Hannibal felt like eating someone. He thought it strange how no one seemed to be doing anything about the fact that Elizabeth was still missing.
The reason Hannibal wasn't doing anything was because he didn't want to somehow push Elizabeth away even more.
How did he know?
A few missing clothes, Peanuts is gone, and other items gave her away…and that she left him a book. Hannibal stopped cutting the carrots and wiped his hands on the towel. He walked out of the kitchen, traveling upstairs. He stopped walking when he went past a specific room.
His hand slowly pushed the door open causing it to creak loudly. He didn't know how to feel about the nursery that was made for their son. He stepped inside, seeing that the crib was the only thing put together. There were still boxes of baby items all around the room.
He picked up the book she left him as he whispered its title, "The Great Gatsby."
He set it in his bag in their bedroom. He felt he was going crazy since he swore he kept on hearing her voice, calling out his name every time she came here.
Hannibal missed her; he wanted her back in his arms once again. He knew that he would find her after he sorted all this mess out, He always found her.
The phone rang downstairs; catching Hannibal's attention as he quickly went to answer it.
"Hello," he answered.
"They know," Will told him.
It was only a matter of time, he thought. Although I was getting comfortable here.
Hannibal hung up; so many thoughts went through his head for a moment. Then he grabbed the knife and continued to cut as he waited for them to come to him.
Jack's hand drifts toward his coat as he walks into the kitchen, brushing his thumb across the fasten of his sidearm holster.
Hannibal throws his knife at as Jack Crawford dives out of the way as he draws his gun from his holster and. Hannibal's knife moves through Jack's hand at the wrist, his gun clatters to the floor. Hannibal jumps over the kitchen counter as Jack pulls the knife out of his wrist, swinging it immediately. The blade whisks through the air, narrowly missing Hannibal.
He yanks another knife from the cutting board and swings it in a deadly arc. Jack knifes his torso to avoid the blade, slashing back at Hannibal with quick swipes.
Hannibal deflects Jack's knife with his own and they dodge and block each other's blades. Jack thrusts and slices into Hannibal's waist, who twists around the knife, knocking it from his grip. Hannibal lunges his knife at Jack's belly, meaning to gut him. Jack quickly blocks the knife with a cutting board and then smashes the cutting board into the side of Hannibal's head, knocking him off balance, but not quite down.
He grabs Hannibal and swings him, crashing into the cupboards. Hannibal throws his weight back at Jack, driving him across the kitchen. Jack maneuvers his arms around Hannibal's throat and begins to squeeze a chokehold. Hannibal writhes and kicks, trying to throw Jack off balance, but it becomes useless.
His eyelids flutter and pinch as he tries to focus and remain conscious. His body goes limp and he slumps in Jack's arms... just enough for his shoulder to drop.
When Jack was caught off guard, his hand to reach towards a shard of glass on the floor.
Hannibal plunges the glass into Jack's neck. He recoils and stumbles back, clutching his neck as his blood gushed out. Hannibal acts quickly, picking up a butcher knife and turning on Jack. Still clutching his neck, Jack stumbles back into the pantry and falls inside. He quickly kicks the door close as Hannibal started to violently advance on him.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!
Hannibal throws his shoulder into the pantry door, Jack's foot braced against it as he rips off his tie to tie around his neck.
SLAM! He throws his shoulder into a braced door, jolting Jack again.
Jack holds his neck wound with one hand as he fumbles for his phone with the other.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! The door splinters.
Hannibal's face had the terrible focus of a predatory animal.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! The door finally splinters under Hannibal's force.
Alana Bloom in the doorway as she whispers, "Hannibal….Hannibal!"
Hannibal stopped and turned to see Alana.
"Hello, Alana," He greeted calmly.
She looked around the kitchen, seeing that it was a broken, bloody room, mounting with horror.
Hannibal sighs, truly disappointed to see her here since he knew how much Alana meant to Will and Elizabeth.
"What a terrible and wonderful thing it is to see you."
" Where's Jack?"
"In the pantry," he answered. "I was hoping you and I wouldn't have to say good-bye. I imagined a farewell less sorrowful, less present, an echo. Nothing said nor seen. You may've thought that rude."
He takes a step toward her, her finger tensing on the gun.
"Stop." She ordered firmly. "I was so blind. We all were. Even Elizabeth. You have a child on the way with her, Hannibal. Was it all apart of your sick plan to torture her or something?"
Hannibal sighed, not liking how she mentioned Elizabeth in that way. "In your defense, I worked very hard to blind you- all of you. Elizabeth chose not to see and so she left me, but you…you can stay blind. You can hide from this. Walk away. I'll make no plans to call on you. But if you stay, I will kill you. Be blind, Alana. Don't be brave."
She pulls the trigger without another thought and the gun clicks. She pulls it again and another click. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"I took your bullets.".
Alana stares frozen as a huge simple terror washes over her. Alana runs away from him as fast as possible. Hannibal takes a breath, and then gives reluctant pursuit.
Alana runs through the hallway and starts up a large staircase, wondering why she didn't go for the front door instead. Hannibal comes charging behind her. Alana speeds up, but he is faster. As they round a bend in the stairs, he grabs for her. His hand clutches at her ankle, grasping her shoe. Alan slips, kicks her foot from her shoe and scrabbles on her knees.
She kicked Hannibal hard with the other heel, catching his face and rocking him back. Hannibal smiles. Takes his time now as he follows her.
As Alana runs down the hall, Hannibal slowly stalked behind. Alana comes up the stairs, into the hallway. She makes for a bedroom door. Alana bursts into the dark bedroom and slams the door closed. Turns the key in the lock and stares at the door.
Her heart was slamming in her ears as well as her blood rushing through her veins. She gasped for breath. Alana thinks quickly and pulls the spare clip from her bag and ejects the empty one from her gun. Alana slams the clip into the gun and draws the slide and fires twice into the door.
"I found more bullets," she called out to him.
A shadow moves outside the door, blocking the holes left in the door, and Alana fires again, making a third hole.
Alana was breathing hard, facing the door Lit by the orange beams of light with her gun ready and aiming down the barrel, just as she was taught. A figure steps from the shadows beside her.
Alana senses a presence behind her and turns. She instinctively turns the gun to Abigail then lowers it.
"Abigail..."
Abigail fights tears, on the edge. "I'm so sorry..."
And she suddenly shoves Alana, propels her backward and pushes Alana out of the window.
"Flight A63 to Paris, your plane is ready to board right now," someone spoke over the speaker in the airport.
Elizabeth held the ticket in her hand as her bags sat next to her. Should she?
Her hands shook as they held the ticket in her hands and was surprised to find that no one came looking for her. She didn't know what to do right now. She's never one to really run away from her problems and finding out that the love of your life is your enemy and the man behind all those horrendous murders including being the father of her child. She knew that if he got away from them then he would come looking for her and their son.
She rubbed her stomach in a way to comfort herself. The person over the speaker repeated her flight and which class was now boarding.
If she were to leave then Will would be alone and her child would he safe from Hannibal and all the rest of them. They could start new lives and live where no one knows who they are.
A shot rings out and Will's gun drops to the ground when he grips his stomach. The gun that was aimed at Hannibal was now lying on the floor near his feet that had blood dripping on his shoes.
Will stunned, looks up into Elizabeth's face. "Lizzie…"
Hannibal turned and he too was surprised to see her there. He noticed that she intended to miss a major artery…she wanted to survive, but at a price. He thought that he could never be surprised again, but then Elizabeth came into his life and kept on giving him surprises.
"I'm sorry, Will," she told him as she walked into the room, lowering her gun. "I can't let you destroy my family."
"But…" he grunted in pain. "I'm your family…not him."
She shook her head. "This baby is the one good thing Hannibal has ever done. My son deserves his father and mother by his side. I can't help, but still love him…even after what he's done to me."
Hannibal held onto Will as he almost fell to the ground when trying to walk towards his sister who didn't flinch at all.
"How," he whispered. "Why?!"
Elizabeth and Hannibal locked eyes with each other as she walked towards them, she kissed his lips gently, quoting, "If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him."
Hannibal let a small smile grace his lips as he replied with a quote from The Great Gatsby, "The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly."
"Why?" Will asked them causing both their heads to turn towards him.
"You would deny me my life."
"Not your life."
"My freedom, then. My son, probably the only chance that I'll ever have at love. You'd take that from me. Confine me to a basement cell. Do you believe you could change me the way I've changed you?
"I already have."
Hannibal studies Will a moment, realizing he's right. "Fate and circumstance has returned us to the moment the teacup shatters. I forgive you, Will."
He then lets go of Will, moving Elizabeth out of the way. Will tumbled to the ground as Hannibal cupped her face in his hands. "You came back…why?"
"Because I love you…I think that no matter happens that I'll always love you. I was running away from my problems. But I realize that we have a child together and that you are the only person who knows me-truly knows me. I-I would kill for you just as you would do the same not only for me, but for our family as well, Hannibal Lecter," she confessed.
Hannibal passionately kissed her, loving her even more than he did before. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible before they ended the kiss. Hannibal breaks away from her and stands next to a terrified Abigail who Elizabeth realizes was there and she made a note to ask Hannibal later.
Hannibal is genuinely sad as he questions, "Will you forgive me?"
Will has time for a single, shocked, "Don't..."
Hannibal cuts Abigail's throat in a single, sleek motion, right across the scar where her father once did the same. Abigail's face shows shock and horror and then blood sprays. Abigail crumples to the floor before Will.
"No!"
Elizabeth didn't feel anything. She tried to feel sad, but the feeling was lost on her in that moment.
Abigail clutches at her throat to stop the bleeding, but it pours from between her fingers. Will is horrified and looks to his sister for help, but finds her staring impassively at the scene before her. He wondered who the hell this woman was standing before him. This wasn't his sister. What the hell did Hannibal do to her?
"You can make it all go away. Put your head back. Close your eyes. Wade into the quiet of the stream."
They hold a look and then Hannibal disappears into the darkness with Elizabeth behind him, holding his hand tightly in hers. Will drags himself to Abigail and takes his hands from his own terrible wound and places them against her throat, trying to stem the flow of bleeding. A bloody Will pulls Abigail to him, lifting her head higher to try to stem the blood flow.
He thought of a quote from the novel, They were careless people, Tom and Daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
They will be the modern-day version of Bonnie and Clyde…she can adapt well which will make it harder to find them.
Hannibal created a monster and it has now reared its ugly head to Will and Abigail in the crossfire. Will wondered how far his sister would go to be with Hannibal. She would go as far as killing her own brother if she could, but didn't.
THREE MONTHS LATER ~ PROLOGUE
Blood splattered all over the place.
It rain down the walls and floors of the room…screams were echoing as well, but they would never be heard.
Elizabeth gasped loudly as Hannibal entered her, gripping her hips in his hands. He kissed her passionately on the lips, breathing life into her. He was careful of her large stomach that carried their son. But he wanted her…God did he want her in that moment.
They didn't care for the man screaming his lungs out in the soundproof basement or the fact that his blood was all around them.
"Hannibal," she whispered breathlessly.
He grunted in pleasure then kissed her collarbone, nipping at her skin too.
"Please," they heard him whimper. "Please…let me go."
"What do you say, darling," Hannibal asked her sweetly, nuzzling his nose into her neck. "Should we set him free?"
Elizabeth looked over at him for a moment then turned back to Hannibal, drawling out, "He was so rude though, my love."
Hannibal struck his hips upwards and more into her causing her head to fall back as she moaned loudly.
"He's going crazy inside of me," she whispered, gripping his hair.
Hannibal chuckled and came inside of her, spilling his seed inside of her with a groan.
Elizabeth bit her bottom lip as she climaxed with him as well. Sweat coated their bodies as they breathed heavily. Hannibal gently moved her off of him and onto the floor, grabbing his knife.
"No, no, no, no, please," the man begged mercifully. "PLEASE!"
The knife was struck in the air as he stabbed the knife into the man's chest as blood slowly spilled out of the wound.
"You really should learn how to talk to people," Hannibal advised him, looking into his eyes. "It's not polite to flirt with another man's wife."
The life left the man's eyes as his head lolled to the side lifelessly and his body went limp on the lounge chair.
This is just the beginning; h thought as Elizabeth smiled up at Hannibal.
TBC…
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