Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 4 of Familiar Taste of Poison. I have to thank everyone who has left reviews on this story. It does mean a lot to me that you all are enjoying this. Most of this will be an original story with some episodes sprinkled throughout. But I'm going to make sure that there isn't a lot going on with the episodes. Since I do have another fic called Messed Up World that deals more with the episodes with an added character, Hannibal's wife. I think this next part is set during Episode 3. And of course, we're close to the full moon which means we might have a scene with the Full Moon Widow. Enough of my ramblings. I hope that you guys will enjoy this next chapter. Without further ado Chapter 4. ENJOY!

Chapter 4

Violeta took a soft breath as she went to leave her apartment to meet up with Hannibal at her usual time when her phone began to ring. Her brows furrowed as she dug in her purse for her phone. She looked at the caller id and saw that it was Hannibal calling. She pushed the answer button and brought it up to her ear. "Hello, Hannibal." Her voice came lightly over the phone even though it was heavily accented as she headed down the stairs.

"Violeta, I do apologize for calling so close to your time for our weekly meetup." Hannibal's voice smoothly came over the line. It wasn't giving anything away about why he was calling.

Violeta's brow raised slightly in concern. "Hannibal, what is it?"

"I apologize, my dear Violeta, but I have to cancel the meeting with you today."

Violeta stopped on the stairs, her eyes slightly widening at what Hannibal had said. "You never cancel appointments." She pointed out knowing that in all her years of meeting up with Hannibal that he never canceled appointments.

"I know, which is why I'm calling to apologize. Something came up."

Violeta's lips pursed together in a thin line. "Something that has to deal with the agent that showed up at your office?" She questioned trying her best to sound normal even though she was fairly concerned about why the FBI was even there to begin with.

"Yes, it was one of the cases that I ended up going on." He admitted softly knowing that it wasn't something that he could easily hide from Violeta. "I'm going to Minnesota."

"So I'll see you next week then?" She questioned softly, sounding not upset even though she was a tiny bit upset that Hannibal was putting himself in danger.

"Yes, Violeta. I apologize that I had to cancel it." Hannibal said softly letting her know that he was rather sorry about canceling her appointment.

Violeta turned and headed back up the stairs. "It's fine Hannibal. I understand why you're going to Minnesota. It's about the Minnesota Shrike's daughter, isn't it? To find answers?"

"You are wise beyond your years." Hannibal mused, his lips quirking knowing that the younger woman was a bit different than what he had expected. He knew that she had been reading about the killers, including this one.

Violeta let out a soft laugh shaking her head lightly. "I'll see you next week, Hannibal. Thank you for letting me know that you were headed out of the state."

"Take care of yourself, until we meet up next week."

"I will." She said softly as she continued up the stairs. "Have a safe trip." She hung up her phone taking a soft breath as she continued up the stairs. She wouldn't let what happened to ruin her day. She had dance practice to get ready for the show that weekend. Which was the same show that Hannibal had seen the weekend prior.

HANNIBAL

The moon hung in the sky full and illuminating a beautiful two-story home in the suburbs. Inside the home, a man with blond hair and hazel eyes was sitting across from a woman who was dressed fairly beautifully. He was busy wining and dining with her hoping that perhaps she would be willing to take the relationship that they were to the next level.

The woman was dressed in a black, sparkly, v-neck dress that showed an ample amount of cleavage, that was also in a v-shape on her legs showing more of her left leg than her right leg, ruched up rather sexy. The woman's black-painted lips quirked up as she carefully took a sip of the wine she looked at the man that sat across from her.

"I was thinking." He said as he licked his lower lip looking at the woman watching her get up showing her long legs that seemed longer with the heels that she wore. "That we should take our relationship to the next level."

The woman's brow carefully raised slightly as her heels clicked slowly on the wooden floor of the dining room. She passed the table that was filled with beautiful and filling food. Something that the woman wasn't there for. Her hand slid down her leg slightly grasping onto something that was hidden on her right leg. "You're right." She purred, as her lips quirked into a smirk as she grabbed what was hidden on her leg. "We should take our relationship to the next level." She suddenly stabbed the knife she held in her hand. It was the very item that she had hidden under her dress.

She made sure that the stab was clean-cut and forceful into the man's chest. Blood squelched around the blade as it dug in deeper. Her lips quirked again as she pulled back, being very careful to not get blood on her or even leave any prints on the body. She carefully slipped out of the living room and headed to her car grabbing a suit of plastic and slipping it on over her body before grabbing other things from her trunk.

She headed back inside with the large stake before impaling the man through the wound that she made in his chest pinning him to the chair, the wood scraping against the floor in a terrible way. She moved back making sure that she didn't leave any footprints in the blood nor track blood through the house. Her lips curled as she narrowed her eyes at the man. "Sick fuck." She grumbled out in anger. "Next level of the relationship my ass. Cheating fucker."

She went back to where she formally had sat cleaning up the utensils and making sure that everything was clean of prints before taking everything that she had used except for the stake of wood that she had used on the man that she had killed. She made sure that she didn't leave any evidence behind. She had to admit that she was thankful that the man she killed didn't have any cameras.

She walked down the path to her car putting everything in the trunk. Granted with how late it was no one was awake to notice that someone was leaving the man's home. She carefully slipped out of the plastic suit, putting it into her trunk as well. She looked back at the house with narrowed eyes in the moonlight. "Odihnește-te în pace, trișor."

HANNIBAL

Violeta sat in her living room dressed in a blood-red silk nightgown. Her hair was piled on the top of her head and her makeup was off of her face. Her dance practice had gone into the evening. Her hand held her cell phone in her hand looking at a message that Hannibal had sent to her a few hours ago. He wanted her to call him before she went to bed for the evening. She bit her lower lip as she dialed up his number wondering what he wanted to talk about. She brought the phone up to her ear as she listened to the line ring through to Hannibal's phone.

"Hello, Violeta." He said smoothly as he answered his phone. "I've been expecting your call."

"Well, it sounded rather important." She mused softly as a small smile came to her lips as she shifted on the chair crossing her legs as she relaxed a bit more. "So what did you wish to speak to me about?"

"How did your practice go for the show?" Hannibal mused softly, keeping his voice rather low.

"It went well, longer than usual." She mused softly as her eyes fluttered closed a little bit taking in his voice. She would never admit it out loud, but she did enjoy Hannibal's slight accent when he spoke.

"Longer than usual? Did something happen?"

"One of the dancers… he kept messing up the routine over and over again." She said letting out a soft sigh. She hated the fact that they had to go into overtime when it came to their practice. She didn't understand why the dancer kept messing up so badly. She wondered if it was nerves or something much more.

"Sounds like he might lose their place, no?" Hannibal mused his lips quirking a little as he talked to her.

Violeta let out a soft laugh shaking her head. "I wish, but I doubt that they'll get rid of her."

Hannibal let out a soft hum. "Other than a long practice, have you been taking care?"

"Oh yes, nothing important has gone on." She mused softly, her lips quirking a little bit. "And I've been making sure to take care. I know not everyone is what they seem to be."

"Even me?" He mused softly letting out a soft laugh.

"Of course not Hannibal. I know you." She let out a soft chuckle, her cheeks flushing a little bit as she chuckled.

"You'll be going to bed soon?"

"Yes." She said softly as she got up to her feet stretching out some. "It's been a fairly long day." She slowly walked out of the room shutting the light off as she left. She walked through the hall that led to her bedroom. "How did today go in Minnesota?"

"It was eventful. Abigail is trying to recover from her trauma."

Violeta let out a soft hum as she walked into her bedroom. "Sounds like she has a long road ahead of her."

"She does and I'm worried for her."

Violeta nibbled her lower lip softly as she turned her light on next to her bed. "Hannibal, she's a teenager… with what she went through…" She let out a soft breath. "Her mind is most likely fragile."

"I suppose you're right."

"Perhaps her talking to you might help her in a way." She shifted her blankets down the bed so she could crawl into the soft sheets. She got on her bed taking a soft breath. "I know that you can't tell me much due to it still being investigated. I don't expect you, to infringe on anything that happens."

"We normally don't talk about things that happen right away, to begin with."

Violeta let out a soft hum as she pulled the blankets up over her form. "Yes, I suppose that is true." She let out a soft chuckle. "You know people will start to wonder what we are to one another."

"We're two friends are we not?"

"A friend who comes to you during office hours to talk about serial killers?"

Hannibal let out a soft laugh which caused a shiver to go down her spine. "Perhaps. Unless you wanted more than a friendship with me, Violeta."

"Hannibal, now you're just jesting with me," Violeta said softly, biting her lower lip. "You go for women that are more sophisticated than me." She had seen women that Hannibal took interest in and she wasn't one that he would go for.

"What makes you think that I'm jesting with you, Violeta?"

"Hannibal I've seen the women that you've gone for." She said softly, her voice coming out fairly softly. "You like a smart beautiful woman. Women that intrigue you."

"And you think that you're not smart or beautiful? Or even that intriguing to me?"

Violeta let out a soft breath. "Never thought that I would be doing a session over the phone." She said, shaking her head lightly.

"I see I've put you in a mood that is terrible for yourself," Hannibal said softly, feeling a bit terrible for what he had done. "I apologize. It wasn't my intention to make you feel that way."

"Hannibal, it's not that," Violeta said softly, taking a soft breath. "You're not the reason why I feel the way that I do."

"How am I not the problem?"

"Hannibal, not all dancers are prim, proper, and think highly of themselves." Violeta rested her head against the back of her bed taking a soft breath. "I may be a good dancer…"

"You're a great dancer," Hannibal said, cutting her off knowing that there was something very wrong. "Are you having a moment?"

Violeta let out a soft breath. "A moment of mental instability? Perhaps." She closed her eyes softly. "Hannibal… I think we're going to have to talk about this at the next session."

Hannibal let out a soft hum. "I have to agree." He admitted softly feeling his heart wrench a little in his chest. He didn't like the idea that Violeta was thinking terribly of herself.

"I will talk to you next week about this if that's alright."

"Of course, it's alright."

"I should go to bed." She said softly shifting some in her bed and getting fairly comfortable.

"Have a good night, Violeta."

"Be careful out there Hannibal. Don't get yourself hurt."

"I promise, I won't get hurt."

"Bye." She said softly.

"Bye see you soon."

Violeta hung up her phone, let out a breath, and put her phone on the table. She rubbed her face softly knowing that Hannibal was going to try and help her. She didn't want him to see her as weak. It was one of the many things that she tried in her daily life. She didn't want people to see her as a weak person.

She leaned over shutting the light off on her nightstand sending the room into darkness other than the illuminating light of the full moon.

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This is the end of Chapter 4. I hope that this chapter turned out fairly well. I'm currently trying my best to plan out this series and make it as good as the other series that I have out. We have now seen the Full Moon Widow and what do you all think? Who do you think that she might be? Please leave your reviews with your thoughts. Reviews help me keep going when it comes to writing. I'm hoping that I'll update you next week. Until next time.