When it time to make decisions

Bedelia sat on the edge of the bed and the bathroom door opened. The man walked from the towel in front of his face. Towel slumped down when Bedelia loaded handgun. "What have you done, Hannibal?"

"In what had to be"

"You let them see you," Bedelia stated.

"Let them see enough"

"How did it feel? To be seen"

"Don't ask me wonderful, Dr. Du Maurier. I am no longer your patient"

"Is Will Graham still alive?"

Hannibal was silent for a moment. "Will Graham was not competent to such a thing to therapy"

"What about the agent Natalie Pierce? Is she alive?"

Hannibal looked Bedelia deterrent. "It's not your subject"

"I see clearly your feelings towards her"

"Do you trust me?"

"I don't"

"I wouldn't kill you"

Bedelia looked at Hannibal for a long time, until she fell a handgun seem connected.

I held in my hands the French dictionary. I came upon a handwritten translation of open maltese. Ris de veau, meant sweetbread. I realized it. Slammed the book shut. When I turned, I exclaimed anguish. Stab my stomach. I crushing between the bookcase and that man. I didn't see his face, but recognized his voice. He dropped my handgun on the floor. I gasp my breath. "You are in shock. I don't want you to feel pain. After a while, you begin to feel dizzy, then put to sleep," he whispered in my ear. I started to resist anyway. "Don't resist. It's gentle. Like sinking into a warm bath," he said. I tried to push him away, but he struck the knife even deeper and I screamed in pain. Shook back behind the glass display case, which received shiver of pain even more my body. Still knife in my stomach, he put me gently to the ground. "You are unique, I admire your courage," he pulled a knife out of a strong and I grunt pain. Then a knife approached menacingly toward my heart. "I think I could eat your heart"

My eyes flew open and I got up to sit out of breath. My heart smote hard. Between the curtains were digested with a little sunshine. I grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand. It was six in the morning. I realized that my alarm clock had wake me up. Thank God. Alarm saved me from a terrible nightmare in the end, that seemed real. I scrambled to the edge of the bed and instinctively felt the movement my scar in the stomach, former stab scar. There's only been a week, and I'm not able to get rid of nightmares. I walked over to the chair and threw robe back of upon. I opened the curtains and started walking downstairs. I picked up the morning mail, which was among the clutch. A strange time for letters. Nevertheless, I walked inside, because the air felt chilly, even though the sun was shining. I left the morning paper on the kitchen table, and I focused on that letter. The envelope was fine handwriting written on my name. Opened the envelope and took out the letter.

Dear Natalie,

In recent news is time. How are you? Give consent blow was not fatal, but I think that you have already knew it. Will's status is sure to be more serious. Here, where I am, it's very beautiful. You will like it. But circumstances don't allow the time to write a longer letter. I look forward to seeing you.

- Hannibal Lecter

I looked at the short letter for a long time. I could feel the shivers along the spine. I could stare at the name at the end of the letter. It's got a horror and rage coming through me.

I returned to the academy after three hours of awakening. I looked at Jack's offices through the door, which was quite empty. I turned my head away and completely take fright. Hazel was standing in front of me. "Damn"

"Sorry," Hazel said. "Are you okay?" She looked at my face.

"I'm all right," I replied. "Is there any news to the hospital?" I asked.

"Nothing," Hazel said a regretful.

"I will kill Hannibal, if Will doesn't wake up," I muttered in looking at Jack's offices.

"There is still hope," Hazel said. "Shall we go though the cafeteria?" She suggested. I answered yes, because I knew that Hazel wanted to cheer me up.

I seat FBI – Academy's cafeteria opposite the Hazel. I looked at the cup. "Tell me when you're ready," Hazel asked calmly. "I've seen recently, nightmares," I told.

"About bloodbath?" Hazel asked.

"I see always the same nightmare, but it changes a little every time" I told and I could feel the horror, when I wake up in the early morning.

Hazel became increasingly worried. "You always see when Lecter stab you, right?"

I looked at the coffee cup to Hazel. "I was so close," I said quietly. "He just twisted to our advantage. I realized it earlier. I was so close that I had to catch Hannibal, so close! And now he's somewhere on the run! " I found myself resisting the cafeteria's people turn to look at me. Hazel glanced at them once and turned to me. "He will catch up," Hazel assured. I pressed the palm of the hand on my forehead and then I grope my hair. "He knows everything about me. None of us is unlikely to be smarter than him, but I do know that he didn't want to kill me."

"It's certainly a reason," Hazel had doubts.

"There's a reason," I assured. "And it terrifies me like hell"

Hazel was silent for a moment. "He loves you," she realized.

"And what he plans to do next? It's precisely because I have to catch him this time," I said. "I received a very nice mail in the morning and when I mentioned the nice, it's not"

"What do you mean?" Hazel frowned. I dug a letter to my bag and showed it to Hazel. I didn't let her touch it. I showed only the envelope with my name and I was taken by letter raised. Hazel took a long time in the beautiful handwriting written my name. "I have to take this to Brian and Jimmy admissible. That is why I can't let you touch this"

"I understand," Hazel said. "What did he write?"

"There is no such thing, which might suggest where he is at the moment. Of course, he didn't even disclose it to me. Expect to our meeting, "added the bitter tone.

"Brian and Jimmy sure find some of that," Hazel nodded toward the letter.

"Other than my fingerprints," I added.

Bedelia had run off the Museum to pack up her stuff. Now she would go and tell the FBI where Hannibal is. Bedelia was leaving the house, but to her great shocked Hannibal stepped inside the house behind him was Anthony Dimmond, who was previously had for dinner. Hannibal closed the door behind him. Bedelia was no escape route.

Hazel sat in the research room stool table on the other side. I looked next to Brian and Jimmy examine the letter. There was a long silence, because they seriously studied it intently. Then Brian opened his mouth: "There is nothing between you and Dr. Lecter's fingerprints"

"Isn't nothing to support the conclusion that he was?" Hazel asked.

"No," Brian replied.

"He clearly could not assume that this is going to the FBI for examination," Jimmy added, and gave the letter back to me. "You should be keep this safe"

"I know," I replied, and I accepted the letter.

"Beautiful places are many," Hazel remarked, meaning a small hint of the letter. I noticed someone going over the research room. I left the room without saying anything. "Hey!" Exclaimed the man back. "Where the hell have you been?" I snaps when Tiernan turning towards me.

Bedelia watched when Dimmond fell on he floor face with blood. She heard Hannibal asking her for something. "What?" Bedelia asked. "Are you going to observe or participate in?"

"Observe," Bedelia said gently. Her heart pounded. She would come to see the murder in front of her eyes.

"You said that you only want to observe. This is just patience, Bedelia," Hannibal took steps closer. "Do you know what he could do?"

Bedelia was not able to match.

"This is what you could ever expect," Hannibal looked at the door and then crawling Dimmond. Tears threatened to drip Bedelia eye corner. "Yes," Bedelia said quietly. "That is patience," Hannibal blurted out to her. Dimmond was reaching out his hand from the door handle. Hannibal walked a swift steps towards him and twisted Dimmond's necks. Bedelia closed her eyes. She was able to hear how the bones were broken. Then she looked terrified when limp body slumped on the floor.