The minutes ticked by slowly, as Krissy sat on the floor, with her back to the wall and knees drawn up to her chest. Her gaze stayed on the corpse still strapped to the metal table, only a few metres away, flickering over the dried blood that stained the man's body. She had seen a lot in her life…but nothing like this. Hannibal was eating people. He was carving them up and using them as nothing more than meat. A realisation hit her, as she felt her stomach churn at the idea.
"You've fed me…people?" Krissy stuttered; her mouth dry.
"A number of times. I believe you once called such a meal 'perfect'" Hannibal stated, a smug tone to his voice.
"Your insane" Krissy mumbled, running a hand over her face.
"On the contrary, I'm rather sane. I simply don't hold the same delicate notions that many cling to" Hannibal explained.
"I suppose the word psychopath would be the better term for you then" Krissy scoffed.
"A very broad blanket term…one which you could also fall under" Hannibal suggested, as she glared at him.
"Says the cannibal" Krissy spat out.
"It's only cannibalism if they were my equals. This man, for example, nothing more than filth. In fact, I believe he'd even fit your code for murder" Hannibal told her, ushering to the corpse.
"I'm not a killer" Krissy insisted.
"The bodies you leave behind would suggest otherwise" Hannibal theorised, taking a step closer to her.
"If you're looking for some sort of murder buddy, then you should have kidnapped my brother. Not me" Krissy muttered, tensing as Hannibal came to loom over her.
"I find your psychology far more interesting" Hannibal smirked, as he came to crouch down in front of her.
"Are you going to eat me?" Krissy grimaced, watching a smile grace Hannibal's lips.
"If that's what I wanted, you would already be served upon my table" Hannibal replied, making Krissy scowl.
"So, what? Your plan is to just…keep me?" Krissy scoffed.
"You will be my guest, of course" Hannibal informed her, as she quirked an eyebrow.
"A fancy way of saying I'm your prisoner" Krissy retorted.
"That will be up to you. May I have your arm?" Hannibal asked, holding his hand out, not missing how she flinched at the simple movement.
"Why?" Krissy frowned, bringing her limb closer to her chest.
"I thought you might like to leave this room" Hannibal offered.
"Whatever gave you that idea" Krissy huffed, sarcastically, as Hannibal gave her a pleasant smile.
"I have no desire to hurt you unnecessarily, Krissy. Why would I want to ruin you?" Hannibal went on, trying to catch her eye.
"Don't flatter yourself" Krissy murmured, reluctantly holding out her arm.
Making his movements clear, Hannibal slowly took her arm in his hands, rolling up the sleeve of her shirt until it lay just above her elbow. His thumb brushed against the inside of her elbow a few times, as he pulled his other hand away to bring something out of his pocket. A half-full syringe. Krissy instantly tried to pull away, but Hannibal's grip on her elbow tightened.
"A sedative. A requirement if we are to travel to our new home" Hannibal told her, as Krissy's eyes widened at the use of 'our'.
"You still fear me then, huh?" Krissy goaded, making Hannibal laugh quietly.
"I respect you, Krissy, but I understand that is something you're not well versed with" Hannibal suggested, using his forefinger to roll one of her veins underneath her skin.
"Just get on with it" Krissy spat out, knowing she didn't have much choice in the matter.
Hannibal did as she requested, piercing her skin with the needle, as he pushed the sedative into her vein, only needing one try. Krissy cringed as she felt the cold liquid shooting up her arm, already beginning to feel more vulnerable, as her hand balled into a fist. Her eyes flickered up to Hannibal's tie, which lay only inches from the tips of fingers—
"Why do you deny your true instincts?" Hannibal pondered, as he pulled the needle out, pressing his finger to the pinprick wound.
"What?" Krissy replied, her eyes snapping up to his.
"You want to strangle me with my own tie. I don't doubt you are capable of this; you simply lack the conviction. I can help with that" Hannibal explained, his finger still pressed against her skin.
"And how do you plan on doing that? By making me hate you so much I'm just itching to rip your throat out?" Krissy asked, seeing the way Hannibal's lips twitched.
"By proving there is nothing wrong with following through with your instincts" Hannibal stated, making her forehead wrinkle.
"Wouldn't that result in you ending up dead?" Krissy pointed out.
"Perhaps not" Hannibal replied.
"Someone a lot smarter than you tried to manipulate me in the past, Doctor Lecter. It didn't end well for him" Krissy warned, as Hannibal pulled his finger away, pleased that the bleeding had stopped.
"I have always enjoyed a challenge" Hannibal smirked, still holding onto her arm.
A wave of dizziness suddenly hit Krissy, her vision blurring for a moment, as she became a little more pliant under his touch. Whatever sedative Hannibal had given her, it was certainly strong. He seemed to notice this change in her body language, allowing his fingers to drift down the delicate skin of her wrist.
"You have very soft skin" Hannibal told her, his featherlight touch making her heart race quicker.
"Thinking of flaying me?" Krissy guessed, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
"You have a very dark mind, Krissy" Hannibal accused, the amusement clear in his voice.
"Were you always such an ass or is this just the real you?" Krissy rolled her eyes, which were feeling heavier by the second.
"Come. You should stand now, while you still can" Hannibal exclaimed, pushing himself to his feet and holding out his hand for her to take.
Krissy glared at the offered limb as if it offended her, instead using the wall to help carry her weight as she stood up. Her vision blurred for a few seconds this time, but she was determined not to need Hannibal's help. She put one foot in front of the other and began to walk back towards the room she had been kept in. Once she made it to the cellar stairs, she had to grip onto the bannister to keep herself upright, feeling her legs weaken underneath her. The adrenaline rushing through her veins was the only thing keeping her going, as Hannibal's looming presence behind her put Krissy on edge. The thought of her soon being completely at Hannibal's mercy again made her skin crawl. As soon as they were out of the pantry, Krissy felt the dangerous urge to make a run for it. No, she needed to bide her time. She was at too much of a disadvantage. Maybe there was a way to change that, if she could get under his skin too...
"You don't have any pictures" Krissy mumbled; her voice barely audible as they walked through the corridor.
"Pardon?" Hannibal's voice questioned, closer behind her than she had expected.
"In your house. There are no pictures. Not of you, family, friends…no one" Krissy sighed.
"Neither does Will" Hannibal pointed out.
"That's because Will hates pictures. You just have no one to take pictures with" Krissy retorted, as they approached the garage door.
"I have friends. Opportunities for friendship" Hannibal stated, as he began to unlock the door.
"You have acquaintances. If something happened to you, if you went missing…who do you think would actually miss you?" Krissy goaded.
"Will would. I am, after all, the only thing he has left" Hannibal suggested, watching Krissy's jaw clench.
"I looked into you, you know. Using my dad's badge. I should have realised it earlier…" Krissy trailed off.
"My true identity?" Hannibal guessed, as she shook her head.
"No. That you're an orphan. A sad, lonely, little orphan, so angry at the world" Krissy muttered, watching something change behind Hannibal's eyes.
It was the first time that she was sure what she was seeing was the real Hannibal. Maybe there was a real man underneath after all. As quick as the expression came, it was gone again, Hannibal's mask firmly back on.
"I believe you may be projecting, Krissy" Hannibal replied, in a calm tone.
"Whatever you say, Doctor Lecter" Krissy exclaimed, as he pulled the garage door open.
"After you" He stated, holding his arm out.
Krissy grit her teeth when she saw he wasn't going to rise to the bait, and instantly felt tense when she saw the garage empty apart from his Bentley…which had the trunk open. It didn't take Krissy long to figure out what Hannibal's plan was.
"You can't be serious" Krissy murmured, when he ushered her towards the trunk.
"You could be spotted on traffic camera's if you ride in the front" Hannibal pointed out.
"Then I'll hide in the backseat" Krissy insisted, as Hannibal shook his head.
"And if we're stopped by the police?" Hannibal quirked an eyebrow.
All of a sudden, her situation seemed far too real. It was dawning on Krissy that she was truly being kidnapped and kept against her will. As Hannibal took a step towards her, Krissy stumbled backwards, feeling the back of her legs hit the car with force. What if there was no new home? What if Hannibal just planned to bury her in the woods? Or worse—
"I expect the sedative will render you unconscious very soon. You should make yourself comfortable" Hannibal advised, as Krissy glared at him.
"N-no. C'mon, you don't have to do this. I'll cover my face, I'll stay quiet—" Krissy insisted, but Hannibal cut her off.
"This is non-negotiable" Hannibal informed her, as Krissy felt her knees were beginning to buckle underneath her.
"Come. When you awake, you will find yourself in much more comfortable quarters" Hannibal exclaimed, reaching out to touch her arm, but Krissy brushed him away.
"No! No, please. Not in there. Please, Hannibal" Krissy all but begged, the fear clear in her voice.
"You said it yourself. I'm not your brother. I will keep you safe from harm" Hannibal told her, placing both his hands on Krissy's shoulders.
He then ushered her to sit down on the edge of the car, as she provided little resistance, her limbs starting to feel like jelly. Krissy shook her head as a memory started to resurface, remembering the last time she had been forced into the boot of a car. Before she knew what was happening, Hannibal had picked her legs up and swung her around so that she was sitting in the trunk. Krissy scrunched her eyes shut as Hannibal gently pushed her down until she was lying on her back, her head landing on a cushion that she hadn't seen before. Just as Hannibal's hand went to close the trunk, Krissy's hand shot out to grab his suit, a desperate look in her eyes.
"Don't" Krissy pleaded; trying to keep a hold of him.
"M-my mother…she would lock me in the trunk…if I didn't…if we didn't…the person she would kill...the body would be in there with us…" Krissy panted, shakily.
"If you didn't help her, this was one of her punishments? On you and your brother?" Hannibal suggested, as Krissy nodded, quickly.
"There is nothing to fear" Hannibal insisted, reaching out to take her hand in his.
By now, Krissy's eyes were starting to flutter shut and her grip on his jacket was loosening, allowing Hannibal to easily force her hand away, placing it against her stomach. He quickly shut the trunk, throwing Krissy into immense darkness, hearing how her breath stuttered.
"No, no, no…" He could hear quietly muttering from inside the trunk.
Krissy felt like she was on the verge of hyperventilating as her eyes darted around the darkness, as every little creak from the car put her on edge. The memory that she had resurfaced seemed to be combining with her current reality. She could practically smell the rotting flesh around her, the way the bones from the corpse would rattle in the trunk, the way a stray bit of light would illuminate their dead face. She began to hit against the top of the trunk, her hands flailing around in a panic.
"There is nothing in there with you, Krissy. Open your eyes and look" Hannibal's voice announced from the outside of the trunk.
"No…no, I can't" Krissy retorted, balling her hands into fists.
"You are alone. Your mother is gone. Your brother is not here. Only you and I remain" Hannibal told her.
Taking a deep breath, Krissy opened her eyes, which slowly adjusted to the darkness, as only a few rays of light shone through gaps in the trunk. But there was nothing there. It wasn't real. She wasn't sure if she had been hallucinating or on the verge of slipping into a nightmare.
"I am beside you, Krissy. No one else" Hannibal's voice soothed, as she began to lose consciousness.
As Krissy fell into a deep sleep, the last thing she imagined was Hannibal's hazel eyes, boring into her own, as everything else seemed to fall away.
After a few minutes of silence from the trunk, Hannibal finally felt convinced that Krissy was asleep and made his way to the front of the car. Krissy wasn't the only one who used an FBI agent's badge to look into the past. As soon as he had been allowed in the BAU, he had delved into the rich files on Krissy's history that were kept away from the newspapers. The punishments that her mother had laid out were very detailed…and useful. As Hannibal settled into the driver's seat, he saw that Krissy's blood had stained his finger, from when he had injected her with the sedative. Hesitantly, he brought his finger to his lips, as the coppery taste ran over his tastebuds, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.
Krissy woke with a start, shooting bolt upright, as her eyes darted around her surroundings. Pain shot through her skull, as she clutched at her head, trying to remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered was being in the trunk of a car with…Hannibal? No, that wasn't right-
"You should drink something. You must be parched" A familiar voice announced, as Krissy pulled her hand away from her face.
Hannibal quickly came into view from where he was sitting only a few metres away, holding out a water bottle. It was then that Krissy realised she was in a bed, a far more comfortable bed than her one at Will's house. The bedroom itself seemed to be almost as big as Will's entire house, with impressive oak carvings on all the surrounding walls. The silk sheets she was lying on were black, a stark difference to the white pillows that lay against the headboard. Paintings covered the wall opposite the bed, too detailed for Krissy's blurry eyes to make out. There wasn't much furniture in the large room, an armchair beside the door and a few drawers. Near the window stood a dresser, with a golden mirror, as Krissy saw her reflection staring back at her.
"W-where are we?" Krissy spoke up, her voice hoarse.
"In your bedroom. Don't fret, you will be able to change what you don't like—" Hannibal began, but she cut him off.
"So, what? It'll feel like home?" Krissy scoffed.
"I think you'll find yourself quite happy here, Krissy. If you give it a chance" Hannibal insisted, as she pursed her lips.
"Did you ever think I might be a little more compliant if you, I don't know, didn't kidnap me?" Krissy muttered, sarcastically.
"I already know how to make you compliant. I found it very dull" Hannibal announced, pushing himself to his feet.
"What the hell does that mean?" Krissy frowned.
"You woke up a few times before. I gave you Psilocybin, it made you very manageable, if a little…giggly" Hannibal informed her, the word sounding strange coming from his mouth.
"You made me high?" Krissy gaped.
"I needed to keep you fed and watered, as when as relieving yourself. It seemed like the best idea at the time" Hannibal offered.
"Until you could get this, huh?" Krissy retorted, ushering to her ankle, which still had the tag attached.
"Come. It is time for dinner" Hannibal exclaimed, ushering for her to stand.
"No" Krissy shook her head, vehemently.
"It has been some days since you've had a proper meal. You need to eat" Hannibal told her.
"I'd rather die than eat anything from you" Krissy stated, firmly.
"If you refuse to eat, I will be forced to give you a nasogastric tube. That would be rather displeasing for the both of us" Hannibal explained, watching how Krissy grimaced at the idea.
"I won't eat your food. Not anything I know you could have tampered with" Krissy mumbled.
"Why not? You've already proved you have a taste for my cuisine" Hannibal replied, in a smug tone.
"Ready meals" Krissy announced, as Hannibal's forehead wrinkled.
"I beg your pardon?" He questioned.
"Cheap and nasty microwaveable meals that come in plastic trays. That's what I'll eat. Nothing else" Krissy repeated.
A smirk grew on Krissy's lips as she saw how Hannibal's jaw clenched at the request. She knew full well he could still deny her, but it was worth a try. And it pissed him off. That helped.
"I can't persuade you otherwise?" Hannibal asked, as she shook her head.
"I think we both know, I'm pretty stubborn," Krissy told him.
"Very well" Hannibal nodded.
"…That's it? No threats, no punishment?" Krissy frowned, a little taken aback.
"As I said, this is your new home, Krissy. Not your prison" Hannibal insisted, before walking out of the room, leaving Krissy confused.
She quickly scurried over to a large window on the other side of the room, feeling her heart drop when she saw what was outside. Trees. Thousands and thousands of trees. Not a house, road, or person in sight. There was nowhere to run to anymore. She really was all on her own.
Hannibal discovered it was becoming more tiring than he expected having to travel between his office and new country home. As far as everyone else knew, he was still living in Baltimore. He had been smart and bought his new country home months ago, to make sure it wouldn't look suspicious when Krissy went missing. Not that anyone was looking. It had been announced a few days prior, that the ear found in Will's home was Abigail's, leading him to be arrested for not just one, but two murders. Just as expected, Will had made his escape not soon after, and Hannibal knew just where he would go. Hannibal smelt Will before he heard a sound.
"Hello, Will. How are you feeling?" Hannibal spoke aloud, as Will made his way out of the shadows of his office.
"Self-aware" Will replied, as Hannibal's eyes flickered to the gun in his hand.
"You have accepted responsibility for your actions?" Hannibal questioned, rising from where he had been sat behind his desk.
"If it was just Abigail, I would have believed…I would have believed that I got so far inside Hobbs' head I couldn't get out" Will told him.
"But it wasn't just Abigail" Hannibal stated, watching how Will's eye twitched.
"I wouldn't have hurt Krissy. I couldn't" Will mumbled.
"Sometimes we hurt the ones we love the most" Hannibal offered, as Will shook his head, vehemently.
"I'd remember! If I had killed the woman I…I'd remember!" Will shouted.
"Will, you may not have been conscious at the time" Hannibal pointed out.
"And now? Do I seem awake to you, Doctor Lecter?" Will exclaimed, his hand twitching around his gun.
"You are confused. Conflicted" Hannibal suggested, coming to stand on the other side of his desk.
"I know who I am…I'm not so sure I know who you are anymore" Will announced, suddenly holding up the gun, making Hannibal come to a halt.
"She knew. I think she always knew what you were. We both did…the scales have fallen behind my eyes. I can see you now" Will mumbled, shakily.
"What do you see?" Hannibal asked.
"The puppet master. Playing with Krissy and I, tugging on our strings. You weren't even upset. When we found out it was Krissy's blood, you didn't react. Because you knew. You knew! What happened, Hannibal? Did you get bored of her? Is that why you killed her?" Will accused, taking a step closer, his gun still raised.
"You said it felt good to kill Garret Jacob Hobbs. Would it feel good to kill me, now?" Hannibal questioned.
"Garret Jacob Hobbs was a murderer. Are you a murderer, Doctor Lecter?" Will pushed, a tremor ripping down his arms.
"I'm your friend, Will" Hannibal insisted.
"No. I'm your doll. I need to know…you pushed Krissy and I together. Why? What was the point of it?" Will cried.
"I was curious what would happen," Hannibal told him.
"To give me something worth holding onto and then ripping it away?" Will spat out, gripping the gun tightly, as he raised it higher.
"She's not yours, Will. Your both mine" Hannibal whispered, under his breath, watching how the younger man recoiled.
"Not anymore" Will growled, his finger wrapping around the trigger.
A loud bang rang out as Hannibal felt blood splatter over his face, causing him to stumble backwards. Will fell to his knees, clutching at his shoulder, as a familiar red substance dripped down his fingers. Hannibal's head snapped behind him, seeing Jack Crawford taking a step forward, his own gun still raised. Jack rushed forward, swiping Will's gun away with his foot, as he grit his teeth, almost daring Will to move.
"Doctor Lecter. I need you to step out of the room" Jack announced, as Hannibal's eyes widened.
"Jack…he is defenceless. Confused. He does not know what he's doing—" Hannibal began, but Jack cut him off.
"He does! He knew what he was doing when he murdered my daughter! He knew!" Jack cried, holding his gun to Will's head.
"She wouldn't want this, Jack. You're not a killer" Hannibal insisted, coming to stand beside the older man, as he slowly pushed his arm to his side.
"…See? Do you see?" Will mumbled, barely conscious, his eyes flickering between Jack and Hannibal.
There was something off about Hannibal. Krissy could tell. It had been four days, well eight if she considered the ones she had been drugged for, since she had been kidnapped. They had fallen into a strange pattern. Krissy would be locked in her bedroom while Hannibal was out, she assumed at work. That told her they couldn't be as far from Baltimore as she had first feared. Still, it was the peak of winter, snow fell more every day, she would likely die of exposure if she made a run for it, not considering the tag around her ankle. The house's security system was surprisingly high-tech, as the lock of Krissy's bedroom door was from the use of an electronic keypad, not a key. The same went for the front door. Krissy had only been permitted to look around the ground floor of the house, something which set her teeth on edge. She couldn't help but wonder what was up there, another meat locker? There were two guest bedrooms on the ground floor, as well as Hannibal's own bedroom, which was strictly out of bounds. There was a large bathroom, that she was yet to use, opting for the smaller en-suite that connected to her own bedroom. Hannibal mostly let her go as she pleased during the time he was there, meaning she spent most of her time planning her escape from the safety of her bed. She avoided the kitchen whenever possible, finding bile rose at the back of her throat whenever she entered.
The worst room in the house so far was the dining room. A large oak table, beautifully carved was in the middle, as Hannibal set his place thankfully on one end and hers on the other. She thought it was so he didn't have to look at the plastic tray she would insist on eating out of. She carefully inspected her ready meals for any sign of tampering, but Hannibal had been good on his word so far. The meals were dull and stringy, but far better than the alternative. Krissy found she didn't have much appetite when Hannibal would bring out his own meal. She had no way of knowing whether it was animal or human meat on his plate, but she certainly wasn't going to ask. Krissy sat on her chair, bolt upright as Hannibal brought her meal over. His eyes seemed a little more distant than normal, but it wasn't until she saw a spot of blood on his collar, that she knew she couldn't keep quiet anymore. Was this what Hannibal looked like post kill?
"You killed someone, didn't you?" Krissy said, in a breathless voice, as Hannibal's movements halted.
"No" He replied, simply, straightening up.
"That's not your blood" Krissy stated.
"Will tried to shoot me today. Your father stopped him" Hannibal admitted, watching as Krissy's eyes went wide.
"Why would…is Will alright?" Krissy frowned, the desperation clear in his voice.
"Physically? Yes" Hannibal murmured, before turning away to walk towards his own seat.
"What the hell does that mean? What did you do?" Krissy insisted.
"Very little. Your father and friends at the BAU are very gullible" Hannibal informed her, as he sat down, straightening out his suit.
"I want to see him. I want to see Will" Krissy told him, as Hannibal clicked his teeth.
"You know that is not possible" Hannibal retorted.
"You could bring him here. I don't have to talk to him, I just—" Krissy began, but Hannibal stopped her.
"Will is currently incarcerated. I expect you will not be seeing him for some time" Hannibal explained, as Krissy's mouth went slack.
"…You framed him? For my murder?" Krissy realised, a sickening feeling settling in her stomach.
"Alongside his other murders as the Chesapeake Ripper" Hannibal nodded.
"You son of a bitch. You fucking bastard!" Krissy cried, shooting up from her seat.
"Krissy, I have told you before—" Hannibal began, but Krissy was quick to stop him.
"Shut up! I mean it, stop fucking talking!" Krissy yelled, slamming her hands down on the table.
"I think you should excuse yourself from the table" Hannibal said, in a clipped tone.
"Gladly" Krissy spat out, shoving her chair away.
As she stormed away, she came to a halt not far from Hannibal's own seat. His hand shot out to pull away his dinner knife on the table, expecting an attack. Krissy's eyes flickered over the food in front of him, a well-presented slice of meat on his plate and soup still cooling in a plastic container. Before he could stop her, Krissy had sent her hand flying out, shoving his plate onto the floor, as it cracked in half. She then grabbed the lid of the soup container and used it to fling the soup over the table, careful not to burn herself.
"Enjoy your meal, prick" Krissy muttered, before storming away, not missing the scowl on Hannibal's face.
As soon as she was out of hearing distance, Krissy sprinted back to her room, slamming her door shut. Part of her feared Hannibal would chase after her, and the other part feared he might have been onto what her violent display was really about. Krissy looked down to the thin plastic lid she still held in her hand, and bit her lip. Her eyes flickered down to the ankle tag, as she let out a deep breath, praying that her plan would work. The plastic should help to stop the electric pulse that the device would give out when it was tampered with. At least that's what Krissy hoped. Without another thought, she walked over to her bed and brought her leg up. She had to act now. She couldn't let Will go to prison, not when she could stop it. Scrunching her eyes shut, she wedged the thin plastic lid past the space between her ankle and the tag feeling it scrape against her skin. She felt a sharp burning pain as the ankle tag flashed red, but thankfully it seemed like the plastic was stopping most of the electricity. She went to unbuckle the tag, letting out a yelp as the tag shocked her fingers. Gritting her teeth, she swiped at the device, feeling pain shoot up her hand, but this time the tag came loose. Krissy let out a gasp as it dropped to the floor with a thud, and heard the sound of a chair scraping back from the dining room.
Rushing over to the side of her door, she grabbed a nearby lamp and waited. The door was flung open a few seconds later, a shadow being cast on the floor of the bedroom. Krissy had expected the device Hannibal had in his pocket would be activated if she tried to remove the tag. It appeared she was right. The moment he stepped into the room, Krissy smashed the lamp down onto his head, forcing Hannibal to his knees, a dazed expression on his face. Before he could get up again, she sent a hard punch to his face, throwing him to the floor, as pain radiated over her knuckles. She quickly crouched down to search his pockets for the device that controlled the tag, letting out a sigh of relief when she soon located it. She studied the controller for a few seconds, touching a green light as she heard a buzz come from the tag. Crawling over to the ankle tag, she carefully picked it up, seeing that it seemed to be turned off. Just as Hannibal was pushing himself up, he felt Krissy grab his arm, and suddenly the tag was buckled around his wrist, causing his eyes to widen.
"Looks like you've bitten off more than you can chew" Krissy muttered, before pushing the red button on the device.
Hannibal immediately dropped back to the ground, letting out what sounded like a growl, as the tag sent an electric pulse down his arm. Krissy didn't take her finger off her button as she pushed herself into a standing position, watching as a tremor ripped its way down Hannibal's arm.
"You didn't do your research as well as you thought. I had an ASBO back in England. An ankle tag. Spent a lot of time on the internet looking for a way to fuck them up" Krissy explained, smugly.
Before she knew what she was doing, she grabbed Hannibal by the neck, her intention's clear. It would be so easy. One quick tug and his neck would be broken. But there was something that stopped her. She couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she opted to slam his head into the floorboards, enjoying the snapping sound which she hoped was his nose breaking. A second later, she was speeding out of the room, the device still in her hand, ready to shock him if he tried to chase after her. The corridor that led to the front door was next to the dining room, if she could break a window, she would—
A flurry of movement caught her eye as she turned into the dining room, followed by a sharp pain in her abdomen a moment later. Krissy's eyes flickered down to her stomach, letting out a gasp when she saw a kitchen knife planted there. Her gaze followed the pale hand that was still gripping the weapon, as she forced her eyes up to find a familiar face staring back at her.
"I'm so sorry" A shaky voice cried, as the knife was ripped out of her, causing blood to splatter onto the floor.
"Abigail?" Krissy exclaimed.
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Krissy is going to have one hell of a time coming up, Hannibal has some pretty dark plans for her! Please leave a review:)
livvixxx: Well, Krissy isn't responding very well at the moment, but as Hannibal gets more into her head, that might all change! Lots more suspense to come. Thanks for reviewing:)
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Guest: There is a real lack of OC's in this fandom, isn't there? Especially as far as a Will/OC/Hannibal goes. Thank you so much:) This story is up on AO3 too, I've had some really good responses from there too!