'We can go wherever we want 'cause we're free
Yeah, we're free
We can do whatever we want 'cause we're born young and free
We're born young and free'
Marmozets, Born young and free.

The sky was mysterious and inky as Hannibal drove through Wolf Trap, he hated Wolf Trap it was in the middle of nowhere and he needed to refrigerate the kidneys and select cuts he had just removed from his now former patient; Oswald Roderick. Roderick had missed three appointments and the doctor thought it rude not to check on him. Roderick had however, decided that he was no longer going to see Hannibal and had proceeded to be rather rude to the good doctor. Hannibal couldn't allow such rudeness, hence the slowly cooling organs in the back of the Bentley.

Hannibal was actually pleased to get rid of the annoying patient, and to have fresh meat for dinner. His headlights illuminated the road, the only light other than the moon for miles. The doctor preferred driving at night, it gave him a sense of peace and solitary, far more calming than the rush the day held. That was, of course, until he saw the figure but too late. A pitch black shadow darted out from the tree line and right in front of the Bentley, that promptly smashed into it knocking the shadow to the grown. Wonderful! Hannibal thought. If this car is damaged I will kill whoever ran out. Hannibal stepped out of the car, his breath turning to mist. All the warmth that had been in the vehicle was replaced by ice-cold night air. The doctor walked around to the front of his beloved Bentley suddenly thankful that he was in the middle of nowhere. Hannibal stopped dead, there in the middle of the road was a small terrified teenager...a small terrified teenage Omega. The Omega was covered in scars, some old some new, there were even some bite marks.

He couldn't help but pity the boy as his Alpha DNA kicked in, forcing him to protect and care. Hannibal walked with purpose to the back of his car and opened the trunk. He knew the Omega would not move, the proverbial deer in headlights made literal. When he returned it was with a big red wool blanket, despite the teenager shuffling Hannibal managed to wrap him in the soft fabric. The Omega's skin was like ice as he picked him up. The figure struggled but it was pointless, Hannibal was too strong and there was no way in hell that the boy could disobey a pure Alpha.

The Psychiatrist settled the teenager in the back of the Bentley and resumed his original position in the driver's seat. He could see the petrify look from the Omega in his rearview mirror, What happened to him? Hannibal asked himself. How could anyone treat an Omega like this? How? One thing was for sure Hannibal would find out if it was the last thing he did. The teen didn't speak as he drove, still an hour from his home, he just shivered and clung to the blanket. Terrified.

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Hannibal pulled up to the house an hour after finding the Omega and he still hadn't spoken, to be honest Hannibal wasn't surprised. He silenced the engine and made his way to open the back passenger door, retrieving a scared blanket wrapped Omega. With ease Doctor Lecter carried him up the stairs and into one of his spare bedrooms, setting him on the bed. Hannibal pointed to a large oak door and said.

"You can shower and I will get you some clothes."

His voice was filled with as much of a calming tone as he could muster. Hannibal practically fled the room thanks to the mass of pheromones the Omega was releasing and because he didn't want to scare him more than he already had.

The Omega stepped into the shower, warm water cascading over his bruises and soothing some of the pain he felt. His feet bled from running through the woods and most of his right side had grazed on the road when he was hit, blood and soil flooded over the white tiles. He couldn't bring himself to think, he knew that if he did he would remember the pain. The Omega wanted to cry but his tears had dried up so many years ago when he was a child. He didn't know how long he was allowed to be in the shower and so quickly stepped out as soon as the mud and blood had washed off then wrapped a towel around his waist. The Omega walked back into the bedroom and froze seeing Hannibal. No please not again, please don't hurt me, please. Please. He looked down seeing the folded clothes in Hannibal's hand and suddenly felt ashamed, this Alpha wasn't going to rape or hurt him, he had just brought him some clothes like he said he would. Hannibal set the clothes down on the dark blue bed and spoke.

"When you are dressed you should come downstairs, I will have something ready for you to eat." Hannibal looked the Omega over and decided that he probably hadn't been fed in days. He could do nothing but nod to the Alpha but Hannibal seemed happy with that as he left the room leaving him to dress.

Moments later the teen tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen, not wanting to keep the Alpha waiting. He was hit with a wonderful wall of cooking food. Hannibal was making ham Omelets, the ham wasn't ham but the Omega didn't need to know that. Hannibal thought something simple was the way to go if he hadn't eaten, he didn't want to overload his stomach. The two settled down and Hannibal was pleased to see the Omega eat. Clearly the teen had spirit.

"Let's start easy." Hannibal informed as the Omega ate his omelet. "How about your name? My name is Hannibal, and you are?" Hannibal placed a hand on his chest as he spoke. The teen looked nervous at the doctor's words but built up his courage and answered.

"Will." His voice was timid and traumatized.

"It's nice to meet you William." Will didn't respond and normally Hannibal would have found that rude but with the state Will was in he let it go and tried something else. "What were you running from Will?" Silence hung thick in the air, Hannibal could practically feel Will shaking and was actually surprised when Will spoke.

"The...House."

"What house, Will?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow.

"Just...The House." Hannibal knew he was pushing the Omega but he had to keep going.

"Could you tell me about The House?" Doctor Lecter smiled softly. "Please, Will." Will took a deep breath and stuttered out.

"When I...when I was young they...took me. Locked me in a room...gave me...gave me tablets. Men, Alpha's would...would...would ra..."

"Rape you." Hannibal supplied and Will could only nod. "Were these pills round and purple?" Will nodded again and Hannibal recognised them as bond suppressants, shameful.

"Master said...be...be good and they won't hurt me but they always did." Hannibal felt his heart twinge.

"Master?" Will didn't speak and Hannibal wasn't going to force him he had said enough for now. Tears poured down Will's face. Lecter was angry but kept his face carved in stone.

"Why don't you go upstairs and get some sleep?" Will looked up. "It's alright, go on." Hannibal pointed to the stairs.

"Thank...thank you." An honest smile pulled itself onto Hannibal's face and without another word being uttered Will slowly walked back up the stairs.