She took a bullet and she blew out her brains
She didn't say goodbye, she just went away
And now who's missing her?
I wish she was here
Her name was Angel and she'd had a bad year
The Pretty Reckless, Where Did Jesus Go
The evening air had a soft breeze to it that carried a refreshing coldness through the air, summer was officially in full swing with the current week being the hottest of the year meaning the night's breeze was much deprecated by all at the airport; probably everyone in the state. People scurried around behind Marcus Delaware looking for taxis and yelling at their kids for wandering off but he paid no attention, instead he lit a cigarette taking deep breaths of the wonderful smoke; each time he did so it illuminated his aged bearded face. A smile decorated his evil face and a large left hand ran through his salt and pepper hair, it was good to be back. Enough time had passed them by to let Lecter and his family feel safe but that was the furthest thing from what they were, in the time since his last dalliance with Doctor Lecter Marcus' business had thrived and boomed to new heights in the other forty-nine states but he'd left this one deteriorate and that was unacceptable, thus he had returned to set things straight. Marcus would make some Alphas very happy in just a short while, the Omegas could probably be happier but Delaware didn't give a shit about them, the more they suffered the better in his opinion. Cordell Doemling wasn't too far behind him, his own personal Doctor Du Maurier to his Jack Crawford, though he doubted Cordell was stupid enough to get himself shot in the back.
The lug of a man vanished off to get a taxi leaving Marcus to finish his cigarette in peace, or at least it would have been peace if a ten year old girl behind him hadn't decided to throw a tantrum at eleven at night. In just a short time Marcus would have a supply ofOmegas ready to sell and once he was done with that he'd strike down Hannibal Lecter for not only trying to ruin his business but killing Francis Dolarhyde and forcing him to flee like pathetic prey. Oh, Doctor Lecter was going to regret the day he came across Will Graham on the side of the road. Cordell appeared and pointed to a taxi, Delaware threw his cigarette butt to the ground not bothering to stomp on it and got in the car.
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"Today yet another Omega has gone missing in the Baltimore area, that makes a total of six in the last week and it is believed that this number will only grow." Said the female news anchor as William watched intently. "This morning at approximately eleven o'clock Darlene Coleman vanished from the parking lot of a local mall, she is unmated and her parents fear the worst. Here to speak to us about these tragic disappearances is Police Chief Inspector Luka Cien. Inspector Cien, dose the Police have any new information on these disappearances?"
William's eyes flicked to Luka Cien to find an older man with greying hair and deep green eyes, he had broad shoulders and was clearly an Alpha. What most wouldn't notice was just how tired those eyes were or the way his shoulders slouched in his seat, the man was at his wits end and not just because of the case but something else, with the yellowing in the whites of his green orbs Will would guess Inspector Cien was ill, very ill.
"As you know everyone who has vanished so far has been an Omega. Sean Westmore,Sally-Ann Barrow, Tabitha Hucknall, Owen Nequest, Adrian Revell and now Darlene Coleman. As a result this has lead to many people believing that they have been sold into Omega Slavery and that these disappearances are actually calculated kidnappings. Regrettably at this time we can neither confirm nor deny those rumours."
"So what you're saying is that the Police have no idea what's going on?" Questioned the Alpha female. "That these kidnappings could never be solved just like the murderers of The Chesapeake Ripper or The Flag Killer."
"The FBI are working hard to put an end to the crimes of both serial killers and are consulting with us on these disappearances. We expect to form a task force made up of local Police and FBI agents from their field office soon." Cien told her in his deep voice.
"Have any ransom demands been made? Are the Police treating these disappearances as kidnappings or something else? Is this Omega Trafficking or do you believe they have been murdered?"
This reporter really didn't care how many family members she upset and Will recognised her as a more successful version of Freddie Lounds. Cien sighed before he stated to speak.
"As of yet there is nothing to suggest these people have been the victim of a homicide, apart from that I can't comment."
"Why not?" The female Alpha asked a little too quickly.
"Partially out of respect for the families but also because we cannot reveal certain aspects of the case."
Will didn't need to hear anymore he already had a nauseated feeling in the pit of his stomach and it made him cuddle Sebastian closer to his chest. His eyes drifted down to Claude and Valentina playing on the floor with Snapper and Stripes and some other toys, if Marcus had come back Hannibal and Will would do whatever it took to keep their children safe. Besides they were an army now, two notorious Alpha serial killers, a Beta who would kill just as well as an Alpha and two Omegas that were easy to underestimate.
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Night had again fallen by the time Marcus Delaware arrived outside the abandoned warehouse at the docks he'd be using to sell off his collected Omegas, the warehouse backed onto the waterfront looking out into the far off distance. It was a run down little warehouse that looked rat infested and way too grey for his liking; it was one of those places that just made him want to look to the camera and ask if this was a joke. The placewas secluded though so that was one boon for him to work with.
Beer, that was the first thing he smelt followed by mould. There were two floors of the warehouse, well the second floor was more of an oversized catwalk, but a second floor nevertheless. Large square pillars ran the length of the building holding the remnants up, each one was coated in pealing white and green paint; the only problem was that age had turned the white a hideous yellow and the green almost black. There isn't enough bleach in the world. It didn't have to be the Ritz though, they'd only been there one night. His Beta's had already gotten a generator up and running granting the place light for the evening and Alphas ready to spend their money had already started to arrive. It was a good turn out, the Alphas of Baltimore had been longing for another of Delaware's auctions.
His replacement for Dolarhyde came in the form of a six-foot-seven man built like a brick privy with mocha skin, a shaved head and more muscles than a whole football Kett was his name, or just Kett, God help the idiot that called him Percy they'd be found the next day with their tongues cut out and having been beaten to death by their own dismembered arm. Percival Kett wasn't the sort of may one wanted to meet in a dark alley; unless he worked for you that was. He was a handsome man with dazzling white teeth and pure charm that could get a woman out of her panties in under a minute but on the inside he was evil and sadistic. Why Kett wasn't a serial killer already was beyond Delaware.
Marcus couldn't stand there thinking all day though, he had Omegas to sell. A makeshift stage had been set up in one corner of the warehouse, the cleanest one he noticed, topped with a podium. Kett pushed one of the captured Omegas up onto the stage as Alphas gathered around to get a better look and Delaware made his way up to the podium. Alphas watched with hungry eyes as Kett cut the male Omegas underwear off revealing him to everyone in the room, the blonde tried to cover himself but Kett just pulled his arms back exposing him once more.
" Name?" Marcus asked in his deep Alpha voice that ended with a hint of gravel from years of smoking.
" ... S... Sean." The blonde Omega managed through panicked breaths.
"Age?"
When Sean showed no sign of answering Kett slapped him in the back of the head with enough force to make Sean's head bounce around his skull.
"Twenty-one." He muttered.
"Lovely." Said Delaware turning to face the Alphas. "So, shall we start bidding at thirty thousand for this lovely young man?
An Alpha female was the first to respond happy to give up thirty thousand for young Sean but another woman had her eyes on him.
"Thirty-five thousand." She called out much to Marcus' pleasure.
" Forty-five thousand." Said a tall man with strawberry blonde hair towards the back of the room.
The first woman wasn't going to give up that easily though, bidding had only just started and so she raised her hand.
"Fifty thousand."
With each bet Sean's horror grew causing him to trembled more, Kett who still stood behind him smiled sadistically knowing it would only get worse once he'd been bought. He liked the look on their face right after Delaware shouted sold and they realised what was going to happen next. Fifty thousand turned into sixty and Sean thought he'd pass out.
" Come now , he's worth more than sixty." Marcus encouraged, determined to get as much for each Omega as he could.
After a few seconds the first female Alpha who seemed desperate to get Sean called out again.
"Seventy thousand!"
Marcus grinned sadistically.
"No advance on seventy thousand? Alright, sold to number fourteen." He turned to Percival. "Kett get the next one."
Kett pushed Sean into the arms of a Beta on Marcus' payroll who moved him into a waiting area while the tall mocha skinned man grabbed the next Omega from the holding cell they'd built. That was how the evening went for a long time and Sean managed to register a few of their names; Sally-Ann, Owen, Tabitha, there was another man but he'd not quite caught his name. Last on the stage was a short brunette woman with terrified blue eyes and extraordinary pale skin.
"Name?" Delaware demanded just as he had with all the others.
"Darlene."
"Age?"
"... Nineteen." She tried to sound brave but her eyes and shaking gave her away.
"Ooh a youngster. Let's start bidding at-"
Sean didn't listen to the rest he knew how it worked, and he found himself too lost in his own horrific thoughts. He was owned now, a slave. His life wasn't his own.
