"Will Graham? Yes, I remember him with a gentle fondness." Hannibal Lecter leaned forward from the shadows, his eyes like maroon gems. "But why would a simple reporter want to know about him? I was told that this would be an interview about myself, and not my past… friends?" He asked calmly, splaying his hands across his lap, looking the reporter in the eyes.
Hannibal closed his eyes. "Alright, I'll tell you. Will Graham was one of my… closest friends, my partner. I can't lie and say that I didn't love him. Because I did." He sighed, and, suddenly, he was thirty-seven again, in the city of Wolf Trap, Virginia, sitting in his office, writing a report on his patient, William Graham. He frowned, and lifted his head, face-to-face with said patient. He lowered the file, and slightly smiled. "Will." He said, and tilted his head. "What are you doing here?" He asked, looking at Will with confusion.
"Did Will love me? I like to think he did. But, I never found out. He betrayed me before I could do anything. Even then, I still loved him." He opened his eyes, looking the reporter in the eyes once more. "No matter. It's in the past. And I'd like to discuss something else." He said calmly, leaning back into the shadows, only his bright eyes showing.
"What? Why I killed people? It's simple. Eat the rude. The people who torment others. It's a twisted justice, really. That way, I'm not really doing evil. Mason Verger? Yes. I was the one who mutilated him. Why? He was rude. Very rude." He leaned forward so only his hands were visible. He smirked slightly, lifting his hands. "Yes, I am a polydactyl. Hmm? No, I don't feel pain from it. It doesn't hinder me like it does a normal person. But, then again, I'm not normal."
Hannibal stood up. "I believe you asked for a meal?" He moved away, toward the kitchen. His home was dark, a preference he enjoyed. He began to rummage through the cabinets, pulling out pots and pans. He was kind toward guests who were kind to him, and the young reporter's curiosity amused him. "I do hope you don't mind that we're dining on liver. I have run out of beef and ground chuck that I reserve for visitors and guests."
Many hours after the meal, Hannibal was relaxing, sipping from a galss of Ambrosia wine. "Well, I'm sure you've gathered all your desired information?" He questioned, looking at the reporter over the rim of his glass. "If so, the night is old, and so am I. I believe it is time for you to go." He replied as kindly as he could, eyes gleaming brightly. "Unless you want to stay.. Will Graham." He smiled, leaning forward. "I knew you would find me again, my old friend." He gazed at Will, then blew out the single candle that provided just enough light for Will to write, plunging them into darkness.