I do not own Hannibal. I only own Danielle.
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the paramedics were unable to find anything wrong with me. They just told the officers that I was in shock, which was thanks to my acting skills. They released me back to the officers, who helped me get in the back of a car and they took me to the FBI headquarters. I was not too happy about not being free to do what I wanted because my blood lust was higher than ever, but I would continue to act until I was no longer important in this case.
I knew that the man had killed other people whenever he disappeared from the house. I had smelled the blood and power of each kill from his very pores whenever he returned to his home. He would talk about all of the angels he created, but none were ever as perfect as me. His words always made me want to laugh since he had created a demon, not an angel.
The police had given me some sweatpants, an oversize t-shirt, and a jacket to wear since the man had kept me naked in his home. I was wearing sandals too big for my feet as well since it was the only thing that the officer, who gave me a ride to the FBI headquarters, had in his car. I thanked him quietly before he walked with me into the large normally intimidating building, but nothing truly intimidated me now. He whispered encouraging and comforting words about how I should just tell them everything and it would be all right.
"Thank you so much for helping me, I'm so lucky you arrived in time," I told the officer before I entered an office of someone named Jack Crawford. I saw a large man standing behind the desk, and a small man with curly dark hair was sitting in one chair in front of the desk. Another man in a business suit and maroon hawk eyes was standing in the corner of the room and his eyes immediately focused on me. I restrained myself from showing this predator who was more dominant. I did not want to blow my cover.
"Hello Danielle, I'm Jack Crawford with the FBI. This is Will Graham he is one of the men who apprehended your kidnapper. This is Dr. Hannibal Lecter, he works with Will and I on our cases, and we brought him here in case you needed someone to talk to about all of the things that happened to you," the man behind the desk introduced himself and the others.
"Thank you very much," I said politely as I took a seat by Will in front of the desk. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dr. Lecter rearrange himself in the room so he could watch my facial expressions better. He was analyzing me, and I internally smirked when he furrowed his brow. He wasn't able to figure out what he wanted to discover. "Thank you for stopping that man and saving me," I continued when Jack was looking at me.
"We're just glad we found you alive. All of his other victims were killed. do you mind if I asked why he didn't kill you?" Jack questioned me, and he seemed to try to be soft about it but the question was still invasive. He pulled out a recorder and a notebook with a pen so he could jot down the key points of what I said.
"He said I was his perfect angel," I answered honestly because I hoped telling most of the truth would get me out of here faster. My claws were just itching to come out, which was only made worse by the stare of the other predator in the room.
"Why were you his perfect angel?" Jack tried to dig deeper.
"I don't know. He kidnapped me after work and then did something to me while I was in and out of consciousness, and then I wake up shackled at the foot of his bed on the floor, and he asks me to watch over him as he sleeps. he did that every day I was stuck there," I replied while never breaking eye contact.
"I was informed that he kept you shackled to the couch as well," Jack added.
"He did. When he wasn't home, he had me shackled in the living room, but the chain was long enough that I could go to the living room, kitchen, and bathroom," I explained.
"Weren't you scared?" Will's first words to me were uttered.
I paused and looked at my nails, which were still threatening to grow into claws any minute. I was still learning to control myself, and this situation was testing my little control. "Of course I was, who wouldn't be? Whenever he left I was only more nervous because he came back smelling of blood. I always wondered when it would be my turn," I sighed.
"So you knew he was killing other people?" Jack snapped into conversation.
"Of course, it's hard to miss the blood under his nails and the metallic smell on his clothing," I said glancing between the three men. "So what happens to me now?" I asked them wanting to know if I could go or not.
"I know you want to go home, but after that you've endured, I don't think it would be safe for you to go straight home. I've been talking with Dr. Lecter, and we both think it would be good if you spoke with him about this experience to help you get over it," Jack said and I immediately wanted to rip his head off.
I kept my anger inside as I turned to look between him and Dr. Lecter. "Thank you but I couldn't inconvenience you like that. I know you have other things to attend to, so you shouldn't bother with me. I'm fine, I've always been good at dealing with issues," I said as politely as I could.
"We understand that, but what this man did to his other victims is truly traumatizing. I'm sure that talking will help you overcome what must have happened to you," Jack pressed on, and I hid my fingers in fists since my claws were starting to show.
"You're not letting me choose what I want to do," I stated simply but a bit annoyed.
"We only want to help you," Jack said raising an eyebrow at my statement. He wasn't used to women, who had undergone such stressful situations, acting the way I was.
"So since you are not going to let me go home and I have to take therapy sessions, where will I be staying?" I questioned looking between all three of the men now.
"With me," Dr. Lecter replied and our eyes locked. I could see the smirk that wanted to cross his face, but it diminished a bit when he could see the little challenge in my eyes.
