Declaimer: I do not own any of the characters on "Hannibal", but I did dream up the story
Chapter 1:
Abigail's POV:
The last thing I can honestly remember was horror. Pure, petrifying horror. It was even worse than when my own father tried to kill me…because I knew there was no chance this time.
I couldn't scream…
I couldn't even run…
I was totally crippled with fear…
Like a doe, cornered by a pack of wolves.
But this was no pack of wolves…
This was just one wolf.
In sheep's clothing so real, it fooled everyone.
Me, especially.
Lecter had me pinned in his arms right there in his kitchen.
It front of poor Will, who was profusely bleeding from his gut.
I never even got a chance to hug him.
All because I trusted Lecter and offered him my hand…
I honestly thought he'd let me live…
Lector's grip on my throat overpowered me at every angle of my body. I knew what was about to happen. I was so stupid!
But it was the burn and shock of realization of what a fool I had been that made me hurt the most. The burn of adrenaline that spiked like foot-long needles from my heart into my fingertips. The adrenaline that pumped in vain…
Piercing.
Burning.
The tears stung my eyes as I felt the pain so sharp and intense, I coughed and gagged at the same time as my red, red life blood sprayed out of the slice he left.
I struggled to breath, knowing I was going to die….
If only..
But I guess that is what I deserved for what I did to Nicholas Boyle.
To All of those girls…
To Dr. Bloom.
I never wanted to hurt her. But I knew that Lecter would catch her. And what he'd do to her would have been much worse. Maybe, I thought in my stupid, terrified reasoning, it was also the only way she could narrowly escape…
Through the glass window…
Two stories down…
Onto the cement porch.
…If it had to be through death that she'd escape. It would probably be better.
I could never stop feeling horrible about it, though.
I was only vaguely aware of words exchanged between Lecter and Will, and Will crawling toward me attempt to apply pressure on my neck. But he was too weak. I think we both knew it was useless.
I regret letting my father near those girls so that I could stay alive just a little longer.
I regret killing Nicholas, even if it was it was a panicky, poor excuse for self-defense.
I regret pushing Dr. Bloom out of the window. I really liked her. I also regret having to listen to her and Lecter make love through the vents, knowing he was only using her…
I regret letting Lecter keep me. I knew, and he knew, that this was just another repeat of my trying to survive my father-it made it all too easy for him.
But most of all, I think I regret not trying to get closer to Will. The only man who really could trust in the end.
Will…
He was the last thought in my mind before caulk whiteness overtook my consciousness. I thought I heard yells somewhere far away too..
I was not a strong believer in God. Maybe not as one as I should have been. Maybe if I was, I never would have been as responsible for leading those girls to their deaths.
I probably would have died a lot sooner, and gone to Heaven…maybe…
I don't know what I was expecting to happen after I die.
I was probably expecting punishment.
Hell, maybe. Having to face the lost souls of those girls, or worse…
My father.
Or the Devil.
I was probably even expecting a walk through the course of my life and a review of all my sins…
All I know is that I was not expecting this.
It seems that even afterlife is just as complicated as life.
And this is my story.
*Author's note: Given the twisting around of the second season (especially that awful, heartbreaking finale) I am changing the story a little, moving some characters around here and there, but still sticking with the original plot plan-I think it will work. We'll see…