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

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The days passed sooner than I would have preferred because I was now getting ready for Hannibal's dinner party. He had already informed me that many of the cultural socialites in town will be arriving to enjoy his dishes. Thankfully, he was still sticking to what he said about fixing me a vegetarian dish, but it would not be fun to sit there while everybody partakes in cannibalism unknowingly.

I tried to spend some time with Will at the hospital to help me take my mind off the issue with Hannibal, but I only received more visions of Will's future cases. However, in all of the visions it seemed as if his mind was leaving him more and more, but not in the actual way of insanity. I tried to mention to him to get his brain scanned just for health purposes, but he immediately denied my proposal saying he was not going crazy.

A sigh left me when another vision of Will's mind deteriorating flashed before my eyes. Hannibal's shadow always loomed in the background of the visions of Will's mind getting sicker physically. I knew Hannibal was going to do something to Will, but I was not shown the vision of what exactly was going to occur.

Slipping into a black dress and black heels was not really what I wanted to wear, but Hannibal would not allow me to show up with anything less in style. I'm sure that the people there would be wearing the same or even better outfits, but I refused to be lavished with things just because Hannibal saw me as resourceful for him.

Curling my hair and adding a little makeup was the final touches before I grabbed my apartment keys, locked the door, and walked over to Hannibal's place. He answered the door with his usual fake smile on his face, but it turned into a slight smirk when he saw me. "Welcome Simone, the dress looks wonderful on you," he said moving away from the door to allow me entrance. I could hear in the background multiple people laughing over the sound of wine bottles being opened.

"Thank you, Hannibal. It sounds as if you have a full house," I answered in reply and jumped when he closed the door and put a hand on my lower back. I looked up at him wondering what he was doing, but his usual smirk was still in place.

"Allow me to introduce you to my other guests," he said and led me into the dining room, where people were beginning to take their seats around the table. The seat at the head of the table was left open as well as one of the seats beside it. He kept his hand on my lower back the entire walk and he even pulled out my chair for me.

"Thanks," I said softly before I was pulled into conversations with the other guests. I was surprised at how quickly the women were to ask me if I was with Hannibal romantically. I had almost denied them, but Hannibal beat me to the punch.

He took his seat at the head of the table and gently took one of my hands with his. The other women looked at me jealousy or happily as Hannibal placed a kiss on my hand. "Ladies, Simone and I are together, but please be polite. She and I have only just started this relationship, and I would not want her to be scared away," he said suavely, which caused the other women to giggle.

I just gave him an incredulous look before putting on the acting skills when he gave me a serious look. A small shy laugh escaped me before squeezing his hand back in return. "I won't be scared away easily, no worries," I told him and the ladies even though I kept my eyes on him the entire time. If anything was going to scare me away, it would be the cannibal holding my hand, but no need to tell the giggling geese beside me that.

"I'm happy to hear that," Hannibal said before standing from the table as catering staff brought out the meal that Hannibal prepared with them. Beautiful plates of food were placed onto the table amongst the exclamations of wonder from the guests. I watched as a sense of thrill went through Hannibal's eyes as the feast began and people were digging unknowingly into the organs of people. His eyes flashed to me when a plate of a vegetarian dish was placed in front of me.

"Thank you," I whispered to him before taking a bite of the dish while trying to ignore what was occurring around me. My stomach was queasy, and it grew worse when the women tried to offer me some of the meat, but they stopped when I told them I was vegetarian. Thankfully, they left me alone, but I could feel Hannibal's eyes staring at me through most of the meal.

A man across from me picked up a piece of meat and my heart stopped. Visions of a man cuddling into covers of a motel room with dead people as angels flashed through my mind. The people had been on fire in the man's mind before he created them to be angels, who would watch over him as he slept. The skin from the back stretched into wings with blood trickling down was what snapped me out of the vision. The juice dribbling out of the meat that entered the man's mouth almost made me throw up.

My utensils were firmly set down on the table after that and I kept my eyes on the beautiful vegetables on my plate. The image of twisted angels was still playing through my mind as people ate the human organs so beautifully cooked in front of them. Hannibal's hand came to rest on my mind again and I looked up at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked as quietly as he could without drawing suspicion from the nosy people in the room.

"Have you ever seen angels that cannot fly?" I asked quietly before excusing myself from the table since others were finished. That was the only hint that I was going to give him and anybody else that asked, namely Jack. If nobody was able to figure out then I could care less.

The time after the dinner was annoying since the socialites were growing tipsier or nosier. All I wanted to do was crawl under my bed covers and sleep after sitting in a room with unknowing cannibals, and another vision. Most visions like that would not bother me, but sitting in a room full of people eating other people just made the gruesomeness of the vision disturbing.

A gasp left me as two strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind as a head came to rest on my shoulder. "You had another vision," Hannibal stated with certainty and I nodded. "Does it deal with me or hurting me?" he asked and I shook my head. "Why tell me then?" he whispered with his lips close to my ear.

"Because you are a curious person, it's in your nature to know as much as you can of every situation," I whispered back to him since some of his guests were still in the process of leaving. I held in my next gasp of surprise as he lightly bit my neck.

"You want to continue to pique my curiosity?" he questioned and I turned around in his arms to look at him.

"It's better for you to keep interest in me than to lose it in case you decide you've had enough of me and what I know. I would much rather live and keep your attention than die," I told him. "Anyways, I will not tell you everything because you already know what will happen. However, I see no problem giving you hints so you will not harm me," I continued.

He stared me down for a while before leaning down to be close to my face. I stared him down not wanting to lose this battle of wills. "Hints are acceptable, but harming you has not crossed my mind unless you go against your word," he whispered and his cologne seemed to fill the air around us. "You have so much potential if you only let me guide you," he said before giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Simone," he said before walking with me to my apartment, making sure I got inside, and then leaving.

Slumping to the ground was the first thing I did when I entered my apartment. "What in the world is going through his mind?" I yelled when I was finally able to work through what just happened. "That's it, tomorrow, I'm getting a dog," I continued before locking my door and storming to the shower to get ready for bed.