I felt relatively better after having a chat with Dr. Lecter. He was easy to talk to which would mostly be due to him being a psychologist.I slid my helmet over my hair and kicked my bike to life as my thoughts of Dr. Lecter faded and now were more focused on Will. I took my time driving to his house in the middle of no mans land. I wasn't sure how this would play out, or how he would react, or even how I would react to him reacting. A small bug splattered against my helmet's visor causing me to have to stare at it for the rest of the drive. Which would keep my mind busy with cursing the thing.

Pulling up once again to Will's house the nerves crept into my body. He was already awake and outside as I took my helmet off and put it on my bike. A little pup came running my way and I picked him up. He tried to lick my face, as I made my way to Will, "I think you lost someone" I wanted to keep my tone light. Setting down the dog I leaned up against the railing of his porch and waited for him to be ready.

"I'm surprised you stayed…" His voice was rough as he looked up from his hands to almost make eye contact with me.

I wanted to say, 'yea me too haha,' but I felt that wouldn't go over well. Honestly though, I wasn't sure what to say. Everything that came to mind was cold or not appropriate. But luckily as my thoughts wandered, Will saved me and said something else.

"Were you taken or did you run away?" He still watched me waiting for my excuse.

"I ran away…"

"..."

"You were going to college and leaving me with them. They were never really parents to me and you were the only thing that mattered to me. I figured you'd just continue on your way to college and Octavia Graham would no longer exist in society's eyes, just like it should have."

"Don't say that! You were a great sister and our parents did love you. They were broken up when you left and I even stayed at home an extra year to wait for you." He stood up and was up in my face mad at the words I told him.

"Then they were faking it. YOU COULDN'T DO WHAT YOU DO NOW, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW THEY FELT." I took a deep breath and tried to keep my voice down, "They only needed to take care of you Will. I accepted that and I never hated you for it. I was never suppose to be part of that family." Tears started to well in my eyes as I bit down on my lower lip to keep any crying noises from come out. "The only bright side of my childhood was you and you were leaving me… with them…" I broke eye contact and walked away to the other side of the porch as Will starred where I had been standing.

"I'm sorry you waited an extra year with them, but I couldn't have lived with them alone. Without you. So I ran away." I turned back to him and watched his stillness, "I was happier with complete strangers then I would have been with our parents. I even made a career from it. I'm a great sculpture, people request me around the world to make them things. I'm fucking great at what I do and I'm able to live the life I've wanted to. I get to save that money and do whatever I want with it. I'm happy and my life is perfect the way it is but…" I let myself stop and take a breath. I hadn't been breathing properly, just wanting to tell him everything as fast as I could before he told me to leave.

"But what?" Will looked towards me waiting for me talk. It was hard to completely register what he was thinking.

"But I saw you on the News and in articles, and I missed you so much. The only thing that would truly complete my life was having my brother back in it. My one and only true family. I tried to keep an eye on what you did when I had any free time to. That's why even when I was close by I never came to see you because I figured you didn't need a little sister anymore." The tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched him. He didn't say anything and that scared me.

The day had wasted away while he talked and argued and it was getting dark out. I only noticed because neither of us spoke for a long while. "I guess I should be leaving." He looked up at me, "To go to my motel and try and get some rest." I clarified. He looked less stressed by the thought and just nodded.

I made my way to my bike and gave one last glance back to Will, "I left my number on the porch," I put my helmet on my head and brought my bike to life before driving away.

~Morning~

I woke up to the light through the curtains hitting me dead in the eyes. So much for trying to get a good night sleep, I thought as I shifted and sat up on my bed. I had a few nightmares that I couldn't quite place now that my mind was fully functional. Walking to the bathroom, I took my toothbrush and started to clean the morning breath out of my mouth. Walking back into the "living" room of the motel room, I turned on the tv while I started to clean.

'Breaking news the Rose Razer had claimed yet another victim after not having killed anyone to our knowledge in the past 3 years. This morning a girl was found on the beach. Her chest was modulated to look like a rose and where her heart should have been only a single rose bud was found. The police have not said anything pertaining to the murder.'

I blocked the voice out after a while as I looked at the images scrolling across the screen. For a murder it was beautiful. I didn't really see it as a murder but as a work of art. Her chest did look like a rose cut so beautifully and carefully to not ruin the flesh. I had never done anything quite like this but it made me wonder what the skin would feel like to use to make a masterpiece like that.

I quickly turned off the tv as I was enjoying too much the murder of that girl, but I couldn't' help it. If I wasn't there then her death wasn't real while the artwork was. Evan after the tv had long been turned off my mind wandered back to the art of it all and after a point I couldn't help myself. I had ran out to the craft store and bought some clay and returned back to my motel room.

With expert hands I cleared the table and started on the sculpture that had plagued my mind. I was glad to have bought a good amount of clay. I started on the body of the girl. I made her breasts smaller and more even as I worked, and her face was that of pleasure instead of pain and death. As if the rose that was blossoming from her flesh was orgasmic. Though it was still rough you could clearly see where I had gotten my inspiration from. I soon started adding my own personal touches to make it my own. I added barbed vines that would hang out of the opening of her chest and I left her heart in the center instead of the rose bud.

Time passed so quickly that I barely noticed the time as I worked. Luckily there was a clock across from me or I would have completely forgotten that I was invited to a dinner. I took a step back from my work and admired it for a moment before I got ready. I had a cute short dress that I packed, this was the closest thing to classy that I had. I slid into the dress and headed out to my bike. I had to make sure to sit in a way that wouldn't shove my dress up. Starting her up I made the drive to Dr. Lecter's house.

I almost couldn't believe the size of his house when I go there. I hadn't seen houses this big since I took a drive through hollywood. I parked next to his black sedan and tried to fix my hair the best I could and left my helmet on the bike. I was early but that was normal right? I walked up to his door and rang the doorbell. A moment passed and I was greeted with Dr. Lecter still with his vest part of his suit on and in an apron.

"Sorry if I'm early," I smiled at him and he gave a small nod and motioned for me to come in.

"No problem, early rather than late. Would you like to join me in the kitchen while I finish dinner?" He started walking toward the kitchen as I followed.

"I would love to," I loved food but was the worst cook ever. The only thing I could cook properly was ramen but that was because I had plenty of time to learn to cook it properly. I walked into his kitchen and was stunned by the size of it. "I'm jealous, this is amazing, I can only imagine how perfect the rest of your house is." He seem to smile at my comment as he moved around the kitchen.

"May I inquire what we are eating tonight?" I leaned on the island and watched his skilled hands work.

"Heart braised in wine," Dr. Lecter spoke as he popped the meal into the oven and looked back at me when I started laughing. "Are you alright Miss Octavia?"

"Sorry, I just saw on the news today, not sure if you got the chance to see it but some lady was murdered by the Rose Razer? But her heart was taken and a rose bud was left in its place." I stopped laughing and looked at him. He didn't see what I was getting at.

"Is that funny?" Dr. Lecter sounded confused and intrigued.

"Well not the murder but I thought the murder was well, beautiful if you can believe that." I looked away, my cheek flushing as I spoke, "Not that someone died for it but the symbolism behind it. I'm a sculpture and after seeing that I bought some clay and spend the last 7 hours recreating the images I while adding my own flare to them." I kept my eyes low waiting for him to call my a psychopath and make me leave.

"Interesting, and how did you add your own 'flare' to it?" My jaw almost dropped as I looked up at the man as he asked me his question. He didn't seem to be joking but honestly interested in my answer.

"Well in the murder her face was distorted with her death but in mine she moaning in pleasure with her eyes closed letting her senses take over. And I made the rose cutting pattern more pronounced while adding thorny vines come out of the hole in her chest and going in between the petals. And I left the heart in her chest and made it the bud in the middle. Oh and instead of being flat on the ground I have her arching her back trying to reinforce that she was in pleasure as her heart blossomed inside her chest cavity." I didn't realize how excited my voice was getting while I told him of my work of art. My cheeks flushing while I turned my back to the Doctor. "Sorry, you have to think I'm crazy." I closed my eyes and bit my lip.

"Not at all Miss Octavia, I find it quite pleasant that you can see the beauty in something so horrible." He reached to the oven and pulled out the food, "Its ready, please make yourself at home in the dining room as I plate everything." I nodded and walked out of the room. Dr. Lecter seemed to have a new way at looking at me but I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Finding the spot where she was suppose to sit she waited eagerly.

Soon Dr. Lecter walked in with both their plates in his hands. He placed hers down in front of her and set his down. "Wine Miss Octavia?" I nodded not able to bring to words how amazed she was by everything. I didn't eat at many high class restaurants because that never was my thing but if being treated like this, is what its like, I might have to go more often.

He poor them both a glass of red wine and brought his up to which I eagerly joined him, "Please enjoy," their glass clanged and they both took a sip. I enjoyed the taste and set down the drink and started to taste the meal that was set before me.

"Dr. Lecter this is without a doubt the best things has ever crossed my lips," I took another bite enjoying the flavors that assaulted my taste buds.

"I am glad that you enjoy it Miss Octavia and please call me Hannibal." I nodded with a smile and enjoyed the meal. "So how is Will taking everything?" Hannibal looked at me with curiosity.

I thought of my words carefully as I chewed my food, "I'm not sure. He's mad at me for leaving and doesn't want me here and another part of him wants to welcome me back with open arms and to never let me leave. Right now I think each side is battling the other for dominate feeling." I took another bite and chewed it slowly hoping that the brotherly Will would win.

Soon dinner was over and we were in his kitchen as he cleaned and I watched as I drank my wine. He wouldn't let me help clean no matter how much I said I wanted to. "I would like to see this masterpiece that you worked on today. The way you described it sounds quite interesting." He looked up from the dishes at me.

"Sure, when would you like to see it?" I took another sip and I was far beyond my threshold as I tried to keep myself together.

"Whenever you finish it," He finished all the dishes and looked at me for a moment," Shall I call you cab to take you home Miss Octavia?" He started walking around the island.

"Oh no no no, I'm fine don't worry about me Dr. Lecter."

"Please I must insist you should not drive like this. If anything you can stay here in a spare bedroom," I thought about the idea but my thoughts quickly turned dirty and I started to giggle and couldn't stop.

"Alright if you insist Dr. Lecter," I giggled again as I set down the wine glass down and followed my host up the stairs and to a spare room he had. He had opened the door and motioned to that his would be my room. I walked next to him and gave him a cute smile, "thank you so much for dinner and your hospitality." I was closer to him than I should have let myself but at this moment I didn't' have much control over my actions.

"But of course Miss Octavia what kind of host would I be if I let you leave the house in your present state." He watched me carefully to see what would happen.

"Well if you want you can stay with me in my room and we can keep each other company for awhile longer," my hands had found their way to his tie and started to slightly to untie it as I pulled him closer down to my level. My lips had just barely brushed his when…

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