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"Anna,"

A set of painted eyes rose, charming smile greeting him. "Agent Vulpiano. You made it,"

"I'd be a dick if I didn't when I asked you out, wouldn't I?" Anna laughed, nodding.

Night had fallen as the two ordered dinner. Anna had replaced her girly outfit for a sleek black dress, hugging hips, cut deep down her chest.

Magrim Vulpiano was putty in Astor's hands

"So, no brooding doctor looking over your shoulder tonight?" Anna's head tilted curiously. Vulpi grinned. "Dr. Lecter."

"Ah, him." Red lips only curved wider. Subtly she leaned forward, watching the agent's Adam's apple bob with a quick swallow. "Let's not ruin the night with such nonsense, hmm? I am not here with him, I'm here with you."

"Astor?"
"What do you want, Will. I'm busy"

Will Graham glanced around the room. Crawford, Bloom, and Dr. Lecter were watching him intently. Both men had attempted Anna Astor's new-found cellular number, receiving a voice-mail answer.

Upon Will's call, the woman had decided to pick up.

"Where are you?"
"Some overpriced boutique with Cecelia, fighting over a wardrobe for Lily's room. Why?"
"Crawford has decided to go through with Abigail's wish of driving all the way to her home state."

"That is a nineteen hour drive. If that idiot thinks I will remain in a car with you people for that long he's fucking-" Graham instantly tore the phone from his ear with a grimace. Hannibal nearly smirked. He felt quite the same way. Crawford snatched at the phone.

"Care to finish that sentence, Astor?"
"You think I am swayed in opinion just because you can hear it? I won't drive all the way there. I will not. Perhaps if she decides against staying in Minnesota, we can drive back. But in her health condition it would be unwise for her to travel such a distance in a tight, motorized vehicle. I am giving this as my medical opinion. I will see Dr. Bloom, Abigail, Dr. Lecter, and William tomorrow."

Anna hung up abruptly, just as a tall, handsome man came back to her table. Anna beamed.

"I was beginning to fear that you had left me, Agent Vulpiano." The young man laughed.

"You, Anna? Never."

Agent Magrim Vulpiano was on a role.

Led to her empty, beautiful home, body against his. Hands on his chest, pulling his hair, unzipping his pants.

The brunette goddess sat on his hips, undressed to matching Victoria's Secret. Those seductress lips smirked and fell open, pressing to his. A sharp, quick pain caught his side. Vulpiano flinched but let it pass, returning to the bliss of Anna Astor.

Time was slowing. Hands felt like lead and they fell away from the woman.

The woman, sitting up slowly, watching him,

Syringe in hand.

"What…what the fuck?" He managed, too tired to raise his head. Anna almost looked sympathetic.

"You…drugged me?"

"Oh, Magrim. I haven't drugged you." Anna slid off his waist, standing on long legs as she wiped the rim of her bottom lip with one finger.

"I've killed you."

It would be different, she thought, dissecting this time.

When she had so easily cut out a human's organs before, the men were murderers, rapists. It was almost just, killing them. This man, this single agent with no crimes other than hitting on her, had no record of fault.

And yet, her conscious did not waver. A force took over her body and killed Agent Vulpiano with one quick injection. His last sensation was her body against his.

And now, with his corpse on her basement table, he felt nothing.

"Good morning, doctor," Anna's voice was cheerful in greeting. Hannibal Lecter turned, curious. She was indeed speaking to him. A small bag dangled from one hand and eyebrows quirked. "Another gift for Abigail?"

"Actually, Handsome Hannibal, it's for you." Anna stepped closer, offering the bag. Her fingers still grasped the bag when he held it from the bottom. Blue eyes watched his, half-lidded.

"To tie you over the plane trip." her mouth murmured. Will caught her eye and Anna was off, catching a teenage girl near the agent by the waist.

"Anna!" Abigail squealed, though not angrily. The woman laughed and so it went, small talk initiating.

Hannibal opened the bag, curious. An oriental take-out box appeared with unsnapped chopsticks. He unfolded the box, revealing a bed of white grains sprinkled with diced vegetables. Dark, glossy chunks of meat were rooted in the rice.

With nimble fingers and an unmoving glance around, Hannibal Lecter picked a piece and stuck it between his lips.

It was suburb.

Oh, gražus Anna, what a wicked web we weave.