Authors Note: Thank you to my first my review for this fic and also my first follower3 It gives me the drive to keep writing it. Here is chapter 4! 5 Shall be added soon as well.

Pusryčiai , Chapter 4

Anna sat in Hannibal's living room while she waited for him to return from doing something with the body of the man she'd managed to mutilate and murder earlier. She never dreamed of being able to see the inside of his house and yet here she was. Not under good circumstances by any means but she certainly was here and it was just as immaculate as she had imagined, it gave her something to think about instead of what had transpired earlier.

She pull her knees into her chest and rested her head on them and pulled the deep red fleece blanket Hannibal had given her tighter around her shoulders. She wanted to cry more but he had no tears left today, they'd all been lost out there in the rain. What would she have done without Hannibal? What was going to happen to her life now?

The familiar sound of a door opening echoed through the house as Dr. Lecter came in from the rainy outdoors. She couldn't even hear his foot steps as he walked, they were light, measured, and silent as the dead. Her savior walked and sat down in a large arm chair across from the couch, next to a blazing fireplace, he'd removed his suit jacket but he looked as regal as ever just.

They sat in silence for a time, Annabelle stared at the ground only glancing up occasionally to see Hannibals unreadable dark eyes observing her, analyzing her.

Then, he finally spoke. "This is the first time you've killed someone."

Anna gave a small nodded "Yes," her voice was barley audible and shaky. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. Sure, she'd always had problems with violence and anger but she'd never done anything like this. Yes, she'd beaten up a few girls who got in her face, which was partly why she'd left home, but this was different. She'd bought the knife to threaten someone not to take a life.

"How did it make you feel?"

"It felt," she measured her words, trying to find the right way to express the way she felt inside. "It felt right to defend myself."

"So it felt good to kill that man."

Anna heisted "I guess that could be inferenced but I wouldn't say good necessarily."

Hannibal then referenced what he said to Will earlier. "It feels good to God to kill people, that's why he does it so often."

"Have you ever felt like God Hannibal?"

He didn't answer her, he got up and looked outside the window. "The weather is bad Anna, you should stay here tonight in the guest bedroom. I'll take you home in the morning, you may have the day off." Hannibal stated simply.

Anna didn't really have much to say in the matter, Hannibal saved her from being persecuted and she'd listen to whatever she thought was best. He gave her a pair of his silk pajamas to wear, they were big but nothing unmanageable. The guest room was exquisite, like the rest of the house. It had a red, black and gold color scheme, she felt like a princess under the large canopy bed, not to mention the sheer comfortably of the mattress and blankets amazing. Any other time she'd think she was in paradise but not tonight.

The little brunette couldn't sleep, all he say was blood and the man on the ground of that alley, every time she shut her eyes she replayed the scene for earlier in her mind. She saw blood, the man, the knife, and the only comforting thing she saw when she shut them was Hannibal.

Anna got out of bed and walked as silently as she could down the hall to Hannibals room. The door was open slightly, she pushed it open. "Hannibal." She whispered in the darkness.

"Yes, Anna?" Anna screamed, he was behind her.

"I'm sorry, I should have warned you. Was there something you wanted?"

She was nervous, it was an odd request. "Do you mind if I rest in that chair? I can't sleep.." she pointed a big black plush arm chair in the corner of the room next to a bookshelf at the end of his bed.

"What ever makes you comfortable, you've had a long day." He touched her shoulder in a comforting way and returned o her bed and Anna took her place in the chair.

Hannibal did not sleep until Anna had, he heard the sound of her breath slowing until she drifted off into sleep. Hannibal went to the chair and picked her up and returned her to the guest bed room.

"Goodnight Anna." He said to her as he shut the door.

Hannibal returned to his bed and laid down, his mind a flutter with all the possibilities that were to come from this. How he'd be able to pull the string with another besides Will. There were also some possibilities though that even Hannibal Lecter didn't see coming.

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