I do not own Hannibal. I only own Simone Hale and her mother.

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I tried to sleep late so I could relax my mind and body from yesterday's stress, but relaxation was escaping me at every toss and turn under the covers. My nerves were about to break with how much worry coursed through me because of the fact that Will was probably telling Hannibal everything I shared in Jack's office last night.

A hungry cannibal ready to place my organs in his freezer kept flashing behind my eyes from my own imagination and thankfully not an actual vision. With a huff I threw the covers off me and started making my way to the kitchen. Maybe some tea would calm my overactive state of anxiety. The teacup shook in my hands as I tried to take a few sips.

"I never should have said a word," I snapped at myself before rushing to my closet to put on some clothes so I could go to town. I had to get out of this apartment and far away from this place so in case Hannibal came back dead set on killing me. Traffic was almost nonexistent as I made my way to the nearest mall. Aimlessly wandering around the mall helped to distract me for a bit, but the phone call from Jack turned my stomach.

"Simone, you were right, you were right about everything, but we messed up the vision," Jack's voice yelled through the phone amidst a chaos of sirens and yells as background noise.

"I already told you that you would mess something up because fate does not like being toyed with at all. So what happened?" I asked while walking over to the nearest fast food place in the food court to buy some lunch before it was time to decide whether to run for the hills or return to my apartment.

"Hannibal and Will found out the man's information at the construction site. They rushed to the house, but they were able to contact the wife of the husband before they got there. The woman tried to shoot her husband, but she missed and shot her daughter in the head, killing her instantly. Hannibal and Will arrived on the scene to see the husband cut his wife's throat with a knife. The paramedics were unable to save her. However, the husband shot Will in the leg when Will entered the kitchen. Will killed the man, and then he was rushed to the hospital," Jack explained and I felt my heart ache for all of the people killed and hurt in this new fate.

"Hannibal offered to pick you up from the apartment to take you to the hospital if you want to see Will," he continued and my heart started beating rapidly.

"Tell him thank you, but there is no need. I'm not at the apartment. I'll take a taxi to the hospital," I said quickly before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. My palms grew sweaty and a vision over took me.

I was walking down the hallway leading to my apartment with a rushed pace. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up to alert me that something was behind me. My shaky hands fought with the keys to open the door when a gentle warm hand was placed on my lower back. Everything froze as warm breath raced across my ear.

"It seems you see more than you shared with me earlier, but now the question is, have you seen anything about me and do not lie," Hannibal's voice gained a darker tone as his other hand caressed my neck. "Such a wonderful smell," I heard him whisper before his hand tightened around my neck.

A gasp escaped me waking me from the vision. I saw other people in the mall staring me down strangely before I ran outside to get a taxi. I could not let that vision happen. I had to get away. I had to do something because a man of his intellect and abilities would know I was lying before I even tried. I did not want to be in that position with him. My fingers fiddled nervously with my bag as I tried to wave down a taxi. A taxi did not stop and I tried multiple attempts even cursing at one in my nervous state.

I was about to call my mother as a last resort to just be able to gather clothes and leave the country, but a nice car pulling up in front of me almost made me die on the spot. I deadened my expression when Hannibal exited the driver's side and walked to stand in front of me. His eyes had a dark and calculating gleam in them and I knew then and there that Will or Jack had told him everything. My fate for a normal as possible life was no longer an option as he trailed a finger down the side of my cheek.

"Simone, you seem to have left off much information about your talent," he started as he lifted my chin to make me stare him straight in the eyes. "My most important question is why have you not told Jack or Will about the visions I'm sure you've seen about me?" he said as his hand rested around my neck with no tight pressure yet.

I would be lying if I said I was calm right now. I would also be lying if I said that I did not want to at least try jabbing my fingers in his eyes, kick him in between the legs, and run like there was no tomorrow. However, with the predatorily look he was giving me, I knew I had to play the honest card and hope I lived.

"I value my own life more than telling Jack what you do to people who are extremely rude and disgusting," I said as calmly as I could while never losing eye contact.

Our staring contest continued as he was lost in his own mind. Slowly a smirk rested on his countenance as his hand moved from my neck to my cheek. He moved some of my hair behind my ear before leaning down to be closer to my face. "And if I kill somebody tonight and serve them as dinner to Jack right in front of you, will you still value your own life more than what you could do to try and get me put behind bars?" he whispered seriously as he tightened his grip on my hair.

"I already had multiple times to turn you in, but I have done no such thing. You have nothing to worry about from me. If Jack or Will discover anything about your activities then that will be because you slipped up, not because I said something," I hissed back with a glare with how tight he was holding my hair.

"I am sure you know what will happen to you if an accidental slip on your part occurs," he said releasing the grip on my hair to smooth it down and play with it.

"I became the latest Hannibal Lecter famous entrée," I said before backing away from him. A small smile appeared on his face when my challenging look did not disappear. I was not going to share anything about this man if it kept me alive.

"Which would be a shame, you're quite polite for a woman your age and you have a charm to you," he said backing away from me as well with his coy smile never leaving his face. He opened the passenger door asking if I wanted to visit Will at the hospital. Denying him right now would be impossible with the threat hanging over my head of my organs being served at his dinner party. Entering the car sealed my fate even more of being stuck in the middle of so much.