DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING THAT I MENTIONED HERE. I ONLY OWN MY OC. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DONT SUE ME.
Might have borrowed a few line from The Awesome Chronicles of Narnia: The Horse and His Boy. See if you can find it!
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HORRIBLE HORRIBLE THINGS. If you cant watch the TV show (im talking about you, Jess:p) i suggest you skip a few paragraphs.
ENJOY!
CHAPTER 5 PART TWO: ANGLES AND ANGLES.
"Ah, Ms Donaghue. What did Will Graham say?" Hannibal asked her calmly as he was cutting through a large brain. She assumed it was human.
She froze, is this some sort of threat? "Umm he told me that he wont be able to make it back here today."
He looked up, "Oh? Will you be needing a ride home?" He asked, whilst cutting the brain into several pieces.
"No. I—is that human?"
He smirked, continued to cut the brain into even smaller pieces. "For our breakfast tomorrow. I hope you don't mind."
"I—where did that come from?"
Hannibal's eye flashed dangerously, but he kept a smile on his face. "A very rude man by the name of Jones Arrens."
Jones Arrens... J. Arrens...Jay Arrens.
"Dr Lecter?"
He looked up, his facial expression giving nothing away.
Eve continued, "How—i—" She shook her head, "What has this man do, exactly?"
He paused for a moment, giving it a thought, "He have me the finger and then cuts me off when i passed him on the road a few weeks ago. He then forced me to get down from my vehicle. It was extraordinary rude." He was now seasoning the human brain with spices. "What is the matter?"
"I—im not sure how this could be happening." She was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "This man that you have umm...killed. Do you have a picture of him?"
Hannibal raised both of his invisible eyebrows. "Sadly i do not, Eve." He then continue to smirk very wildly. "But i do still keep the rest of his head intact."
Eve almost fainted when she heard this.
...
Hannibal led her through a very dark hallway in the underground part of his home. At first it was a normal basement, but then he did some tricks with the trinkets on top of the shelf, and click goes the cupboard on her left. When it opened, it was just like an ordinary cupboard, with first aid kits inside, but then he pushed it open.
Hannibal grabbed 2 flashlights, and gave one to her. Both of them turned the flashlight on, and Eve was quite afraid when Hannibal led the way by holding her hand gently through the pitch dark passage. It was very quiet, and she couldn't even hear the sound of cars above her. It was like they were in a deep woods far far away from civilisation. Hannibal opened an almost invisible door, even though it was being shone by 2 flashlight lights. Hannibal than took out a very old key, and the door opened with nary a sound. He turned the lights on, and she was quite surprised to see the room was very large, like a warehouse, and it was filled with freezers, varying in sizes. But the smallest one could hold one man, with more room to hold a few of his belongings. He let her hand go, and started to go for the clipboard on the wall. It had very neat handwriting, and he then pointed to the freezer on the left side of the room. He led her to the freezer, and then looked at her in a very serious manner.
"Eve." He said, as he grabbed the back of her neck with such power, that she was afraid that he would break it.
He continued, "This is the first and last time that you will ever be here. You must be fully aware right now that if i am able to kill these many men and still be at large, and very close with the FBI, my skills are very much unsurpassed. If anyone knows about this place, i would see to it that you will die before an hour had passed."
She gulped, and nodded. "I trust you because you seem to have an understanding about what am i doing, even though i myself am not fully sure. Now sponge away from your mind and heart all knowledge of this place after you have gotten what you are after. Are you ready?"
She took a deep breath, "I am ready."
Hannibal released the grip on the back of her neck, and opened the freezer. It was unlocked, and opened with ease. What she saw next almost made her sick. Eve, who has lived on the streets for years, who has skinned lots of animals, who has gutted each and every one of them, felt her stomach being very queasy. It was a very neat packed freezer. It was divided into three sections, and each section was only divided by thin layer of ice. On the left was his decapitated head, with the top of his skull already hollow, and she can see the insides of his face,and the bottom of the freezer.
On the right (or the middle) there are mutilated bodyparts. Hands, thighs, arms, legs,and feet. All stacked very neatly. And on the very right, the innards. Heart, lungs, pancreas, and the colon. She noticed that the liver is missing. After sinking it all in, she came back to the face. It is the man. It's the man. It's the man. The man that did the horrible thing on her back.
She looked at Hannibal, who in turn looked at her, with a mixed expression, and she nodded. He then closed the freezer lid.
"What makes you so interested in that man?" He asked, as they were going back to Hannibal's 'upstairs' home.
She thought about the answer for quite a while, "He... caused me a lot of pain for a couple of weeks."
Hannibal didnt say anything, and then she remembered something. "Oh i just remembere! I haven't told you yet, Will Graham cannot make it tonight."
He chuckled, she thought that he is very odd, because he never laughs when he is with Will. When they come out of the dark hallway, she asked him something very silly.
"Hannibal, do you ever get scared of going through that dark hallway?"
"Do you ever get scared sleeping in the dark streets and dark parks, and or dark woods?"
"i do, but i have Winston with me."
"Wi—"
"He's my dog." She cuts him off.
He smiled, "I believe i have never felt that kind of fear. What am i to be afraid of in my own passageway that i built myself?"
She was in such an awe, that for a moment, Will Graham was completely out of her mind. But after Hannibal gave her a look, she composed herself and closed her mouth. He then led her upstairs, and told her to wait on the upstairs small livingroom, and went into what she guessed must be his bedroom.
He came out a few minutes later. Bringing her pyjamas. "It's the smallest that i can find. I hope they fit you well."
She thanked him, and he directed her to the nearest bathroom. She took a long luxurious shower, trying various soaps that line up in the bathroom shelf. She came out of the glass panelled shower to the sink smelling like a mixture of spices and flowers, but not too fragrant. The pyjama was made out of a very comfortable material, and Eve felt like she could could sleep standing up in that pyjama. The pyjama top was quite large, and it drops until her knees. She then tried on the pants, but it couldn't stay up. So she came out of the bathroom, looking for Hannibal Lecter as she held the pyjama bottom with her hands.
"Umm, Hannibal?"
"Yes? Is something wrong?"
"The pyjama bottom kept falling down. Do you perhaps have one that's smaller in size?"
"That is the smallest one that i can find, Eve. Would you like some shorts?"
She laughed, "if would love some, but i suppose they are shorts that you also wear as underwear?"
"Yes. By shorts i was talking about boxers." He then chuckled, "If i may say something, it is quite common for female guests to wear only pajama tops of the male host."
She laughed out loud, "NO WAY!"
She kept the pyjama bottoms on, and held it up as she walked. Hannibal laughed, and has to admit that she is very petite.
"How tall are you, Eve?"
She groaned, "As you can see i am short. So i see that question as in insult, Anni."
Hannibal chuckled, and led her to the guest bedroom. She awed at the guest bedroom, but then muttered something about 'not wanting to sleep on beds'. Hannibal was not having a good day. He had restrained himself from asking her questions, analysing her, giving her psychological answers like he is used to doing. He had also revealed to someone that he has just met, that he is a cannibal, and has been murdering rude people. He is having trouble thinking when she is around, and he is confused whether to eliminate her, or to be friends with her.
Eve was roaming around the room, obviously very excited about the trinkets and the decor of the room. She touched and picked things up, but put things back exactly how she found them. Hannibal suddenly felt involuntarily paternal, and sat on the bed.
"Find anything interesting?"
She looked away from the little bull-elephant copper statue that was on the shelf, and looked at him, "Everything is interesting. I've seen these things in the antique stores in towns, but i never got to touch them."
"Do you like elephants?"
"i cannot say i dont, Anni. I haven't met them yet."
Hannibal felt a large smile coming to his face.
"Would you like to meet one?" Hannibal asked
"Nah" She replied shortly, "Animals besides dogs aren't mything."
"What are your thing?"
She then thought about it. She never had a thing. Her life was always about not dying. Now that life's assured, she can focus on what she likes. She then sat down next to Hannibal.
"What is my thing?" She asked him. And thought hard.
"That is for you to find out. Goodnight, Eve."
...
Eve woke up to the sight of Hannibal, looking very worried. She was barely conscious, and she groaned a little, letting him know that she is awake.
"Will just called. He wont be able to make it today either."
She groaned again and rolled away from Hannibal. His floors are much colder than Will Graham's floor, making it very comfortable for her.
"Breakfast is ready, Eve. And i suggest you get ready, because we have work to do today."
She groaned and tried to roll away even further. "Work?" She croaked.
"Yes, Eve. You are my secretary now. For the day, at least." He has an annoying smirk on his face, "I have prepared your work clothes by the bathroom. I have a feeling this one will fit you just fine."
She yawned, "Thankyou." She walked zombie like to the bathroom and got ready. She was still half unconscious, and walked out of the bathroom with her new workclothes. The clothes were very comfortable, but she had difficulty walking in the skirt. She walked downstairs—in a maroon skirt and blazer, with a white fluffy blouse underneath—finding Hannibal cooking breakfast.
"Breakfast will be ready in just a minute." He said, as she walked in. How in the name of Hell does he know if she was coming? She wasn't wearing shoes, and the floor was carpeted!
"Can i help?"
"No need. I have everything set up already."
"Okay." She answered. "Are we having brains? I've never eaten a human's before. I've tried cats' though. They taste frightfully funny."
Hannibal froze for a moment, and then turned his head ever so slightly, "And what did the cat do to deserve such treatment?"
She shrugged, "i don't know, i didnt hunt the kitty. It was some sort of a gathering. A group of people asked me to join them, and i did. I only ate very little, because i wouldn't want to upset them."
"Ah" he replied. He then continued to plate the food. It took less than a minute for him to plate them. He hands her the plate. The brain was fried, and she saw some vegetables and a piece of bread with an egg in it. She ate her breakfast with appetite, and it turns out that human brain tastes nothing like cats', but it could just be Hannibal's seasoning that made them taste different. When they were out of the door and into Hannibal's car, he asked her, "Eve? Did you injure yourself?"
"What? No. Why?"
"You seem to be limping."
She laughed, "i'm not limping. It's just it's quite hard to walk in this skirt."
He looked concerned, "is it too tight?"
She tried to walk normally, "No, It fits perfectly, it's just very hard to walk in. It's been years since i wore skirts, and this one's tight on the legs." She walked to the passenger seat, and found it extremely difficult to get in the car. In the end she jumped in, and then positioned herself.
...
It was lunchtime, and Eve had fallen asleep on her desk. She has done everything imaginable, from reading books, throwing crumpled pieces of paper into the trash, drawing, practising her penmanship, staring at the ceiling for a long period of time, walking around, and do a little stretching.
She saw Hannibal's agenda, and saw that they had a 2 hour lunch break. So she lied on the floor, and tried to go to sleep. She was in the middle of a very deep sleep when Hannibal woke her up.
"Eve? Are you alright?" He asked, there was very much concern in his voice.
"Wh—oh. Im fine" She replied as she yawned and stretched, "it is very quiet here, and the window showed me nothing. So i decided i would sleep. Sorry."
Hannibal helped her to stand up, "It's quite allright" he answered with a smile, "Will did say that you hate to be confined in a room for a long period of time."
She yawned, "So what are we doing now?"
"We are going home for lunch."
Eve raised her eyebrows, and a thought came to her mind. This man doesn't eat anything but humans.
"But your house is quite far, isn't there a closer place to eat?" She asked, and his answer confirmed her assumption. "No. I am very careful about what food that i put in my mouth." He replied with a sly smirk on his face.
Eve had begun to like this sly smirk of his. She smirked back at him, and nudged him with her elbow, "We're gonna finish those leftover brains, aren't we?"
...
When they came back to the office, Hannibal told her to be quiet, and she knew why. There was someone already waiting in the waiting room. Hannibal looked at his agenda, and saw that it was Mrs Crawford, Jack's wife. Not wanting to make things awkward, she told him that she could go out the back, and then got into the front, so Mrs Crawford wontsee her and ask questions that would certainly lead to suspicions.
Hannibal didnt got the chance to answer, as she was already halfway through the door.
It was getting dark, and Eve was bored as hell. There were two other people coming after Mrs Crawford, and she felt quite sorry for those people. They seem to be coming from wealth, but the look so unhappy. Eve was again practising her penmanship when she smelt something She looked up to see Will Graham, holding his jacket on one hand, with a single doughnut on the other.
"Where did you get those?" He asked, handing her the jelly filled doughnut.
"Anni gave it to me." She said with a mouthful.
He snorted, "Anni?"
She nodded repeatedly, "He doesn't mind."
Will was about to say something when the door opened. "Ah, you're here. Please, come in."
Will motioned for her to come in, and she followed him, but Hannibal stopped her. "You are officially working today, Eve. You cant come in."
Will looked at Hannibal for a moment, and then looked at her while shrugging. She sat back down on her chair, the remainder of the jelly filled doughnut remained untouched.
She didnt dare listen in on their conversation again, now that she knows that Hannibal has dog ears. She was still wondering how could he heard her coming when she wasn't wearing shoes on carpeted floors. She ate the rest of her doughnut and waited for them to come out.
...
As they were driving back to Wolf Trap Virginia, Will told her about a lot of things. He became more vocal, yet his eyes were dead-er than ever. He told her about his new case, where a man, which he dubs the "angel maker" made angels out of sinned men.
"im saying he made them into angels literally and metaphorically. He rips open their back skin and turned them into wings. He then continued to hook the edges of their skin, attached a thin rope on it, and then tied the other end of the rope to the ceiling."
"Sadist much." She told him. "Did you find out why he's doing them?"
"He has a brain tumor, which makes him hallucinate. He sees that they are sinners, and then kill them and turn them into angels. He—"
She cuts him off, "Will, stop. i feel sick."
"Sorry, i wont talk about it anymore."
"No, i mean i feel sick-sick. Stop the car, i think im gonna puke."
Will Graham got out of the car with her, and helped her by rubbing her back as she throws up on the side of the road. Eve was wondering why did he suddenly turn very caring, when a few weeks ago he was being cold? When they got back in the car, he asked numerous questions about what she had eaten, drank, and or inhaled.
"Ssshh. I have a headache. I'll answer them later."
Will Graham stayed quiet for the rest of the journey. She asked for him to stop a few more times, and Will Graham felt her temperature. He then drove to the nearest pharmacist and bought her a few medicines. He didnt utter a single word until they got home.
It was 11.35 PM, and Eve couldn't sleep. She was kept warm by the space heater, and numerous blankets and sweaters that Will Graham had forced on her. By the lack of sounds of movement on the bed, she assumed that Will Graham couldn't sleep either. She and Will unknowingly pretended to be sleeping until 1.08 AM, when Eve finally fell asleep.
Eve jolted awake by the sound of footsteps, and she was strangled by the numerous blankets that was on her. She looked to the direction of Will Graham's bed to see that he was walking towards the window. She calmly got herself free, but lost her mind when Will Graham opened the window. The dogs barked maniacally, and Eve was afraid that it would wake Will Graham up. She shushed them, and watched Will Graham. Her heart was pounding so loud that she could've sworn her heart moved to her ears. He bended flexibly, got one foot out of the window, and there he was, outside.
She tried to follow him, but she couldn't get out of the window in one smooth movement like Will did, and she was much much smaller than he was. It took her a couple of tries, a prolonged sentence of cursing, and scratches on her legs to follow him outside. She watched him carefully, not wanting to bother him, in case he was having a nightmare.
She grew increasingly tired and sleepy, and not wanting to risk anything, she sat down on the roof tile, and wrapped herself onto Will's legs.
...
It was very early in the morning when Will Graham woke up. It was about an hour of sitting down, and her bum was very sore, she was very cold and her legs are dead. She heard Will Graham woke up when Winston and Mackenzie started barking maniacally. He was shocked to see that he was standing outside, and that something was clutching his legs.
"Wh—"
"You slithered out from the window like a snake, and then stood here to watch the surroundings in the dead of night. I assume you were sleepwalking. Again. I stayed out here with you because i don't want you to do the walking part."
"How long have i been standing here?"
"i think an hour or so. It was like a 5 AM darkness when you got out. I think now is... 6-ish"
"Thankyou."
"my legs are dead." She retored, in reply to his thankyou. "Now go in first, i want lie down so my legs will come back to life."
Will Graham nodded, and went back into the house with much difficulty. In the end, he couldn't get back in at all, and stayed outside.
"Are you sure i went through the window to get out here?" He asked he as he sat down next to her.
She groaned annoyedly, "Very. Now wait 5 minutes, i'll find us a way down."
Will Graham couldn't wait, and he carried her so she was closer to the window. "I'm sorry."
She was shocked, "Oh no. I know what youre about to do. I swear to God if you shove me in, i'm gonna lock you out."
"No. i;m sorry i got you sick."
She was sure she was red in the face. "What, i was sick since yesterday, remember?"
"you weren't this warm yesterday."
"oh shut up. But do keep hugging, it's friggin cold out here."
Will Graham smiled, "you're like the perfect little sister, you know that?"
She laughed, "nope. My brothers has always complained about me. Maybe you just haven't experienced the whole sister package yet."
Will Graham left right after he made breakfast. "i need to talk to Hannibal about this. I'll see you later. Don't hesitate to call when you feel unbearably ill."
"By later, you mean sometime today, right?"
"i'll try." He sighed. "Get well soon, Eve."
"Bye Illy." She said as she waved him goodbye.
Will Graham smiled, and it was the last genuine smile that Eve will ever saw in her life.
lol i think im gonna end this one in a chapter or two. stay tuned for the ending! :D i have an epic idea :3