The bed springs moaned and creaked as Hannibal Lecter tossed his head back with an animalist grunt, a small Southern girl below him, clawing at his back. He kissed her cheek. "Oh, yeah, doctor Lecter," she drawled out, placing an arm on the top of her head. Hannibal flopped onto his side of the bed, out of breath but a smile still twisted his lips. "Oh yeah."
Hannibal got up and kissed her once more on the cheek. "I'm going to take a shower," he said.
May stood up and pulled her cotton panties back up, before leaving the room in nothing more than her panties and socks. She still could not believe that a hillbilly from Arkansas had a summer home…er…summer manor. Still shocked about the fact she was married to a very good chef, specially when the meal she had before she met Hannibal Lecter was opossum.
May dropped three ice cubes into a short glass and poured vodka on top of the chilled cubes. May took the glass and took to sitting on the porch. No one was around and they were on Lecter property, so what if she was topless? In the thicket of trees, she saw something, something she did not turn her back to, something that made her retreat into the safety of the house. "Hannibal!?"
He had stepped out of the shower, drying his face off. He came into the bedroom once more as he had left it moments ago, naked and wet. Written on the window of the bedroom were the words: "We know what you are."
On the balcony was the carcass of a dead pig.
"So, what's the reason for this get together?" asked Will, once they were seated. Hannibal said nothing as he sipped from his glass. "So, May, what do you do?"
She cleared her throat and placed the red cloth napkin into her lap. A total turn around from what she was. A huckle-fucking-berry of a hillbilly. "I'm a homemaker," May drawled.
"That's still a thing in 2015?" chuckled Will.
Hannibal rested his hand on her hand, instead of digging into the roast. "She is one whether it is a thing of 2015 or not," he said. "She has this whole house to fill."
"She has this whole house to fill? With what?" chuckled Will.
"Little Lecters," said May. She blushed and broke her eye contact with Hannibal. Hannibal only smiled at her.
"Uh huh…" Will looked at Hannibal. May sounded like a small town girl who had never seen a car in her life and if this was his way of impressing her to carry on the Lecter name, he was probably overwhelming the girl. "Already talking about kids."
"Why shouldn't we?" asked Hannibal. "After all, given who she is, we should talk about the Lecter name. She, of course, wants ten and I myself only want one or two."
"Given who she is?" said Will. "Who is May?"
"Gosh, Hannibal, can't we just tell 'em?" whined May.
"Not yet, dear."
"Tell 'em what?" faux whined and faux drawled Will. She glared at him. "Sorry if that was offensive."
"All in good time."
"Ugh!"
"Come on, Lecter. Just tell us," said Will. "Is she an escaped lunatic? She's your estranged daughter!"
"Will, knock it off," said Jack.
"Sister?" said Will. "Aunt?"
"Can I please tell 'em before I stab Will in the thigh with a fork?" asked May.
"Don't get the chair bloody," chuckled Hannibal.
"Gee, thanks, Lecter!" said Will. "Who is she? Just let her tell us! Tell us May!"
"Hannibal?" May urged. Hannibal shook his head. "That's no fair!"
"She's also a mental health nurse," said Hannibal. "That's a thing in 2015."
"That's a lofty job," said Will.
"I work with schizophrenics," said May.
"She works closer to the summer manor and is quite well known," said Hannibal. "She has quite the way with schizophrenics, Mrs. Lecter."
"Mrs. Lecter!?" gasped Will.
A window shattered behind Jack. An arrow had made it's home in the wall behind May and Will. "Oh, my G-d!" screamed May as glass hailed down to the hardwood floors.