The room is immaculate, precise in its design and intended to both entice and intimidate with its combination of rich blues, intricate patterns of swirling greys and dark hard wood furniture. He had shown her around the house, his intentions a hopeful attempt at 'refreshing' her memories of times they had spent together. But her mind had been elsewhere the entire time, barely registering the coaxing encouragement to look deeper than merely seeing and managing only to gain vague sighs of exasperation whenever she simply nodded at his words. Occasionally there would be the ghost of faces, voices as they spoke in distorted sentences when ever her mind slipped and she found herself following his simple request to observe, but they mattered little to her in that moment. She had far greater things on her mind, plotting revenge for his actions at the hospital and trickery during the car journey.
Now, she sat within the dining room, Hannibal sat at the head of the table whilst she sat too his immediate left. Her eyes were mapping the room, drinking in and registering the information that she needed to carry out her plan. It would be difficult, awkward even, as he seemed to have screwed down any piece of furniture that her smaller frame could manage to budge. She would need to suss out where he kept his screwdrivers. If he had any that was. If not, then she would think of something else.
"You seem distracted dearest. Is my cooking not to your taste or is there something on your mind that you wish to discuss?"
Felicia snapped from her scheming to look towards him, face set like marble and completely unreadable as she processed his question, he had a glint in his eye that made a shiver run through her spine, playful yet menacing, something that sent a bubbling of excitement as memories of arousal flashed through her mind. There were two problems with such questions: Firstly, of course his cooking was not to her taste, it was human and, therefore, wrong on more levels than she cared to count. Not that she'd bring it up, not until she knew exactly where she stood with the man and whether she'd end up as dinner also if she let her knowledge be known. Secondly, there was no chance in either heaven or hell that she'd disclose her thoughts to him. That would spoil the fun and lay waste to the time she had spent planning and thoroughly mapping it out.
So what better than to lie and play along with his little memory game?
"You're cooking is wonderful and you know it is... It is more that I find myself caught between distorted memories, disembodied voices speaking conversations that I feel I have once held within these walls. But they make no sense and hold no perfect pattern... In short, I feel like I've fallen out of the sanity tree head first"
Hannibal smirked slightly, taking a gentle sip of his wine, allowing the deep bodied flavour to caress his taste buds before sending her an amused look. So his tour of the house had worked in some small way it seemed, it could only be a matter of time now before her mind began to unravel and re-stitch together the events of her life before. He just needed to give some minor encouragement into the right direction.
"If you allow yourself to truly focus dearest, you may recall that you were required to be psychoanalysed when you first entered your profession... It is only fortunate that it was myself who did the test and was able to pass you on the results, otherwise I doubt they would have let you leave the office"
Her face scrunched up slightly in confusion as a picture embedded itself firmly within her minds-eye. The image of her sat opposite the good doctor as they both sent psychological shots towards each other, a strange battle between the two of them. She remembered that much about herself, she had been a psychiatrist before this strange reality, having to make sure Sera didn't steal any of her case studies. So why would it be any different here?
"I'm a psychiatrist here too?"
"You 'were' a psychiatrist my love"
Felicia felt her eye twitch and pulse skip at the endearment once more, sending him yet another frozen glare as her knuckles turned white around the cutlery she clutched. What the hell did he mean?
"Were? Please do elaborate on that... Dearest"
Placing his own cutlery down gently, he met her gaze as he folded his hands beneath his chin, choosing to ignore the blatant venom she used as she spat the endearment. Perhaps riling her up was not the kindest move he could make, but it seemed the easiest way to access her emotions. He wanted her livid, vibrant and alive, just like the woman he knew her to be. The smile that graced his lips was slow, calculated and seemed to scream 'you won't like this' as she gritted her teeth and tried to push down the anger that was bubbling back up, this was not what she had planned when she had promised herself to behave.
"I said: Elaborate"
"Omega's are un-permitted to work once they are mated too an Alpha. It is only through your own sheer determination that you were able to become a psychiatrist in the first place, through the use of heat suppressants and scent altering perfumes, before meeting myself... The only careers that actually permit Omega are within the serving and hospitality industries. On rare occasions, they can even become mid-wives"
With each word that passed his lips, Felicia could feel the shroud of rage encompassing her mind further, a menacing and dangerous voice within her mind beginning to gnash it's teeth and snarl to be released, before finally snapping. Her fists slammed down onto the table as she threw herself up onto her feet, eyes glassy as she snarled at the man, failing to register the victorious gleam within his eyes once more as, for a brief moment, the ghost of his own Felicia emerged upon her face and reminded him that he was not the only danger that sat within the room before fading back to the recesses of her mind.
"Are you trying to tell me that I am not ALLOWED to work in the profession I busted my ass for?"
"In short my dear, yes"
A distorted scream of rage, horror and sheer frustration ripped from her throat as she threw herself bodily away from the table and sent her chair flying backwards before storming towards the dining room door, eyes deranged as she turned back towards Hannibal, barely registering the vague look of mutual irritation upon his own face. Fuck him if he thought he could berate her and not get the brunt of her temper.
"I am not a fucking housewife! You can go burn in the seven circles of hell if you think I'm cleaning you kitchen and acting like your unpaid maid because I 'don't have a choice'! Now if you don't mind, I am going to bed!"
She stormed towards the stairs, hearing Hannibal's own chair move as he made to follow her. She may have been a little more derogatory with her outburst than she should have been but she found she could genuinely not have cared any less. She would be much happier once he was asleep and she could unleash her true revenge upon him.
"Felicia! You will come back here now!"
"Bite me, you asshole!"
She went into the closest room she could find, grateful that it was actually a guest bedroom, locking the door and throwing herself upon the bedding with another scream of frustration at the man who stood on the other side of the locked door. There was a vague gnawing within her gut as she waited for the hours to tick by, hearing the man retreat from the door and move back downstairs, an overpowering scent of sheer dominance, rage and arousal seeping through the gap of the door and infiltrate her senses, causing a weak whimper to break past her lips as she curled in on herself slightly against the soft sheets. She got the feeling she was playing a very dangerous game with the wrong person.
He paced around his study, body almost predatory as he fought to regain control of the beast that she had unleashed within him. He had the right mind to force his way into the room his young mate had barricaded herself within and lay out punishment for the behaviour she had dared to display towards him. He had wanted her to fight back, but not to the extent she had done.
Before the coma, she had always saved such behaviour for when she wanted his darker side to take over, wanted him to hunt her down throughout the house and claim her in a mesh of sharp teeth and punishing thrusts, his hidden beast claiming and marking what was his before falling victim to sleep in whatever part of the house he had cornered her in. She had always been feisty, vicious behind the mask she wore and he had basked in it whenever she had let it slip. Unlike any Omega he had met before, she was wild and untamed, unwilling to simply relinquish the control she had over herself and her life. She had never wanted a mate before meeting him and had fought against his advances till the bitter end before finally accepting him.
But now, those words were genuinely meant to offend him, to fight against him and what he now stood for in her life. The one who held her prisoner, kept her chained with concepts she had no memory of. He could not allow himself to fall weak to his own desires, not until he knew she would not shun him for it.
Her outburst had enraged him, reminded him of times before and caused his blood to burn hot with the need reclaim, mate and bind her to him completely once more, to gain her submission in the most primal of ways. He could feel his cock swell as he allowed himself to fall back into the luxurious wingback armchair behind him, the light of the fire before him lighting his features as a slender, talented hand traced the outline of the appendage through the fabric of his trousers before lowering the zipper and freeing the heavy organ from within, wrapping his strong hand around the base and giving a determined stroke and twist to the head.
His eyes fell shut, the feel of his hand running along his erection causing a low growl of arousal to leave his throat. He imagined her, once more within the dining room as she knelt before him, his chair pushed back slightly to allow her space between his thighs, that wicked, talented mouth that had spoken with venom now wrapped around his swollen shaft and looking up at him through her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed as she took him in deeper and moaned as he carded his fingers through her hair, taking a firm grasp before forcing himself further within. She choked so beautifully around his cock as tears filled her eyes and she begged him silently with her eyes to let her breath easier.
"You were very rude Felicia... What is to be done about that?"
In his fantasy, as his hand speeds up along his arousal and he feels the coil of arousal begin to tighten within his abdomen, he has her bent over the dark wood of the dining table. A perfect contrast to the pale shade of her skin as he exposes her to him and thrusts himself deep within, revelling in the startled cry of mixed pleasure and pain she gives at the sudden intrusion of her body as he begins a brutal pace intended to punish and remind her that she belongs to him and bring her back into submission beneath him.
But she has never been submissive she reminds him as she thrusts back onto him, taking her own pleasure as they both feel his knot begin to stretch with his impending orgasm. She looks over her shoulder too him, eyes burning with all the passion she holds as she moans and calls his name like a mantra. She is his vixen, the only one he knows is truly brave enough to fight against him and able to withstand the monster he hides within his human suit. She is a monster herself, a devil hidden behind the mask of an angel.
The thought is all it took to finish him as, with a low groan, he released into his own hand before taking a few tissues from the box beside him, wiping his fingers clean and tucking himself away once more with a satisfied smile upon his lips. He was back under control of himself now, the Chesapeake ripper hidden carefully once more behind the charade that was Hannibal Lecter and his desire to mark and own her quelled for now.
But he had a fresh goal within his mind now. He may not be able to simply take her like he desires too, but he can build up too it and remind her of the love she felt for him, still feels for him deep within her frozen heart. It will just take time and planning. He will court her again, but not like the first time. He will court her like the gentleman he portrays himself to be rather than the murderer he truly is until she remembers and embraces their shared madness.
3AM. The house was silent as Felicia moved through the halls of the house. She had long since heard the tell-tale shutting of a door across the landing that signalled Hannibal's own retirement to sleep but had chosen to wait until she could be certain he was sleeping. She had little time to carry out her plan, the knowledge that he is an early riser causing her to move more swiftly, petite form darting towards the kitchen with agility she couldn't quite believe was her own.
She felt she had done this before as she carefully shuffles through the contents of each drawer in search of a screwdriver. The feeling that there is a reason that the furniture has been secured in place, a reason that includes herself quite prominently, sends a shot of pride through her heart, but she can't quite place why.
'You won't find a screwdriver in this house... Hannibal has made sure of that after the last time'
The voice within her mind is definitely her own this time, but it's cold and menacing as it chuckles at her efforts, knows more than it lets on. For a moment, she sees herself in her minds-eye and is filled with a feeling of fear. Murderer echoes through her mind as the vision faded and she halts her hunt for the tool. The fear goes quickly, leaving something warm within her chest, as if she has wanted to see that woman, her true self, for so long.
'Use a knife... he won't expect it and we need to punish him. He has forgotten who he is dealing with'
Felicia listened to the voice gladly, listened to the darkness of her own soul as she pulled a selection of knives from their place, from simple cutlery to a sharp looking paring knife. She was determined to finish what she had started as she moved towards his study with the same agility as before. She felt as though she was beginning to meld with the memory of the other woman, accepting the dark and all consuming rage that she consists of. It made her feel whole again after so long of feeling like only half a person.
It was a worrying concept when it dawned on her. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so complete, like she no longer had a missing piece. She only knew that it was before six months ago that she had not felt broken, but she couldn't fully picture it.
'The memories will come in time... You will find me again and we will be whole once more... For now, just trust that Hannibal will not hurt you no matter how far you push him... Before all of this, he took care of you so well'
With that, the dark presence within was gone and she was alone as she began to test each knife on the screws that held down his desk, blunting the paring knife before discovering that the cutlery knife was actually best suited to her task. She didn't care. It just added to her revenge for his behaviour, blunting one of his precious knives was a small victory but would add to the effect she wanted.
She repeated the process on several other pieces of furniture, pushing each one an inch to the left or right before finally deciding that she has done enough on this aspect. His OCD for everything to be perfectly in place and ordered just to his taste would pick up on the changes as soon as he walks in and she can't wait for the result, as dangerous as it may be.
But she still felt that it wasn't enough, that there was still something missing as her eyes landed upon the abandoned I-pad upon his desk. A menacing smile graced her lips as she took a quick glance towards the clock. 4:30AM, she still had a little over an hour as she picked the tablet up and clicked the power button on, faced with a password barrier.
'Mischa'
That voice again, gone as quickly as it came with an answer as she typed in the name. Her heart constricted sharply as she put in the correct code, the name of his late sister. She did feel guilty for a split moment before rebuilding her resolve once more. She was good with technology, always had been she thought as she downloaded the app she needed and began to scroll through the playlist that comprises completely of aria's, opera and instrumental classics. How expected. She was going to have fun with this one.
It was little over 5AM when she finally finished her task and put the knives away in their separate places. She felt anticipation, even excitement chewing at her insides as she crept back to her room and locked the door with a subtle click. He would be up soon, and then she would see just how far she could push before she broke his mask, all in the name of revenge.
