A/N: Sorry it's a little short, and sorry for the previous chapter's update thing. IT took me a while type it up and all but here's chapter 3 for you all, Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Hannibal or Thomas Harris's work or the songs lyrics I post on previous and up-coming chapters; but yes, I do own Hannah Starling :)

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I took a small step back as the door slowly opened only to reveal Mrs. Bradley. Oh joy.

"Hannah dear, hi there." Mrs. Bradley said smiling wide and generous at me. Sometimes I wondered how on earth someone could be so cheerful like she was but then I remembered that you'd have to be cheerful if you lived with someone like Mr. Bradley, who was large NASCAR and foot-ball fan from what I could tell.

"H—Hi. Um…is Jason in his room or something? I like have to talk to him for a minute." I asked looking slightly behind her shoulder only to see Grandma Bradley arguing with one of the plastic plants again. Wow, and I thought my life was messed up. I looked back at Mrs. Bradley then quickly when I heard her start talking. Oh crap, mid-sentence. Um…okay just go with whatever the last thing she says and fill in the blanks.

I nodded a few times with a small smile, even though I had no flippin' idea on what she was talking about. Something about chicken and thanksgiving and pumpkins. Wow.

"But yes, he's up in his room. You can go up and see him too if you want." She told me and I nodded as she opened the door wider for me to step in, which I did walking past Plant-talking Grandma there and started up the high up stairs. Some kids when they were little would be terrified by heights like these but I seemed to be quite calm and collected when up high somewhere.

I looked once back down at Mrs. Bradley at the bottom of the stairs, and yup, she was still a smiling away like always. I gave another crooked smile before walking down the hallway to Jason's bedroom…now where was the blasted room again? I kept walking by a couple doors, two of them being just guest-rooms and then finally at the end of the hallway to the right was Jason's bedroom. I could tell it was due to the signs plastered on the door in front of me. Some saying 'Keep Out' and 'Genius by birth, slacker by choice'; dang right that was true.

I quirked an eyebrow when seeing a strand of red tape across the wide door before knocking a few times, hearing his music blasting away from probably was stereos on his radio thing that he insisted keeping right beside the window for everyone within a ten mile radius to hear.

I heard some rustling and something falling to the floor and a groan of pain before the bedroom door flung open showing a heavy-breathing distant Jason Bradley looking down with his eyes closed, pointing one finger up in the air to show he needed a minute or two to catch his breath. I held back a snicker of amusement when seeing him look like Angela had just pummeled him…again.

"You uh, okay now, Jason?" I asked smirking slightly as I bended down a little towards him but came back up straight quickly when he stood up trying to collect himself and made a weak attempt of doing a macho-guy pose of being calm, leaning one arm up on the door smiling at me.

"Sure am." He told me still with a crooked smile and then added "Whatcha need?"

"I think we should go in the room first to talk." I told him, not even giving him a moment to ask why when I shoved him in the room, resulting in him falling back onto his bed and me shutting the door quickly behind me. I looked around the room, wow; this place like either needed someone to clean it or needed some air refresher.

Jason stood up, frowning at me as he dusted off his blue jeans going over to his desk, which also had his flat-screen monitor and computer on it. He wheeled around then in the blue desk chair to look at me, giving me that totally Dr. Evil from Austin Powers movie look. Okay, now he was pressing his luck. Poor idiot naïve little boy.

I walked over with a seductive little smile, that I knew would make him whimper, and then spun him back round so now he was facing his monitor screen and with me behind him, leaning forward a little.

"So whatcha need again?" He asked quirking an eyebrow in confusion still attempting to show he wasn't nervous and that he was calm and all macho like. Yeah, I said matcho...deal with it.

"I need you to look up some Hannibal Lector stuff for me." I whispered which made him turn his head slightly to look at me, and also resulted with me turning his…well more like forcing his head back where it was moments before.

"Just look it up." I commanded him with still a smile on my lips as he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He was kinda cute though when he was nervous.

"Wh—Why?" He stuttered out when clicking on his computer screen, the screen blurred somewhat then re-turned too normal…if you could consider it normal.

"I believe that Hannibal Lector is in my house." I told him, which made him give me a look that said 'What the fruit?!' but I needed him to do this for me, there was no way I was going back home. I just hoped my Mom was okay…