A/N This is a re-write of an old story and is basically entirely different.

There are a second and third part to The Murder Family series which are completed and will be added after all 14 chapters of The House have been uploaded.

Trigger warnings for: cannibalism (It's Hannibal), sexual abuse, sexual slavery, rape and murder

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A mysteriousness lingered in the night sky; an inky blanket of clouds which occasionally let the moon peak out to bathe Wolf Trap in a silvery glow. Hannibal drove slowly along the snowy road; the snow fell more slowly than it had earlier in the day, but a powdery later still coated the desolate stretch of road. Trees lined the road on the Bentley's left; thick and dark with an almost supernatural eeriness, the plethora of trees that could have hidden a whole world behind them. Hannibal cared nothing for any of this though, not when he was so eager to get home.

He hated Wolf Trap due to it being in the middle of nowhere with nothing of any real note – to him at least. However, it was one of the isolated farmhouses that his now former patient called home. Oswald Roderick hadn't been under Hannibal's care for very long but he'd certainly left an impression on the psychiatrist and it hadn't been a positive one. Ultimately that was how Hannibal had ended up needing to refrigerate the kidneys and select cuts he'd removed from the rude man. In truth Doctor Lecter had been rather pleased to get rid of his annoying patient and to have fresh meat for dinner; not that he'd quite decided what to prepare yet.

The Bentley's headlights illuminated the foggy road, the only light other than the moon for miles. Frankly the doctor preferred driving at night, it gave him a sense of peace and solidarity which was far more calming than the rush the day held. That was, of course, until a figure darted out from those thick trees. An obsidian shadow that simply rushed from the tree line with the speed of a spooked gazelle with no thought to any motorists. In an instant the shadow was in front of Hannibal's Bentley which promptly smashed into the figure knocking him to the ground. Whoever it was had been fortunate Hannibal had been cautious of ice and therefore been driving slowly meaning they'd only bounced off the hood rather than being completely run over.

Hannibal sighed internally; 'wonderful' he thought as the vehicle came to a total stop. For a moment he debated just carving out anything edible from this midnight jogger as penance for their idiocy; it was rude, not to mention dangerous, to just go running around country roads on such a snowy night. Yet he was a doctor and had a duty of care.

Hannibal smoothly slipped from of the driver's seat and out into the darkness of night, his breath turned to mist as all the warmth that had built up inside his car was quickly replaced by ice-cold night air, and that cold scent that came with snow that everybody knew but couldn't really describe. Slowly he walked to the hood of his car where his headlights lit the snowy road while he rubbed his hands together for some heat. Suddenly Hannibal realized that he was in the middle of nowhere.

When the shadow came into full view Hannibal stopped dead in the shine of the headlights and lifted a questioning eyebrow. There, in the middle of the road, wasn't a shadow but a small, terrified teenager. A small, terrified teenage omega dressed in only a bedraggled pair of jeans. Nostrils flared as the sweet scent flooded his alpha lungs. The boy was covered in scars, some old while others were newer, there were even bite marks trailing up and down his pale torso. Some heathen of an alpha had only just been able to resist mating the poor teenager. Hannibal couldn't prevent the wave of pity that washed over him as his alpha DNA kicked in; as it forced him to protect and care.

Male omegas were rare – not unheard of, but certainly rare. In some countries they were considered a symbol of status for alphas; to mate a male omega was a display of power and prowess. That said, in other countries, many thought male omegas to be abnormalities or even abominations in some cases. There had been religious groups who'd asserted male omegas were so unnatural they were clearly the Devil's work; Hannibal hadn't ever been one to place too much stock in the words of zealots and racists though. Male omegas weren't evil or wrong, they were just unique like those born with heterochromia.

In need of air not scented with scared omega, Hannibal purposely walked to the rear of his car and popped open the Bentley's trunk. He knew the omegan boy wouldn't move; the proverbial deer caught in headlights made literal.

The tall doctor returned to the teenager with a red woollen blanket in his gloved hands; an item always kept in his trunk for emergencies. Despite the omega's shuffling and hurried attempts to flee backward along the snowy tarmac, Hannibal managed to snare him in the soft fabric and not a moment too soon. The boys skin felt deathly icy when Hannibal finally managed to lift the boy up in a princess hold. This little omega struggled and pushed at the doctor but Hannibal was too strong and there wasn't any way in hell he'd be able to disobey a thoroughbred alpha.

The Bentley's back seat was where Hannibal settled his evening's surprise before he slipped back into the driver's seat. He took notice of the petrified expression on the omega's face via the rear-view mirror and pondered what had happened to this teenager. Inside the lit car Hannibal saw the boy's blue-tinted lips and the way his hair clearly hadn't been washed in weeks. How anybody could treat an omega so shamefully was beyond Hannibal. Omegas should have been cared for, treated with kindness and reverence, not whatever cruelty this teen had clearly been through. One thing was really rather apparent to the psychiatrist though; he'd find out who had hurt the boy. Omega's were beautiful creatures, especially the rare male ones, that should have been treasured never harmed.

As expected the boy didn't speak as Hannibal continued on down the road toward home, which was still an hour away, just sat there and shivered while he clung to the red blanket. What would Hannibal do with this boy he wondered.

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The Bentley turned into the garage of Hannibal's elegant home shortly after the snow had finally ended and, as expected, the omega hadn't made a single sound during the entire journey. The suit-clad doctor silenced the engine's purr and went to the back passenger door to retrieve his blanket-wrapped guest. With a bump of Hannibal's hip the door slammed shut and he took the omega into his home, up the stairs and into one of the guest rooms where he settled the boy down atop the bed which had been made up with green sheets.

Hannibal flicked on the lights then caught the boy's eyes as he pointed to a mahogany door behind himself.

"You can shower in there." Hannibal explained in the calmest tone he could muster. "I shall get you some clothes."

The teenager with curly chestnut locks just stared at the floor with a furrowed brow. Clearly this boy had no idea what Hannibal was doing or why he'd chosen to be kind; all he knew was that the man who'd brought him home was an alpha and a powerful one at that. Hannibal didn't linger though, not when the room had already started to fill with omega pheromones.

It certainly took quite some time, but eventually the young omega found the courage to make his way into the bathroom and into the shower. Warm water cascaded over his bruises to sooth some of the pain he felt. He'd long ago lost track of how many of the things littered his body; some were horrid shades of greens and yellows while others had turned a sickly purple-black. Over his left shoulder several had merged together to form one huge blotch. The scabbed bite marks ripped at the corners when he moved a little too quickly and he had one hell of a dehydration headache. His feet bled from running barefoot through the woods and most of his left side had grazes from where he'd skidded along the road when he'd bounced off the Bentley's hood. Soil, blood and sweat washed down over the tiled shower floor staining it a murky brown. The omega hadn't known quite how much blood and filth coated his lean form but it was enough to feel like a second skin flooding off of him.

He couldn't bring himself to think, knew that if he did he'd remember the pain. The omega wanted to cry but his tears had dried up so long ago when he'd been a child. Even before he'd presented as an omega he'd only known pain; his father hadn't been the nicest of alphas, then, after his secondary gender had made itself known things had only gotten worse.

The teenager shook his head forcefully to banish his inner thoughts. He'd got no idea how long he was permitted to be in the shower and had no intention of angering this thoroughbred alpha in his own, very large, house. The second the water started to run clear again and the twigs were out of his curly hair the boy shut off the water, left the shower and enwrapped himself with a fluffy towel. He knocked water from his hair as best he could and left the bathroom only to ground to a dead stop when blue eyes found the alpha with the strange accent stood in the centre of the room. He could practically feel the danger which dripped off of this alpha and his heart dropped. 'Please, no, please not again' screamed his mind, 'please don't'.

Heavenly blue orbs glanced down then to see the folded clothes in Hannibal's hands, and a wave of shame washed over him. All alphas were dangerous but this one was different from the others he'd known. Hannibal clearly spotted the omega's uneasiness because is simply set the folded pile down at the foot of the bed.

"When you are dressed you should come downstairs, please. I will have something ready for you to eat."

Hannibal's maroon eyes looked the omega over as if assessing something; his eyes lingered on the boy's flanks were his ribs threatened to become visible. He decided something but the omega didn't want to risk asking questions. He could do nothing but nod in agreement which Hannibal seemed pleased with because he left without another word.

Once he'd dried off properly and put on the too-large clothes – which were delightfully warm and soft – then tiptoed down the grand stairs and, after a moment, he followed the faint sound of movement through the dining room and into what turned out to be a kitchen. He'd done his best to hurry, to not keep the alpha waiting lest he be forced to face the consequences; consequences when an alpha was involved hadn't ever been good.

A wonderful scent of cooking meat hit the teenager as he shuffled barefoot further into the stunning kitchen. This alpha wasn't just a thoroughbred, he was rich and powerful too. Said alpha stood at the gas cooktop preparing what the omega quickly realized was ham omelets. The ham wasn't really ham but the boy didn't need to know that. The suit-clad man looked at home cooking, he'd never seen an alpha cook before; in his experience it was something alpha's deemed beneath them. This one though, he looked so elegant and practised.

"Let us begin with easy questions, yes?" Asked Hannibal without looking up. "When was the last time you ate and what was it?"

"… At least a day ago." He finally responded quietly. "And it was an apple."

Hannibal nodded to himself. His suspicion that the boy wasn't regularly fed had proven true but at least it had provided more nutrients than a piece of bread. With a finesse he'd cultivated, Hannibal plated the simple omelets and carried them into the dining room fully aware the boy would follow like the little puppy he was. Once the plates were on the table and the kitchen lights were off Hannibal gestured for the omega to sit, a silent order which was quickly obeyed.

"Please, eat." The boy didn't need asking twice, clearly he had spirit. "Continuing with our easy questions, I would like to know your name." Blue eyes flickered to the alpha a moment. "My name Is Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Forgive my rudeness for not introducing myself earlier."

The teen chewed his food for a long moment as nerves tried to overtake him; he balanced on the edge of remaining and running away. Thoroughbreds had great control over themselves though so if he stayed calm and didn't give the alpha a reason to become angry then he'd be fine.

"… Will." He hated that he couldn't keep the traumatized lilt from his voice.

Hannibal smiled. "It is very nice to meet you, Will."

The boy didn't respond and while Hannibal would have normally found that rude he decided to let it slide for the night.

"What were you running from, Will?" Silence hung between the pair for a moment as the air thickened. Hannibal could practically feel Will's internal panic. "Will, please answer me."

Will took a breath. "The… House."

"What sort of house?" He inquired before taking another bite of his omelet.

Will shrugged. "Just the House."

Hannibal's curiosity wanted him to ask further questions and, while he knew the boy would resist, those questions had to be asked.

"Could you tell me about the House, Will?" His tone remained calm and genuine as he ate; words filled with concern designed to put the omega at ease.

Silence lingered between them for quite some time, so long in fact that Hannibal had started to suspect an answer wouldn't come, but, just as Hannibal had begun to work on his next strategy, the boy started to speak with his eyes locked his plate of half-eaten food.

"When I – when I presented my father … sold me. Men took me to the House and left me in a room. They – they gave me pills and alphas would – would -"

"Rape you." Hannibal supplied and Will could only nod. "Were these pills round and lilac or ovular and dark purple?"

"Ovular." Hannibal instantly recognized them as heat suppressants, cheap and illegal imitations of the real thing. Shameful was the only word Hannibal could use to describe them. "Master said … be - be good and they won't hurt me but they always did."

Hannibal felt a twinge inside his heart, usually he actually cared about others very little, but this sweet, traumatized omega seemed to pull him in without really trying. This omega was something special all wrapped up in a mystery.

"Master?"

Will didn't speak and Hannibal doubted he'd get any more from the boy that night if he went pushing now. Tears had welled up in Will's blue eyes and threatened to fall; tears the boy tried to hide rather unsuccessfully and had thought himself incapable of. Hannibal couldn't deny his anger, it stirred around inside him but he kept his face blank; he'd not let his mask slip now, not when Will had just started to feel somewhat at ease around him.

"If you're finished, why don't you go upstairs. I'll be up in a minute to check you over and make sure you're not injured. Then you can get some sleep." Will glanced up as if for confirmation that he'd got permission. "It is all right, Will, go on. I assure you that you're safe here, I will not harm you. I promise."

Will had eaten almost all of his omelet and, while Hannibal hated wasted food, he'd let it slide just like with Will's earlier rudeness.

"Thank – thank you."

A honest smile pulled itself onto Hannibal's sharp features and, without another word being uttered, Will slowly rose from his chair and fled back upstairs.

The cannibal wasn't stupid, very far from it, he was well aware that Will didn't trust him and that was to be expected. Ultimately, Hannibal was just a strange alpha who'd hit him with a rather beautiful Bentley then taken him home like a child with a stray puppy. Hannibal honestly didn't blame Will for not trusting him, would have been disappointed in the omega if he had blindly trusted him. Still, Will had decided it a safer option to stay with the unknown alpha than take his chances alone or return to the House.