What About The Girl
By Risty
Disclaimer: Ehrm. I have no money, and even if I did own these characters I wouldn't make money off them. I'd use them for my own private enjoyment. *shifty eyes*
Summary: another 'if-Hannibal-had-a-daughter' fic. I got 28 reviews, so it must be good.*shifty eyes*
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She looked so much like her mother. Almost an adult and she acted so much like her mother. He thought, smiling slightly as he watched his daughter. She must have felt him looking at her, because she turned and inclined her head slightly as if to ask what was wrong. He smiled and shook his head. She turned back to the direction of the stage. She sighed and continued to watch the performance. He dove back into the depths of his memory palace and sifted through his images of Juliette growing up. He sorted the images into 'pleasant' and 'unpleasant' memories. There was a memory of her just after they had moved to Stuttgart. She was wearing a pair of baggy denim overalls, and she was riding a beautiful chestnut thoroughbred filly. She looked like a real country girl, so different to the young woman who sat next to him now. He put that image into 'Pleasant'. As he sorted through the images, slowly, he felt someone shake his shoulder slightly. He opened his eyes and saw her greenish-violet eyes boring into his.
"Daddy, the performance is over." She said quietly, smiling. He smiled. Getting up, he linked arms with her and they walked back to the car.
As they walked into the Motel, neither of them saw the shadowy figure of Jasmine retreat into a doorway.
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Meanwhile, in America, A sinister plot was being formed.
"Cordell!" Came a raspy voice from a large bedroom. "Cordell! Bring me Lecter's file!"
Cordell Doemling sighed and got up from his seat just outside the room. He threw the magazine he was reading on his chair and went to the filing cabinet. Flipping through the 'L's' he murmured to himself. "Lampar, Leahi, Lecter. Lecter, Hannibal." He pulled out the manila folder and checked its contents before walking back to the room.
"Cordell!" Came a very irritated voice. "Didn't you hear me?"
"Yes sir, I did. I was looking for the file!" Cordell said, entering the darkened room. The rhythm of the respirator that levelled Mason Verger's breathing wheezed every few moments as Cordell drew nearer to the bed. Mason's one good eye looked at him, unblinking. His disfigured face looked grotesque in the dim light.
"Turn up the light, Cordell, and put the file on the overhead." Mason ordered, his lipless mouth having difficulty forming the words. Cordell followed the orders and then turned the lights down again so viewing the projector would be easier. Mason used his good, spider-like hand to focus the projector so he could read the enlarged print. A picture of Hannibal Lecter stared down at him, the violet eyes seemed alive, but this did not scare Mason. He hissed and sighed along with his respirator and clicked to the next page. His one eye widened as a picture of a girl came onto the screen. "Lecter's daughter. hmmm?" He said, almost whispering to himself. His ruthless mind began forming a plan. "Cordell!" He called. The man came into the room again, wiping the exasperated look off his face.
"Yes sir?"
"Get Mauricio Deviali on the phone! Tell him it is important."
"Sir, it's three am in Italy right now! I'm sure Signor Deviali wouldn't appreciate being woken up so early!" Cordell exclaimed.
"Are you arguing with me, Cordell?" Mason's raspy voice was laced with accusation. Cordell realised he'd gone to far.
"No sir."
"Good, because if you are."
"I'm not sir. I was just pointing out-"
"Well point out to someone who cares, Cordell, and get Mauricio on the phone."
"Yes sir." Cordell flipped through the extensive phone listings until he found Signor Deviali's phone number. He dialled the number and set the microphone closer to Mason's face. Then he left the room.
The phone rang ten times before a sleep-filled, disgruntled voice answered. "Si?"
"Mauricio? Wake up and get a pen and paper!" Mason said.
"Signor Verger?" Mauricio said in halting English. "What is going on?"
"Just get that pen and paper and I'll tell you!" There was a rustling on the other end of the line.
"Si. I have the pen and the paper, Signor." Mauricio said.
"Alright then." Mason said. "I know from sources that Hannibal Lecter is in Florence, Italy. Probably under the name of Dr Adonis Fell."
"Si? What do you want me to do about it?"
"It seems he has a daughter. And she is the key to my plan." Carefully he laid out his most recent plan to capture the good doctor.
Far away, in her apartment in Florence, Jasmine smiled in her sleep.
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The next day, after the opera, Carmen Fell woke up luxuriously late and lay in bed for a minute, thinking about her father and how he was the best dad she'd ever known. Hearing no sounds of life in the apartment, she got up, yawning slightly as she cleaned a smudge off her glasses. No one was in the main living area, and she walked to her father's room and opened the door. The bed was empty, freshly made. She turned again and went into the living area. This time, she noticed an envelope on the coffee table, next to a picture of her mother. She walked over and picked up the envelope and opened it.
'Juliette,
Have just gone to the market for a few things. I thought you might like this picture of your mother; you looked so much like her last night. I hope you slept well. You looked so peaceful; I didn't have the heart to wake you. I'll be back at around 1.00pm, and we'll go out to lunch.
Ta-ta,
Dad.'
Carmen smiled and set down the letter before retreating back to her room. There, she picked out a purple shirt and a pair of green denim jeans. Picking up her hairbrush and underwear, she went to the bathroom and had a shower. As she doused her long black hair in water, she ran the brush through it and soaped it up with shampoo. She rinsed thoroughly and began to lather conditioner into her hair until it was slick. She ran the brush through it and then rinsed after it had set. Turning off the taps and wrapping a towel around herself, she got out of the shower and got dressed. Tying her hair into a long braid, she went back out to the living room and sat on the couch, picked up the photo and looked at it.
The woman in it was beautiful. A professional photograph, it showed Angela in a beautiful evening gown that looked almost identical to the one that Carmen had worn the night before. She sighed, hugging the photograph to her chest as she closed her eyes and thought about what her mother would be like if she was alive today.
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The plan was simple. Meet with the contact, get the information, nab the girl, take her the airport where Verger's goons would take her to Mason, and get paid a handsome sum of money for his trouble.
Mauricio Deviali grinned to himself. He could always tell his wife that he won some sort of lottery. She was so greedy for money she would believe him in an instant. He could quit his job as a Detective, move to another country; maybe Fiji. He looked at his watch. The contact was late. Why did they always have to be late?
Suddenly a figure sat down across from him in the booth.
"Signor Deviali?" The figure said. A woman's voice. Deviali groaned inwardly, but held out a hand.
"Si, I am Mauricio Deviali. Are you my contact?"
"Jasmine Brewer. I have information you need on Hannibal Lecter." Mason Verger had contacted her that morning. She took his hand and shook it firmly. Deviali looked over his sunglasses at the blonde woman. Some would probably label her as 'perky', if it weren't for a foreign look in her eye. A look that calmly said: 'No Nonsense'.
"You have my information. I have your money." Deviali said, holding up a briefcase of cash. Jasmine made a reach for it but Deviali pulled it back. "Uh-uh. First, you give me the information."
Jasmine sighed and took off her own sunshades. "All right. I believe that Hannibal Lecter is hiding under the name of 'Dr Adonis Fell'. He and his daughter, Carmen, are living in the Palazzo Belfiore. Suite 287. On the eighth floor." She looked up at him. "I know for a fact that Dr Fell went out this morning and the girl should be alone."
Mauricio wrote all the information down. "Is that all?" He asked, chewing on the end of his pencil. Jasmine nodded. Mauricio handed over the briefcase. He got up and stuck out a hand. "Good doing Business with you." He said, and walked away toward the Palazzo Belfiore to complete his task.
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Mauricio Deviali walked into the Palazzo Belfiore with an air of confidence. He tipped his hat and winked at the girl at the front desk who giggled and blushed. Deviali made his way to the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor. The elevator was empty, except for him, and he wiled away the time by humming a little tune to himself. The doors slid open on the eighth floor and he followed the directions to find suite 287. Raising his fist, he knocked abruptly three times.
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Carmen was jerked from her doze by a loud knock on the door. Her first thought was that she hadn't ordered room service. Realising that she was still holding the photograph, she put it down on the table and went to answer the door. She opened the door to find a tall man with dark brown hair and brown eyes, leaning against the doorframe. He smiled.
"Hello." He said. "You must be Juliette."
He lunged at her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist as he football- tackled her to the ground. She struggled gamely, much stronger than he'd imagined for a seventeen year old girl. He managed to get the upper hand and pulled the struggling girl to her feet. He grinned wickedly, pulling out a small but wicked looking blade. He didn't notice until it was to late when her foot connected directly with his crotch.
He fell like a ton of bricks, as men usually do when they were hit in the manly area. Curling up into a foetal position, he whimpered. She quickly picked up the blade and threw it out the open window.
"Who are you?" She asked, fiercely. "What do you want with me?"
The man could only groan. He was regaining his strength - fast. Even Carmen could see that. She turned her back on him and walked quickly to the couch where she'd been sitting before. She dug around in the pillows for a moment and her fingers closed around the bone handle of a wickedly sharp knife. Her father's Harpy. She was about to turn around and face the intruder again when her body was slammed to the ground. The Harpy flew from her fingers and skittered along the tiled floor. There was a crash and she managed to raise her head enough to see the photo of her mother crash to the ground and shatter.
The intruder landed on her legs and tried to stop her struggling. "You won't get away that easily." He said, grunting. She looked at him.
"Oh yeah?" He must have seen something in her face because his grip loosened on her legs and she managed to kick him severely in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him. He fell back and clutched his chest. She crawled away enough and picked up a large shard of glass from the photo frame. "Try and get away from this." She said and plunged the glass in the soft flesh of his thigh. His scream was cut short from the lack of air in his winded chest. He made a wild grab for her as she wrenched the glass out and stabbed him in the chest about an inch below his heart. The wound in his leg and cut his femoral artery and he was losing bloody fast. She watched as he paled slowly and his struggling stopped, before she plunged the now bloody glass into his heart.
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Dr Fell entered the Palazzo Belfiore at five minutes to one, not one to break appointments. He took the elevator up to the eighth floor and pulled out his key. Opening the door to his suite, he was met by an ever-expanding pool of blood from a cooling corpse, and a figure curled up on the couch with her arms wrapped around her knees. His violet eyes calmly surveyed the situation and he stepped around the body with the grace of a dancer.
"Juliette?" He asked, and his daughter looked up, her eyes bright with unshed tears. He sat on the couch next to her and pulled her into a hug. "What happened?"
Quietly, she filled him in on what had happened that morning. The intruder, the fight, the kill. Surprisingly, she didn't seem perplexed that she had killed another human being. He told her to go and change her clothes while he took care of the body. She obeyed, getting up and going to her room while Dr Fell looked at the body before searching through his jacket. Upon finding his badge and identification, he looked at the man once more.
"So Signor Deviali, we meet for the first time. Obviously it will be our last meeting." He said, beginning to clean up the mess. Luckily, the floor was tiled, and cleaning wasn't such a big issue. But what to do with the body? Dr Fell looked at it and thought quickly.
The next morning, the Palazzo Belfiore cleaning staff found the successful suicide attempt of Mauricio Deviali.
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Within a period of a week, Dr Fell and his daughter, Carmen, were no longer in the country. As soon as their new passports had arrived, Connor Logan and his daughter, Taylor, were on the first plane to Australia.
By Risty
Disclaimer: Ehrm. I have no money, and even if I did own these characters I wouldn't make money off them. I'd use them for my own private enjoyment. *shifty eyes*
Summary: another 'if-Hannibal-had-a-daughter' fic. I got 28 reviews, so it must be good.*shifty eyes*
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She looked so much like her mother. Almost an adult and she acted so much like her mother. He thought, smiling slightly as he watched his daughter. She must have felt him looking at her, because she turned and inclined her head slightly as if to ask what was wrong. He smiled and shook his head. She turned back to the direction of the stage. She sighed and continued to watch the performance. He dove back into the depths of his memory palace and sifted through his images of Juliette growing up. He sorted the images into 'pleasant' and 'unpleasant' memories. There was a memory of her just after they had moved to Stuttgart. She was wearing a pair of baggy denim overalls, and she was riding a beautiful chestnut thoroughbred filly. She looked like a real country girl, so different to the young woman who sat next to him now. He put that image into 'Pleasant'. As he sorted through the images, slowly, he felt someone shake his shoulder slightly. He opened his eyes and saw her greenish-violet eyes boring into his.
"Daddy, the performance is over." She said quietly, smiling. He smiled. Getting up, he linked arms with her and they walked back to the car.
As they walked into the Motel, neither of them saw the shadowy figure of Jasmine retreat into a doorway.
~
Meanwhile, in America, A sinister plot was being formed.
"Cordell!" Came a raspy voice from a large bedroom. "Cordell! Bring me Lecter's file!"
Cordell Doemling sighed and got up from his seat just outside the room. He threw the magazine he was reading on his chair and went to the filing cabinet. Flipping through the 'L's' he murmured to himself. "Lampar, Leahi, Lecter. Lecter, Hannibal." He pulled out the manila folder and checked its contents before walking back to the room.
"Cordell!" Came a very irritated voice. "Didn't you hear me?"
"Yes sir, I did. I was looking for the file!" Cordell said, entering the darkened room. The rhythm of the respirator that levelled Mason Verger's breathing wheezed every few moments as Cordell drew nearer to the bed. Mason's one good eye looked at him, unblinking. His disfigured face looked grotesque in the dim light.
"Turn up the light, Cordell, and put the file on the overhead." Mason ordered, his lipless mouth having difficulty forming the words. Cordell followed the orders and then turned the lights down again so viewing the projector would be easier. Mason used his good, spider-like hand to focus the projector so he could read the enlarged print. A picture of Hannibal Lecter stared down at him, the violet eyes seemed alive, but this did not scare Mason. He hissed and sighed along with his respirator and clicked to the next page. His one eye widened as a picture of a girl came onto the screen. "Lecter's daughter. hmmm?" He said, almost whispering to himself. His ruthless mind began forming a plan. "Cordell!" He called. The man came into the room again, wiping the exasperated look off his face.
"Yes sir?"
"Get Mauricio Deviali on the phone! Tell him it is important."
"Sir, it's three am in Italy right now! I'm sure Signor Deviali wouldn't appreciate being woken up so early!" Cordell exclaimed.
"Are you arguing with me, Cordell?" Mason's raspy voice was laced with accusation. Cordell realised he'd gone to far.
"No sir."
"Good, because if you are."
"I'm not sir. I was just pointing out-"
"Well point out to someone who cares, Cordell, and get Mauricio on the phone."
"Yes sir." Cordell flipped through the extensive phone listings until he found Signor Deviali's phone number. He dialled the number and set the microphone closer to Mason's face. Then he left the room.
The phone rang ten times before a sleep-filled, disgruntled voice answered. "Si?"
"Mauricio? Wake up and get a pen and paper!" Mason said.
"Signor Verger?" Mauricio said in halting English. "What is going on?"
"Just get that pen and paper and I'll tell you!" There was a rustling on the other end of the line.
"Si. I have the pen and the paper, Signor." Mauricio said.
"Alright then." Mason said. "I know from sources that Hannibal Lecter is in Florence, Italy. Probably under the name of Dr Adonis Fell."
"Si? What do you want me to do about it?"
"It seems he has a daughter. And she is the key to my plan." Carefully he laid out his most recent plan to capture the good doctor.
Far away, in her apartment in Florence, Jasmine smiled in her sleep.
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The next day, after the opera, Carmen Fell woke up luxuriously late and lay in bed for a minute, thinking about her father and how he was the best dad she'd ever known. Hearing no sounds of life in the apartment, she got up, yawning slightly as she cleaned a smudge off her glasses. No one was in the main living area, and she walked to her father's room and opened the door. The bed was empty, freshly made. She turned again and went into the living area. This time, she noticed an envelope on the coffee table, next to a picture of her mother. She walked over and picked up the envelope and opened it.
'Juliette,
Have just gone to the market for a few things. I thought you might like this picture of your mother; you looked so much like her last night. I hope you slept well. You looked so peaceful; I didn't have the heart to wake you. I'll be back at around 1.00pm, and we'll go out to lunch.
Ta-ta,
Dad.'
Carmen smiled and set down the letter before retreating back to her room. There, she picked out a purple shirt and a pair of green denim jeans. Picking up her hairbrush and underwear, she went to the bathroom and had a shower. As she doused her long black hair in water, she ran the brush through it and soaped it up with shampoo. She rinsed thoroughly and began to lather conditioner into her hair until it was slick. She ran the brush through it and then rinsed after it had set. Turning off the taps and wrapping a towel around herself, she got out of the shower and got dressed. Tying her hair into a long braid, she went back out to the living room and sat on the couch, picked up the photo and looked at it.
The woman in it was beautiful. A professional photograph, it showed Angela in a beautiful evening gown that looked almost identical to the one that Carmen had worn the night before. She sighed, hugging the photograph to her chest as she closed her eyes and thought about what her mother would be like if she was alive today.
~
The plan was simple. Meet with the contact, get the information, nab the girl, take her the airport where Verger's goons would take her to Mason, and get paid a handsome sum of money for his trouble.
Mauricio Deviali grinned to himself. He could always tell his wife that he won some sort of lottery. She was so greedy for money she would believe him in an instant. He could quit his job as a Detective, move to another country; maybe Fiji. He looked at his watch. The contact was late. Why did they always have to be late?
Suddenly a figure sat down across from him in the booth.
"Signor Deviali?" The figure said. A woman's voice. Deviali groaned inwardly, but held out a hand.
"Si, I am Mauricio Deviali. Are you my contact?"
"Jasmine Brewer. I have information you need on Hannibal Lecter." Mason Verger had contacted her that morning. She took his hand and shook it firmly. Deviali looked over his sunglasses at the blonde woman. Some would probably label her as 'perky', if it weren't for a foreign look in her eye. A look that calmly said: 'No Nonsense'.
"You have my information. I have your money." Deviali said, holding up a briefcase of cash. Jasmine made a reach for it but Deviali pulled it back. "Uh-uh. First, you give me the information."
Jasmine sighed and took off her own sunshades. "All right. I believe that Hannibal Lecter is hiding under the name of 'Dr Adonis Fell'. He and his daughter, Carmen, are living in the Palazzo Belfiore. Suite 287. On the eighth floor." She looked up at him. "I know for a fact that Dr Fell went out this morning and the girl should be alone."
Mauricio wrote all the information down. "Is that all?" He asked, chewing on the end of his pencil. Jasmine nodded. Mauricio handed over the briefcase. He got up and stuck out a hand. "Good doing Business with you." He said, and walked away toward the Palazzo Belfiore to complete his task.
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Mauricio Deviali walked into the Palazzo Belfiore with an air of confidence. He tipped his hat and winked at the girl at the front desk who giggled and blushed. Deviali made his way to the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor. The elevator was empty, except for him, and he wiled away the time by humming a little tune to himself. The doors slid open on the eighth floor and he followed the directions to find suite 287. Raising his fist, he knocked abruptly three times.
~
Carmen was jerked from her doze by a loud knock on the door. Her first thought was that she hadn't ordered room service. Realising that she was still holding the photograph, she put it down on the table and went to answer the door. She opened the door to find a tall man with dark brown hair and brown eyes, leaning against the doorframe. He smiled.
"Hello." He said. "You must be Juliette."
He lunged at her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist as he football- tackled her to the ground. She struggled gamely, much stronger than he'd imagined for a seventeen year old girl. He managed to get the upper hand and pulled the struggling girl to her feet. He grinned wickedly, pulling out a small but wicked looking blade. He didn't notice until it was to late when her foot connected directly with his crotch.
He fell like a ton of bricks, as men usually do when they were hit in the manly area. Curling up into a foetal position, he whimpered. She quickly picked up the blade and threw it out the open window.
"Who are you?" She asked, fiercely. "What do you want with me?"
The man could only groan. He was regaining his strength - fast. Even Carmen could see that. She turned her back on him and walked quickly to the couch where she'd been sitting before. She dug around in the pillows for a moment and her fingers closed around the bone handle of a wickedly sharp knife. Her father's Harpy. She was about to turn around and face the intruder again when her body was slammed to the ground. The Harpy flew from her fingers and skittered along the tiled floor. There was a crash and she managed to raise her head enough to see the photo of her mother crash to the ground and shatter.
The intruder landed on her legs and tried to stop her struggling. "You won't get away that easily." He said, grunting. She looked at him.
"Oh yeah?" He must have seen something in her face because his grip loosened on her legs and she managed to kick him severely in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him. He fell back and clutched his chest. She crawled away enough and picked up a large shard of glass from the photo frame. "Try and get away from this." She said and plunged the glass in the soft flesh of his thigh. His scream was cut short from the lack of air in his winded chest. He made a wild grab for her as she wrenched the glass out and stabbed him in the chest about an inch below his heart. The wound in his leg and cut his femoral artery and he was losing bloody fast. She watched as he paled slowly and his struggling stopped, before she plunged the now bloody glass into his heart.
~
Dr Fell entered the Palazzo Belfiore at five minutes to one, not one to break appointments. He took the elevator up to the eighth floor and pulled out his key. Opening the door to his suite, he was met by an ever-expanding pool of blood from a cooling corpse, and a figure curled up on the couch with her arms wrapped around her knees. His violet eyes calmly surveyed the situation and he stepped around the body with the grace of a dancer.
"Juliette?" He asked, and his daughter looked up, her eyes bright with unshed tears. He sat on the couch next to her and pulled her into a hug. "What happened?"
Quietly, she filled him in on what had happened that morning. The intruder, the fight, the kill. Surprisingly, she didn't seem perplexed that she had killed another human being. He told her to go and change her clothes while he took care of the body. She obeyed, getting up and going to her room while Dr Fell looked at the body before searching through his jacket. Upon finding his badge and identification, he looked at the man once more.
"So Signor Deviali, we meet for the first time. Obviously it will be our last meeting." He said, beginning to clean up the mess. Luckily, the floor was tiled, and cleaning wasn't such a big issue. But what to do with the body? Dr Fell looked at it and thought quickly.
The next morning, the Palazzo Belfiore cleaning staff found the successful suicide attempt of Mauricio Deviali.
~
Within a period of a week, Dr Fell and his daughter, Carmen, were no longer in the country. As soon as their new passports had arrived, Connor Logan and his daughter, Taylor, were on the first plane to Australia.