Contemplation
After a fund raiser Hannibal finds himself in a peculiar situation.
I own NOTHING…. Sadly
con·tem·plate
look at attentively and thoughtfully
2. To consider carefully and at length; meditate on or ponder
3. To have in mind as an intention or possibility
ponder; meditate.
Sitting in his chair and drinking a glass of Red wine he stopped and contemplated his unconscious choice: A Tardieu-
Laurent Hermitage from 2010. It had a Captivating bouquet combining blackberry and blueberry liqueur, mocha, bitter
chocolate and pipe tobacco, plus an Exotic suggestion of incense. Compellingly rich and expansive, with vibrant black and
blue fruit flavors and a strong floral quality. The smoky, spicy, very long finish features suave tannins and lingering
florality, it was Lush but nicely defined, it revealed a deep color of bright purple as well as abundant concentration,
structure and power. It reminded him of Her.
But now that the week had come to an end he smiled and drank his wine coming to the conclusion that the world was a
much more interesting place now that he discovered that a little minx like that was in it. The possibility's where quite
endless.
Monday
- I understand your urgency Jake but one must stop to gather ones thoughts every once in a wail as to prevent tunnel
vision. – Said Dr. Hannibal Lector to Special Agent Jack Crawford. Luging behind them was the genius profiler Will
Graham.
- I still haven't found out what we are doing here. I thought this was about a case… - Interjected Will. – So why are we in
the F.B.I training grounds?
- Look… as strange as this might seem, you need to trust me on this. If anyone asks we're evaluating them to call one or
two them in on the Chesapeake Ripper hunt.
- Obviously that is not the case. - Countered the good doctor.
- Obviously. At the moment he is the least of my problems. – Answer d the agent.
- So what is this really about? I can't do anything unless I know what I'm supposed to be doing.
- Will please not now… just not now… I'll tell you everything latter. – Was jacks desperate answer.
Hannibal observed the two men carefully. Will as usual looked like the back end of a
Bad train wreck due to lack of sleep but Jack looked more… more… Fraid yes that was
The word he was looking for witch was in its self an unusual occurrence, he never had
Much problems finding the word he needed. But the matter was Jack looked like he
Was literally running on fumes but what intrigued him the most was the fact that he so
Freely admitted that the Hunt for the ripper was the least of his problems. By this time
Hannibal's attention was drawn to a group of young people that were training self
Defense. In the center there was a medium frame clearly female but quite fragile
Looking and she was being pitted out against a taller and broader male clearly three times
Her size and eight times her weight. The scuffle as predictable was quick and ended up
On the floor with the young man, above the female, clearly enjoying himself if his subtle grinding had anything to with it.
Hannibal made an effort hide the nausea that Such a scene provoked in him, nausea that soon turned into repulsion
when he saw the Young woman smile up to him. Hannibal turned his head in time to find Jack and Will In a silent
conversation. He was about to join then when a familiar sound graced his Ears. The sound of someone suffocating.
Turning his head toward the sound he saw Something that surprised him to the point of actually enlarging his eyes. Right
before He, to his amazement the young woman was suffocating the young man with a Boas Hug. It was now clear to him
that she only smiled to her opponent to draw him into a False sense of security to then rap her legs around him and
squeeze tightly.
Something he dose daily to everyone around him. Her smile even convinced him… a Master manipulator.
His thoughts where cut short when Will called to him informing him they were leaving.
He spent the remainder of his day catching his thoughts stubbornly wondering toward The young girl. His subconscious
told him that something wasn't right… But he just Ignored the feeling and countered to himself that it was nothing. Later
in the day whenHe went to see Dr. Bedelia she stayed silent for a few minutes and then said:
- You seem different today… did anything out of the ordinary happen today?
Hannibal's thoughts again flew toward the young woman, but again he ignored it and
Answered instead:
- No, I find myself very well and nothing of significance happened today.
Denial – conscious or unconscious refusal to accept facts, information, or the reality of
The situation. Denial is a defense mechanism.
Well that's all for now… Hope you liked it, constructive criticism appreciated, flamers can go
Drown for all I care and Tell me if I got the "voices" right. Ok so I've made some texto changes... still new at this sorry.
I own NOTHING
The italics represent Hannibal's thoughts.
frus·trate
1. a. To prevent from accomplishing a purpose or fulfilling a desire; thwart
b. To cause feelings of discouragement or bafflement in.
2. To make ineffectual or invalid; nullify.
Tuesday
By mid-morning Hannibal was a little unsettled to say the least. Not only did still find his thoughts straying toward a
certain young lady for no reason, but her presence also plagued his dreams. All night a different variation of the same
dream assaulted him. It always started with him observing the defense classes but when it was time for the young lady
to suffocate her opponent they were no longer in the training ground but in his room and she no longer was trying to
suffocate an opponent but was holding him close wail he pounded into her, whenever he tried to see her face all he got
was a glimpse of light grey blue only to wake up In a cold sweat and with a painful erection. The first time he woke up at
roughly half past midnight he managed to calm himself down, the second time he woke up at a quarter past two he
found himself tangled in his crimson silk sheets, there had been a certain amount of tossing and Turing in this dream,
again with an erection. He took a cold shower. By the third time he awoke abruptly because had fallen clear off his bed,
she had managed to get on top of him in this dream. To his frustration he found that it was only twenty past three with
the sensation that his lower regions where about to explode. He dressed himself and left only to come back two hours
later with two harts, one liver, four kidneys, a pair of lungs and a spleen. He packaged everything perfectly took yet
another cold shower changed his sweat ridden sheets and went back to sleep at half past six in the hopes that he could
sleep at least until nine. He only had a patient for the morning and he would only arrive at ten. But alas, at ten past
seven the good doctor woke up at his ropes end, this dream had been nothing tame. There had been scratches and nips
and bites, she ridden him hard and demanded for more when he pounded into her violently she had screamed his name
in ecstasy as he slammed into her like he had only dreamed in his darkest dreams. Being unable to calm himself and
knowing that a cold shower could no longer control the situation he decided to take matters in to his own hands. It only
took half a dozen strokes or so, that's how pent up he was. He cleaned the shower wall with a scowl got dressed in a
charcoal grey three piece suite matched it up with a olive green silk shirt and a dark honey colored tie, combed his hair
perfectly and went downstairs for breakfast.
"No use going back to bed if one can't sleep."
He burnt his eggs… he squinted his eyes in a calculating gaze trying to remember when the last time he burnt his food…
was He couldn't recall such an incident. The reason why he burnt his eggs… Her... and to make things worst… certain
parts of his anatomy were waking up again. He settled for some fruit instead. His patient came and went sobbing about
only the Gods knew what, for he couldn't keep his mind settled, it either wondered to his tormented dreams that were
with Her or to his burnt egg, that happened because of Her or yesterday's incidente that SHE was part of or just
wondered in Her generaldirection. Not being able to control his temper any longer he rowed out load only to regain
composure once again.
At midday Dr. Lector decided that he would go see how Will was and find out what yesterday was about. He only lost
control over his car once.
Anger - One's psychological interpretation of having been offended, wronged, or denied with a tendency to react through
retaliation.
Outside Will Graham's Class room
I hind sight he should of stayed in the office. Or than again… Maybe not.
As Hannibal approached the door he saw the young man from the day before walk out of the class room muttering under
his breath:
- That'll teach that Bitch to try and squeeze my breath out.
From inside the class room could be heard a distinct female voice calling after him in a threatening manner, what she
was saying in reality would never be known for at the precise moment that she was running out Dr. Lector was walking
in. Still following the young man with his eyes he failed to notice the young woman running his way. When he turned
toward the door he was already on his back with what he can only describe as pure innocence. The girl couldn't have
weighed more than 50kg in total, pale completion, well defined lips, dark curls cascading around his face and bright grey
blue eyes. His tormentor, his Succubus was here right, on top of him with the most intimidated and innocently shocked
expression reflected in her eyes.
- I'm so sorry. – She wisped. – I'm so so so sorry, Oh my God sorry…
- It is quite all right my dear no harm done. Are you injured? - Dr. Lector answered curtly.
The young lady was only capable of shaking her head in denial wails apologizing again and again. As they rose Hannibal
noticed that he was a head taller than his aggressor and that she in fact did seem to have a delicate frame, seeing the
trembling youth with wide innocent eyes he found it hard to believe that the treacherous wrench from yesterday and the
lamb from standing in front of him were the same.
"With in here lays potential for grandness." Hannibal thought to himself.
- Well my Dear if you're all right maybe you should hurry to your next class hummm?
- Yea… - was the whispery reapply. – I'm really sorry for… yea…- And with that she was of running down the hall.
- Hummm time for some fishing I think. – Murmured Hannibal to himself with a secretive smile.
Will had his back turn to the door so he didn't notice Hannibal right away. Only when the good Doctor politely coughed
did Will realize that he was no longer alone.
- Ahh doctor… I didn't see you… So what brings you here?
- I'm here to visit an allusive patient of mine… See how he's doing. – Answered Hannibal with a slight smile.
- Really… And how is he?
- As well as to be expected when one doesn't sleep much.
- You noticed hun…
- Yes… You should talk about you nightmares Will… It might help.
- Ha… doubt that.
- So what was the commotion about? – Asked the good doctor as he changed the subject toward a person who
interested him greatly.
- Commotion? - Was Will's bewildered response.
- Yes… that boy and girl who were the last to leave your lecture. – Explained Hannibal
- Ohhh… that… that was… … I don't even know their names. – "How disappointing." Hannibal thought to himself. –
That was a pile up from yesterday apparently the girl pulled some stunt that rendered the guy unconscious… - "That can
only be accomplished with very strong legs" Hannibal silently added to himself. –… and then to add insult to injury she
made a fool out of him during the lecture.
- How so?
- We were discussing the Ripper… Again… and he made some offensive comment about it… - "I truly must find out
that young man's name…"- … and she pretty much made a clown out of him. She might be on to something though…
- What did she say? – Although the question was delivered in a calm manner, inside Hannibal was anxious to her
thoughts of him.
- It isn't random…
- I beg your pardon?
- His victims… we don't know if it is organ trafficking or not but it isn't random. According to… … Jesus I really have
to start remembering my student's names… Well she thinks that this wasn't some random guy who woke up one morning
and decided to become the Ripper… - "I really don't care much for that name"… - She reasons that someone
somewhere along the line did something to our guy and that this is the end result. They must have directly rubbed our
boy the wrong way after all…. He sees them as pigs. So either they are pigs and don't deserve their organs, so he's
selling them on the black market or they're pigs and should be put down as so they don't taint na already suffering
society…
- Insightful… It doesn't narrow down the pool but it does offer some clarity, no? – "So close and without knowing
me, would she find me out if she knew me better?" Hannibal wondered. " Better not go there..." Was his inner Beasts
reply. "But don't you yearn for the company of a?" Replied Hannibal. "Yes… I YEARN for a as do you… But not yet… We
must wait to find out more" Was the Beastly Reapply. And with that satisfying answer Hannibal Proceeded toward Jack
Crawford's office.
Aaaannnndddd here's chapter two…. And Thank you to my first follower, I hope you enjoy this
story…
