Krissy couldn't remember the last time she had felt so warm, as she slowly woke up the next morning, feeling the sunlight heating up her skin. Something soft brushed over her cheek, a few strands of her brunette hair being pushed behind her ear as she opened her eyes a fraction. It was only then that she realised her pillow wasn't the silk cushion she had grown accustomed to, but instead a man's warm chest slowly rising and falling. Her arm was splayed out over his stomach, hand tucked against his side, almost holding onto him. Her mind was sluggish to explain her situation, as for a few moments she thought it was Will in the bed.
"Good morning" A distinctive voice mumbled in a raspy tone.
Krissy pulled back a little, as her eyes connected with Hannibal's, a smugness behind them. Krissy was quick to push herself onto her back with a groan, knowing her actions were the source of Hannibal's amusement. She ran a hand over her face, still feeling groggy from having awoken from her slumber. When she looked back at Hannibal, it was clear his eyes had never left her.
"I told you before, staring at someone when they're asleep is just creepy" Krissy accused, as Hannibal pursed his lips.
"I was gazing" Hannibal retorted, making Krissy scoff.
"It's still creepy" Krissy insisted, letting out a yawn a moment later.
Hannibal let out a fond sound as he re-adjusted himself into a more comfortable position, as they both lay there for a few seconds, looking up at the ceiling in silence. This was the time Krissy would usually rush out of the room, either with a blush on her cheeks or a string of curses. Winston was laying on the floor by the edge of the bed, his head snapping up for a moment at the sound of their voices, before settling down once again. She was surprised that Hannibal hadn't shooed him from the room yet.
"You appear well-rested" Hannibal noted, watching Krissy roll her eyes, knowing what he was alluding to.
"Trying to steer away from talking about what happened yesterday?" Krissy suggested.
"I did not realise you were in such a rush to discuss our embrace" Hannibal murmured, with an amused glint in his eyes.
"I was talking about Abigail murdering someone in cold blood" Krissy exclaimed
"He recognised you. It would not be long until he informed the police—" Hannibal began, but she cut him off immediately.
"She lured him into the house. She knew he could recognise either one of us, but she did it anyway. She wanted to kill him. Don't deny it" Krissy explained, rolling over to face him.
"I don't believe either of us is in a position to judge Abigail for her actions" Hannibal pointed out.
"You've made her into a killer. How long do you think you'll be able to control her for? How long before she turns on you?" Krissy went on, as Hannibal's eyes flickered over to hers, a slight smirk on his lips.
"Speaking from experience?" Hannibal suggested, earning a soft scoff.
"You didn't make me into a killer" Krissy replied.
"Neither did I make Abigail. It was always inside of you both. The potential" Hannibal reiterated, making Krissy frown.
"My mother unlocked my potential. You unlocked Abigail's. So, who unlocked yours, Hannibal? What made you this way?" Krissy asked, with interest.
"Nothing happened to me…I happened" Hannibal stated, a strange look in his eyes.
"Did your sister die in front of you?" Krissy inquired, having read between the lines, watching Hannibal grow quiet for a few moments.
"…Yes" Hannibal murmured, tightly lipped.
"And you don't think that impacted you at all?" Krissy pointed out, quirking an eyebrow.
"If you are attempting to justify my actions, I fear you will be sorely disappointed," Hannibal told her, his tone harsher than Krissy had been expecting.
"I'm not pitying you. I'm trying to understand you. Isn't that what you want?" Krissy pushed.
"I desire many things" Hannibal exclaimed, as their eyes connected for a moment, bringing Krissy back to the reality of her situation.
She had been trying to claw away the tightly stitched person suit he wore but was starting to question her own intentions. Was it to find his weaknesses, or something more? Was it possible that she was merely becoming captivated by the monster in front of her? Something shifted in their relationship the day before, and Krissy didn't think she'd be allowed to jump back over the line. She wasn't sure why she still lay in Hannibal's bed, nor why she had slept better than she had in months. As if on cue, Hannibal's eyes flickered down to her mouth, his own lips parting instinctively. He leant a little closer, closing the gap in between them almost torturously slow. Krissy's heart pounded against her rib cage, begging her body to pull away and run from the room. Instead, she tilted forward, feeling his lips brush against hers, causing her to inhale sharply. Krissy jerked backwards a second later, a panicked expression on her face as she sprung into a sitting position, keeping her back to Hannibal. Winston jumped to his feet at her sudden movements, sensing her tension, looking all but ready to pounce on Hannibal if she gave the command.
"Why do you deny yourself?" Hannibal questioned, sounding a little breathless himself.
"Because it's wrong! This…this can't happen! I'm just…lonely, and you're using that" Krissy retorted, pushing herself out of the bed, still refusing to look at him.
"My intentions towards you are no different than yours towards myself" Hannibal explained, only confusing Krissy further.
Krissy ran a hand through her hair, not sure what to believe anymore. She felt as though she was losing her gauge on reality, on what was right and wrong. Hannibal had manipulated her, imprisoned her, hurt her…what difference could his intentions really make?
"Then that shows just how wrong we are for each other" Krissy stated.
"I would suggest just the opposite" Hannibal insisted.
She slowly turned around to face him, allowing her eyes to roam over his bare chest, catching the lust still clear in his eyes. No one ever looked at her like that. Like she was desirable. Like she was more than the sister of a psychopath. Just as Krissy opened her mouth to reply, she heard the unmistakable sound of a car engine, her head snapping up. Hannibal was on his feet a moment later, striding over to the window, where he stopped sharply. Krissy's forehead wrinkled when she saw the cold look that grew over his features and quickly rushed to join him, her eyes finding a familiar car parked on the gravel road leading away from the house. Her mouth fell open when the driver exited the car, feeling tears beginning to well in her eyes.
"Dad…" She trailed off, placing her hand on the cold glass of the window, wanting nothing more than to call out to Jack.
Hannibal's hand was instantly on her shoulder, applying just enough pressure to provide a warning. She could feel how he had tensed beside her, not being able to predict how she was about to react was clearly putting him uncharacteristically on edge. He must have not been expecting Jack, she realised.
"You know you cannot see him" Hannibal exclaimed, as Krissy kept her gaze on her father, watching him walk towards the house.
"He looks so tired. Broken" Krissy murmured, sadly.
From the window, she could see how his shoulders were slumped, his head hanging low, hair having grown a light grey over the past year. She didn't have to see his eyes to know the sadness that would hide behind them. It made her sick seeing him so broken down.
"He believes you are dead. He's lost all hope of ever recovering your body" Hannibal pointed out, giving her shoulder a squeeze before gently pulling her away from the window.
"What are you going to do?" Krissy asked, eyes wide.
"Tend to my guest" Hannibal replied, pulling away, only for Krissy to grab onto his wrist a second later.
"If you hurt him, I swear to God, I'll kill you with my bare hands" Krissy warned, gripping onto his wrist so tightly she expected it might leave a bruise.
There was no fear or concern in Hannibal's eyes from her words, instead, he seemed amused, almost excited at the prospect. He reached up to brush his hand against her cheek for a moment, causing her to flinch back and drop his wrist from her grasp.
"I would expect nothing less" Hannibal stated, before sauntering towards the door and closing it behind him.
Winston padded over to her, nudging her ankle with his nose, before staring up at her. She crouched down to pull him close to her chest, shaking a little, her emotions having never felt so conflicted. She was terrified for her father, yet at the same time, she was glad to finally have the chance to see him again. For all she knew, it could have been for the last time.
"Jack. What an unexpected pleasure. Please, come in" Hannibal greeted, as he opened the door to Jack before he even had time to ring the bell.
"I'm afraid this isn't a social call" Jack confessed, a sigh leaving his lips as he entered the house.
"You appear troubled. More so than usual" Hannibal pointed out, watching Jack rub a hand over his face.
"I thought you deserved a head's up. The bureau is officially looking into you as a person of interest, Hannibal" Jack informed him.
Hannibal's face gave little away, only seeming slightly taken aback. He chose his next words carefully, eyes flickered up to the ceiling for a moment, his mind turning to Krissy. Surely if her father believed he was involved in her disappearance he wouldn't be acting so civilly?
"In which case?" Hannibal inquired.
"Franklyn Froideveaux's murder" Jack announced, as Hannibal's left eye twitched minimally.
"I have already explained in detail the events of that day" Hannibal replied.
"Then perhaps you can explain how your DNA was found on Franklyn's neck, while Tobias' DNA wasn't?" Jack accused.
"After Tobias snapped his neck, and our subsequent fight, I checked to see if Franklyn was deceased. As any physician would do, I felt for his pulse over his carotid artery. Any DNA you found was due to my hope he could still be alive" Hannibal explained.
"…I believe you, Hannibal. Of course, I do. But it has shone a light on Will's accusations towards you. They've had to reopen the case. They'll need to interview you once again, take your DNA, maybe some of your clothes…" Jack trailed off.
"Am I to expect a warrant for my properties?" Hannibal inquired.
"It's unlikely. Nobody at the bureau shares his beliefs, but we have to do things by the book. I'm sure you can understand that" Jack explained, earning a curt nod.
"I appreciate the warning" Hannibal replied.
"I'm sure we can have this all brushed under the rug in a few days. With Will's trial starting so soon—" Jack cut himself off when a creaking floorboard had his head snapping towards the corridor nearby.
Jack took in Hannibal's mussed hair, the sleep that still seemed to cling to his eyes and quickly put two and two together. He soon found confirmation at the shoes that were in a neat line by the front door, a few of them clearly for a woman. He let out a short chuckle, shaking his head a little.
"My apologies, Hannibal. I didn't realise you had company; I won't keep you" Jack smiled.
"I have heard in passing that you are to be called to the stand for Will's trial. What will you say?" Hannibal inquired.
"The truth. I will take responsibility for all my actions and bear the consequences" Jack went on, as Hannibal tilted his head.
"Even if you lose your job due to this?" Hannibal pushed.
"I am content to let the chips fall. Perhaps it is time to move on. With my job…I feel like I have given my life to death" Jack admitted, a deep sadness in his eyes.
"And now death has followed you home. Come to live in your house" Hannibal pointed out, watching tears begin to well in the older man's eyes.
"Bella has always said I've been the driving force in our relationship. The fighter but…I have nothing left in me. I watch my wife waste away, knowing there is nothing I can do and I find…all I wish is to join her when she goes" Jack confessed, with a shaky breath.
"Jack, you are not sick. When Bella is lost to you, the FBI could still be there" Hannibal said, in an untheatrically soft tone.
"And why would I want that?" Jack retorted.
"Krissy would not want you to give up. You know that" Hannibal insisted, earning a scoff in return.
"A father should not be without his daughter. He can't be" Jack shook his head.
"Perhaps one day, you will be with her again" Hannibal told him, as Jack brushed a few tears from his eyes.
"Thank you, my friend" Jack smiled.
"Should I pass by the bureau tomorrow? I would rather that than have them arrive unannounced at my office" Hannibal explained, as Jack nodded slowly.
"I think that would be wise" Jack agreed.
"Don't worry, Hannibal. This will all blow over soon" Jack insisted, patting Hannibal on the shoulder a few times, before turning back to the front door.
Krissy watched as he left, from where she had hidden behind one of the ornate doors to a guest bedroom. Her heart had stopped when a floorboard had creaked beneath her feet, but luckily her father had seemed content not to press the issue. Why would he when he clearly had such faith in Hannibal. It made her sick to her stomach. Hannibal was using Jack, just like he was using her. Like father, like daughter. It took everything in her not to chase after Jack. She hadn't realised just how much she had missed him, just finding his presence in the house made her feel safer than she had in a year. But the way he was talking…surely he wasn't going to give up? How could she let that happen? The moment Hannibal came back into the house after walking Jack to his car, he gave Krissy an icy look, not having to guess how his DNA had been left on Franklyn.
"Who did you share your suspicions with?" Hannibal asked, slowly stalking towards her.
"Why? Are you scared what they might say?" Krissy replied, almost gleefully.
He stopped only a few inches from her face, looming over her, the darkness rolling behind his hazel eyes. Krissy expected if she had been anyone else he would have thrown her against the wall in that instant.
"I believe you are. If I am to be found out, I will be arrested and you will be flung back into the world you are so insistent you miss" Hannibal explained, as Krissy gave a half shrug.
"Good" She retorted, firmly.
"Do you truly believe they will understand you? Your actions while you have been in my company? Daniel Holden's death? Our intimacy?" Hannibal pushed, seeing a conflicted expression grow over her features.
"They'll accept it" Krissy insisted.
"And you will go back to being the sister of a serial killer, so scared of yourself you hide away your true thoughts and emotions" Hannibal went.
"As opposed to what?" Krissy frowned, as one of Hannibal's fingers hooked under her chin.
"Being true to yourself. Owning who you are, exploring it. We could…explore it together" Hannibal suggested, leaning a little closer to whisper the words in her ear.
"I know who I am" Krissy stated, pulling back quickly, cursing the way her face had flushed under his gaze.
She went to twist around and storm away, but she stopped herself a second later, an idea forming in her mind. A small smirk played on her lips, which she quickly hid as she turned back to the serial killer.
"Bedelia. It was Bedelia I shared my suspicions with" Krissy told him, watching Hannibal tilt his head.
"You have spoken to Doctor Du Maurier?" Hannibal clarified, seeming at lost for words for once.
"Oh, yes. In fact, she was one of the last people I saw before my disappearance" Krissy admitted, as Hannibal tensed at her words.
"What's wrong, Hannibal? Didn't she tell you that?" Krissy asked, unable to keep the smirk off her face.
Krissy had spent the rest of the day avoiding Hannibal, opting to hide away in her room with Winston, only leaving to feed him. She heard Hannibal leave early the next morning, as he came to stop in front of her bedroom door for a few moments, before walking down the corridor. A sigh of relief left her lips as soon as he had left. Hannibal's presence was so…heavy sometimes. It felt like he was suffocating her. Consuming her even. Krissy's mind soon turned to Abigail, who she hadn't seen since they both pulled a gun out on each other. As much as she growing to dislike the girl, they would still have to live together, and having such a rift between her and Hannibal's other captive was not a good idea. Krissy made her way towards Abigail's room, knocking lightly but receiving no response. Growing a little concerned, she opened the younger's girl's door and quickly heard the spray of the shower in the en suite, realising that was most likely why Abigail hadn't answered. She turned to leave when something on the dresser caught her eye. A watch. Krissy's forehead wrinkled, wondering where the object had come from as she had never seen Abigail wearing a watch before. Krissy didn't know a whole lot about watches, but she could guess it was an expensive make. She flipped the watch over, finding an inscription on the other side, her eyes widening when she saw what it read.
For my nephew.
Dropping the watch back to the table, Krissy jerked back with disgust. It was Chris' watch. It had to be. Was Abigail keeping a…trophy? What else was she hiding? Krissy's eyes flickered towards the en suite, listening to how the shower was still on and then set about surveying the room for anything else that was out of place. There wasn't much in the room, a few clothes on chairs, a little makeup and a picture of Abigail and her father. Pulling out the drawers of the dresser, Krissy found they were all but empty and angrily slammed the top drawer shut when she heard a loud thump from inside. Pulling out the second drawer, her mouth fell open when she saw an object had dropped down from the top, tape covering it, most likely having been stuck to the bottom of the drawer. With shaking hands, Krissy reached out and picked it up, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest.
A phone.
Krissy couldn't believe her eyes. It was a cheap pay as you go mobile, but as she pressed a button and the screen turned on, she realised what it meant. She could call for help. But where had Abigail found it? A message suddenly flashed up on the screen from an unknown number, as she opened the notification.
You better have my money this time, Christopher.
Krissy gulped as she realised who the owner of the phone was. Was someone threatening Chris, and how the hell had Abigail even got the device? Shaking her head, Krissy began to dial for help, having entered the number's 91 before stopping herself, Hannibal's words echoing through her head. Would people understand what she had done, would they say she hadn't fought Hannibal hard enough? Would they find out about the kiss, how she shared his bed on more than one occasion? And what of Hannibal? What would they do to him if they found out he was the Chesapeake Ripper, would they shoot on sight?
"This is your one chance, Krissy. It's decision time" Her brother's voice exclaimed from behind her, as she felt his almost ghostly presence.
"What if they don't believe me?" Krissy questioned, as her finger brushed over the number 1 on the phone.
"They will" Ken insisted, his hand reaching out to hers, to press the button down.
Suddenly, Ken's apparition disappeared, and the mobile was snatched out of Krissy's hand. Her eyes snapped up to Abigail's, who was staring at her in disbelief, seeing the numbers on the screen.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Abigail gaped.
"Me?! Why the fuck haven't you called the cops? We could have been saved by now!" Krissy insisted.
"I'm not calling anyone" Abigail murmured, before throwing the phone to the floor and grabbing the chair by her dresser.
Krissy let out a cry as Abigail smashed the mobile with one of the chair legs, shattering the device to pieces. Enraged, Krissy grabbed the girl by her shoulders and slammed her into the wall, a murderous look in her eyes.
"What is wrong with you? That was our one fucking chance!" Krissy yelled, repeating her brother's words.
"I don't want to leave. And deep down, I don't think you do either" Abigail replied, as Krissy all but snarled at her.
"You don't know shit! We'll both die here because of you" Krissy insisted, giving Abigail another hard shove before pulling away.
"Please, as if Hannibal would kill his favourite pet" Abigail goaded.
Just as Krissy opened her mouth to give a vicious reply, the lights in the room suddenly flickered off, sending both girls into darkness. Krissy rushed to the window to see all the lights in the house were also off, her eyes flickering up to the sun that was setting. In less than twenty minutes the house would be pitch black.
"Is this you?" Krissy frowned, watching Abigail shake her head.
"…But I think I know who it is" Abigail admitted.
"What have you done?" Krissy questioned, with wide eyes.
"I…I replied to the messages on Chris' phone. Someone was threatening him. A drug dealer I think. I figured we could frame them. It…it seemed like a good idea at the time…" Abigail trailed off.
"That doesn't explain how they could find us, Abigail" Krissy went on, stalking closer to the girl.
"…I may have told them our address" Abigail admitted, as Krissy threw her arms out in the air.
"What is wrong with you?!" Krissy cried.
"I was just trying to help—" Abigail began but was cut off as they heard the sound of a window being smashed from downstairs.
"If they don't kill you, Abi…I fucking will" Krissy muttered, surveying Abigail's room for a weapon.
"Look, between us both, I'm sure we can take them" Abigail suggested.
"Really? You know the problem with dealers? They don't come alone" Krissy warned, grabbing Abigail's chair, crouching to the ground and breaking one of the wooden chair legs off with her foot.
As if on cue, they heard another noise from the floor they were on, far away from the sound of the smashing window. There was at least two people in the house now, maybe more. Krissy was a good fighter, but she couldn't take on multiple men in a fight and win.
"What are you doing?" Abigail frowned, watching Krissy pull her trouser leg up, taking a deep breath.
"We need Hannibal" Krissy sighed, her eyes flickering to the tag on her ankle.
"You're gonna electrocute yourself?" Abigail gaped, as Krissy positioned the chair leg above the tag.
"You fucking owe me for this" Krissy muttered, before she swung the chair leg down on the device, crushing part of the device.
A sharp electric current zapped up her leg, as Krissy let out a cry of pain, flopping to her knees. Abigail made a gagging sound as she smelt the unmistakable scent of burning flesh, watching as Krissy's eyes fluttered shut, looking like she was about to pass out. She prayed that Hannibal would be notified that Krissy had tried to remove the device. Abigail heard someone opening the doors further down the corridor and realised it wouldn't be long until they were found. She had to think of something. She grabbed Krissy's shoulder and hauled her towards the doorframe, before slowly opening the door and peaking past the doorframe. Her heart stopped for a moment when she saw a middle-aged man storming down the corridor, a gun in his hand.
"We need to get that gun" Krissy exclaimed, pushing herself to her knees, her teeth gritted from the pain still flying up her leg.
"Actually…I think I have a better idea" Abigail replied.
Before Krissy could stop her, Abigail had all but shoved Krissy through the door, as she fell with a thump on the floorboards of the corridor. The armed gunman turned to her immediately, raising his gun in the air. Krissy's eyes widened as she froze for a split second, a bullet whizzing through the air, inches away from her head. She was quick to pull herself to her feet, hurling herself through an open doorway into one of the guest bedrooms. Just before she could make it to safety, another bullet flew through the air, hitting her left arm, blood spraying over Krissy's cheek. While the man was distracted, Abigail made a run for it, sprinting down the corridor and making it to the stairs as the gunman shot after her. With Abigail now out of sight, the attacker turned his attention solely to Krissy. As the man peered into the guest room, his eyes strained to make out Krissy's injured form. Cautiously, he made his way into the room, his gun raised out, ears listening out for the slightest sound. He hadn't been expected Krissy to charge out of the shadows, slamming the wooden chair leg down on his arm, right where his elbow was, as a crack echoed through the air. The man let out a sharp cry of pain, dropping the gun to the ground and clutching at his now likely broken arm. Krissy crouched down to pick up the discarded gun, twisting around and pulling the trigger before the man could stop her. But no bullet left the chamber. The attacker gave her a smirk, as she realised he must have used all his bullets.
"Where is he?" The man growled out.
"You'll have to be more specific than that, mate. We get a lot of folks through here" Krissy shrugged, as the man reached for something in the waistband of his jeans.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll get you talking soon enough" He grinned, as Krissy saw the pocket knife he unfurled in his hand.
Without warning he ran at her, the blade swiping through the air, as Krissy had to jump backwards, almost being cut by the weapon. She blocked the next blow with her arm, as the knife cut down her forearm, causing her to grit her teeth and back up a step. Soon the man had backed her up against the window, thinking he had all but won the fight. Krissy was quick to jump up and rip the curtain from the window, throwing it against the man, covering him from head to toe as he stumbled backwards, now blind. Sending a hard kick to his chest, she had him almost falling over his own feet. He desperately tried to pull the curtain from his head but was distracted as Krissy elbowed him in the face. His arms flailed about, allowing Krissy to rip the knife from his hand. As the man finally managed to pull the curtain away from his head, it was already too late. Krissy slammed the knife into his chest, feeling it pierce through the skin and muscle before ripping it out again. The man let out a scream as she stabbed him again. And again. And again. She erupted into a frenzied attack, blood coating her hands as she continued stabbing him even as he fell to the ground. Only once he had stopped twitching, she finished her onslaught, his chest a bloody mess, ribbons of flesh hanging off his body. Krissy's head snapped up as she heard a sound from further down the corridor. She immediately went to hide beside the doorframe as only a few seconds later, another man entered the room, a startled cry leaving his lips when he saw his friend lying dead on the floor. Without a second thought, Krissy sent the knife into his neck, having cut through his carotid artery, blood immediately spraying out as the man fell to his knees. Leaving him bleeding out on the floor, she stumbled down the corridor and towards the stairs, keeping her eye out for Abigail or other attackers. She wasn't sure what she would do when she saw the younger girl, anger still coursing through her veins. By the time she made it to the living room, the adrenaline was wearing away a little, as she became more aware of blood dripping down from her left arm, the pain growing worse by the second. She stumbled into the kitchen, looking for a towel to wrap around her arm when she felt someone grab her by her hair. A second later, her head was being slammed against the kitchen counter, making her blackout for a moment. As she came to her senses, a fist collided with her cheek, almost throwing her to the floor from the force. She gripped onto the cooker to keep herself upright, turning one of the hobs on. She swiped out with her knife, but her attacker easily dodged the blow. She raised the knife out to try to stab him, but he grabbed her wrist, and with far more strength, managed to push her hand away. Krissy let out a panicked cry as he twisted her wrist around and started to edge the knife towards her own chest. She tried to use her injured arm to push his arm away, but she had little strength left in it. She couldn't die like this, she thought to herself.
"Don't worry. I won't make you suffer long" The man grinned, gleefully.
He backed her up against the kitchen counter, the knife just an inch away from her chest. Suddenly, she pulled her injured arm away as the knife sunk into her shoulder, and instead use her free arm to grab him by his hair. Before he could stop her, she had slammed his face down onto the gas hob, as he let out a blood-curdling scream as the heat began to boil his skin. Krissy felt the heat burning against the skin of her fingers but didn't pull away, even as the man's hands flailed about in a panic. When she was satisfied he wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight, she pulled away and allowed him to fall to the ground. The man was still screaming as he clutched at his burnt face, blood dripping down his cheek.
"Don't worry…I won't make you suffer long" Krissy muttered, ripping the knife out of her shoulder with a groan of pain.
The last thing the man saw was Krissy looming over him before she sent the knife into his eye, twisting it once as he spasmed before going still a moment later. She herself then flopped to the floor, blood pouring out from her wounds, all her energy having left her. Her eyes were fluttering shut when she heard a door open and suddenly there were soft hands touching her face. Her eyes connected with Hannibal's for a moment before he turned to the disfigured body beside her.
"Remarkable girl" Hannibal mumbled, before Krissy lost consciousness, collapsing against him.
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Hannibal's manipulation continues, and it appears he almost has Krissy under his spell. Or is it the other way around? Please leave a review:)
mariafivi1: I'm glad you liked the kiss! The tension between Krissy and Abigail will reach its boiling point soon. Thanks for the review:)
Lola: Aw, thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying the fic:)
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