"Not enough evidence? What a load of bullshit!" Beverly cried, slamming her hands down on Jack's desk, earning an unimpressed look.
"Perhaps we could have found some evidence if you hadn't gone over my head!" Jack retorted, just as loudly.
"I didn't think you would listen" Beverly admitted, watching Jack rise from his chair.
"Listen to how you think Hannibal Lecter, a friend of ours, killed his patient? I can't imagine why you would think that Beverly!" Jack exclaimed, crossing his arms after he had finished.
"Did you even question him?" Beverly muttered.
"He was questioned. But not by me since there is an internal investigation debating whether I'm fit to sit in this chair. One which you certainly knew about" Jack went on.
"…I wasn't thinking about that when—" Beverly began, but Jack was quick to cut her off.
"You weren't thinking at all!" Jack insisted.
"We found his DNA on the victim, Jack. At the very least that's enough to get a warrant" Beverly suggested.
"If you had actually thought of talking to me first, I could have told you Hannibal touched Franklyn's neck when he was checking for his pulse—" Jack was cut off this time, but Beverly's harsh scoff.
"God, that bastard really has an answer for everything, doesn't he?" Beverly huffed, lips drawn into a fine line.
"You've been to see Will Graham" Jack announced, a few seconds later.
"Because you refuse to" Beverly replied, as Jack ran a hand over his face.
"You can't listen to a word that man says, Beverly! He's dangerous!" Jack insisted.
"Answer me one question. Do you really, beyond reasonable doubt, believe that Will is responsible for Krissy's disappearance?" Beverly asked.
"It's the only explanation that makes sense" Jack stated, making her frown.
"That's not a yes" Beverly pointed out, as Jack let out a long sigh.
"His house was full of my daughter's blood. It…it had to be him" Jack explained.
"So, you accept one piece of forensic evidence, but discount another?" Beverly questioned, referring to Hannibal's DNA, getting no response.
"…The last thing Krissy said to me was to investigate Franklyn's murder. She knew Tobias didn't kill him. She knew what really happened" Beverly announced, as Jack gave her an icy look.
"Do not drag her name into this" Jack warned.
"She told you too, didn't she? Warned you about Hannibal? He's the dangerous one, Jack!" Beverly yelled.
"Enough! I don't know what Will said to you, but it has clearly clouded your judgement. I don't want to hear another word of this, Beverly" Jack scolded, as the younger woman clamped her mouth shut, and went to storm out of the room.
Jack sat back at his desk, letting out a prolonged sigh, as he dropped his head into hands. His forehead wrinkled as he remembered one of the last things his daughter ever said to him.
I need you to believe me when I say there is something very wrong with Hannibal Lecter.
"Wait…" He spoke up, trailing off a second later, as Beverly stopped in the doorway to his office.
"As I said, there's no evidence. If that were to change…perhaps I could pull some strings. Have a proper investigation started" Jack explained, as Beverly turned back to him with a smirk.
"Understood" She nodded, a determined look in her eyes.
Krissy stirred slowly at the feeling of something cold being pressed against her cheek, a welcome sensation against her sweaty skin. As her eyes fluttered open, they instantly caught Hannibal's, who had been busying himself with wiping away the flecks of blood that still clung to have face and neck. Krissy inhaled sharply as she began to register the pain that seemed to engulf her body, eyes flickering to the numerous bandages that were tied around her. Her hand moved up to clutch at her shoulder, her nerves feeling on fire, as she remembered the knife that had been plunged into her skin. An IV was attached to her other arm, a bag of fluids having almost run through the drip. She had been out for some time if the ache in her bones was anything to go by.
"I'm still alive then" Krissy announced, her voice hoarse and painful to muster.
"I expect it would take divine intervention to bring you down" Hannibal replied, in an almost playful manner.
"…You came" Krissy murmured, eyes closing for a moment, in a drowsy state.
"Did you doubt I would?" Hannibal questioned, earning a small shake of her head.
"Are you in pain?" Hannibal asked, a few moments later.
"It's bearable" Krissy stated.
"That is not what I asked" Hannibal pointed out, as Krissy forced her eyes open, staring up at him.
"Where's Abigail?" Krissy inquired, the memories of what happened during the attack coming back thick and fast.
"Locked in her room" Hannibal told her, as he reassumed pressing the cool cloth against her cheek.
"What did she tell you?" Krissy frowned.
"A plethora of lies" Hannibal answered.
"Let me guess, somehow I am solely to blame for all this and she's the innocent victim?" Krissy scoffed, as Hannibal moved the cloth down to her neck.
"A common theme in Abigail's stories" Hannibal agreed, lips drawn in a fine line.
"…You're angry" Krissy realised, eyes darting over Hannibal's features, analysing the rare emotion.
"You were injured" Hannibal exclaimed, as if that was enough to explain his innermost feelings.
"Hm. You should see the other guys" Krissy huffed, a slight smile growing on Hannibal's lips.
"I have. They were quite the sight to behold. A striking display of viciousness and beauty" Hannibal mused, causing Krissy to quirk an eyebrow.
"You found beauty in what I did?" Krissy scoffed, near to disbelief.
"Just as I would glimpsing at any artists feat" Hannibal explained.
"I butchered three men. Left a massacre in my wake and you're...you're bloody pleased about it, aren't you?" Krissy muttered as Hannibal pulled the cloth away from her skin.
"Of course" Hannibal replied, simply.
"Would you rather I lied?" Hannibal added, a second later, as Krissy had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes.
"I'd rather not have blood on my hands" Krissy stated, leaning back further against the soft pillow beneath her.
"Now, who is lying?" Hannibal suggested, watching the conflicted expression that grew on her face.
Was he right?
She didn't feel bad when she was killing the men and even now in the light of day, remorse wasn't clawing away at her. What had started as self-defence had become something more. She had left the men disfigured, almost mutilated. A dark part of her mind that she was used to keeping locked away told her they deserved it. That they were nothing. Perhaps that voice was right.
"…Abigail pushed me into their line of fire. This...this was her doing" Krissy exclaimed, raising her injured arm, pressing her fingers to where her bullet wound had been bandaged.
"I expected as much. I found her cowering in a corner after I had tended to your wounds" Hannibal replied, a slight grimace on his face.
"She's dangerous. You get that, right? She's keeping trophies, putting us in danger—" Krissy began, but was soon cut off by Hannibal's pleased tone.
"Us?" Hannibal responded, a smirk playing at his lips.
"Don't twist my words" Krissy huffed.
"My apologies" Hannibal murmured, amused.
"Why do you seem so pleased, anyway? Three bodies to dispose of and a crime scene to clean doesn't exactly seem like it would be the highlight of your week" Krissy pointed out.
"To the contrary, framing Chris' murder on those cretins has been pleasing. There is little to no evidence tying them to…us, as you say. How lucky we are that so many in society choose to keep burner phones" Hannibal went on, a challenge clear behind his eyes.
"Abigail told you about the phone…how did you know I hadn't called anyone?" Krissy frowned.
"I trust you" Hannibal replied, simply.
"You said that before, on the cliffs" Krissy exclaimed, pushing herself into a sitting position, with some effort, lying back against the headboard of the bed.
"I trusted you with my life. Not my freedom. Recent events have changed that" Hannibal told her, watching her eyes widen a fraction.
"I wanted to call the cops. I almost did" Krissy admitted, before she could stop herself.
"Why didn't you?" Hannibal inquired.
"I was scared. I remembered how I was treated the last time I got away from a serial killer…I guess I was worried history would repeat itself" Krissy mumbled, as Hannibal raised an eyebrow.
"Is that all?" Hannibal pushed, as Krissy let out a shaky breath.
"All my life, I've felt…numb. I feel things, but not the way other people do. Flickers of emotion but it doesn't reach here…" Krissy trailed off, placing her hand over her heart, forehead wrinkled.
"And being here? With me?" Hannibal questioned.
"I've never felt more alive. More real" Krissy confessed, seeming bewildered by the words leaving her own lips.
She didn't flinch or pull away when she felt Hannibal's hand brushing over her cheek, before coming to rest at the nape of her neck, applying just the slightest pressure. When their eyes connected, she could see the quiet fondness on his features.
"You are just beginning to understand your potential" Hannibal exclaimed, rubbing his thumb against her neck.
"To kill?" Krissy asked.
"To rise above the inferior swine that surround us. As I knew you would" Hannibal all but congratulated.
"I'm just like you" Krissy murmured, as Hannibal's lips parted, seeming strangely conflicted at his train of thought.
"No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them. By that love, we see potential in our beloved. Through that love, we allow our beloved to see their potential. Expressing that love, our beloved's potential comes true" Hannibal explained, watching Krissy lean forward a fraction.
She knew Hannibal well enough now to be able to read between his riddles. He was finally letting her see behind his person suit, hoping to envelop her inside. To consume her whole, and she was too drained to deny him.
"How do you plan to express yourself, Hannibal?" Krissy replied, in a low tone, eyes dropping to Hannibal's lips on their own accord.
She felt Hannibal's fingers tighten around the nape of her neck, edging her closer until she could feel his breath on her lips. Her chest was rising and falling quicker, a strange excitement rushing through her veins when her eyes connected with Hannibal's.
"…I will let you go" Hannibal told her, suddenly pulling back a fraction, watching confusion grow on her face.
"What?" She frowned, unsurely.
"I told you many months ago, that when I could trust you and vice versa, I would release you. Allow you to revel in your newfound potential" Hannibal went on, as Krissy found her heart racing.
"You mean…leave here? You'd really risk that?" Krissy asked, shocked.
"Are you really so surprised I wish to see you spread your wings?" Hannibal retorted, tilting his head a fraction.
"What's to stop me from telling people the truth?" Krissy pointed out.
"You don't wish to see me locked away any more than I wish to see you suffering the same treatment" Hannibal explained, causing her brow to furrow.
A sickening realisation hit her a moment later. She…didn't want to leave? Somehow, the house that had been her prison for the last year had become less frightening than the outside world. It had become her home. So had Hannibal.
No.
That was Hannibal's influence talking. He was still a killer. An unpredictable one at that. She couldn't trust him. She never would. But that didn't mean she couldn't make him believe differently.
"Thank you" The words came stuttering out of her mouth, the only thing she could think to say that made any sense.
A genuine smile spread over Hannibal's lips, his eyes lighting up for a moment. And just like that, she felt she was already being drawn back under his spell. How could she be distrustful of someone who looked at her so gently?
"First, we must remove this…" Hannibal mumbled, pulling back the bedsheets, his gaze flickering down to the ankle tag.
"Sounds good to me" Krissy exclaimed, hoping her tone didn't reveal her unease.
Later that afternoon, once Hannibal was convinced Krissy was stable enough for the tag to be removed, he began to talk her through the procedure. She was given prophylactic antibiotics and eased her leg onto the sterile field on the bed. She grimaced when Hannibal injected a needle into her lower shin, which he stated was a local anaesthetic. She found herself believing him, what reason would he have to lie anymore?
"There will be a great deal of pain. Are you sure you do not require sedation?" Hannibal inquired, earning a quick shake of her head.
"I've been sedated enough in the past year" Krissy pointed out, watching Hannibal don his gloves, assembling his sterile pack.
"I will have to clean the wound after and—" Hannibal began, but Krissy was quick to cut him off.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were reluctant to do this" Krissy suggested, quirking an eyebrow.
"It is good then, that you do" Hannibal retorted, with a slight smirk.
With the ankle tag disarmed, it was easy for him to unbuckle the device, causing it to pull against Krissy's skin. Picking up a scalpel, Hannibal gave her one last look before cutting into the burnt skin that had been fused to the device. A hiss left her lips, as she watched a line of blood run down her ankle as Hannibal carved into her flesh quickly. Try as she might, she couldn't stop a cry of pain leaving her lips, feeling tears welling in her eyes. She had a high pain tolerance, but the agony she was feeling was almost unbearable. Once he was happy with the result, Hannibal began to pull the device out of her ankle, as Krissy reached out to grip onto his white shirt, biting her lip now. With one final tug, Hannibal managed to rip the device clean from her skin, earning a muffled whimper from Krissy. She slumped against him a moment later, head falling onto his shoulder, the pain still radiating up her leg. Hannibal busied himself with cleaning out the wound that remained, feeling how Krissy fisted the material of his shirt a little tighter. In a matter of minutes, he had cleansed her ankle and bandaged it effectively, and removed whatever was left from the procedure off the bed, pleased to see the wound had not bled as much as he had expected. Removing his bloody gloves, his eyes flickered down to the younger girl who was now leaning against his chest, her soft breaths warm against his collar bone. With cautious fingers, he reached up to caress her hair, running his hand down her brunette locks slowly. He was under the belief she had passed out when her nimble fingers began undoing the top few buttons of his shirt, her head pulling back a little, causing him to give her an inquisitive look. As she pushed his shirt further down his shoulder and reached up to trail her fingers over the small scar on his shoulder, a smile began to pull at his lips. He relished in the memory of the wound she had inflicted during their first true encounter.
"We have matching scars now" Krissy murmured, as Hannibal raised his arm up to press his palm against the bandage on her shoulder.
"That fool should not have had the chance to touch you, let alone mark you" Hannibal replied, lips drawn back into a snarl.
"You don't feel the same about this mark?" Krissy asked, knowing exactly what she was doing as she raked a fingernail over the white scar.
"I savour it" Hannibal told her, as Krissy swept her fingers up his collarbone to rest on the crook of his neck.
"When I first came here, I thought…thought you were empty. That your person suit had become all there was to you. You certainly don't feel anything for your victims. But what you said earlier…was I wrong? Do you feel anything?" Krissy asked, her blue eyes boring into his.
"I do. More so when I am in your company" Hannibal confessed, watching Krissy's lips twitch at his comment.
"And what about Abigail?" Krissy inquired, fingers going still on his neck.
"Do you worry Abigail threatens our relationship?" Hannibal suggested, as Krissy huffed out a laugh.
"I don't think there's any scenario where I could find Abigail Hobbs threatening" Krissy mocked, eyes flickering down as Hannibal licked his lips.
"She hid behind her father's shadow, as she does yours now. Less of a predator, closer to a vulture" Hannibal explained.
"Eating up the remnants we leave behind" Krissy murmured.
"A person who refuses to live up to their potential does leave a bad taste in one's mouth" Hannibal exclaimed, as Krissy mulled over his words.
"She doesn't fear the consequences of her actions or even acknowledge them anymore. She's crossed a line…needs to be reeled in…" Krissy trailed off.
"What would you have me do?" Hannibal asked, curiously.
"Make her fear again" Krissy pointed out, as Hannibal smirked, the expression somehow reaching his eyes.
"Very well. You should do as you desire" Hannibal agreed, watching her forehead wrinkle.
"…And if I can't make her see the error of her ways?" Krissy questioned.
"Then a more permanent method will need to be applied" Hannibal replied, feeling how Krissy stilled.
"You mean...kill her? But she's important to you. To Will, too. I can't just…" Krissy trailed off, as Hannibal reached out to touch her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin gently.
"Soon, all the events of this place will feel like a precious memory. We will leave here and must ensure that nothing stops us" Hannibal told her, firmly.
"You expect me to come running back to you despite cutting me loose? What if I find a better offer out there?" Krissy said, a teasing tone to her voice.
"I have much faith in you" Hannibal smirked.
"…Once I deal with Abigail, you'll let me go?" Krissy clarified, earning a slow nod.
"Then there's no time to waste" Krissy murmured.
This was her one chance at freedom. She wasn't going to waste it. No matter what it took. Her skin itched with anticipation, desperate to free herself from the invisible shackles that she could feel against her skin.
"You are in a weakened state. You should wait to heal" Hannibal advised, seeing something shift behind Krissy's eyes.
Whatever it takes, she thought to herself.
Suddenly, she moved her hand to wrap around Hannibal's neck, ignoring the pain that coursed down from her shoulder. Before he could stop her, she managed to twist them around, pulling Hannibal down onto the bed, pinning his torso down her good leg. He put up little resistance, a curious look in his eyes, seeming to enjoy the feel of her soft fingers across his neck.
"I can handle myself" She whispered, leaning closer to him.
A wave of dizziness hit her almost immediately, the combination of blood loss and dehydration likely the cause of it. Still, she kept herself in place, tightening her fingers just a little more over Hannibal's neck, who for once appeared to be lost for words. He was breathing raggedly, an unnerving look of excitement growing on his face. All of sudden, his hand reached out to grab her thigh, his other gripping the back of her shirt before he rolled them over, as Krissy fell onto the mattress with a thump. She let out a hiss as pain ripped down her shoulder, feeling Hannibal press his body flush against hers, leaning down so that his lips were inches away from hers. His hazel eyes burnt into hers, waiting for her to make the first move, as he kept his hand hooked around her thigh. With her heart thumping loudly in her chest, Krissy leant forward as their lips brushed. A low groan came from Hannibal's mouth a moment later, as instead of pressing a kiss to his lips, Krissy caught his bottom lip between her teeth, biting down lightly. As she pulled back, leaning down on the pillow, she could see the change in Hannibal's eyes, the predatory look that so many had seen before he snuffed the life out of them. His free hand moved up to tangle in her hair, giving a light tug as he began to pepper kisses down her jaw. Krissy bared her neck to him as he continued his descent down, sucking at her thrumming pulse, able to feel how it quickened against his lips. He inhaled sharply for a moment, his fingers in her hair tightening as he seemed to breathe her in. A soft moan rose over Krissy's lips when she felt him nick her skin with his teeth, enough to leave a mark but not break her skin. Goosebumps rose over her body as he raked his teeth down her neck, finishing above her collarbone. Just as his hands were reaching for the buttons of her shirt, causing him to throw one of his legs over her thigh, she felt how he had grown hard, his erection pressing at the top of her thigh. Coming out of the haze she had found herself in, she was quick to realise she was taking things too far.
"I guess you do know how to lose control after all" Krissy whispered, teasingly.
This seemed to have the desired effect, as Hannibal pulled away to meet her gaze, watching her quirk an eyebrow. Relinquishing any form of control was difficult to someone like Hannibal, she figured. Almost unnatural. With a lick of his lips, Hannibal too seemed to come to his senses, as he elegantly rolled off her, as cold quickly spread over Krissy's limbs.
"Will you deny the existence of our intimacy still?" Hannibal questioned, his tone tense.
"I think that might be a little hard" Krissy grinned, dropping her gaze to his crotch.
Hannibal gave her a rueful look, as Krissy couldn't stop the laugh leaving her lips, watching him push himself off the bed with ease. He was quick to pack away his medical supplies, before turning back to her, with a strangely fond gaze.
"Gundytoja" He muttered, shaking his head lightly, before turning on his heel to leave.
The smile on Krissy's face was quick to disappear once he left the room, as Hannibal's earlier words slowly sank in. Could she really kill someone to ensure her freedom? Or perhaps the real question was, could she really let a fledgling killer go free again?
Krissy sat at the dining room table the evening after, taking a sip of the rich wine that Hannibal had placed on the table. He had left shortly before, stating that the alarm to his house in Baltimore had been triggered, something which Krissy wasn't quite sure she believed. Especially considering the look he gave her as he left. A part of him expected to come home to Abigail's corpse. Just as she was debating whether to approach the younger girl, she heard a floorboard creak from down the corridor. Her eyes snapped up as Abigail came into view, her head held high.
"Want a drink?" Krissy offered, raising her glass.
"Is it poisoned?" Abigail questioned, stiffly.
"Do you really think so little of me, Abi?" Krissy scoffed, taking another sip of her own wine.
"I thought I had made it clear how I feel about you already" Abigail exclaimed, coming to sit next to her at the dining table.
"We missed you at dinner" Krissy stated.
"I didn't want to intrude" Abigail murmured, as Krissy raised an eyebrow.
"On what?" Krissy asked.
"Your plan to seduce Hannibal" Abigail announced, glaring at her through her thick eyelashes.
She didn't seem to expect the bark of laughter that left Krissy's lips, who fell into a fit of giggles, having to put her wine glass on the table, in fear of spilling it. Abigail rolled her eyes in annoyance as Krissy's laughter continued, urged on by the look on Abigail's face.
"Wow…you're more insane than I thought" Krissy chuckled.
"I heard you two in his bedroom yesterday" Abigail insisted, as a smirk grew on Krissy's lips.
"Eavesdropping is rude, Abi. I thought you'd know better by now" Krissy retorted.
"Don't mock me" Abigail spat out, hands balling into fists.
"You're right, I don't need to…you do that perfectly well all by yourself" Krissy grinned, picking up her glass to have another sip of wine.
In the blink of an eye, Abigail had picked up the butter knife in front of them, raising it in the air. Krissy had seen this coming at the last second, and threw her wine into the girl's face, blinding her for a moment. She then slammed her wine glass onto the table, which shattered instantly, only the sharp handle remaining. Before Abigail could stop her, Krissy slammed the glass into Abigail's hand, who instantly dropped the knife, which clattered onto the table. Abigail wailed loudly, eyes bulging as she tried to pull her hand away, but Krissy kept her in place.
"A butter knife? Really, Abi?" Krissy scolded, ripping the glass back out of Abigail's hand, who let out a sharp scream.
"God, you think you're so much better than me, don't you?! I…I fucking hate you!" Abigail cried, tone full of jealousy as she clutched at her bleeding hand.
"Yeah? Well, I don't like you much either, sweetheart" Krissy mocked, as the other girl lunged at her.
Abigail was a little stronger than Krissy had been expecting, and clearly far angrier, as her hand reached for Krissy's neck. They both tumbled into the wall, Krissy's head slamming back from the force, as she felt Abigail's hand tighten. Krissy was still weak from her injuries, just as Hannibal told her she would be, and knew she wouldn't have the strength to push the younger girl away from her. Abigail quickly wrapped her other hand around Krissy's neck too, squeezing as tightly as she could. She was surprised to hear a choked laugh coming from the older girl, an unnerving look in her blue eyes. Krissy suddenly lunged forward, sinking her teeth into the back of Abigail's hand, who let out a piercing cry, pulling back instantly. Abigail looked a little faint as she saw a piece of her skin had been ripped off, looking up to Krissy who spat the flesh onto the fall, wiping at her lips.
"Can't say I understand the hype" Krissy murmured, pushing herself off the wall.
"You're fucking crazy" Abigail exclaimed, with wide eyes.
"Why do you think I'm Hannibal's favourite?" She said, giving Abigail a bloody grin.
A second later, she was headbutting the younger girl, who stumbled backwards from the force, disorientated. Pain was coursing all over Krissy's body by this point, as she raised her arm up to grab a fistful of Abigail's hair, dragging her forward. Her shoulder throbbed painfully, the wound there most likely having reopened, but Krissy didn't relent until they had crossed the room, coming to the large golden mirror opposite the dining room table.
"Should I finish what your daddy started, Abigail?" Krissy mocked, a strange feeling taking over her.
She felt…powerful.
"Y-you wouldn't dare…" Abigail stuttered, her tone betraying how scared she was.
"I think you might be overestimating my character" Krissy whispered, before she slammed Abigail's face into the mirror, which cracked at the force.
Abigail let out a piercing scream as Krissy pressed her face harder against the glass, the sharp shards starting to cut the skin on her cheek. Just as Abigail began to plead for her life, Krissy pulled her down by her hair, causing her to cut her face further on the shattered glass. Krissy then allowed Abigail's body to flop to the floor, as she clawed at her bleeding face with a moan. With an emotionless expression, Krissy pulled a shard of glass from the mirror, cutting her own fingertips, before going to stand over Abigail's body.
"Do it" The familiar voice of her brother echoed through the room, as Krissy's head snapped to the mirror.
Her eyes went wide as instead of seeing her own reflection in the mirror, she saw his. Her brother's cold eyes stared back at her, mouthing the words 'do it' over and over again. Krissy looked back down at Abigail who was holding her hands up in front of her, a tear rolling down her cheek. Krissy gulped as she realised what she had been about to do, and began to lower her hands when she heard a clicking sound.
The sound of a gun.
Krissy's head snapped up to see a figure stepping out of the shadows, as all the breath left her lungs. Her blue eyes connected with brown, which were full of shock and…fear. Something which she never wanted to see in the woman standing by the dining table.
"Krissy?" Beverly choked, her hands shaking as she gripped her gun harder.
"What…what are you doing here?" Krissy gaped, stumbling backwards, away from where Abigail was still bleeding on the ground.
"…I came to save you" Beverly murmured, eyes filling with tears.
"Bev, it's not what…I…I can explain—" Krissy cut herself off, as she went to move forward, flinching when Beverly raised the gun level with her head.
"Were you gonna' kill her?" Beverly asked, as Krissy turned back to the mirror.
Her own reflection was back, blood coating her lips, a spray of the dark red substance against her cheek. And there was something in her eyes that she recognised all too well. She had seen it in her brother. She had seen it in Hannibal.
"Y-you need to go. Now" Krissy exclaimed, watching Beverly's forehead wrinkle.
"That won't be possible" A voice boomed from the other side of the room.
A chill went down Krissy's spine, as Hannibal stepped out from the kitchen, his eyes flickering from Krissy to Beverly. The older woman was quick to turn her gun to the serial killer, the shaking of her hands getting worse. Krissy didn't think she had ever seen Beverly quite so scared. Dread settled into her bones, as the pair both turned to look at her, an insistent look in their eyes. They both expected her to come to their aid.
She had to choose.
Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! It looks like Krissy might not be as in control of her own mind as she thought. Who will she choose? Lot's of big things to come soon! Please leave a review:)
acetwolf94: I hope you like the new chapter!
WinterRose: Aw, thank you so much! I hope you liked the fight, it was definitely one of the most intense scene's I've written. Thanks for reviewing:)
wwwszaboviki1998: Lot's of Will coming soon! As well as more angst than we can probably handle, haha.