Ok guys here is the first chapter. This is my first fanfic so I would greatly appreciate reviews. Criticism is accepted but no flaming.

Chapter 1: The Hunt

Hannibal Lector had always enjoyed a breif walk through the dark and cold environment of his city. However something was out of place it

seemed, the Doctor had a queer feeling in the back of his mind, as though he was being monitored by some greater power, as though he

was the target of a mind as potent and sadistic as his own. It was one of the most rare occassions where even Dr.Lectre himself felt a sence

of vulnearbility. He began to waltz through the darkness faster and faster, but stoped to calm himself. Surely I will not be reduced to some

God damned animal, he inwardly reminded himself, and looked up with the greatest clarity and cunning that he had not felt in ages. With a

renewed sence of power he slowly and inconspicuoously began to search his environment for his hunter, all the time walking with a false

appearance of calmness. After passing through a network of building angles and corners, Mr.Lectre identified that he was in fact being

followed. He inwardly smiled, priding himself in his still acute and potent sences. Within a matter of minutes he had identified his foe and was

already preparing a suitable demise for him, or was it her. Hannibal began to muse about the natural cycle of life and death, The insect

travels to survive and reproduce, but in a twist of irony is entangled within the web of the spider, providing life to it instead.

Unfortunately for you my nameless pursuer, I am the spider on this day. Dr. Lectre had always appreciated the lessons that the natural

world had provided him with. Survival of the fittest he said in his mind. The Doctor recalled that the next block contained a dead ended

allyway, his trap was now set, and despite his lust for the kill he calmed himself to a slow pace, heading for his web as though it were any of

the other streets he had passed. He mused the unlimited options of punishment that were placed before him, but understood that this death

would be quick and quiet. It had been a long time since he had last killed, perhaps a few months, but he would have to settle for an average

homicide, Oh well he thought, I will simply find a new hunting ground to satisfy my thirst. At last he was descending to his hideous

trap, protected by a sea of darkness. He made as sharp and quick of a turn as possible and now layed in wait for his prey to fall into his

hands. in a few seconds the silhouette of the would be hunter arrived, and Hannibal was unable to supress a grin of superiority. " Those who

underestimate their opponent are those who perish by the will of their own prey." he uttered coldly.

Amanda's POV

Amanda was astonished that the Doctor was able to understand the situation in such a short amount of time, and despite all the precaution

she took in pursuing him. John had warned her that this was no ordinary man, but an cold and calculating killing machine. However she

never expected such a powerful and cunning foe. In a blur of motion Lectre had reveled a scalpel and began to assault Amanda in a fury.

The scalpel was flashing, the possibility of life and death flickered in Amanda's mind. He is toying with me her mind seethed. He enjoys

this. Hannibal's victory was at hand, but it seemed that fate would intervene, as the Doctor stumbled to his feet. Amanda took her

opportunity, and her syringe full of anestetics found its target. This will be a very interesting game Amanda thought.