"I knew you'd never stop looking…" Miriam said, her voice raspy and low.

Elizabeth's eyes wondered over to Jack and saw that guilt washed over him because he knew different. She lend her a warm smile and felt some weird connection with Miriam. She knew what it felt like to have some kind of hope and yet feel abandoned all the same.

"Can I see him?" Miriam continued in question.

"Who?" Elizabeth inquired curiously.

"The Ripper," she answered, her eyes looking between Elizabeth and Jack.

"We haven't caught the Ripper," Jack replied.

"He's still-"

"We need your help, Miriam." Elizabeth told her. "You know who he is."

"I don't. Know who he is."

"You found him," Jack insisted.

"I don't remember finding him. He got inside my head."

"He made you forget?" Elizabeth questioned.

She nodded. "Yes. I hear voices floating through my mind everyday."

"What do these voices say?"

"Many things…riddles."

"Riddles?" Jack asked.

Miriam nodded. "Yes. I don't remember all of them, but when I was taken, I tried to remember everything. I tried to remember my surroundings…"

"But he got inside of your head and played around with the certain things you remembered," Elizabeth finished.

"Do you remember being taken?" Jack asked.

"I remember a dream about drowning. Then being awake. And not awake. Being myself, and not myself."

"Did you smell anything? You could've probably know the way he smelled..."

"I remember I could smell salt air. We were by the sea. For weeks. Months. Longer. Days and evenings blurred, I'd wake up to the smell of fresh flowers and the sting of a needle. Then I wasn't afraid. Fear and pain were so far away, on the horizon, but not close. Never close…he did speak a couple of times."

"What did he say to you?" Jack eagerly asked.

Miriam's eyes looked at Elizabeth and then back to Jack as she said, "His voice was distorted purposely. He wasn't exactly talking about me though. He said Agent Graham's name twice I think and said something to himself like…l-like he was trying to figure out something…"

"What was it?"

"Tyger Tyger, burning bright," Miriam recited. "I-I can't remember the rest."

"In the forests of the night. What immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearful symmetry?" Elizabeth finished. "The Butcher escaped from prison somehow and brutally killed a good friend of mine. He used William Blake's poem The Tyger. His poems are about innocence. Yet this poem was different of course. It talked about the age old meaning of good versus evil. He said that I was the lamb. You know of it?"

Miriam nodded. "Yes, I know of it. I remember that the tyger was a representation of all of the evils that we see in humanity, life and the world around us. The lamb was used as a symbol of innocence and it seems that the tyger was used as a symbol of experience and the 'evils' that come with experience."

"Blake questioned God's actions and God's motive. It baffles him that both good and evil could have been created by the same deity," Elizabeth added. "Whoever this is obviously made some kind of contact with the Ripper."

"And now it seems the Ripper is going to go after the Butcher because he's going after you," Jack realized. "The Ripper purposely let Miriam know about this…why though?"

"To send a message to you," Miriam directed at Elizabeth. "A warning to The Butcher maybe in case he's listening or close by?"

"Perhaps," Elizabeth considered and heard her muffled ringtone coming from her bag. Elizabeth gave them an apologetic smile as she bent down and took out her phone.

She answered it, saying, "Hello, this is Elizabeth Graham speaking."

"Are you frustrated yet, Agent," an amused voice asked her as she walked out of the office. "Have you figured out my poems yet, Sweet Lamb?"

"Are you a copycat?"

"Lizzie, I think we both know better than that."

"I killed you."

"Maybe you're going mad, darling?"

"No, I'm not. I saw the life leave your eyes."

"Well, the wonders of modern medicine…able to make the living play dead."

"You son of a-"

"Tsk. Tsk." He scolded. "Such vulgar words coming from your mouth."

"You know me better than anyone, Roger. I can't be tamed. What do you want with Clarice?"

"She reminds me of you."

"No, she doesn't…but you find similarity between the two of us," Elizabeth corrected. "It comforts you. You know what I think, Roger? I think you're a masochist. To women especially…probably from the abandonment of your mother before you were even born. I bet you really resented her for that. You go after women at the age of twenty-three because that was the same age your mother left you."

"Such hostility, Agent. Are you still hurt from our game? I'm sorry, darling, but you were too curious and it made me anxious."

"You know the Ripper, Roger." It wasn't a question, but rather a statement and when she heard his chuckle through the phone, she knew.

"You do too except the scales have disappeared from my eyes." He replied.

"Who is he?" she firmly asked.

"I just love the way he used fish hooks specifically, Lizzie. It makes me feel as if it wasn't really his idea. Perhaps he wants you to know who he is. He wants acceptance from you maybe," Roger mused cryptically.

"Cut the crap, Roger," Elizabeth snapped in irritation. "I have very little patience not to kill you for what you did to Meredith. What do you want now?"

"I want you to solve a riddle, Agent," he mused and she could practically hear his smirk through the phone. "Can you do that for me, Lizzie?"

Elizabeth raised an elegant eyebrow and muttered, "What is it?"

"I feel your every move, I know your every thought, I'm there from your birth, I'll see how you rot.
I am your shadow, You shall never be free. The answer is what, Agent?"

"Good-bye, Butcher," Elizabeth said coldly then promptly hung up, almost glaring at the phone in her hand.

Why me? She thought bitterly. There are plenty other women out there so why the hell did he choose me…why couldn't he have chosen someone else…is it selfish of me to be thinking about this?

Elizabeth smelled a familiar perfume and she slowly turned around to see Alana coming towards her. Elizabeth gave her a tight smile, but it never reached her eyes.

"Dr. Bloom, so lovely to see you again face-to-face and not through a window locking lips with my boyfriend," Elizabeth greeted.

"I didn't mean to kiss Hannibal, Lizzie," Alana said sincerely. "I…I was lonely honestly and Hannibal was there beside me. It didn't even last for a second. He gently pushed me away and did not return the kiss. I was drunk and sad about…about…"

"Will," she finished. "Why would you kiss him then? I love him. You almost ruined everything for us, Alana. Don't you understand? I don't know what the future holds for Hannibal and me, but I do want something with him and you almost ruined the only chance that I will probably ever get at happiness with someone I very much love."

"You don't think I know that," Alana retorted. "God! I have hated myself ever since that night. I never meant to hurt anyone. I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing. Hannibal was nice alright and he was kind to me. I miss that with Will and I would never do anything to hurt either of you and I am and will always be forever sorry, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth sighed and rubbed her eyes. "I have a lot on my mind right now, Alana…I'll talk to you later."

Elizabeth turned and started to walk out of the building quickly with her bag in her hand, not remembering when she took it with her. She sent a quick text to Jack, apologizing for leaving so suddenly and that she didn't feel quite well because of the pregnancy.

The riddle he gave her fluttered through her mind as she walked to her car.

Frederick didn't do it.

She didn't care that Miriam Lass identified him as being the Ripper. He wouldn't trade Meredith; he was devastated when he heard the news from her. Meredith was someone he could never hurt, she always made him the good guy. She made him be the best version of himself…now that was all gone now. He didn't care about anything other than killing Hannibal.

Will warned her to stay away from Hannibal, but how could she since he was not only her boyfriend, but the father of her child. Nothing could keep him away from his son or daughter. They were apart of him and her.

Elizabeth stared down at the raw and bloody brain that sat in the China bowl in front of her. It was organic and she hoped that it was human…it didn't look human. She read somewhere online that it is supposed to feed the baby nutrients and meat seemed to the right ingredient.

She picked up her fork and stuck it softly inside of the brain, taking a piece as she lifted it up to her mouth…eating it. Elizabeth thought she would be disgusted by it, but she found it okay. She prickled some pepper over the brain and then took another bite. The taste was delicious.

Bite after bite, she kept on eating it without a second thought. It tasted very good and she couldn't stop herself from eating.

Elizabeth sighed and looked down at the empty bloody bowl, wishing she had more to eat. She jumped a little when she felt something inside of her stomach. She looked down and had her hand over her stomach. She smiled brightly when she felt movement.

He was moving…wow…he's really in there.

She stood up with the bowl and fork, washing them in the sink with a wide smile still on her face. She wanted to dial Will and tell him everything, but she felt Hannibal should first since he is the father.

Hannibal came walking through the kitchen, appearing to be looking for her specifically. He kissed her lips and asked, "Why are you smiling much more than usual?"

"He moved," she whispered. "He moved, Hannibal."

"What? When?" he asked quickly.

"After I ate actually," she laughed.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because I know it may seem unethical to you perhaps, but I read online that raw meat is actually good for the baby so I ordered a brain, not a human one and I ate it. He moved after I was done," she explained, her smile slowly dropping from her face. "What if he's a psychopath like Patrick Bateman or Norman Bates, Hannibal?! Oh dear God!"

Hannibal shushed her and chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her. "If he's anything like you which he will be then he will be a hero…not the villain or serial killer. Besides women eat their placenta when the baby's born."

"What? No, they don't. You're lying to me to make me feel better," she said, her voice muffled by her face being stuffed into his chest.

"I am not. Look it up online. I think it's very brave and considerate of you to be thinking of our child first and feeding him the right nutrients, Elizabeth. I am very proud of you." Hannibal said and then kneeled down. "He knows what he likes and that is meat. That's my boy."

Hannibal kissed her stomach and planted kisses up her body, squeezing her breasts.

"Again?" she asked breathlessly. "Do you ever tire, Hannibal?"

"Not with you, Elizabeth," Hannibal responded and his hands itched up her dress then pulled down her panties. "Red underwear today? You must've somehow known about my intentions."

Elizabeth moaned as his hand went between her thighs, smirking at her wetness. He rubbed her clit as she bit her bottom lip in pleasure. His other hand pulled down her dress and his eyes caught the red lace bra she had on, but it had no padding as he pulled her breasts out of it. His lips wrapped around her nipple and sucked until he let it pop out of his mouth.

Elizabeth pushed Hannibal away and into the counter across from them and kneeled down, undoing his pants. She gave one long lick across his hard cock before engulfing him in her mouth. Hannibal released a moan and gripped her blonde hair in his hand. Her hands rubbed his thighs sensually and then wrapped around his cock as she sucked him quickly.

He pulled her up quickly and kissed her passionately, their teeth crashing into each other's.

"I need to be inside of you," Hannibal growled in her ear and suddenly lifted her up and onto the counter, laying her on her back, and spreading her legs for him. Hannibal rubbed his cock over her clit a couple of times before shoving inside of her.

"Ah," she moaned loudly.

He grabbed her thighs roughly and yanked her closer to him pounding inside of her. Her breasts bounced up and down with every movement he made inside of her. Her warm walls hugged him, familiar with him only.

"Oh, Hannibal," he heard her whisper.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room and he bent his head down and savaged her breast, nipping at it and biting it and then sucking it in an animal-like manner that was new to Elizabeth, but it felt too good to stop. Elizabeth suddenly sat up and she looked over her shoulder as Hannibal nuzzled his nose into her neck, still thrusting inside her, but slower than before.

"It's snowing," she realized. How did I not know this?

Elizabeth was drawn away from the beautiful snow outside the window as she threw her head back, letting out a loud moan. She could already feel herself about to come and Hannibal felt it too. He started to now pound inside of her, chasing their climax together. Their hands knocked over things onto the ground as they fell to the floor with Elizabeth on top of him. She grabbed his hands and held them on top of her breasts as she bounced up and down on him.

"Oh, yes," she breathed pleasurably and wondered how his shirt and vest were ripped opened and his chest was exposed to her eyes. She smiled down at the wisps of gray hair amongst dark hair on his chest. Sweat prickled their bodies as they came together, grabbing the other's hand tightly. Hannibal let out a growl while she groaned in bliss.

Their chests heaved up and down as she fell on top of him, breathing heavily.

"Damn," she whispered after a long moment of silence between them.

"Yes…damn indeed."

"I swear every time we have sex, it gets more animalistic, rough, and…erotic."

He stroked her hair and pulled out of her slowly. His finger went between her thighs and felt his seed coming slowly out of her. Hannibal kissed her temple and smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Obviously it's not if you're smiling that wide."

"I seem to have given you too much of my semen," he said bluntly and yet boldly.

She looked down and saw that he was telling the truth. "Great. Now I have to take ANOTHER shower."

"I would suggest you don't shower until tomorrow morning," Hannibal suggested as he played with the hem of her dress. She raised an eyebrow and then narrowed her eyes.

"Why? Are you hard again?"

"I will be tonight."

"I am not your sex doll, Hannibal. You can't just fuck me whenever you feel like it," she reminded him.

"I'm insatiable, Elizabeth, it's your fault for bringing this out in me." Hannibal muttered against her neck as he kissed her pulse.

Elizabeth sighed heavily. "Dr. Hannibal Lecter can't seem to keep himself away from me…I think this is an addiction you have."

"No, it's not," he protested as he kissed her lips. "It's a disease all men have with you."

TBC…

THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! 100 REVIEWS! OH MY FREAKING GOD! This really means a lot to me that you guys seem to really liking this story and my ideas for it so here's to more chapters even after the show ending. I have a lot planned to which I am very excited for and you will. You guys are awesome so keep reviewing and I'll keep updating.

Hoped you guys liked the brain and lemony goodness parts of the story. Is Elizabeth changing because of the baby inside of her or is it her own doing? She is slowly becoming darker and darker as we go further into the story. Hannibal will have an effect on her that is drastic and you all just read her say that she is very much willing to kill Roger and literally has no patience with others. All rights to that riddle go to The Riddler of course. Don't hate me. I hoped you liked this chapter.

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