Hello there. I'm here uploading the Chapter 3. I'm really glad that actually there are some people following the story. And even that I'm really not sure how this will end. I promise I will continue. I already made a Chapter 4, but it needs some corrections and translation. Sorry if I take some time to upload this one. I'm kinda slow, I know xD.

And again, I have to say, that probably there are errors since English is not my first language.

Suggestions are always welcome, like anything that anyone thinks it could be nice to see. I don't know. Any idea is more than welcome. Enjoy!.

PS. Let's Celebrate; Hannibal Season 2 Starts this Friday! YAY!

Mila's cheeks are wet, her eyes watery, as she watched at the road in front of her at this late hour of the night. The sky seemed to also accompany her sorrow, as it was copiously raining, making driving almost impossible to her. Tears clouded her eyes, rain clouded the way. Questions were clouding her mind. She wondered about: What if Dr. Lecter's assumptions were right? What's she going to do? What happened to her husband? Is he alive? And from where that blood of her hands came from? There are so many questions and possibly she knew the answer of all of them, but her brain just blocked them. And that made her feel angry, frustrated, and above of all, scared.

Shit - said hitting the steering wheel hard enough to make the claxon emit a loud sound – Shit!- she exclaimed hitting it one more time.

- Mila, let me drive- Lecter interrupted who was in the car in the passenger seat. – Clearly you are not alright to do so.

- I'm fine - she said denoting instability and a little discomfort in her voice while still she keep driving faster than she should and with tears running down her cheeks. Lecter sighed, for his part; he did not like it when someone is rude to him. But for now, not until he knows a bit more about all this, all that desire to do something about her bad attitude was suppressed, and the rudeness of the woman was answered courteously. He turned to look at her, followed he reached out and his fist touched Mila's cheek, caressing it gently. The touch of his skin against hers soothed her significantly.

-Mila, let me help you. First, please, stop the car- He asked with a charming, calming but strangely dominant voice. Mila's car speed dropped abruptly without any hesitation to park the car at a corner of the road. When the car stopped, she laid her head back to the seat and with one hand covered her face and began to mourn.

- Mila, look at me. - He grabbed her arm and pulled it slowly. She did exactly what he asked, and looked back at him, still with her eyes full of tears.

- You are in a constant battle with your mind, the more the pressure, the less it will yield.

-I-m S-cared… - She said, looking at Lecter. He from his part limited to give her a slight smile, as he passed his hand over her head in order to comfort her.

I will help you, Mila, for now, just let me drive. – This time, Mila didn't complain, she just nodded, like if he just had some kind of hypnotic power over her. He came out the car, and she did the same. Even that it was raining, he waited for her with the door opened until she went back inside the vehicle. They switched sides. After that, Mila from her part adjusted her GPS dispositive, configuring it in direction to her house, and then she just huddled against the seat, because still mourning a bit, and now she was feeling cold, since her clothes were slightly wet. She observed him for a while, while he was driving guided by her GPS.

- You must take it patiently. The mere fact of not being able to remember is affecting you too much, Mila. You must keep in mind that possibly a traumatic event caused the amnesia in you. When you remember it, it will be just as powerful and destructive than the first time, and you must be prepared.

But Mila did not answer. Lecter looked at her and saw the woman, asleep, shivering from the cold, so pathetic, so vulnerable. It was almost a utopian view to see a front of him the "food" in such an easy way to get it. It seemed ironic that when had things so easy, he currently had no plans to finish them, not at the moment. He even almost felt sorry for the poor and miserable woman to the point that as soon as the car stopped at one of the red lights of the road, he took off his coat and covered the woman with it.

Minutes later, the car stopped. He looked to his side and noticed that the young woman was still asleep. He got out of the car, opened the passenger door and bent down a little before her.

- Mila wake up, we arrived. – He said in a soft voice, like a whisper. Mila quickly awoke; with sleepy eyes looked at the man before her, for long seconds. And she thought about the fact that this man is the one that is being her guide among all this horror. Still smelling the masculine scent of the coat, she looked at him and nodded, rejoining completely. Feeling a bit ashamed of having a piece of his clothes, rapidly she gave it back to him. Without saying another word, they walked to the house and entered it.

As soon as they entered to her place, he thought about how this house doesn't look like the home of a woman like this one. At the first time Lecter knew her, at first he imagined her as a more simplistic woman, living in a modern lifeless apartment. But even though she lived in an old house, it was a pretty classy place.

A home says a lot about the people, and this place was just saying that she has always known how to appear in front of the others, how to exclusively show only what she wants others to see even that deep inside her, there's something more. Part of him was surprised that he didn't realize that about her way before. But in the end, even she was missing parts of her life, maybe the interesting ones.

-It is a warming and cozy place.

- Thank you, Would you follow me, Mr. Lecter? So I could show you where I found the books. - She walks around her house, guiding him, while Lecter carries his hands inside his pockets, at each step studying everything around him. Until both ended to a completely different room in the house, a room that looks the opposite to the rest of the house. A dark, dirty room completely abandoned. In it, there is an old bed, a bookshelf and two chairs. She pulls a chair and puts it in front of the bookshelf he does the same. Each takes a notebook in their hands. All contained grotesque drawings of people in horrible situations. The book Lecter was holding was more of a notebook. And the first page that he managed to read, it says:

"I'm ready, but there's Mila, and she, she keeps me for doing anything. I have to stop her.

Mila, Mila, Mila,

Let me live.

I need to breathe.

She only sees the monster, but, she is the same or even worse than I am. Even though she won't accept it, she is my my other half, she is part of me. Everything is her fault. I can't breathe, I can't be myself.

Mila, Mila, beautiful,

Let me live.

Leave me in peace. "

Lecter frowned, while he keeps reading the small notebook to himself. He noticed how the book had way more notes, written in a weird manner. He observed Mila, while was paying attention to the book she was holding, like if she were trying to decipher every single page of it. He took advantage to take two other books and at the same time to hide the notebook inside his coat without her noticing about it.

As soon as he took another book and looked at it, he noticed the same tendency. The pages were full of drawings of murderers as described by the media, some of them extremely accurate and some of them extremely graphic, not that it affected him in any way. He even felt flattered when he realized that the book contained some covering about some of his work. Some of the other illustrations had the same patterns, probably for the same person. Lecter thought too, that there was so much material in the books to be from just one person. He clearly could be a fanatic or in fact a serial killer, inspired by others. And for some reason, he was included by the second thought.

He was a bit lost in thought, when suddenly the sound of one of the books falling took him by surprise. He looked at Mila; she was kind of lost, with the eyes wide opened and with her eyes, just staring at the ground. He placed the books back to their place and immediately he crouched just in front of her.

- Have you managed to remember anything? - He asked, with no response. - Mila ... –

Without responding back and no matter that he was there just in front of her she stood, and walked quickly, he stood too to follow her. Until they reached the basement of the house, where there was a strong smell of blood. But there was nothing, just the scent of blood and rot.

Mila began to mourn, almost losing the air, beginning to tremble, and grabbing her hair, pulling it hard.

- Mila , Mila - calm down ... Lecter brought his body to hers , placing his arms around her , quickly looking for something out of his pocket, a small bottle that bore the name RAVOTRIL, placing the dropper against her lips. Slightly inserting it in her mouth and depositing the liquid inside it.

After a minute, she felt a little dizzy, and simply fell to his arms. Then he delicately assisted her to get to where he thought it was the main room of the house, leaving the woman over the bed.

She felt everything like if it was a dream, but with him she felt safe, and amid the confusion, she felt bad and guilty of having to bring a good man like this one into her crap. Then everything turned black.

Her sleep was deep; a whole night passed, but for her it was like minutes. But that night, everything was peace, into the nothing.

The next day, she enjoyed those first minutes in which nothing is remembered from the previous day. And then quickly her first thought was about Dr. Lecter. Mila, without even brushed her teeth, went down the stairs and searched around the house ending up in the kitchen. And there she saw a scene that she never thought to see. Breakfast on her dinner table, and that man sleeping in one of the dining chairs lining himself on the table with his elbow and resting his head on the palm of his hand.

And again she regretted having gotten such a good man in her twisted life.

PS. I forgot to mention that this "happened" before the series. Every time I write a fanfic, I don't like to destroy what is canon. So I don't think Will will (lol) appear in the story. But probably some of the other characters will appear.