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Chapter 49

Song(s): Goodbye Horses (Saigon Blue Rain)

Dr. Hannibal Lecter's Residence,

10:34pm

Feeling the low moan escaping from her pursed lips, Oliveah moved her hand down and spread her fingers onto the back of Hannibal's head as he slowly kissed along the curve of her hip bone. Arching her back as she felt his lips inching along the inside of her right thigh, she couldn't help but gasp as he made contact with her sex.

"Hannibal…"

Breathing heavily as she flexed the fingers of her left hand against the bed sheet, she curled her fingers around the expensive fabric as she felt the Doctor's lips tracing along the puckered skin of her wrist.

Jesus, he knows just what to do…

Sighing with disappointment as she felt his lips leaving her skin, Oliveah opened her eyes just in time to feel Lecter settling himself between her thighs, giving a single deep thrust forward as she felt the warmth of his breath against her ear. Closing her eyes as she felt her orgasm building with every thrust, she arched her back and felt the palm of Hannibal's hand against the side of her jaw, cupping her cheek as he groaned deeply, releasing himself inside of her. Feeling him coating her inner walls, she bit her lower hip hard, tasting blood before letting out her own pleasurable cry.

Two Hours Later…

12:34pm

Opening her eyes as she took a deep breath, Oliveah slowly moved to sit up against the headboard as she brought a hand up against her forehead.

"I'm sweating."

Shaking her head as she noticed Hannibal absent from his side of the bed, she took a moment to listen for movement before throwing the comforter back, feeling the rooms cool air on her bare legs. Walking over to the closet, she pulled the door open and selected one of Hannibal's crisp white dress shirts swinging it around her shoulders before pushing her arms through the sleeves. Leaving the top two buttons undone as she smoothed the ironed hem down over her bare thighs, Oliveah walked out of the bedroom and stood in the hallway, listening for the Doctor.

Walking slowly down the staircase as she kept a hand on the wooden banister, she heard nothing before noticing the slight flickering of firelight from beneath the half-closed study door. Pushing it open slowly with her fingertips, her eyes immediately fell on Hannibal sitting attentively at his desk, wearing pajama bottoms and a black pull over sweater.

Hearing the gentle tearing of paper, she watched silently as Hannibal's fingers perfectly tore out complete sheets before setting the papers in a neat pile on the desk corner.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing Oliveah's question as he continued ripping out each page, the Doctor straightened up the pile as he steadied his eyes on the empty shell of hardcovered leather books.

"Protecting my patients."

Moving over to the desk, Oliveah laid a hand on his sweatered shoulder before giving it a squeeze.

"Are you going to burn all their notes?" she questioned, glancing down and catching a few elegantly scrawled names.

"Yes."

Chewing on her next question, Oliveah watched as Hannibal shifted to allow her space to sit on his thigh. Taking a seat, she felt his arm snaking around her waist before feeling his fingers resting on her bare thigh.

"Did you, take any notes on me?"

Sitting back in his leather chair as he slowly caressed her the back of her knee, Hannibal brought his hand up and pressed his lips against the inside of her palm.

"All of my notes are in here" he replied, lightly touching his temple before reaching forward to finish tearing out the last book. Keeping silent as she watched him delicately rip out a few lined pages, she moistened her lips as she felt Hannibal's fingers drawing small circles along the inside of her knee.

But you still don't know everything about me

Nor I about you

"Do you have notes from Will's sessions?"

Knowing that she would ask him such a question, Hannibal breathed in deeply as he moved his eyes onto the flames in the fireplace.

"I've burned those already."

Glancing over to the fireplace, Oliveah rose to her feet and touched the edge of the desk ask she slowly walked to stand in front of the flames. Catching sight of a few corners of the burning papers amongst the flames, she closed her eyes and brought a hand up against her forehead.

"You should go back to bed."

Hearing Hannibal's voice as she took a deep breath, she felt his hand against her lower back before touching her forehead.

"You're warm." Frowning as he detected a slight fever, Hannibal felt the young woman taking a step backwards to rest against his front.

"You are in your first trimester, and the risk is still great in loosing the baby Oliveah. You need to rest."

Fifteen minutes later…

Setting a napkin wrapped glass of ice water on her bedside table, Hannibal took a seat near her hand and brought his fingers up once more against her forehead.

"You're feverish Oliveah."

Listening to Hannibal's observation with a slight irritation in his voice that brought out the former Physician, she spied the two regular strength Tylenol beside the glass of water as she reached out and took them between her thumb and forefinger before taking a large sip of water.

"I've had a lot on my mind."

Obviously

"What do you plan to do about Mason Verger?"

Mason

Just one part of my exhaustion and fever

"Will you kill him now? Or will you wait Oliveah?"

He wants me to make my final decision….he is tired of waiting

Wincing as Hannibal waited patiently for an answer to his question, the young woman pressed her back hard against the headboard.

"Mason Verger will die by my hand."

Nodding his head in agreement as he rose to his feet, Lecter took the half empty glass of water from her fingers and downed the contents as the ice-cold water froze the back of his throat.

"In six days, we leave Baltimore forever."

Hearing his words, she knew what he was referring to.

I have six days to plan my kill

Six days…

"Perhaps, we shall extend him a private dinner invitation?"

Looking up into Hannibal's face, she stared into his dark burgundy eyes as he leaned close and kissed her forehead.

"I also want to see Abigail before we leave."

Moistening his lips as Oliveah spoke, Hannibal replaced the empty glass on the bedside table before tugging down the cuffs of his sweater from his elbows.

"I've already explained to you Oliveah, that Abigail is gone."

She's not dead

He set her free, missing an ear, but he set her free

"I don't care. If I have to drive hours away to see her for five minutes, I don't care Hannibal. I want to see her before we leave."

Feeling his upper lip twitching as he stared into her eyes, Lecter nodded his head slightly as he watched Oliveah settling back against the sheets.

"Pleasant dreams Oliveah."

The next day…

8:12am

Sitting at Hannibal's desk in the downstairs study, Oliveah brought her eyes up from the laptop screen and onto the window facing a thorny rose bush. Catching sight of a small robin sitting on a branch, she felt her lips pulling into a small smile.

Spring is here

Letting her hand fall onto her stomach, she rubbed small circles as she watched the bird take flight into the sky.

"And you arrive just after Fall."

Returning back to the screen, she finished adding her Masters degree to the Education section of her resume before clicking save. Closing the lid of the laptop, Oliveah ran her fingers along the edge of the wooden desk before pulling open the drawer. Taking out a black fountain pen, she spied a lined notepad and moved it to sit directly in front of her on the laptop. Uncapping the pen, she drew a line straight down the middle of the page before writing a word on either margin.

Girl

Boy

Staring at the words, she let the tip of the pen hover above the page before she tossed it down. Ripping the sheet off the pad, she crumbled it quickly between her hands before whipping it across the room towards the garbage can.

"Fuck sakes…"

Closing her eyes as she breathed into her cupped hands pressed against her mouth, Oliveah sighed as she felt like grabbing a pillow and screaming into it.

How in the hell can I even begin to think of names for you days after Andrew has been murdered?

Quickly running her fingers through her hair, she ripped open the desk drawer and swept her hand backwards, watching the pen and notepad fall back inside with a loud thump just as the doorbell rang deeply through the house. Rising to her feet, she moved over to the window and crossed her arms over her sweatered chest as she moved her eyes across the yard.

Leaving the study, Oliveah rounded the corner of the bottom staircase and walked slowly down the hardwood corridor towards the foyer.

If it's you Jack, my cell phone had an untimely accident this morning she thought, remembering back to earlier in the morning when she had held the hammer in her hand. Twisting the deadbolt, she slowly pulled open the door and stared at the tall glass vase of blood red roses held between the hands of an elderly man.

"Delivery for a…Mrs. Lecter?"

Blinking her eyes quickly, Oliveah stood as still as stone as the man shifted awkwardly on the step.

"This is, fifty-one Springlake correct? I left my glasses on the dashboard…"

Staring at the vase of flowers, she felt the palms of her hands starting to sweat as she blinked slowly.

Am I Mrs. Lecter?

"M'am? I've got a lot of deliveries to make."

"Yes, I am Mrs. Lecter."

Hearing the words flowing out of her mouth with ease, Oliveah reached forward and took the vase between her fingers as the man gave her an awkward smile before glancing up at the house in front of him.

"You and your husband have a really nice house."

Saying nothing as she took in the strong smell of the roses, she stepped back inside and closed the door with her foot. Spying the small white greeting card with her first name elegantly scrawled across the front, she made her way down the hallway and entered the kitchen, setting the clear glass vase on the kitchen island. Staring at the flowers, Oliveah closed her eyes and breathed in the floral scent deeply before letting out a low hum.

Did you send me flowers Hannibal?

Will?

Reaching into the bouquet, she took out the envelope and flipped it over, seeing no writing. Opening up the flap, she pulled out the card and felt her blood run cold as she stared at the handwriting.

My, and my dear sister's thoughts are with you – Mason and Margot

Feeling her breathing growing shallow, Oliveah crumbled up the card up between her hands as she felt her anger boiling over.

"YOU FUCKER!"

Grabbing the vase with both hands, she turned quickly and threw it hard across the kitchen, watching it shatter against the closed pantry door. Breathing heavily as she marched over to the shattered pieces of glass on the floor, she stomped the sole of her black ballet flat on the heads of the perfectly formed roses just as a strong hand gripped her upper bicep, spinning her around with force.

"OLIVEAH!"

Throwing her fist out towards Hannibal's chest, she felt the pain radiating throughout her whole hand as she made contact.

"HE FUCKING KILLED HIM! HE KILLED HIM AND HE IS NOW TAUNTING ME!"

Feeling the Doctor's strong arm forcefully wrapping around her waist, she heard his keys fall onto the floor among the glass as he spun her around to face him, tightly gripping her upper arms.

"I am going to kill him…I am going to FUCKING KILL HIM! I'm going to slice off every single one of his fingers and make him swallow them one by fucking one!"

Staring down into Oliveah's face as she screamed with rage, Hannibal felt her tensing before she took a deep breath.

"Go have a seat Oliveah." Hearing Hannibal's firm instruction as she looked around to the shattered reflecting pieces of glass and stomped on blood red flowers, she watched as the Doctor bent down and took up a few rose petals between his thumb and forefinger. Breathing in the scent, he focused on the petal as he rubbed it against his thumb.

"Will you help me Hannibal?"

Hearing Oliveah's shaky voice from behind him, he turned and rose up on his feet as he spied the crumbled note in her hand. Reaching out, he took it between his fingers and read the words as his animal instinct began to take over.

Protect what is mine

Starbucks, Route 18 North, East Brunswick, New Jersey…

3:13pm

Later that day…

Pulling into the parking lot of the Starbucks off the I-95, Oliveah Adler laid a tender hand on her small stomach before grabbing her newly bought Blackberry. Thumbing in a quick message to Tyler, she locked the screen before pushing open her door. Feeling the warm breeze across her cheek as she adjusted her sunglasses, she walked up to the door and nodded her head in a silent thanks as a young boy held the door open for her.

Taking in a deep breath, she desired the strongest coffee possible until she felt her mouth, watering for caramel.

Pregnancy craving?

Taking her place in line, she tightened her fingers around the Blackberry in her pocket before remembering her parting promises to Hannibal hours earlier before she left Baltimore.

"I will not kill Mason Verger without you at my side."

"I promise, that I will not seek Mason out on my way to or back from New York City."

"I will return, before midnight."

Feeling slight bubbles in her stomach as she smelled the roasted coffee from behind the till, she had decided on a grande caramel macchiato to satisfy the sudden craving. Feeling the keys in her pocket as she took out her wallet, she felt the slight vibration from her phone as she read Tyler's text message.

I look forward to seeing you

Swallowing hard as she tucked her phone away, she placed her order and added a blueberry muffin before handing over a bill.

Taking a chance that Tyler had been notified by the FBI of Andrew's death, she had held her breath multiple times during their conversation as she listened to her friends howls and cries over the loss of his partner and best friend.

Not once, was she questioned on finding Andrew's body.

What did Jack Crawford say to you Tyler?

Hearing her name called as she approached the counter, Oliveah took up her purchases and as she turned around to find an empty table, she stopped dead and nearly dropped her drink.

What…

In the fuck is she doing here?

Staring at the mess of red ringlet curls belonging to Freddie Lounds, Oliveah walked around out of the sight of the tabloid reporter before turning to approach her from her right blind side. Tossing her bag down onto the table, she watched as the woman appeared startled before she placed her coffee down.

"Don't look so surprised to see me Lounds, this is not a fucking coincidence to see you in East Brunswick. Why the hell are you following me?"

Narrowing her eyes as she watched Oliveah taking a small sip of her sweet-smelling drink, Freddie simply folded her hands together and leaned in slightly.

"Why does something tell me, that you and Doctor Lecter may be on your way out from Maryland?"

Blinking slowly as she stared into Freddie's eyes, Oliveah betrayed no hint of emotion as she removed her muffin from the paper bag. Breaking off a piece, she popped it into her mouth and chewed silently as Freddie steppled her fingers.

"Perhaps you'll think of giving me your new address, and I will send you a copy of my book before it gets published."

"Your book of lies Freddie? Your book of bullshit that is aimed to destroy Abigail's life and possibly mine?" Oliveah added as she caught the reporter's eye cocking in interest.

"Abigail is already dead Oliveah, or did you forget that?"

Breaking off another piece of her muffin, she slowly chewed as she mentally cursed herself out for talking about Abigail in the first person

Think before you speak damn it

"I'm sure Hannibal could stop you from publishing whatever nonsense you are writing, or think that you are writing" Oliveah challenged as Freddie arched an eyebrow.

"Are you saying, that I should be looking over my shoulder for your Ripper boyfriend?" she questioned, lowering her voice as Oliveah stopped chewing.

"What makes you think, that Hannibal Lecter is the Chesapeake Ripper?"

"Well, where would you like me to start Oliveah?" Freddie challenged as she leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest.

"He fits the profile. He is a skilled surgeon, he has the knowledge of all the cases, and if you look at the time line of kills, they have died down since you have come into the picture. Something that I am sure, Jack Crawford and the FBI has noticed as well."

Hannibal should invite you to our last supper Ms. Lounds

"And now that you are fucking him in his expensive sheets…"

Grabbing her hot drink, Oliveah chucked it forward and watched as Freddie threw herself up onto her feet with a cry as she pulled at the stained fabric of her sweater, pulling it away from her skin.

"If you think that anything is off limits in my book, you have another thing coming Oliveah Adler!" Freddie spat as she roughly grabbed her bag and spun around on the heel of her boot.

"You are a fucking cunt Freddie Lounds! Good luck with your piece of shit theories!"

Watching the tabloid reporter stomping across the floor through a crowd of people who had just entered the shop, Oliveah felt the small smile spreading across her lips as a dark shadow fell over her and onto the table top in front of her.

Staring down at the shadow, she slowly turned around and fixed her eyes on the hard-worn face of a middle-aged man who stared into her eyes like an animal who had just selected his prey.

"Ms. Adler? My friend Mr. Verger, would like for you to come and have a chat."

Swallowing hard as she felt her entire body freezing with his words, Oliveah stared down at his thick hands as he folded them across his front.

"Shall we?"

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