We sat at the dining table and ate my aunt's half decent steaks. Most of the time, my aunt's cooking is either all right or crappy. But whenever she has a date over, she gets serious and starts cooking properly. I'd look over at Hannibal to see if he was still alive or foaming at the mouth already. He seemed fine but I still looked over every once and awhile to check. I just did this because once a date of hers choked from her lack of cooking skills (And the meat was still a little raw).

About several minutes into the dinner, they started talking about psychology and the fields its involved in. I almost fell asleep from all the somewhat smart talking. My aunt always lied to guys about what she did in college or what she wanted to be that involved the work they had. So, basicall, right now my aunt's telling Hannibal that she had studied psychology in college but never used this 'knowledge' after she graduated.

My aunt really did go to college but she only studied simple things and never got a job for any of those simple things. She just works in a hair salon. But, she always lies about that she wanted to be a cook or she studied to be a lawyer years ago. And this is one great reason why I couldn't wait until she sent me out. That way, I wouldn't have to hear her lecture lie after lie. My aunt Tracey is a worse liar than me, I swear.

Although, I was becoming quite annoyed with her always flirting or trying to show her different parts to Hannibal. Aunt Tracey was looking like a fucking slut tonight, try to seduce or impress him. I felt like threatening her with a butter knife when she tried wiping 'crumbs' off his jacket, which was near his chest. Hannibal just played along like aunt Tracey wanted it to (Except he's not being caught in her seducing trap like the others).

Dinner had finally ended and I was ready for Hannibal to leave or say he had to get home for work tomorrow. I had no intension of leaving the house with aunt Tracey alone with Hannibal. It's not that I didn't trust him or that I thought my sksny aunt could over power him, I just didn't like her getting all over him. Plus, I wanted to see the look on her face when he rejects her.

"Tracey, this dinner was delicious and you have such a lovely home, but I'm sorry to say I have to leave."

"How come?"

"Well, there are some things I need to take care of tomorrow so I must get to bed at a decent time." My aunt looked disappointed when he told her this. I've never seen her this way before.

"I'll see you Thursday, Tracey. You too, Miss Alkins." I nodded my head and went upstairs to my room. I changed from my long black dress into some pants and a t-shirt. I then laid down on my bed to try and enjoy the rest of my Saturday night. Aunt Tracey might bitch and gripe at me tonight and tomorrow, so there's something to expect. Unlike the figure in my doorway.

"Hello, Nicole," Hannibal said, breaking the silence and my concentration. I jumped and almost fell out of my bed from hearing him.

"Hanibal? I thought you had to leave."

"I do but I forgot something."

"What is it?"

"To kiss my girlfriend good night." I blushed and stood up from my bed.

"But, if you stay here, my aunt will get really suspicious."

"She thinks I'm getting something out of the bathroom. Don't worry." He walks closer to me and we kissed again. But, instead of it being a quick peck, it was kind of long. I was getting nearvous that my aunt might see what we were doing. She would not take it very lightly.

But, Hannibal replaced my worry for a moment with a kiss to my neck. Then he started to nibble on it, then lick and bite it. His bite was kind of hard and it hurt but he didn't go any deeper into my skin. He continued to suck, lick, and bite my neck like resisting cannibal. I don't know. It's the weird shit that comes to my head sometimes. It wasn't so bad but it still kind of hurt.

And then, my fears came alive.

"What are you doing?" Hannibal's teeth jerked away from my neck so fast I felt discomfort from the sudden feeling.

I looked at my aunt in horror as she stared at my saliva smothered neck. Although, it's more than likely that I have a massive hiccy on my neck right now. She knows what she saw and I can't hide or lie about what happened.

"Is this what you two have been doing this whole week?"

"Ms. Jarvis, please calm down," Hannibal said with calmness in his voice. I didn't under stand how he could be so calm in a moment like this.

"How could you do this to me, Dr. Lector? Why are you doing such things to my niece?"

"This had only just started, Ms. Jarvis. I'm not trying to defile her-"

"That didn't look like you weren't trying!"

"Ma'am, if you'll calm down we can sort things out-"

"How many other times have you done this to young girls? You're a pediphile!" I'm fucking 18! I'm not a kid anymore, dammit!

She ran down the hall, down the stairs, and to the phone in the living room with Hannibal right after her. I heard a little bit about what happened down there. Aunt Tracey was trying to dial the police but was stopped by Hannibal. They were fighting for several moments until it all stopped. But a strange sound came from down stairs that I couldn't describe. I was frightened to go down there because my aunt wasn't making a single sound and usually she should be trying to call the cops or yell. My aunt is deathly quiet.

I took aa much courage as I could gather and walked down the stairs. The weird noise continued and got louder as I decended the steps and onto the floor. Something was being ripped apart into many pieces. But, whatever was being ripped was undetectable to my ears.

I peered around the corner to where the living room was and prepared myself for what I'd find. My aunt could be dead, bound and gagged, being held hostage, maybe even raped while gagged. I really didn't know what to expect or what I was going to find.

I peeked my head into the living room and saw a horrifying sight.

Aunt Tracey's torso was torn open and most of her insides were poured out of her. Blood covered the carpet and she looked towards my direction with scared eyes. They almost showed a hint of innocence in them but other than that, fear. And above my mutilated aunt was Dr. Hannibal Lector, eating away at her stomch (Yes, I know what the stomach looks like, is that weird?).

I stood there, speechless and shocked. I didn't know if I should say anything or do something. This was too much to take in in one night.

He stopped devouring her stomach and looked behind him to see me. Blood and different pieces of what I supose are flesh or organs dripped down his mouth. He got up and walked slowly towards me.

"Nicole, remember Wednesday night? The night before going to your appointment with me?" I nodded my head slowly and stood there, frozen.

"Remember the man that tried to take you into that building?" I nodded again. I was starting to think about what he's been trying to imply.

"You told him you'd tear his throat apart and pull out his esophogus through his mouth, correct?" I stared at him instead of nod. I think we both knew what he was trying to say.

"Yes, you're guess is right, Nicole. I was the person that killed that man and ate his esophogus. Did you see that happen?" I nodded and grew even more frightened now that he was closer to me again. My hands trembled as I tried to gather my words.

"Why did you do this?"

"Nicole, I'm a cannibal. When my sister was killed, the men who killed her ate her in front of me. After some time, I too started eating humans but not for survival. I killed that man because I didn't want him hurting you. I didn't want you to end up becoming worse than what you were in the beginning. But, killing your aunt was really a selfish thing. I didn't want her to separate us because of this. If she called the cops, it would only bring too many complications that weren't necessary."

"Hannibal...Are you going to kill me?"

"No. I love you too much to do that." I started crying again and he put his arms around me once more as I sobbed into his chest. Eventually, my sobs ceased but Hannibal kept his arms around me the whole time.

"Nicole,we're just the same now." I looked up at him to see him looking down at me.

"How are we the same?"

"In the end, I had no one left. And now, you don't either. All we have is each other."

"Yeah...That's true." I looked over at my aunt with her cat now checking to see what's wrong with it's mistress.

"Are you afraid of me because I'm a cannibal?"

"I was. But, if you do love me, it's not a problem." He chuckled for once in several weeks.

"You really are one of the most interesting patients I'll ever meet. And you know what else?"

"What?"

"The skin of my lover always tastes the sweetest." I blushed and put my hand on my sore hiccy. He chuckled at my shyness and took my hand.

"Pack up your things, my love. We must leave before people get suspicious.


Over the years, Hannibal and I had gone through some challenges. After my late aunt's body was found and I was nowhere to be seen, the police started investigating. Everyone thought I was either missing, a run away, or abducted by the killer.

Well, after a long time, they finally figured out that Hannibal was the one who killed my aunt and they tried finding him. Eventually they did but I wasn't there because I was out with our kids. Yes, Hannibal and I had children in the middle of this whole chaos. We had two sons, Darvey and Vincent. I know the names are weird.

The police still didn't know I went with Hannibal willingly. I'm still a missing person but I grew my hair out and dyed it.

Our children still don't know about their father's cannibalistic nature and that they may end up developing it as they get older.

Right now, as the ten and eleven year olds sit around playing, I put my trench coat on.

"Mom," Vincent, the youngest, asks in a small voice, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to pick up Dad and bring him home."

I gave each boys a kiss on the cheek, instructed Darvey to watch things and be careful while I'm gone, get in my car, and mess around with the knife in my pocket.