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Hannibal is a gritty, provocative, seductive, murderous bloody show. My chapters contain scenes of violence, sex, drugs, language, triggers and sometimes hard to stomach scenes. This story is rated M.

Chapter Eight

Song(s): All That We See (The Black Ryder), I Wanna Be Adored (The Raveonettes)

North Clinton St, Baltimore, Maryland…

11:46pm

Sitting alone in her bedroom, the twenty-three-year-old young woman kept all the lights off and sat cross legged in the middle of her single bed.

She had taken more Tylenol than was recommended daily, but her headache had not subsided in the least bit. The palms of her hands stung as she had some small cuts along the inners of her fingers. Her knees had received a fair amount of glass shards embedded from her fall in Doctor Lecter's office, but she had sat along the edge of the bathtub and had painstakingly pulled out with tweezers any remaining bits for nearly an hour.

She sat in the dark silence and brought her eyes up to the closed bedroom door. A towel had been laid along the bottom gap to keep out any light from the hallway and her Hudson's Bay blanket had been hoisted up over her curtain rod to block out the full moon that sat high up in the night sky directly in view of her window.

Hannibal Lecter had killed two men in his office.

Tobias Budge had been dead seat on killing not just the doctor, but her as well; seeing her as some kind of friend to Lecter.

Franklin Froideveaux had died literally at the hands of his Psychiatrist and the sound of his neck snapping still echoed in her mind.

He killed Tobias in self-defense, but there was no explanation as to why he killed his patient.

He just…did.

Hearing footsteps in the hallway, Oliveah kept silent as she picked up Andrew's voice and Tyler's laugh.

Fun.

My friends are out having fun and I am holed up in my bedroom re-visioning two men dying and Hannibal Lecter holding metal twine against my neck, pondering whether he saw me as a threat to his freedom.

He doesn't see me as a threat. If he did, he would have wrapped the twine around my neck and pulled until I slumped down on the bench. I would have been left in the cold, slumped over on the bench and he would be free from wondering if his secret was to be released.

"Hannibal Lecter let me live," she whispered, hearing her roommate's bedroom door close loudly.

"So what happens now?"

…

7:19am…

Feeling the continued vibrations of her mobile phone, Oliveah rolled over and felt around the white comforter as she brought it up to her ear not bothering to check the caller id.

"H..Hello?"

"Oliveah? Oliveah, it's Alana Bloom"

Opening her eyes, she sat up in bed and immediately screwed her eyes shut with the intense pain of last night's headache.

"Um, good morning Doctor Bloom."

"I know it's early and it's Saturday, but I need your help."

"Of course, do you need me to meet you somewhere?" she offered, looking down at her free hand and the blood stained cuts.

"Hannibal Lecter was attacked in his office by a patient."

Yes, I know he was attacked, I was there she thought, slowly throwing her bare legs off the edge of the bed feeling the cool floor boards beneath her feet.

"I will be with him today, but I need you to visit Abigail. I've been so tied up with work that I have not been able to see her" Bloom explained as Oliveah shut her eyes.

I've seen her more times than you have; she trusts me more Doctor Bloom.

"Will you notify the hospital that I will be there today?"

"Of course, thank you Oliveah, I really appreciate it."

Letting her phone come to rest beside her on the bed, she sat still and breathed deeply.

"At least this time, I will be with her in an official capacity."

…

2:34pm

Port Haven Psychiatric Hospital, Baltimore MD…

"I believe Doctor Alana Bloom called to give permission for me to see Abigail Hobbs" Oliveah jabbed as the same heavy set nurse who had denied her access to Abigail days ago flipped open a file folder.

"I need to see some sort of identification" the nurse muttered as Oliveah plucked out her Hopkins student id from her wallet holding it firmly between her thumb and forefinger with a smile.

Moving to the staircase, she felt the awful draft that leaked through the cracks in the old building walls as she slowly climbed. Walking down the hallway, her eyes fell on closed bedroom doors before spying Abigail's. Raising her hand, she knocked just as voices approached the door.

Staring down into Abigail's face, Oliveah was about to comment positively on her new red hair, when her eyes fell over the young girl's shoulder and onto a seated curly haired woman.

"Abigail, what are you doing with her?" she questioned with annoyance, watching Lounds smile and cross her legs to appear more comfortable.

"I am here to help Abigail tell her story. To tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth about who she really is" Freddie spoke as Abigail pulled open the bedroom door wide.

"I'd rather not be in the same room if you don't mind" Oliveah spat, narrowing her eyes as Freddie nodded her head.

"We were practically finished our talk anyways. Abigail, I will come and see you in a few days and we can start our outline for your book."

Stepping aside along the door, Oliveah watched Freddie Lounds gather her notebook and bag before standing to her feet.

"Take care Abigail, and don't worry" Lounds whispered as she smiled and touched the young girls arm.

Avoiding the tabloid journalist's eyes as she walked out the door, Oliveah bit her tongue as she felt the air of Freddie's body moving to the door.

"You should know Oliveah, that you will be mentioned in Abigail's book."

Hearing her words, Oliveah lowered her eyes down on Freddie and simply stared.

"I don't really care Ms. Lounds if you tell Abigail that she needs to name drop all she can for her book, but don't use her for your own ticket to crawl out of the fucking gutter at the side of the road."

Feeling the verbal stab aimed at her chest, Freddie simply smiled as she stepped past Oliveah and disappeared around the hallway corner.

"Abigail, you can't be involved with Freddie Lounds" Oliveah began, closing the door behind her as Abigail crossed her arms and leaned back against the far wall of the robin's egg painted room.

"She told me that the families of the girls my father killed are going to get everything. The house was sold earlier today, and the families are going to get everything. All the money, everything in the house, everything that I had access to is now gone. All I have, are the clothes on my fucking back" she began as Oliveah moved her hand towards the bed to sit.

"The only thing I have left is to make my own money. Money that can be used for school or just to live and be my own person" Abigail spoke as Oliveah shook her head.

"Abigail, the idea of collaborating with Freddie Lounds on a book may not be the smartest idea. She's a reporter who doesn't have the good conscience to not post inappropriate photos of the dead before their next of kin is notified…" she began as Abigail sprang up from the edge of the bed and paced the room.

"Freddie Lounds said that she can get me a decent amount of money if I tell my story."

"Money isn't everything Abigail. Hell, I have less than one hundred dollars in my bank account" Oliveah spoke as Abigail balled up her fists against her thighs.

"She has a website, she has written books, she is a journalist, and she wants to help me tell my story so everyone in the world will stop thinking I'm a CANNIBALISTIC SERIAL KILLER! she screamed as Oliveah heard loud thumps approaching the door.

"Abigail, calm down please…."

Throwing her eyes up to the door that flung open, Oliveah rose to her feet as a large broad chested black man greatly passing six feet in height paused in the doorway with his hand tightly gripping the knob.

"Is everything alright in here Abigail?"

Nodding her head, Abigail uncrossed her arms and looked almost shameful in her attitude as she bit her lower lip.

"Um, yes, everything is fine. I'm sorry Barney."

Meeting the man's eyes, Oliveah gave a weak smile as she spotted an identification tag clipped to his hip.

"Is he a bodyguard?" she questioned, hoping to relieve the obvious tension that had been building in Abigail.

"He is a new nurse here. Nice guy. Likes birds." Abigail offered as Oliveah shoved her hands in her pockets, feeling her keys and student id card. Silence overtook the room as she wandered over to the window and moved the curtain slightly with her finger, looking out into the yard that was layered with a light dusting of freshly fallen snowflakes.

"I suppose you know about the incident with Doctor Lecter in his office?" she questioned as Abigail sat on her bed.

"Doctor Bloom called me this morning and told me what happened. Is he alright?"

Nodding her head, Oliveah backed away from the window.

"From what Doctor Bloom said, I believe so. She mentioned he was going to be taking some days off from his practice."

I will not tell her that I was in his office. Her shoulders should not be as broad as mine. I will not burden her with more secrets.

"Can we go out and get something to eat? The food here is really not agreeing with my stomach" Abigail complained as Oliveah shook her head.

"I'm sorry Abigail but I can't. I've been ignoring my thesis and I have a deadline on Tuesday with Doctor Bloom that I can't miss."

"Sure, another time."

Cocking her head, Oliveah watched as Abigail crossed her arms.

"I've, been having these dreams."

"What kind of dreams?"

Swallowing hard, Abigail Hobbs quickly wiped a hand against her cheek and settled back down on the edge of her bed.

"I've been dreaming of all the girls my dad killed. I dreamed, that I was sitting in group and they were all seated around me, staring at me, judging me for what he did. Telling me that I should have been the one…"

Walking over to the bed, Oliveah reached out and laid a hand on Abigail's shoulder.

"I can ask Doctor Bloom if there is…" she began before Abigail turned her head and started to cry hard.

"I see and hear those girls even when I am awake!"

…

2 hours later…

Stepping out into the cold early afternoon air, Oliveah breathed deeply as a car horn blasted off somewhere in the distance.

Not once did Abigail mention Nicholas Boyle.

Not once did she mention Hannibal Lecter except to ask if he was alright and even then, her concern was not intense.

She has seen what he is willing to do for her, she knows that he is not to be taken lightly.

Feeling a shiver, Oliveah Adler felt her nose starting to run as she walked to her car, her booted feet crunching over the packed layer of dirty snow.

"Home for lunch, then to the library until I can't keep my eyes open" she spoke out loud to the empty car as she unlocked the door and slipped inside, furiously rubbing her cold hands together.

…

North Clinton Street, Baltimore, MD…

Finishing the last bite of her grilled cheese sandwich, Oliveah downed a half glass of milk before taking her dishes to the sink.

"I wonder if I can get Freddie Lounds to hire me as her assistant."

Turning around at the sink, her eyes fell on Andrew as he sat his laptop down on the wooden table with a loud thump.

"Jesus Andrew, really?"

"I've become a faithful reader in support of my friend's close contact for her employment" he smiled as Oliveah tightly gripped the soapy sponge.

"She and I are not close Andrew and I'd appreciate if you would stop talking about her" she spat just as Andrew slapped a hand down hard on the table causing her to flinch and the stolen silver napkin dispenser to tumble over.

"JESUS FUCK! LOOK AT THIS!"

Letting the sponge fall from her fingers and into the sink, Oliveah held her breath as she moved to stand behind Andrew's shoulder, praying that it was not another picture of her as revenge for her curt conversation with Freddie earlier in the day.

"Oh my god…"

Feeling the words fall from her lips, her hazel eyes fell upon a photograph that looked straight from a horror film.

The object in the middle of the photograph was made of human bodies.

Entirely out of human body parts.

Pieces of bones were built up to a staggering height from the ground up into the sky that must have measured to over eleven feet. At the very top of the human made totem pole, rested a man folded in half.

"FUCKING FOLDED IN HALF!" Andrew shouted as he scrolled down the Tattle Crime web page.

Reaching out, Oliveah tilted the screen as Andrew stopped scrolling.

"Shit, folded in half, fucking arms, fucking pieces of legs; who in the fuck does shit like this?" he questioned, turning his eyes to Oliveah as her own eyes narrowed onto the location tagged with the photograph.

"Grafton, West Virginia."

"That's less than five hours from here Olive. This shit is too close to home."

The kitchen fell silent as Andrew continued to purse his lips and shake his head.

"How in the hell does she get these kind of pictures?" he wondered out loud as Oliveah sneered.

"She pays. Police officers or anyone as a matter of fact that could use an extra twenty or fifty dollars. Or she takes them herself" she replied as Andrew scoffed.

"That's decent pay for just forwarding an iPhone pic."

Catching the slight elevation in her housemate's voice, Oliveah straightened up and stared hard at the back of his head.

"Please tell me you are not given this serious thought Andrew."

"I have no desire to be any feet close to a dead human, not to mention, a totem pole made up of what is clearly a fuck load of different bodies" he responded as he scrolled to the bottom of the article, stopping on the second last picture.

A single figure stood in front of the totem pole.

Dwarfed by its massive size, the figure was dressed in a heavy winter coat, wearing a warm looking knit hat all in the color dark green.

"Will."

Hearing her whisper, Andrew turned fully around in the kitchen chair and leaned his chin on his arms.

"One really has to wonder just how much blood and brains one man can take" he spoke, as Oliveah swallowed hard.

…

Milton S Eisenhower Library, Johns Hopkins University…

7:23pm

Rubbing her eye, Oliveah stifled a yawn as she tucked her pen between the pages of Locke's Essay Concerning Human Understanding.

The desks around her were surprisingly full as her ears picked up the typing of fingertips pounding laptop keys, the crumbling of paper signifying a poorly written early draft, the noise of smuggled in burger wrappers.

Might as well bunker down in the library with all the necessary provisions, it's getting damn cold outside Oliveah thought as she unscrewed the lid to her boathouse water bottle and tipped it up to her lips.

Feeling the table shake, her eyes fell on the figure of William Graham as he slumped down heavily into the chair directly across from her, sending the lid to her water bottle onto the dark carpeted floor.

"Will?"

Catching his eyes, she felt the cough rising in her throat as she threw her hand up against her mouth.

"How did you know I was here?"

Unzipping his jacket, he shrugged it off and laid his arms on the chair arms.

"Alana Bloom came by the lecture hall earlier while I was…rehearsing"

"Okay."

Setting her water bottle back down on the table, she watched as Will reached across and grabbed it.

"May I?"

Nodding her head, she watched as he downed the rest of the contents before wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"There's a water fountain outside the entrance gates if you want more" Oliveah began as Will shook his head.

Catching the eye of a fellow student as he sneered at their conversation, Oliveah mouthed an apology as Will crossed his arms.

"My housemate and I found your picture on Tattle Crime. You were standing in front of a totem pole of body parts" she spoke, hearing an irritated sigh as Will closed his eyes.

"I know, I was there" he spoke, keeping his eyes closed.

"Can I ask why you're here?"

"Excuse me, but can you stop talking please? Some of us have exams" a voice broke out from behind her.

Staring at the man seated across from her, Oliveah sighed internally as she took in Will's steadfast comfortable position.

He's not going to leave

Nodding her head, she pushed out her chair and rose to her feet. Grabbing her Jansport back pack, she stuffed her notebook and photocopied Locke essay inside and grabbed her water bottle.

"Um, have you seen the top?"

"I'm sorry Miss, but I'm going to have to ask you and your friend to take your conversation outside the quiet area…"

Roughly pushing her bag down onto the chair, Oliveah swung around and set her eyes on a middle aged woman who was focused solely on the seated man.

"YES!, I KNOW!"

Hearing Oliveah's irritated shout, Will rose to his feet grabbing his jacket before bending down to retrieve the water bottle lid that had fallen under the table.

Following the two women out of the library, he stood aside as Oliveah slipped on her pea coat.

"I didn't intend to get you thrown out of the library Oliveah" he spoke, wiping the back of his hand against his forehead.

"It's okay. I should get home anyways I'm starving" she spoke, catching the sheen on Will's face.

"It's not that warm in here Will, and you're practically melting" she remarked, stepping closer as Will touched his head again.

Moving to stand in front of him, Oliveah stared into his eyes and brought the palm of her hand against his forehead.

"Jesus, you're so warm" she noted, as Will nodded his head.

"I told you that I saw your picture in front of that human totem pole in Grafton…"

Closing his eyes, Will leaned his cheek against Oliveah's wrist and opened his mouth to speak.

"My work, helps people. What I do saves lives, prevents monsters from taking another life in violence. If it takes a toll on my sanity…"

Pulling her hand away, Oliveah took up her book bag as Will took a step backwards.

"I've been hallucinating Oliveah. I am hearing things, seeing things, and loosing track of time. I close my eyes and find that I'm something else entirely" he spoke, opening his eyes and tilting his head.

"Will, you need to see a doctor. I will drive you to Mercy Medical tonight and I will sit with you" she began as a group of students shared a laugh while passing through the security gate around them.

"You need to take a step back Will. The world of crime will go on around you, but what help will you be if you burn out and hurt yourself or someone else" Oliveah questioned as Will shook his head.

"My name is Will Graham, I am in Baltimore Maryland, and it's 7:59pm"

"Will? What are you doing?"

Hearing Oliveah's whisper, Graham shook his head and took his car keys out of his pocket.

"Something Doctor Lecter told me to try. Um, good night Oliveah and I'm sorry I dragged you out of the library."

It was all he said as he turned around and walked through the security gates and into the night.

Something Doctor Lecter told me to try…

"What the fuck is going on?"

…

She had decided to walk the long way home from the library and with her knit hat and mitts holding a small steaming coffee, she found it a welcoming distraction from thinking about Will Graham.

Feeling the cold air stinging her cheeks, Oliveah turned down Bayshore Ave and felt the tightness in her chest as she approached building 687.

Halting her steps outside Hannibal Lecter's office, she raised her eyes to the second floor windows and nearly dropped the hot cup as soft light radiated from every window.

"He's there" she breathed, hearing the blaring horn of a transit bus.

As long as you are working for Bloom and involved with Abigail Hobbs, you can't avoid him

Climbing up the stone steps, she lightly pushed on the blue door and had almost wished it had been locked up tight.

Entering the old stone building, she took off her mitts and knit hat before stuffing them quickly into her book bag. Taking the steps slowly, she stood on the landing of the second floor and stared down at the carpet where Tobias Budge had stood, blood dripping from his mangled ear.

The lion's den

Staring at the comfortable chairs, she remained standing as piano notes began to play through the closed door.

He is in there.

Touching the door knob, she didn't bother to knock as she twisted the handle and pushed the door open.

Stepping inside with her fingers still griping the handle, her eyes fell upon the seated Doctor as the piano notes continued without pause.

Letting her fingers fall, Oliveah folded her hands behind her back and moved slowly across the room. Focusing her eyes down to the hardwood floor, she spied no shiny small missed shards of glass as the space beside the black leather chair remained empty. Walking to the wooden step ladder, she left it alone as Hannibal continued to play unaware that his eyes followed her every step.

She wouldn't interrupt his piece. She had too much respect for the classical notes written with flourish on the paper.

Hearing the notes fading, Oliveah turned around and fixed her eyes on the seated man.

"Doctor Bloom told me you were taking some time off from your practice? I thought perhaps you would have left Baltimore."

Closing the lid to the black and white keys, Hannibal rose from his bench and walked slowly with a small limp towards the office door that Oliveah had left open.

"My therapist is happy that I am taking a few days off."

Clearing her throat, Oliveah felt her interest growing with his admission.

"You, see a therapist?" she gasped as Lecter touched the side of the office door.

"You seem surprised. Even Psychiatrists need someone to talk to" he replied, closing the office door.

It was just them, sealed inside his four walled office that had seen the deaths of two men within feet of each other.

"Have you brought me your research?"

He's asking for my Master's Thesis days after we were both in danger of losing our lives?

Unless, he never planned on losing his life to Tobias Budge

Swallowing hard, Oliveah shook her head.

"No. No Doctor Lecter, I'm not…" Watching as he moved to stand behind his desk, he flipped open his black notebook with one easy finger and ran it down a page.

"Thursday, the 4th you will bring me your thesis notes."

Taking in a deep breath, Oliveah shoved her hands down the pockets of her black skinny jeans and simply stared at the well-dressed man behind the desk.

"Is that so?"

Pursing his lips, Hannibal Lecter looked down to the small scalpel that rested against a box of charcoal sketch pencils.

"Do you fear me Ms. Adler?"

Fear?

"You want to know if I am scared of you Doctor Lecter?" Oliveah questioned as she watched his fingers graze an object on his desk. "Do you mean fear in the darkest sense of the word? Fear of the dark, fear of the monsters that live under the bed…"

"Fear that you are in a closed room with a man who purposely killed his patient four feet from where you now stand."

Hearing his words, Oliveah felt nothing as she slipped off her backpack and sat it on the light blue sofa.

"Strangely, I am not afraid of you Doctor Lecter and I don't know if that's a good thing, or a smart thing. I don't know if it's because I felt like taking part in killing that man" she spoke as Hannibal slowly walked out from behind his desk.

"I think you have a deep seeded fear in what you believe you are capable of committing. But there is also a deep curiosity and interest that lingers inside of you. For example, the other night at dinner, I simply offered you my own opinion. It was you in the end who realized the ferocity of it."

"Death has always fascinated me, was it because I felt at times in my childhood that I was one step from taking the Grim Reapers outstretched hand?" she spoke as Hannibal took a seat in the empty chair, crossing his legs.

"The Grim Reaper appears to many as the proverbial alarm clock on life. When your time is up, he will be there."

"Do you think my time is up Doctor Lecter?"

Settling his eyes on hers, Hannibal folded his hands in his lap.

"Do you feel like your time is up Ms. Adler?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Oliveah felt a shiver run down her spin. Sitting down on the edge of the empty seat across from him, she laid her hands on her legs and flexed her fingers.

"May I ask how you see Will Graham?"

Remembering the library from an hour earlier, Oliveah settled back and laid her hands on the curled chair arms.

"Right now I feel pity for him."

Cocking an eyebrow, Hannibal tapped his knee with curiosity.

"Why do you pity him?"

"Earlier this evening, I was camped out in the library at Hokpins and he just…showed up. He sat down at my table but something was off. He was sweating profusely and was shallowed eyed. He told me he had been hallucinating and hearing voices, but when I told him I would drive him myself to the hospital, he just…left."

Looking to Oliveah's book bag on his sofa, Hannibal moistened his lips as he thought of his next question.

"Do you have feelings for Will Graham?"

Biting the inside of her tongue, Oliveah felt her cheeks flush and hoped that it was because she was finally starting to feel warm with the fireplace.

"I…don't know."

"You may be interested to know that Will Graham has confessed to kissing Alana Bloom and by his own admission, has fallen in love with her."

Feeling her chest tighten, Oliveah took in a deep breath and hoped to hell that she didn't look like the typical crestfallen woman who had been cheated on.

"I like Will and it would be stupid for me to say that I once thought of asking him out for dinner. Just a foolish girl I guess. Doctor Bloom is established and isn't living on Kraft Dinner and friendly handouts from roommates" she muttered, wiping her palms together.

Silence fell over the large open room as she wondered if she should grab her bag and slink out of the man's office with whatever dignity she had left for the evening.

"I saw Abigail Hobbs the other day. I tried to visit officially and was refused. I found her at my car door and we scurried away like escaped convicts in the middle of the afternoon" Oliveah began as Hannibal sat in silence stone faced.

"Alana was not notified?"

Smirking, Oliveah touched her thumb and forefinger together as she spoke.

"Abigail told a little white lie."

"Some people are good at lies; they come naturally for some, for others, one can see right through them."

Cocking her head, Oliveah offered a challenge.

"Have I told you a lie Doctor Lecter?"

Tucking his chin into his chest, Hannibal shook his head almost immediately.

"I believe that you would and will never lie to me" he spoke matter of factly.

"Why do you think that?"

Taking in a deep breath, Hannibal looked to his black notebook and the fountain pen that rested on the glass table top beside him.

"Because you and I are very much alike in thought, word, and deed. And to lie to me would betray the trust you place in me" he offered as Oliveah rubbed her thumb against the hard leather of the chair arm.

"Doctor Lecter, why did you kill your patient?"

Narrowing his eyes, Hannibal cleared his throat before refocusing his eyes on hers.

"I knew that Tobias Budge had plans to kill him."

It was all he said as Oliveah remembered his words…

"I saved you the trouble."

"Have you ever thought of killing anyone else?"

Her words were firm and not tinged in fear as Hannibal spoke honestly.

"Yes."

"Before last week?" Oliveah blurted out as Hannibal looked at his wrist watch.

"I would ask you Ms. Adler to think very long and hard about these questions of yours and if you are truly prepared for the answers at this moment."

Closing her mouth, Oliveah watched as the doctor rose from his chair and buttoned his suit jacket.

"Abigail told me that you buried Nicholas Boyle's body."

Hearing her soft words, Hannibal turned around and lowered his hands down loose against his sides.

Staring up into his face, she felt the cold that immediately overtook his eyes.

"You asked me if I feared you. You said that we are alike, and…I believe that. Doctor Lecter, I feel an attraction to you emotionally and be rest assured that you can trust me…"

Halting her words, she watched as Hannibal slowly started walking towards her, her eyes never left his as he came to stand directly in front of her. Offering his hand out, Oliveah placed her hand in his as he helped her to her feet.

"Miss. Adler, you are becoming privy to many aspects of my life, and promises will be made…" he began as she interrupted him.

"And you always keep your promises" her firm voice broke out as he dropped her hand and made his way back towards his desk, moistening his lips.

I promise that I will not kill you Oliveah, but I will never promise to leave you in one piece.

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