Falling In France.

Summary- Set after Hannibal Rising. 2 years after ending his vendetta in Canada Hannibal returned to France and meet and pretty young French girl whom is in danger from her own father. Will she turn out to be as vunerable as she seems?

Chapter one.

He is watching her again. Hannibal watches her, the girl, from the window of a coffee shop in France. She works at the flower cart opposite the shop and he has recently begun watching her work in the mornings whilst getting his morning fill of caffeine. She is so very beautiful. Her black hair is long and strait. It sweeps across her back as she moves and contrasts well with her perfect peaches and cream complexion. Her eyes. They remind Hannibal of his own, though they are blue, as they have a reddish glow about them. Curious. Her full pink lips part to reveal two rows of pearly white teeth, as she smiles politely at her customers and thanks them. She is a medium height and slender, but rounded in all the places a woman should be. She looks young, no more than 18.

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He is watching her again, that boy across the street. He has been there every morning for the past three days, watching her work. She is smart though, and gives no indication she has noticed him staring. She does not look at him to check he is watching because she knows he is; she can feel his eyes roaming her body. At that thought, a slight blush rises on her cheeks. She is aware that she is pretty, but not so much that he should have any interest in her. She can tell he is a handsome man from the few glimpses of him she managed to get. He looks about her age, 18. Hmmm...

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Hannibal is tired of waiting now. He needed to speak to her, this enchantress. She had no right to make him feel so... happy? He pays for the vanilla coffee he had been sipping at and leaves, swiftly. He crosses the road and she notices him, turning his way as she realises he is walking towards her.

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He is walking towards her! What should she do? Tsk. Stop being silly. Just smile at him like any other customer. As he approaches she sees that she was right. He really is handsome.

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She smiles at him politely and he smirks crookedly back. '' Good Morning, Madame'' He speaks French fluently, no doubt her native language.

''Hello, Monsieur. How might I help you?'' she replies, hesitantly. He briefly wonders at her angel's voice before inhaling subtly and catching her scent 'it is intoxicating', he thinks to himself. Clean skin, Fresh Dairy Cream and... Roses. Delicious.

''Well, Madame I was wondering... do you sell red roses by any chance?'' he asks. Laughing inwardly at his private joke. She doesn't seem to notice.

''Of course, Monsieur. They are just around here.'' She said, leading him around the back of the cart where there was a table and a stool. Upon the table were some freshly cut red roses. ''Here you are, Monsieur''.

''Thank you. And, please, call me Hannibal.'' He smiles slyly when she blushes. 'What a beautiful colour' he thinks. The dark shade of red makes him slightly hungry. Unfortunately she recovers quickly and turns to pick a rose from the bunch.

''Ouch!'' she yelps. ''Oh my, I am terribly sorry monsieur. I have missed a thorn on this rose.'' She rushes through her words quickly. The sight of her hurt upsets Hannibal. He reaches for her hand and lifts the injured finger to his face. One small bead of blood was forming and began to make its journey down the length of her finger. He watches it intensely for the briefest moment before pressing his lips to it and swiping his tongue up her finger to rid her of the blood. 'A positive'.

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She stares up at him in wonder as he tastes her blood and kisses her wound. His eyes flick up and bore straight into hers. She is shocked at the colour. Red around the pupil. Just like her own eyes, though hers are blue. What does that mean? ''Th... Thank you, Monsieur.'' She stuttered. Why was she so nervous?

''it was...'' His eyes flickered to her finger and then back into her eyes, ''my pleasure, Madame.'' Her heart skipped a beat just then, she was sure.

''well, I am glad to have assisted you. I must be going now'' she said quietly before locking her cart and scurrying away, avoiding his dark eyes.

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Hannibal watched her leave, confused. But his handsome features betrayed nothing of his emotions.

End of chapter.

[A/N- please review and tell me if I should continue or not. Thank you.]