I do not own Hannibal. I only own Danielle.
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"You will be the perfect angel, my angel," a man's voice echoed in my ears as I struggled to wake up, but something was keeping me suspended between consciousness and unconsciousness. "Come forth my angel," the man shouted and fire engulfed me as a dark laughter filled the room.
The flames licked through my entire body and a giant amount of pain coursed through my back before something burst from my flesh. Whatever was now on my back was so heavy that I felt my body crushed into the floor even more than before. The dark laughter was now followed by a growl.
"You are mine," a new deep masculine voice purred in my ears before everything else faded away.
I slowly opened my eyes and struggled to push myself off the ground. My back was killing me and I wanted to scream at the pain lancing through me every time I moved my back or arms. I could barely hear the earlier male voice screaming in joy about how his angel was now here and how his plan worked. His voice started to grate on my ears and I looked over at him. He was smiling at me in almost childish glee.
"You're beautiful," he whispered before holding up a symbol. "And you're mine," he whispered, tracing the symbol and I really did scream when hot pain shot through my mind and everything went white. "You'll always watch over me while I sleep," the man continued as the pain began to dim. "Now get up and follow me," he ordered and I struggled to do so.
When he turned away from me, I stood up and took a moment to assess what had happened to me. I was a 25 year old woman who had been working at the local animal hospital, but after I left work I was kidnapped by somebody. I had not seen his face until now, but he had went on and on about how I would be the perfect angel. My teeth were beginning to ache, my eyes were irritated, and my fingers were swelling slightly as I watched my nails becoming darker and longer. I looked behind me as much as I could and gasped when I noticed my brown hair was now dark red almost like blood, and the things protruding out of my back were black bat wings.
"I'm not an angel, I'm a demon," I whispered as I watched black and red markings appearing all over my body, which unfortunately was naked. I tried to think about attacking the man walking in front of me, but as soon as I did, more pain attacked my body and mind. "I'm stuck," I whispered and knelt down at the edge of the man's bed and spread my wings as he ordered by using the talisman or whatever it was to command me.
"You will not be here long, Danielle. You will be free to cause chaos and death soon, which is what you are meant to do," the same deep voice from the ritual or ceremony to change me spoke in my mind.
"Who are you?" I thought and shivered at the chuckle I received in return.
"You already know the answer to that," the voice told me before disappearing from my mind. It was almost as if his dark presence left me as well, but soon enough my own thoughts and anger absorbed me. The pain and seeing white kept me from using my new fully grown claws and fangs from ripping out the sleeping man's throat in front of me.
"You've turned me into a monster," I snarled to his sleeping figure. "You better hope you never lose that talisman," I growled.
Weeks passed as I was the slave to this man. All he asked me to do was sleep at the foot of his bed with my wings spread, but he had turned me into a demon. Every day I would hear more twisted words from the devil in my ear, and his words were more pleasant every time we talked. The man would not stay every night in his home, but him having the talisman kept me in his home. I barely ate nowadays but i didn't crave normal food. My taste was becoming more and more bloodthirsty and carnivorous. However, I would not touch any of the animal meat in the fridge. The smell of it only turned my stomach. Thankfully, I was surviving and not changing every day that I did not eat.
On the days when my kidnapper was not there, I practiced making my wings, claws, and fangs disappear. My eyes, which had turned red, would dim to a maroon color when I made my other demonic features disappear. The wings were the worst to put back in my back, but after weeks of practice, I was used to the pain. My hair remained dark red even though my other features were gone from sight.
"He's been gone for days, can he die already?" I grumbled as I rested on the couch in the living room with the shackles on my hands. They also had the commanding symbol on them so I was unable to break free. I also had a pair on my ankles, which were connected to another chain that was attached to a post in the center of the living room. It was long enough to allow me to go in the kitchen, living room, and bathroom. However, I was not able to touch the front door because it had another symbol on it.
My body tensed as I heard a car door shut and soon multiple car doors shut and footsteps quickly approached the house. The footsteps sounded like heavy leather boots. I smirked as I heard the police yelling for someone to open the door. My smirk disappeared when the door was broken down and I screamed for help.
"There's somebody in here," I heard a cop yell before multiple cops rushed in with their guns. "Oh god, she's alive, get the paramedics in here," he yelled as he rushed over and gasped at the sight of me chained up on the couch. "We're here to help you, miss. What's your name?' the cop asked me gently so as not to scare me, even though I was acting like a whimpering and frightened mess.
"I'm Danielle, he kidnapped me and said I was his angel. I thought he was going to kill me," I whimpered and immediately began thanking the officer as he started to pick the locks off my wrists, and another officer picked the locks off my ankles.
"She's lucky to be alive, call the FBI, they'll probably want to know about her," one of the other officers ordered as I was helped off the couch and walked towards the ambulance, which was parked outside. I had heard it drive up only seconds ago. "They'll need to take her to the FBI headquarters after they've checked her," I heard the guy say again and I mentally cursed.
