Star Trek: Into Darkness was so insanely good. If anyone can find a good Khan fanfiction with an OC character, please tell me so I can read it. I don't want to have to start one myself, because I love Hannibal too much. I love all reviews, followers, and favorites! The first look of the new Anna.

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Hot raindrops slipped across shoulders, welcoming fingertips. It was the personal shower of a Dr. Hannibal Lecter.

Everything was so new, unfamiliar.
Pounding ears, chest, breath. All so alien.

It did not matter.

I was free.

"How do you feel, An-na?"

His face was sharply angled, skin too tight across his broad cheeks. His suit was a tailored masterpiece, posture and voice articulate. Amusement pulled the drawstrings of her lips.

This is the man I became so infatuated with?

"Dr. Lecter, how fortunate I am to fully make your acquaintance. I feel perfectly fine, and you?"

The man crossed his long legs, head tilting like an attentive bird. Lips quite full and stout, for a man, curled. "I am quite well. What do you mean to meet me 'fully?'"

"You are certainly aware of my personality attributes. It is, after all, why you've taken an interest in me, is it not?"
A slow smirk twisted one side of Anna Astor's mouth as his unwound. A plaintive innocence widened blue eyes. "Did you really think I wouldn't be aware of you, rifling in my files, pulling me from the hearth of Gideon's dirty little secrets?" She clicked her tongue, head shaking.

"It was you who suggested my expertise for the Chesapeake case. Perhaps not to the FBI directly, but to Alana Bloom. You knew she would lead us to one another. You knew I had a hidden personality. All you had to do was figure out how to push the other part of myself to unlock it."

"Are you suggesting a split personality disorder, An-na?" Hannibal's voice, deep and calm, vibrated through her chest. Anna's jaw tilted with a scolding tease.

"You as an esteemed psychoanalyst would not believe in such a phrase. A Dissociative Identity Disorder, perhaps, but if anything, it was the self you helped me discard that was the façade." A wrinkle creased her forehead, eyebrows rising. "The self Gideon locked me in, to protect my niece and future…Ah, 'victims,"

"If you had a Dissociative disorder, I do not believe you would hold the memories between that time and now. So tell me, what can you recall of the past few years?"

Every movement caught his attention. From the slight downturn of her face to the cat eyes so keenly watching him as well.

While he had unlocked a matching personality of his own, he had ultimately unfolded the many walls surrounding Anna Astor's own mind, pushing her still further away from him.

"I remember fragments. A voice, a smell," The woman paused, smoothly looked from his eyes to his lips and back. "A kiss."

A soft quiet filled the room, neither quite uncomfortable. A slow breath left Anna as she returned to her breezy, light aura.

"Tell me, Hannibal, were any of your actions genuine?"

"I do not understand your question-"

"Hannibal," His own name silenced him, the voice speaking still a smirk-mouthed smile. "You did exactly what you thought would make me want to remember my macabre ways. How you learned of them, I am still not quite certain. Was it simply the last act of ripping Andrew Rogers' heart out?"

He did not like being caught, even by her.

A vein grew prominent across his temple and his mouth pursed. "I was intrigued by your knack of cannibalism, and upon reading your psychiatric file felt a deeper conscious buried beneath the one you were currently in, yes. I was and am still not fully aware of all incidents before Rogers, however."

"You appealed to the innocence of my mind. You charmed your way in like a snake in the reeds, biding your time until I willingly surrendered myself," Anna sucked in a long breath, exhaling an open-mouthed smile. "You are naughty, Dr. Lecter,"

"You recall more than emotions, then," The psychoanalyst deduced from Anna's reiterated sentence. Instead of answering the woman stood, watching him closely.

She had found her clothing taking over half his closet, the familiar shampoo of her life in his very shower. Even if she could not recall every spectrum of memory from the past few years, months, weeks, it was obvious this man's involvement with her.

And, even if he was only playing her to reveal the darker substance within, it was a broad step to allow her so close, into his very bedroom.

Hands gripped the arm rests of his chair, back arched with her bent form.

Two bright, half-lidded blue eyes were before his, mouth tilted with the turn of her head.

Questions formed on the tip of her tongue, conscious, as he imperviously gazed back, unblinking.

Anna Astor smiled.

"There is no one in the world who will understand you the way I now can, Hannibal Lecter." It was a whisper warm on his skin, her eyes drawing from his lips to his eyes.

"-But is this the Anna you really want?"