My Aphrodite Chapter 1, a hannibal fanfic

Chapter 1: Meeting

***Hannibal P.o.V***

"Hannibal, Hannibal."

I break my gaze from the enchanting opera singer and the group of people surrounding her, to see Miss. Elizabeth O'Connor bouncing her way towards me. Her hair flying in all directions and her pink puffed ruffle dress bouncing side to side. I force a smile as she comes closer and fully turn towards her.

"Hello Miss. O'Connor, how good to see you."

She lets out a slight giggle and the trace of a slight blush appears on the top of her cheeks. "Oh Hannibal, if only I was single,-" she puts her hand to her face and breathes a sigh "-anyway, I haven't come to faun over you Hannibal, I have important business with you."

To keep my character intact I let out a chuckle, "I would hope not Miss. O'Connor, what would your husband think."

She let out a humorless laugh "Most likely take another mistress, but as long as...uh no you are distracting me you bad man, I have someone I want you to meet." At her last words she was aglow with mischief.

"Playing Cupid Miss. O'Connor."

"I dare say I am, think of me as match maker extraordinaire, she is a psychiatrist, she is absolutely gorgeous and she loves the finer things in life just like you."

I let out a sigh, remembering all the other women that she had introduced to me, all acting well under there age and looking for another man to dive into his pockets.

"Now Miss. O'Connor-"

"Oh there she is, Madeline, Madeline dear over here, I want to introduce you to someone."

Dreading what was to come, I look in the direction Miss. O'Connor is calling, expecting to see a women with to much makeup, heels that she cant walk in and a dress so short it would make a crud man blush. But instead I get a great surprise, this women isn't anything like the others, she couldn't even be put on the same level as the other women.

She held herself with so much grace and stature that if she told you she was a queen you would believe her. She wore a white dress that hugged her body, white heels peeking out from under her dress, her jet black hair pulled back with a diamond pin holding it in place, a diamond choker necklace that makes your eyes lingerer on her neck and bare shoulders, and with very little makeup. She was on one word, stunning.

"Elizabeth must you make me run about the hall as if I'm running a marathon, give me a moment to rest."

Now standing next to use, I see her light pale green eyes and tanned skin, I take her all in. Just her mere presences makes m you feel as if you should bow your head in respect...interesting.

"Oh hush your young you'll be fin, now Hannibal I would like you to meet MRS. Madeline Archer, Madeline this is Dr. Hannibal Lecture."

She turns and smiles, "Nice to meet you Dr. Lecture."

"And you Mrs. Archer."

We lap into a slightly uncomfortable silence, Miss. O'Connor shifting her gave from myself to Mrs. Archer. She looked as if she was waiting for something amazing to happen, but we continued our silence, she starts to look defeated, like her plan had failed. She lets out a heavy sigh as if to signal her surrender. "Will..i have other people to look for, Madeline why don't stay here and...converse, I will be calling you shortly."

As Miss. O'Connor walks away and Madeline turns away from me slightly, and I jumped to look at what was taking place, was she already walking away without a word.

Only to see her take a glass of white wine from a passing waiter.

"So Dr. Lecture are you married."

I was slightly taken back by her statement, "Do you believe that Miss. O'Connor would try in her words match you with someone that is married."

She let out a soft chuckle, pulling her smile to one side of her face, giving her a look of mischief. "The last two men she has tried to matching me with have been married, one for nineteen years with a seventeen year old daughter. But he did meet her standers in reactions to me."

As she spoke she was looking over the crowed, never once in my direction, as if she where telling me to fight for her attention, say or do something worthy of earning her gaze.

"And what reaction would that be Mrs. Archer."

I turn so that I am slightly in front of her, she catches my movement and turns her eyes to me and just looks as if she is gazing into my very soul, her presence is once again overwhelming. She smiles and moves an inch closer to me, never breaking eye contact.

"Oh you know, a reaction such as him taking any chance to be close to me, boasting about his incredible wealth and stature to impress me, when it really doesn't. And just the over all look that he is ready to fall to his knees in front of me and do whatever I say no matter how outrageous it may be."

I cant help but smile at her statement, and cant help but agree when I slightly glance around the room and see the number of men with envious looks on there faces, as if I have stolen something from them. Yes what she says is true, every man gazing upon her would do anything to have her within their reach. "I'm sorry to disappoint Mrs. Archer, although you are a very beautiful women it is not in my nature to act in such a manner."

" Madeline, Madeline come I have some people I would like you to meet."

We both turn to see Miss. O'Connor surrounded by a bunch of men, older and young, all waiting for the beauty across the room. Mrs. Archer smiles and turns to me with the smile still on her face.

"And that Dr. Lecture is the reason I find you so very interesting-" she takes a sip of her wine and begins to walk away, but not before she turns back to me "- until we meet again Dr. Lecture."

"Mrs. Archer."

I watch as she makes her way to the huddle of men surrounding Miss. O'Connor, seeing them puff up at her approach and I cant help but wonder if I have the same look as many other men in the hall. The look of envy at her being stolen away.

After some hours of watching her discretely, I see her heading for the door. I make my way out a side door and move quickly to my car. I have the perfect view to watch her waiting for her car to be brought around. Even without speaking or any movement at all, she still has the power to draw the attention of any man, or perhaps just the people around her, to try and steal a moment of her time.

Like the current man standing next to her trying so hard to gain more then a one word answer from her. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, realizing that the harder someone tried to gain her attention the less she gave. She is a very interesting women.

As she got in her car to leave I started mine and followed after her. After a while she pulls into a two story house, just like her it is quit elegant. A balcony above her door, window pots full of flowers, and a pathway covered on both sides with will taken care of flowers.

As she disappears into her house, I get out of the car and find my way in as well. I found myself walking in through the back yard, up to a pair of french doors that lead into her living room. Gray couches with lots of pillows and blankets, a low gray wood table with lots of candles, and a low chandler. But what really catches my eye is the wedding picture hanging over the coach, as I take a closer look at it, I concluded them to be Mrs. Archer parents.

I slowly make my way to the staircase where I hear music playing, I glance up to make sure she isn't coming down the stairs, once I'm sure she isn't I quickly and quietly make my way up.

I make my way down the hall to the only room with a sliver of light, I peak through the door only to see it empty, I slip into the room and glance into her bathroom to see her changing, I back away and quickly make my way into her closest.

I'm safely in her closet as she makes her way into the room, I feel my pants tightening at the sight of her, Her long black hair is loose and wet over her shoulders and back, her lace nightgown hanging loosely on her body but tight on her lushes chest, I can see her black lace thong through her gown. She seats herself at her vanity and throws her hair over her shoulder as she changes her music.

My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola

My eyes are wide like cherry pies

I got sweet taste for men who're older

its always been so its no surprise

As the song plays she starts to rub cream on her arms and massages it in. She rubs her feet up to her knee, she grabs a different cream and starts to rub the top of her thigh.

Ah he's in the sky with diamonds

And its making me crazy

All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby

She moves her hands to her sides rubbing in big circles, she moves her head to the side, her hair softly swaying with her movement. She makes her way to her inner thighs, I can no longer see her hands, all I can do is imagine what they are doing, as she moves her hands she closes her eyes and moves her head slightly back.

We made it out to the other side

Come on Come on come on come on come on baby

Woah ah yeah

I slip out of the closet, and slowly make my way towards her. When I'm a couple of feet away from her, she moves her head forward and looks at herself in the mirror, she sees me behind her.

She jumps to her feet and spins around, I lunge at her wrapping my hands around her throat and squeezing. I look into her eyes expecting to see terror, but instead I see her smiling at me. I just look at her utterly confused, she should be terrified knowing that I'm about to kill her. Then I feel it, something poking me in the stomach. I look down to see the barrel of a small but powerful hand gun in her hand, I look back up at her , she smiles and breathes out, "Let go Dr. Lecture and sit down please."

I release her and move back towards the bed and sit down with her still pointing her gun at me. As I sit and watch her she rubs her neck and smiles at me, "You have quite the grip Dr. Lecture -" she makes her way over to her closet and pulls out a silk robe, "-I knew I should have worn a different nightgown, I knew you would come here but I didn't think you would today, I thought you where the type that stalks their prey."

She slips the robe on and loosely ties it, and sits on her vanity chair.

"And what would you be talking about Mrs. Archer."

She giggles and leans towards me, "Ohhh Hannibal please don't take me for a fool, we both know why you came here Hannibal, to kill me-" she sets the gun down on the table and makes her way towards me. She leans down to my level, smiling as she runs her hand across my jaw, "- but my question is, What for."

I just look at her, I assume she realizes that I'm not going to answer, "Come on Hannibal you can tell me -" she slightly runs her lips over mine and makes her way to my earlobe lightly biting down on it, I react by shoving my hands into her robe and hold her hips in a tight grip, she whispers in my ear sending shivers down my spine, "- you tell me your secret, I'll show you mine."

She pulls away from my face looking down at me, her hands holding either side of my face.

Secret.

What secret, what could this women be hiding.

Curiosity go the best of me, "I enjoy the finest of foods, the best quality -" she raises an eyebrow at me, "- and some of those meats can only come from the human body."

A huge smile grows across her face, "Follow me Hannibal." She pulls away from me and makes her way out the door, I follow. We make our way into the kitchen and she opens the fridge and pulls out a plastic bag, and places it in front of me. "Tell me Hannibal, what this is."

I look at her for a moment then lift the plastic bay up and look at is and recognizing it instantly, A human heart, I look at her and she smiles, she steps closer to me.

"There are others who enjoy the finest meat as will Hannibal. You just need to know how to recognize it in others."

She leans up and places a kiss on my cheek, she pulls away and makes her way to the satires, "I trust you can show yourself out."

I nod my head making my way to the back door, I hear her call out 'Goodnight' and hear her music as I close the door letting a woman after my own heart slip deeper into her home.

Come on come on come on baby

Woah ah

My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola

Oooh...ah

My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola

Oooh...

My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola

Oooh...woah...yeah