Chapter: Mythology Taste
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….. Two Weeks Later: …..
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"Do you not have an appointment this afternoon?"
"At one."
"It's eleven, Hannibal."
"Trying to get rid of me?"
His amber hazel eyes flicker up to stare into her sea foam bluish green eyes. A small lazy grin appears on her lips making Hannibal to get a sly expression before bowing his head back to lying open mouth kisses down her stomach.
"I'm just simply reminding you. We have been in bed for the past two hours."
"If I didn't have this appointment today, we will be in this bed for two more hours or more." Hannibal mumbled against her bellybutton before lying a gentle kiss against it.
Reaching up, Noelle runs her right hand through his unkempt hair and she feels moist strands throughout his head of hair from their pervious intimate activities. Their appetite for one another will never extinguish.
"Yes, we would. I do have to get up though and go to work today too."
"Your seniors' capstones?" Hannibal places his hands on either side of her body before pushing himself up into a pushup position to hover over her.
"Yes. I have to discuss with a few of them about their formatting and going over what I want them to fix." Noelle told him as he moves up her body to lean down and brush his lips against her own.
"Sounds fun." Hannibal dryly said.
"Do make it sound exciting because I need all the motivation to get me to work after this lovely and long wake up call." Noelle told him, putting her hands upon his strong chest and gently shoving him aside and off her.
"Am I at fault?" Hannibal amusedly said as he leans up on his left elbow to watch her slide out of their bed in all her naked glory.
"What do you think, Dr. Lecter?" Noelle asked, glancing over her left shoulder to eye him with a smirk before looking forwards as she walks to their connected on bathroom to their bedroom.
Falling onto his back, Hannibal stares at the ceiling of the bedroom while his legs are tangle up in the thin sheets. A satisfying look comes across his face and he finds himself shutting his eyes, listening to the shower in the bathroom turn on.
"I believe my beautiful dear that we are both at fault for each other's actions." Hannibal purred with a chuckle.
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The office is fill with four seniors on their own laptops with their printed out capstone essay in front of them, going through them and looking at the comments that Noelle put on them. She is behind her desk, glancing at her students every so often and then looking at her laptop where she is checking over students in her other classes' essays.
Occasionally one of the senior's will come to her and ask her a few questions about their argument in their capstone or if they are still on the right track and not babbling nonsense through the paper. When a ping sound went off, the students look Noelle, who looks at her laptop to see that she just got an email from Hannibal.
"Just the mister." Noelle waved at them making the four seniors to nod and go back to focusing on their work.
The email started out about how is her day going and such before leading into how he feels at times that he is a marriage consultant. That made her to gently laugh and for her to ignore her students curiously eyeing her, wanting to know what is making her to laugh.
Replying back to the email, Noelle is grinning as she hits enter to send. Her eyes flicker up to her students to see them quickly look away and back down at their work. Amusement appears in Noelle's eyes as she knows that her students are always curious about her life out of work.
Only a few past students have met Hannibal or the twin boys. But most have only seen the twin boys or Hannibal from a distance. Thus, a lot of students try to figure her life outside of work as much as possible by asking her questions about her family or lifestyle.
After another hour passed, helping a few of her seniors with a few tips, they all left. Once they left, Noelle organized her office back to the way it had been before since the students did move it around. As Noelle went to go back to her desk, there is a knock on her office door.
With the door already open, she turns around to see one of her colleagues.
"Hello, Marc."
"Hello, Dr. Lecter."
"That's my husband, you can call me Noelle. You know that Marc." Noelle muster up a fake smile towards him.
The man before her is a colleague that teaches mostly the dead language of Latin. He is a man in his mid-forties, divorced and always tries to get onto Noelle's good side to be buddy buddies. For Noelle, she sees him as a creepy man that always pushes up his glasses with his middle finger, aftershave, and always wearing plaid vest sweaters.
No matter how many times Noelle mentions her husband and children in sentences, she notices Marc get a slight sneer. She knows that Marc is obsessed with her and she did mention it to Hannibal, but she didn't tell him how uncomfortable she is becoming this past year.
"I was wondering if you want to go have something to eat. It's getting late. Maybe a few drinks."
"Marc, that is sweet and all, but I don't drink." Noelle replied, standing behind her desk and grasping the edge of the desk.
As she stands behind her desk, Noelle is thinking that in the top right draw of her desk, she has a very sharp letter opener.
"Then we get something to eat."
"Um, is anyone else coming?" Noelle questioned, eyeing Marc as he is walking around her office now and eyeing the artifacts around the bookshelves.
"Well, I was thinking that we can go."
"Marc, listen I—"
"We have plans."
Both Marc and Noelle look to the door to see Hannibal standing there with a charming grin. Noelle lets her shoulders drop, a relief sighs escapes from her lips and her eyes are staring at the ceiling with thankfulness for her husband arrival.
"Ah, um, Dr. Lecter right?" Marc pointed at Hannibal.
"Yes. You are?"
"Marc Ranch."
"Oh, yes, Mr. Ranch. Pleasure." Hannibal and Marc shakes hands, but Noelle can see Marc wincing upon the handshake.
This makes Noelle to know that Hannibal is crushing Marc's hand in the handshake.
"Mr. Ranch, I have heard of you."
"Really now?" Marc smirks, glancing at Noelle making her to roll her eyes.
Noelle begins to pack her things, but sees Hannibal staring down Marc with that familiar mischief glint in his eyes. Hannibal looks at Noelle as she comes up to him. He takes her bag from her and he turns to look at Marc again.
"Yes, I have heard of you. Please to finally meet you. Now, my wife and I must go now." Hannibal said, literally staring down at Marc as Marc wasn't a tall man as he stands about five feet four inches while Hannibal stands at six feet.
"Right, well, see you two later." Marc clapped his hands together before quickly leaving.
"That's him?"
"Yep." Noelle lowly mumbled, walking out of the office and locking it behind her.
As Noelle went to walk to the stairs, she pauses upon seeing Hannibal not following. She looks back to see him eyeing the office doors at the name plaques specifically. Then his eyes flicker around the hallway to the corners to see if there is any sort of cameras. Years of being with him since early twenties and even joining him on some of his 'hunting trips,' she knows his routine.
"Shall we?" Hannibal turns around saying with a grin, fixing his coat before walking towards her.
"I know where he lives, Hannibal." Noelle lowly told him in his native Lithuanian tongue.
"Do you know the route he takes home?" Hannibal calmly replied in his tongue too.
Over the years of being married, Hannibal helped Noelle to understand his language. She already knew Italian and some French—obviously knowing Latin—thus, teaching his native tongue. She especially wanted to learn when he would curse in the language or mumble underneath his breath about something. She just wanted to know.
"There is only one and he has to travel through a large woods area. Plus, he lives on the outskirt in the woods."
"Would you like to join?" Hannibal asked, switching back to English while he pushes open the building door and together they walk outside.
Grabbing his hand, Noelle glances up at him as he stares down at her.
"What do you think after the amount of times I had to deal with that?" Noelle asked with a smirk.
Instead of replying, Hannibal bends his head down to lie his lips against her forehead before looking forwards with a pleased smirked.
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It is around eight o'clock at night, the twins were sitting at the dining room table eating food that had been prepared and sitting in the oven for them to come home. They were looking forwards to their parents as they haven't seen them for over two weeks because of school work.
Lifting up a wine glass filled with red wine to his lips, Tristan stares at his younger twin, who is eyeing the plate before looking up at him.
"What's the matter?" Tristan asked before taking a few sips of the rich red wine.
"Where do you think mom and dad are?" Leonardo asked, left eyebrow rising and picking up his silverware to continue eating.
"Probably out enjoying each other's company." Tristan shrugged his shoulders.
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A black sole of a boot slams down onto the throat of Marc when he tried to get up. His eyes are wide as he stares up into familiar sea foam greenish blue eyes.
"N-No—elle, wh—why?"
"No matter how many times I deny you, even hinted to you that I wish not to be around you, you just couldn't accept the denial. Trust me, I'm happily married to him." Noelle jabbed her thumb behind her before pulling her foot off Marc's throat and stepping aside as Hannibal appears.
Coughing, Marc tries to reach for his throat but sees that his hands are tied down. Thinking back to what happen when he had answered the door, he remembers getting punch then something being injected with a shot in his neck. Staring up at the Lecter couple, Marc knew that something had been odd with the Mr. Lecter because of his perfection yet dark eyes that appear to stare into souls.
Standing before Marc, Hannibal has his plastic suit over his outfit. He glances at Noelle, who has a matching plastic suit over her clothes, but underneath she is black leather pants, boots and black long sleeve shirt. She only wears the leather when they go on the occasional bike riding on a street bike. But since they don't have a motorcycle anymore, she wears the pants whenever she comes with him to do this sort of thing.
"Do you wish to help out?" Hannibal looks at her as she unzips a small black bag that might appear as a makeup bag, but when she pulls out a capped scalpel the bag becomes a medical bag.
"In what way?" Noelle asked, pulling the cover off the sharp blade and handing it to him.
"Are you two serious?" Marc blurted out causing Hannibal and Noelle to calmly look down at him.
"Serious about what?" Hannibal asked.
"You two are actually doing this. This is a joke or prank on me." Marc chuckled, but it slowly died down upon seeing Hannibal's serious expression while Noelle just sighs and licks her lips, shaking her head.
Noelle walks forwards and kneels down near Marc's head, giving him a fake smile before it drops off and she gets a sinister smirk.
"No. It's very real." Noelle said just as Hannibal slices off the shirt and places the scalpel on Marc's sternum.
"Wait, wait, can we work something out? Please." Marc pleaded, looking back and forth between them but his eyes resting on Noelle more.
SMACK
Eyebrows rising, Noelle looks at Hannibal with curiosity and surprise. She can see anger in his eyes as he stares down a wide eyes Marc. When Hannibal looks at her, he can see the shock on her face as she just witness him punching Marc across the face. The only time she sees Hannibal show his anger upon a prey is when they give him lip or a hard time.
"If you must know, Noelle here is, how should I phrase this so you understand…she is Persephone and I am Hades. But more intimate, similar and loving to one another on every second of the days. Then again, Persephone and Hades soon enough love one another."
"I und—understand. You are overprotective and alpha over her. Please, please don't do this."
"Indeed. You cross the line." Hannibal simply said, pushing the scalpel into Marc's sternum more cause the familiar teardrop bead of crimson red blood to appear.
A wince comes onto Marc face before tears are appearing in his eyes.
"Please, please don't do this. I will stop bothering your wife. I will stop looking in her direction. I'll give you money. I'll do anything." Marc quickly begged to Hannibal to which Hannibal glances at Noelle, who simply shrugs her shoulders.
"Told you he can't stop talking when no one wants him to." Noelle said before looking away from Hannibal to stare down at Marc once again.
"Please, I'll do anything." Marc kept begging to them.
"Beggers can't be choosers." Noelle simply said, patting him on the cheek before standing up straight and stretching out her body.
An amusement glint appears in Hannibal eyes at Noelle comment. He eyes her as she walks around Marc's kitchen, eyeing different kitchen appliances, and looking around the kitchen to see that the shades are down and the backdoor looks out to the woods. However, she still pulls the shades down and looks at Hannibal as he looks away from her and went to begin, but pauses again.
"Heart, liver or intestines?" Hannibal asked.
"What the fuck!? What do you mean!? What are you two?"
"We are a very interesting couple and the heart, Hannibal." Noelle answered with a grin before turning back to observing the kitchen before looking back as Marc lets out a scream when Hannibal begins calmly slicing through the skin.
"Do you know the story of Icarus?" Noelle asked out loud for anyone to answer.
"Daedalus and Icarus. Daedalus engineer a way to fly, but warned Icarus not to go to high up because the sun will melt away from the wax keeping the feather wings together. But Icarus didn't listen as he loved the feeling of being able to fly, feel the freedom that a bird does. Not listening to his father's warnings, Icarus met his fate and died by drowning in the sea." Hannibal explained in a short summary of the mythology story.
"Correct. So, Marc you see. You were too excited and ambitious to take the warnings. Soon you were trending in dangerous zone and still didn't heed the warnings. You're Icarus right now, Marc and you are now going to be a part of an ancient fatal charades." Noelle grinned causing Marc to only let out another scream as Hannibal kept working.
"A fatal charade of Daedalus and Icarus, my dear…do we have feathers?" Hannibal looks up at her with a raised eyebrow.
"We will. You're not the only one that has an artistic taste, honey." Noelle said, walking out of the kitchen, leaving Hannibal to his work.
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When Hannibal and Noelle enter their home close to midnight, they walk into the kitchen to only meet two twenty-one year olds staring them down.
"Now, where were you two?" Leonardo crosses his arms over his chest, trying to look authorize.
"At this hour?" Tristan added on before biting into a half-eaten apple.
"What are you, our parents?" Noelle scoff, walking by the boys and going upstairs.
Hannibal places the familiar black bag to the boys on the kitchen island countertop. They twins look at one another before looking at Hannibal with raised eyebrows.
"Who was it?" Tristan asked.
"Mr. Ranch." Hannibal said, unzipping the bag to pull out a seal tight package of a heart from the ice filled lunch box.
"That creepy guy?" Tristan snorted, shaking his head.
"I'm surprise you didn't take him out on day one when mom told you that he is obsessed with her." Leonardo pointed out.
"Yeah, I would have classified him as a creepy stalker. Always trying to flirt with mom and creepily showing up in places where she is." Tristan said, leaning his elbows on the countertop while he bit into the apple again.
"So you took his heart. What about the rest of him?" Leonardo eyebrows rose in curiosity.
Once the heart is in the freezer, Hannibal picks up the lunch box to empty the ice into the kitchen sink. He stares at the ice melting away in the stainless steel sink while the boys stood behind him, waiting for an answer.
"Let's just say that Icarus should've listen to Daedalus."
That made the boys to look at one another with raised eyebrows, wondering why their parents always do things with artistic ways.
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"What do you think about this Will? Is it the Copycat or the Chesapeake Ripper?" Jack looks over away from the crime scene in front of them to look at Will standing there.
"This looks familiar." Price pointed out as they continue to gather evidence.
"Yeah, it does appear familiar." Zeller tilts his head to the side before straightening it as he continues to take pictures.
"It's a Greek mythology story." Katz pointed out.
"Which one?" Jack asked.
"Daedalus and Icarus." Will answered as he steps closer to the body.
They were standing out in the woods near a bike trail. The body is Marc Ranch, his house a few miles from the bike trail. His body appears as if it fell from the sky and crash into tree branches to stop his fall. His legs are broken up to be able to wrap around the branch like a snake constricting around a prey. His arms are spread out, supported by other branches and there is some feathers all over his arms. Some still falling off as there is a slight breeze in the woods. Wax is dried up upon his skin. Then his chest looks as if something burst from it as the ribcage appear to be crush to show his impact from the sky. The heart is missing and his lungs appear to be full with liquid.
"Why does his lungs look full?"
"Water. Icarus had drowned when he fell from the sky." Will answered as he stares into the dull dead eyes of Marc Ranch.
"What is the message?" Jack steps up beside Will and asked as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"It appears that Icarus didn't heed a warning that he has been reminded of many times. His punishment was his wings being clipped and losing his freedom." Will answered.
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"What about the fatal charades? It says it in this book about using mythology stories in fatal charades. What's that?" A student asked in class.
Noelle takes her eyes off the mythology book that she is reading out to the class and she eyes the student that asked this. A charming smile comes to grace upon her lips. She shuts the book and places it on the table in front of the classroom and she stares at all her students with the smile still on her lips.
"Fatal charades was used as an execution style during the Colosseum days. You see, the Colosseum had various events during the days and weeks. From Gladiator fighting to exotic animal fighting one another like a tiger versus an alligator. Whatever pleased the crowd and gave entertainment, they did." Noelle explained, walking forwards to stand in the middle of the room since the students' desk are set up to be a horseshoe shape in rows.
"But there is one event that the crowd enjoyed and that was the fatal charades. The fatal charades was more of a punishment for justice. Usually a punishment against someone that broke some sort of law or morals. For example, let us say someone try to commit adultery against a high class member's courtesan or wife. They get arrested and the justice systems decides to put this man in the Colosseum for fatal charades." Noelle kept explaining, slowly walking around and eyeing her students.
All of them appear to be hanging off their seats as they listen in and interested about punishments during the Roman times. When it came to talking about the Colosseum, Noelle notices how the interested the class becomes as the Colosseum is a very interesting topic.
"For the fatal charades, they pick a mythology story relating to the Gods, heroes and so on. Now for this, they chose a story from the underworld punishments in Tartarus. There is a story about a man named Ixion, who got strapped to a wheel lit on fire while it spins because he lust over Zeus wife, Hera. He stays like that for eternity. Now, our criminal did a similar act; thus, they try to reenact this mythology story on the criminal in front of the whole crowd in the Colosseum. I think you can figure out what happens to him."
"He suffers as he burnt to death." A student blurted out.
"Correct. Fatal charades is an execution that, in a twisted way, pleases the crowd as they watch this public punishment. But at the same time, it is entertainment." Noelle said.
Another student raises their hand making Noelle to nod at them to speak.
"Would that be consider embarrassing to the one that is being put to death? I mean, in front of hundreds or thousands and you have to give them a good laugh or entertainment before being killed."
"Yes, it is in a way humiliating to the one that was being put to death. To die for others pleasure and entertainment by dressing up and reenacting a mythological story. Crazy how execution where back then, eh?" Noelle said, but in the back of her mind she is darkly smirking at the fact about how coincidental this class talk was after what Hannibal and she did a few days ago.
"Well that took up the rest of class time. See you next week." Noelle smiled as she watches her students pack up. She turns away and begins to pack up too, trying not to show amusement about that discussion.
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Hi,
Here's another chapter!
Sorry if any sort of historical information is wrong and what not.
Anyways, hope everyone is enjoying the story thus far. The next chapter is going to mix the show back into it. I'm trying to hint in the chapters of the TV series in certain parts, but I'm trying to keep the whole "things we don't see" in the mix too.
Thanks and keep on reviewing!
