Hannibal x vampire!reader
A/N: So... I'll do an intro later but some might know me some might which is a lot. But this idea came up in my head while watching Hannibal and it hasn't left my thoughts. Also implied that reader is Fem but I tried using more gn terms.. π§
Warnings: mentions of violence, death, sexual themes, lots of blood, Hannibal being well. Hannibal. Alcohol and Cigarette smoking from reader. Mentions of mental illness (depression, severe paranoia, anxiety), 15 year age gap (reader is 29, Hannibal is about 44 in season one.) Also might be a little ooc... but I tried my best to keep it close to the plot π«©.
More notes: Vampire!Reader is an Administrative Assistant in a mortuary located in Baltimore, Maryland and has been a vampire for years. Slow-burn and eventual smut. Will Graham is mentioned (and is a possible romance interest for both Hannibal and reader but not yet... i have plans.) Jack is also mentioned but only for plot points. ALSO, no mentions of y/n.
Death, Death, and some more death. It's all you'll ever see, and hunger is all you'll ever feel.
Thirst for blood isn't for the weak. A thirst for Human Blood is unnatural. Maybe working at a mortuary isn't the best. Only good thing is you don't deal with the bodies just the people who want to see them.
Alarm blaring and pets hungry. You woke up with a raging headache from unfortunately smoking and having one too many drinks on your night out. While trying to drown out the noise from the alarm clock your cell was ringing.
Your boss was calling you. A sigh and the silenced clock you answer the phone. "Hey Manny.. what's up? Someone need a cover?.."
"That's exactly what I was calling you for! How'd you guess? Am I becoming predictable? I am hoping you will take it. Even if you're newer than the rest you work hard." Your boss seemed, almost cheerful. Manny was great. Mid 70s a grandfather and too happy for his own good.
Maybe that's why he was so healthy, not your type of blood though. "Yeah.. I got it Manny don't worry. I'll be there in about an hour.. Had a rough night." You heard a small bit of pity from Manny which was normal. But god he was ecstatic that you said yes.
You arrived at work after cleaning yourself up from sleeping in. Only about a couple minutes late since you had to make a trip to buy pet food for your cat and dog. The sun was setting and you were already comfortable on those ugly office chairs they have behind the front desk.
A lot of people wouldn't be able to do this job. A very mentally demanding job. Anyone coming in the mortuary were all grieving, families, friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, or the odd ones that just want to try and act like a fake family member to see a dead body. It's not like you're any better... sometimes you try to sneak blood. But with the fear of being caught. You don't.
Usually, the job is simple, organizing dates for funeral directors, organizing dates for the counselors, and well just dealing with the simple things. It's rare that anyone else comes in for other things.
Two men walked in, seemed very normal at first till one of them flashed his badge. FBI. I only tensed up for a second till the other man spoke, "Excuse me Ma'am, we're with the FBI. I'm Will Graham, this is agent Jack Crawford. Don't worry you're not in trouble we are here to ask you and your coworkers some... questions. Is it possible to close for the night?"
You didn't respond, just a nod and without question you followed as the sign at the front window went from Open to closed.
You lead the two into the back and let them repeat what they told you.
They had explained that there was a missing body from a crime scene near by and it was reported to be on a record. There was no specific record but they wanted to check every single body to see if matched the one they needed. As they spoke you glanced at all of your coworkers. Not with any guilt, pity, or anything of the sort but almost analyzing them.
Manny was almost... Calm and super collected as if this has happened before. Axel was about the same, he didn't bother with the bodies since he was just a counselor.
Marie seemed... Tense. Not in a guilty way, tense in a way that someone could have framed her for something she hasn't done. Now. The two embalmers... Those two seemed off.
You could almost sense the tension between the two, both Paxson's and Simon's heartbeats were almost loud enough for the others to hear. You decided not to say anything since. Well you were far from even touching any of the bodies that come in.
Jack and Will started asking everyone questions one by one slowly till they went down the line.
You were siting with Marie and Axel since they have already gone. "Have you seen anything?" Axel asked you.
"No. I mean.. Nothing that I know about, it's so... Strange you know? I only work at the desk and that's all. Do you think someone could have been involved?.." A rough sigh was all Axel responded with.
As you sat with your head in between your hands Paxson had came out of the room and you were next.
An anxious wave filled your body. You weren't guilty of anything.. Right.? not that they needed to know. Just a couple questions and you're done.
"Miss? You're next." Jack Crawford had stepped out of the room to call you over. You didn't even notice you were just standing there. "Right.." A heavy exhale and some steps, you were sitting in front of both Jack Crawford and Will Graham.
All of the questions they had asked you weren't super crazy, "how long have you worked here?" "how well do you know your coworkers?" "have you seen anything suspicious?"
"Now we understand that you may not work with the bodies but do you ever see them or notice something off about them?" Jack had asked. "No not at all. I'm not exactly allowed to even go in there. I'm not authorized without specific permission from Manny."
"... although. Sometimes when I'm closing up. Simon and Paxson tend to stay after we close. I don't ever question because it's none of my business but... nevermind. I doubt it's anything crazy." you rambled off a bit but stopped yourself before it went on.
It was noticeable that you were anxious. Fidgeting with your fingers, leg jumping quietly, pupils small. Will noticed every second of it. "You alright?. We can take a minute."
"I'm okay. Just. I get anxious sometimes." It wasn't a lie, you were just very anxious. For everything.
"Is there something your not telling us? Something that you can't talk about?" Will asked with a curious nature. It was hard to read you. Your physicality was almost screaming that you were anxious but everything else?. It was almost impossible to read. Especially for someone like Will.
They finished up their questions and walked out the room with you. Before saying their goodbyes, you overheard Will and Manny talking about phone numbers. You didn't think about it much so you gathered your things.
As you were about to leave you were stopped. "Hey, just want to let you know I gave your number to the uh... what's his face. Ha! But no worries he asked for all of our phone numbers to keep in touch just incase we see anything... Out of order..." Manny whispered. Manny always joked around but he seemed oddly serious about it. "Alright, Manny. I'll see you tomorrow." You said your goodbye and headed home.
Once you left, your cell buzzed as it was a text message from Will Graham, which you ignored. Walking was always peaceful, the cold wind blowing softly, the moon bright and shining through the clouds. It would have been perfect. If it didn't feel like you were being watched.
Just the feeling alone made you get goosebumps, your steps got faster. Then you heard it. Another pair of steps getting louder.
You felt a cold hand on your shoulder and harshly stopped you almost causing you to trip. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Once you looked over your shoulder, it was Paxson. The coworker that you had worries about... at least one of them.
"You know.. You shouldn't be out this late. Do you need a ride?" He had a spine-chilling smile. You knew something was odd about him whenever you had shifts together. But this... This was different.
"Sorry no Paxson.. I like walking, I'll be fine by myself." Giving the most respectful smile that obviously said 'leave me alone'. "Oh come onnn. A quick drive home doesn't hurt anyone, does it? or. Is it because you don't like me?"
You could feel your heart skip a beat. "It's not that I don't like you. I just like being alone.." "NO-. You don't fucking like me, that's what it is. I see the way you look at me like a fucking tease. It's obvious you like older guys.. aren't I your type?"
His hand was traveling down your arm and it sent a shiver down your arm. "Listen. Paxson, I don't feel like that about you.. Anyway I was looking at you was not meant to be taken that way." You tried being polite... Didn't seem like he was taking it that way.
Paxson had a hold of your wrist, a grip on your wrist. His mouth was open as if he was going to talk but got interrupted. "Excuse me. I don't mean to bother either of you. Is everything alright over here?"
Both you and Paxson looked over at the voice. A tall man, at least taller than you and Paxson. He looked... formal, too formal. An office man? He looked older than Paxson, from the light hair, and just from the way he presented himself. "Ma'am. Are you okay? Is this man bothering you?" You looked at him wide-eyed and glanced at your wrist. You didn't want Paxson to get aggravated, as if he wasn't already.
"...No. Everything is okay. Just. Walking home." You reassured the strange man. But from the look on his face. He didn't believe you. "Sir, let them go. Doesn't seem like you're very welcome in her space." His tone was mellow. Almost eerie and didn't seem like Paxson was taking it.
You could hear him grind his teeth, but he knew better. This man was taller, larger, and possibly stronger than him. He let go of your wrist. "Fuck this." He cursed as he walked away.
Your heart quickly softened from being so tense at the situation. You turned to the man to see that he was already looking down at you. At your soul. "Thank you... I really appreciate it. Honestly. Felt like my heart was going to crawl out of my throat." All of your anxiety left with a small sigh. But one thing that did stay was nervousness.
"Apologies for my unprofessionalism. I'm Dr. Hannibal Lecter, and you are?" He asked as he held his hand out. You took it, warm. Too warm. "____. Nice to meet you, Dr. Lecter. Is it strange to ask you what your profession is?"
"Psychologist, and no, it's a natural curiosity." He was quick to answer. "Well, it's only fair that I tell you what I work in.. Not as special or cool as yours. I'm an Administrative Assistant for a Mortuary." He had let your hand go slowly as if he was keeping your touch. It left a tingle. "Not as special? You deal with people, that's special enough."
The comment made your heart flutter. "Oh. Well, that's just a simple thing, isn't it?." "Dealing with people is a very hard job on its own. Dealing with people going through grief is tiring. I can tell you have a strong mind." He was reading you like a book.
"I suppose." A smile was plastered onto your face. "Thank you again. Dr. Lecter for helping me. I've got to go home now, it's getting late."
"No need to be formal, just call me Hannibal. Would you like me to accompany you on your walk? Or will you be fine by yourself?" This man was scarily sweet. "I'll be okay alone. Hannibal."
He gave you a smile that was unforgettable and went off on his way. God were you thirsty.
You were exhausted the second you stepped into your house. Taking off your shoes at the shoe rack, you knew something felt off. Neither of your pets greeted you at the door and the house had a distinct smell.
It wasn't normal. Quietly stepping into the kitchen, quickly grabbed a steak knife. Small and effective, just in case. Stepping around the house and slowly opening up each door.
You were just paranoid, and both of your pets were in your bedroom sleeping on the bed. After everything that had happened, you called it a night.
Shockingly, you woke up early. No alarm, no call, no disturbance, and only working night shifts. The issue with Paxson still lingered, it was like on replay.
But one thing stood out. Dr. Lecter... Or Hannibal. Wrong place at the right time. He had something about him that was different. Was it the distinct clean scent, the way he dressed, or was it the faint smell of his blood.
Nah. You were just hungry, and so were your pets. Walking to the kitchen, your two little followers lead you. Once you gave them their food, you needed yours.
Getting your breakfast just simple eggs and a good drink of blood. The food was good, but the blood? God, was it horrible, but you needed it.
Strangely, a message was on your cell. It was an unknown number but it never hurts to check who it is.
###-###-####: Good Morning, it's Will Graham. I was wondering if we could talk somewhere public. I have a couple of questions for you. Jack Crawford will not be there.
As you read the message, you didn't see the harm in answering more questions from Will. The guy was pretty cute in a weird, geeky way, but you had no actual attraction for him.
You: Morning, that seems fine with me. Honestly, I also have a few things that might interest you for the case. I don't know if it will help.
Will Graham: Did something happen after you left work? If something did I would need you to tell me. Let's meet at the cafe at - (whatever the fuck street).
You verbally agreed without answering him as the dishes in your hands carefully made it into the sink. Quickly getting ready in casual clothes, you got to the front door and said goodbye to your two lovely pets.
You made it to the cafe, it was very quiet, and you noticed Will at a corner table. Walking over, he noticed you with a slight nod. "Please sit, I don't think I'll keep you here for too long." He finished by drinking some of the coffee he ordered.
Will wasn't subtle, and he wanted answers from you specifically. "I didn't ask you about it last night, but I noticed when Jack and I were questioning you. Is there something off that you have noticed or know about your two coworkers, Simon and Paxson?" The name alone sent a ringing in your ears. "ah.. Yeah a bit. More from Paxson. Simon is a pretty normal guy and super respectful to everyone. I do find it a bit weird he stays at work for longer than most. I don't like asking questions."
You could see Will make a mental note. "What about Paxson?" This time you just wanted to look away from just the mention of him. "He's... Strange. Strange in a bad way.. sometimes he's super nice. But other times it's like a switch went off and he is a totally different person." Your hands were on the table, fidgeting.
"Also, just to get it out of the way. Uhm." You paused before speaking again. "Paxson almost followed me home. He was like. Super aggressive, almost as if he was on something, but it was too dark to notice if his eyes were off. Thankfully, nothing really happened besides him grabbing my wrist."
"Nothing happened? How so?" Will found it odd. With a situation like that, how did something not happen?
"Yeah, nothing really happened. This man noticed that I needed help and practically scared Paxson off. If it interests you, the man's name was Dr. Hannibal Lecter." His demeanor changed. "Dr. Lecter? He helped you out last night?"
His tone almost admitted that he knew Hannibal. "Yeah. Do you know him?" "You could say that. He's somewhat my psychologist. or therapist." What a shocker. You could never have guessed that the two of them knew each other.
It was awkward for a good minute. "That's strange, no? I meet you and your... Psychologist. On the same day, only hours apart." You made that realization pretty quick.
"Yeah, what a coincidence." "Yeah." "No, literally speak of the devil." You raised your eyebrow.
"Hello Will, and __. How nice to see the two of you." As you turned your head a simple smile met your eyes. Literally speaking of the devil, Hannibal had to be some variation of Beetlejuice. "Oh Hannibal!.. What are you doing here?"
"I like the tea they serve here." His answer was straightforward, and he was looking at Will. "Listen. I'm going to stop my questioning here, alright? The information you gave me was plenty. Thank you. Let me know if anything comes up."
Will left. No questions asked, he just left. So. Now you were alone with Hannibal. "May I sit?" He asked. You nodded as he took the seat Will was just at moments ago.
"My apologies if I. Interrupted your date with Will Graham. I only thought it would be kind to say hello." His eyes struck something in you. Lightly colored, yet seemed so dark. "It wasn't a date. He was just questioning me for some case he's on." You shook your head.
"About the man who was bothering you last night?" He questioned. "Something like that... I don't know if this is a good question, but how do you and Will know each other?" "It's a great question. I know Will from work. Nothing too special."
You felt like there was more to the story. way more. It was easier for you to just not ask anymore questions. "Did you get home safely?" Hannibal asked. "Yes. I only got paranoid."
His face looked like he already knew that. It was almost creepy. "I've got to go, it was nice talking to you again. Goodbye Doctor." "Goodbye"
Most of the day was very.. anticlimactic. Besides the fact that you couldn't stop thinking about Hannibal. You couldn't tell if you wanted to know more about him, get closer to him, or drink his blood. It could also be all. Going to work was anxiety-inducing, especially after what happened with Paxson.
It wasn't shocking to you that Paxson wasn't working tonight. But it made you feel more uneasy than if he were at work. It was very slow at the front desk. You had a feeling people weren't dying today or something. Manny came from the back to talk. "Hey, have you seen Paxson today? He didn't call out sick or anything." He seemed concerned. "Uh, no, sorry Manny. I... I haven't seen him since last night."
A hum left Manny's lips. "Alrighty then. You doing alright? You seem. On edge." He was standing in front of the desk as he looked at you with that look a father gives to their children when they want to figure things out. "I don't know, Manny, I don't really want to talk about it, but I'll be okay. I promise."
He stared for a bit longer till he smiled. "You're a good kid, strong too, not many younger people can handle your job. Reminds me of when Marie was younger." He raised his arm and ruffled your hair. Literally as if you were his child. Then he disappeared into the back.
It was time for you to clock out. It was only you and Simon left, he usually closes up. Without telling him anything, you decided to just leave.
It was cold, and the air smelled fresh. The only things lighting up your view was the street lights. It was too peaceful. Too bad someone decided to bother it. Once you walked near an alleyway, two hands roughly grabbed you into the darkness. Almost dropping your bag and nearly twisting your ankle.
Whoever grabbed you kept a tight grip around your stomach and a hand around your mouth. "You really think you could get away from me?" The voice was familiar to you. Too familiar.
Paxson, it was almost predictable. "Don't have your new little friend to help you this time. You're all for me now." Struggling under him wouldn't help you at all, so it was time to go back to your roots.
Unfortunately for him, his grip on your mouth wasn't as tight as his arm around you. It allowed you to open your mouth and take a bite of most of his left hand. He yelled out in pain as you didn't let go of his hand just yet. But he let go of you. "Fuck-! You bitch!" He pushed your head, which you took part of his hand with you.
He didn't notice immediately, but once he did, all hell broke loose. He didn't say anything besides screams, but his expression showed. Fear. True fear, you had spat out his palm onto the ground. "You're fucking crazy!.. Have fucking fun explaining that to your friend!" He yelled as he ran into the darkness.
You didn't understand what he meant by that till you turned around. Not a face you wanted to see right now. Hannibal. Looking at him wide-eyed, not a very good look for you, especially with blood all over your mouth. "Listen, it's not what it looks like.. Hannibal, please." He didn't say anything, only coming up to you and wiping your mouth, smudging the blood to the side of your cheek.
"You are different. Didn't expect this at all. No need to be afraid." He gave you a comforting smile that did not feel comforting at all. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Hannibal took you home. Seemed romantic, in a different stalker-ish type way. You cleaned yourself up in his bathroom as you stared at yourself. It was stupid. You fucked up your cover, even if he didn't know. No normal person eats someone's hand.
Didn't help that your ankle was strained from Paxson holding you in that uncomfortable position. You couldn't think about that yet. The only thing running around in your mind was what Hannibal was doing.
You left the bathroom and walked around the very beautiful house to look for Hannibal. Finding him in the kitchen, you wanted to say something. He looked different than all the other times you've seen him.
He looked. Normal, casual. A long sleeved shirt and it seemed like sweat pants. "How are you feeling?" You couldn't find it in yourself to say anything. Hannibal walked towards you, stepping back he stopped you from moving.
It was a slow movement he grabbed and held you close. For someone so neutral he was warm. "It's best if you stay here tonight. You can sleep in my bedroom." You nodded your head but strangely you heard him... smell you? It was better if you didn't ask any questions.
He lead you to his bedroom quietly. Once you were both inside you decided to finally talk. "It wasn't what it seemed like." He didn't answer immediately but you weren't faced towards him. "He came at me first. I was. afraid. If I fought back he could have hurt me."
"I believe you. Relax now, you're safe now. Have a goodnight." He left the room and closed the door. You decided it was easier to just listen to him and relax.
You woke up still tired, the sun was peaking through the curtains. The bed was unfamiliar, smelt familiar. Sitting up you stretched your arms and noticed some clothes. You stood up and walked towards and saw it was just simple pajamas. Hannibal had to left them here.
You changed up and cleaned yourself up once again in the bathroom. Finding Hannibal in the same place you found him last night the kitchen.
You watched him cook as you walked closer. "Good morning. I hope you had a good rest." He looked human, his hair wasn't done and still wearing the clothes he was wearing last night. "Good morning. Your bed is very comfortable."
"I'm sorry for being a burden. You shouldn't feel the need to take care of me." Hannibal shook his head as he looked at you. "I felt the need to. You're not a burden if I was the one who helped you by choice." You still felt guilty, for some reason it didn't feel right at all. Hannibal didn't question anything. Acting like everything was normal.
"... Why aren't you questioning me Hannibal." You looked up at him almost pitiful. "It was an obvious situation. You acted in self defense, I am curious on how you bit through his skin. Either he has weak skin. Or you have tough teeth."
You did have tough teeth, only because you had to. "Why are you so calm about it. Aren't you afraid of me or something?" Normal people would be scared, run, hide. He wasn't, he was acting like nothing happened. "I couldn't be afraid of you. Like I said, I am curious about you."
He wasn't cooking anymore, only looking at you as if you were the only thing on his mind. "That wasn't the first time you've done that." You felt your heart drop. "What makes you think that?" "Because people who do things like almost eating people would be afraid themselves. Yet, you weren't. Which showed you've done that before."
"Whatever you are, Is not human. I'm almost envious." He scanned your face. You couldn't defend yourself. Not without sounding guilty. The worst part of it all, looking away from his face, was almost impossible. He was alluring, now that you noticed it. His face was unique, the light eyebrows that illusioned that he had none, the long, curved nose, and the prominent bone structure.
"I'll keep your secret. I want to keep you close, as a new friend." His lips curved as he caught your eyes. He had all the power, and he knew that. "No worries. Will Graham won't know about anything. It's natural to become friends with people you've had experiences with." He finished up his dish that you had 100% forgot about. "Let's eat."
You were now sitting at the dining table with Hannibal sitting in front of you. Eating in silence, the nervousness in your stomach. Felt like a kid who got caught stealing. He had took you home after that.
You were back home and fed your pets. Everything felt surreal. Grabbing the pack and lighter you had on your nightstand, you headed towards your backyard.
You kept your pets inside since you hated smoking near them, it was just cruel. Picking your phone out of your pocket, you dialed Manny's number. He picked up almost instantly. "Hey Manny. I know this is... short notice, but I don't think I can make it to work today. Something came up." Hearing his disappointment through a sigh, "Well it sucks to hear that Kid. It's alright, get some rest, you sound out of it." He finished with a hearty laugh and ended the call.
Before you set your phone down, you hesitated. Did you want to talk to Will Graham about what happened? Or choose to keep quiet and let him contact you? Oh well, you put the phone down and started "relaxing."
Smoke filled your lungs as it left through your nose. There was only one clear thought in your mind. Hannibal.
It was almost addictive. Nearly made you forget all about biting someone's palm off. The worst part about it all was not knowing if you admired Hannibal or craved him. It made your head ache. Thinking about you and Hannibal was perverted. Reminded you of what Paxson had told you that first night. "It's obvious you like older guys..." It lingered.
It made your heart race like a stupid freshman high school kid with a crush on their senior friend. Just thinking about it tantalized the relationship you gained with him. Maybe you just needed to get off. It had been a while, well. You got any. A couple of months really.
God, you were lonely, and Hannibal wasn't helping you at all. Too bad you were interrupted by your phone buzzing. Annoyed, you rolled your eyes and picked it up.
Will Graham: Good afternoon. I wanted to notify you about our case. With your compliance, we found out your coworker Paxson was a part of the bodies that were missing.
Will Graham: He didn't go without a fight, at least not from us. Guy had something messed up with his hand.
That single text gave you the worst anxiety you've ever felt. Paxson wouldn't say anything right.. at least you hoped so.
You barely did anything during the day, but you needed something to get your mind off everything. You wanted to see Hannibal, you were going to see Hannibal. But before you even left, you were hungry. It was time to raid your stash. You could never get over the metallic taste of blood.
Every time you've seen Hannibal, you didn't... look your best. Or had the blood of someone who attacked you all over your face. You wanted to look... somewhat nice. So dressing up just a bit for him isn't too crazy right?
You found yourself at Hannibal's front door. Knocking on the door softly, just hoping he heard your knock. Hearing another voice inside but the door opened, revealing Hannibal. "Hello Hannibal, I wanted to talk to you about earlier..." "Please come in, you're lucky. I barely started cooking." He kept that eyeless smile. It sent a shiver down your spine.
He led you to the dining room, and you saw his other guest. "Didn't know you were invited too." Will Graham spoke first in his average monotone voice. "Well. Not really, I just... I'm here to talk to Hannibal about something important." He had a curiosity in his eyes, but didn't ask questions.
"Please sit down. I can't let you leave on an empty stomach." He put a hand on your shoulder and pulled a chair out like a true gentleman. You sat down, and he disappeared into the kitchen. Now it was just you and Will sitting in front of you.
The silence was killing you. "So what are you doing here?" You asked Will. "Sometimes after my therapy with Dr. Lecter, he offers me dinner. However, I'm shocked you're here. Thought you would have been working since it's safer now." Shrugging, you sighed. "It's not that easy. I knew Paxson, but didn't expect him to be a part of the murders."
"It's uneasy, is it?" He answered before you could continue. "Yeah. Even if I didn't expect it, it really wasn't shocking." "What would have been shocking if it were anyone else. Like those two who are married."
"Marie and Axel? I doubt it could have ever been those two... they have kids to take care of... It would have been shocking, though." It was almost funny. "I would have thought it could have been you. Until we talked the other day." You looked at him with no real expression.
Thank god Hannibal came back with some food. You didn't know how much longer you could last the awkward conversation with Will. Hannibal served this fancy dish you would never eat unless it was In some michelin star restaurant you were invited to. Nonetheless it was delicious.
"Hannibal.. Where'd you learn how to cook like this? It's impressive." You asked as you paused eating. No one likes when people eat and talk. "I taught myself. It's something you just experiment with. It's a science." He responded with. A very Hannibal response. You nodded and just continued eating. Without looking up you couldn't help but notice Will was almost leering at you.
Not in a way that seemed aggressive or rude, in a way that he wanted to find something out. "So how did you two actually meet again.. I don't remember how." Will broke the silence with his question.
"They were having problems with someone and I happened to be near by. I couldn't stand to let them possibly getting hurt." Hannibal answered as you looked up for Will's reaction. It seemed like he didn't believe it but. It's not like he could ask anymore.
Will said his goodbyes as he left. It was a little strange but no bad blood. Obviously, it was only you and Hannibal. You and Hannibal were in the kitchen as you kindly offered help with the dishes. It's the least you could do when you showed up unannounced.
"Shall I mention why you showed up? It's a bit strange but I don't mind friendly company." Hannibal asked you as he was cleaning up. Glancing over you couldn't help but notice his sleeves rolled up and his slightly unkempt hair. "Well. I wanted to explain myself. I just." You stopped washing the dishes as you scanned your hands. "People don't see me like that. Ever. I didn't mean too bite him... Let alone take part of his hand apart."
His silence was deafening, especially when he walks. Looking up he startled you as he was now next to you. "I think you're special. I'm fascinated by you." His hand crept towards your face. "How Hannibal. How can you make me see what you see in me."
"I can't, I don't need too." His response was quick. Almost pre written. Hannibal's hand was on your face without notice. His hand was warm and thumb pulled on your lip to reveal your teeth. Different than others. Sharper and a bit thin but seemingly tough. "You're like a cat. Or should I say like a bat." His stupid smile made you push his hand away without force.
"Don't joke about thatβ¦" You spoke under your breath as he looked amused. "I have one more question for you." He didn't take his eyes off of you as he placed his hand on the counter top.
"Why so dressed up if you just wanted to explain yourself?" By just the look on his face made you feel like he already knew. You turned the sink back on and tried to finish washing the neglected dishes. "I wanted to match your formality." You painfully lied, and saw his hand turn the water back off.
"It's not shameful to admit you dressed for some you look forward to." It was almost cocky, but the tone in his voice mixed with his accent made it a smart answer. "Where'd you get me looking forward for you?" You cocked your head towards him.
"I'm a psychologist. Your body language speaks." You were silenced, and flustered. "It's... Not what you think." "That's what you said about your. Condition. You don't want to believe it." His voice was like a drug you couldn't get over.
"I can not believe you're psycho analysing me. You're terrible." You shook your head but couldn't help but smile just a bit. He was like a bookworm, and you were a fresh new release just waiting to be read. "Sometimes I cannot help it. It's a bad habit." His smile stuck on his face as he pushed himself off the counter and grazing your shoulder. "Do you need to get home or. Shall we talk about sleeping arangements?" Did Hannibal want you to sleepover.
"Is there more we should talk about? I think I should get home..." You already dried your hands were now leaning on the kitchen counter facing him. "I think. We could talk about your. Condition. More personally." Your heart skiped as your head ran. "My condition?. Dr. Lecter. Isn't this very unprofessional, asking newly made friends to spend the night. To 'personally talk about their condition'?." You air quoted as you could see the slight mischievous glint in his eye.
"You aren't my patient." "No but we did only meet about.. Three days ago now." His grin grew as it showed off his own teeth. "It's not like that, was your mind heading somewhere else?" He questioned you. "Hannibal. You're not oblivious. Even if we barely know each other I know you're smart. You didn't word that in that way for no reason." You could hear your heart pumping.
"I'll take you home. But my offer still stands. I want to figure you out." "Then I'll just come over unannounced again." οΏΌοΏΌ
a/n: PLEASE KNOW it's my first time writing in like... 3 yrs.. π so if it's lil shit. Mb. π
