He told the bookshelf, wandering further along the bindings towards a statue of a stag Hannibal had placed on a pedestal, his fingers dancing over pewter antlers to settle over a point. Hannibal wished he could crawl into his mind at moments like this to see what twisted things wondered through those halls, what plays of death were being re-enacted when he stood so still.
"Another murder?" he asked in the same professional manner he treated all his patients with, keeping all the edges of his person suit perfectly in place as he feigned the hint of question to his voice.
Will sighed, scrubbing his face with a tired hand. "It's the Ripper again." He turned from the bookcase, walking on exhausted feet back toward the psychiatrist. "He's making duplicates of the Wound Man." Will didn't elaborate on the subject of many medical textbooks; he knew that Hannibal would be versed with the picture thanks to his background in surgery.
"And Jack?" He asked, already knowing the other Alpha would be tormenting Will to give him a new clue to who the Ripper was. Clues and did not and would not exist; he'd been playing the game longer than any of them.
"He's riding me," Will confirmed, "He wants me to take information that isn't there and give him answers I don't have." Putting his back to the statue Will made his way back toward Hannibal, ready to take his usual seat across from the Doctor. But he was so tired; sleep having evaded him for nearly three nights now and his footing was off. With an undignified grunt Will tumbled to the ground, the hand he'd reached out to catch himself on the desk sliding across paper and taking a number of the thin white sheets down with him.
"Sorry." Will apologized, quickly gathering the pages into an untidy pile to try and fix whatever damage had been done.
"Its fine Will, are you alright?" The Alpha asked, slipping off his shoes and sliding his hand inside his chair to wrap strong fingers around cool ceramic even as the usually anxious tinted scent of Will spiked sour with fear. He'd seen what paper had slid on top of the pile even before the Beta had, now there nothing Will could do that would be able to fix that mistake.
An icy sweat prickled along his skin as Will tried to digest what he was seeing on top of the desk, the slew of papers having ended with a sketch on top. It was a perfect replica of the Wound Man they had been speaking of before, the image drawn with the same surgical precision as what had been given to the man murdered that way.
What made Will's blood turn to ice was the face of recently deceased Ryan McDonald staring back at him, the Rippers latest victim. "Not really." he replied, reaching for his gun even as an arm wrapped around his throat. The Alpha had moved so silently he hadn't known he'd risen from his seat until he was upon him.
Will gasped, trying to wrench free the arm that meant to choke him, digging blunt nails into skin as he pulled. Fighting for air Will almost missed the glint of a blade diving for his stomach, he released the arm with one hand, the pressure on his neck increasing instantly, to quickly grab the hand meaning to gut him.
His every instinct was telling him to beg, to spread himself before the Alpha on hands and knees and appease him. It was something Will imagined all Omega's did before being brutally murdered by their Alpha's.
He tried to throw the Alpha off balance, kicking his feet to throw them both back, but Hannibal was stronger then him, feed on a diet of good healthy food, regular sleep and exercise; The predator shifted his footing to accommodate the struggle with an expertise that only came with practice, tightening his hold to lift Will further from the ground, forcing the empath to balance on his toes if he didn't want to break is neck in the struggle.
He whimpered, an instinct of his gender coming through in the chaos, pushing against the hand that inched closer to his stomach with every passing second, desperately wishing he'd taken better care of his body now that his life depended on a strength he didn't possess.
"No!" He choked, feeling the tip of the blade reach into his stomach, pushing through the meat of his belly like a steak.
Blood bloomed through the cotton of his shirt as Will pulled with everything he had left in him, trying to prevent the blade from sinking any further into his body, the other clawing desperately at the arm around his throat in a battle for air. Will knew he was fighting a losing battle; despite his desperation he could already see his own death playing over and over within his mind, the knifes blade pulling a long and bloody tear in his belly and Hannibal holding him up long enough to let him watch his organs spill onto the carpet before darkness finally claimed him.
And yet, the final act didn't come. The skin of his stomach was broken with an inch of blade buried deep inside, but that was it, the Doctor had frozen in his ministrations to scent the air instead of finishing off his prey. Will listened to the deranged psychiatrist as he pulled in several deep breaths, it was enough to make his blood run cold, Will suddenly realizing what it was he was scenting.
Releasing the bloodied knife hand Will turned all his efforts to pulling desperately at the arm of iron wrapped under his chin and around his throat. He needed to escape, now and fast, already recognizing that death would be better than what Hannibal had planned for him next.
A smile like a knifes edge sliced Hannibal's face as he pulled the blade free of Will's flesh bringing it up next to the empaths face to better scent it, making Will cry out as more pain flooded his body.
Hannibal's broad tongue slid along the knives flat to taste the splash of ruby there. "You're an Omega." Were the quiet words that finally came, piercing the air like an arrow. They sounded like a threat the way Hannibal purred, his grip suddenly tightening around the empath's throat, choking the young detective. "An Omega," He said again, excitement growing in his voice as all interest was suddenly lost in the knife.
He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to Will's temple, only frightening him more as darkness began to flood his vision. Will struggled to breath, clawing desperately at the arms that held him, kicking and twisting with every ounce of strength still remaining in him until at last all sight faded into darkness, his body falling still and quiet as consciousness left him, accompanied by the soothing hushes of the Chessapeak Ripper in his ear.