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The man in question peered through his curtained window toward the yard below, trembling and wetting his lips as his lawn continued to gleam with the bright, dancing flames from lit torches. He could practically feel the heat on his skin.

“Hobbs!”

Sheriff Jack Crawford emerged from the angry mob, his dark brows knit, and his features contorted in a quelled rage. He had recently lost his beloved wife, Bella, to the continuous vampire attacks. The townsfolk knew there were creatures who fed on blood – the only problem was finding out just who was preying on innocent lives. An anonymous tip had led them to Hobbs’ front door.

When there still failed to be a surrender, Jack nodded to local merchant, Brian Zeller, who signaled the attack. He hefted up the front of a battering ram and three other strong, beefy men – steelworkers, as it were – went to his aid.

As the first shock of wood against wood rattled the house, Hobbs began to search frantically for his daughter. If they were to stake him, they would possess her. He could not let that happen.

“Garrett!”

He met his wife, Louise, at the bottom of the staircase, her wide eyes reflecting in his own as she fearfully reached for his hands.

“What are we going to do? They’ll get inside before long…the door won’t hold!”

“Where’s Abigail?”

I was tagged by @quietsenseofpower​

They asked:

What are your top 3 favourite foods? Pizza (boring, but I could literally eat it all day, anyday), stuffed shells, anything chocolate tbh

What’s something you get too excited about? Uhhh, fandoms, I guess? I was going to say writing, but I never really fangirl over my own writing. lol Though I’ll flip over SLs I have with other writers. :)

A favourite quote? “Never does the human soul appear so strong as when it forgoes revenge, and dares to forgive an injury.” -Edward Hubbell Chapin (I actually based one of my original works on this quote.)

Favourite Actor? Actress? Kacey Rohl, atm. She’s like my long-lost twin. Except she’s taller than me. And looks nothing like me, lmao. 

Name five movies you could never get sick of? My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Secretary, Ten Things I Hate About You, The Dark Knight, Fight Club 

Favourite crossovers? I love any and all crossovers tbh. AUs are my absolute favorite. I don’t really have any on here (currently), though I’m writing with an OC who’s Sherlock-based, so that can feel like a crossover since sometimes we involve Irene Adler.

What’s something that could make you cry of happiness? I’m such an emotional bawl-bag, I wish I was joking. To give an example, this post made me tear up a little while reading: http://musicboxmcmories.tumblr.com/post/140035109906/pr1nceshawn-never-look-down-on-anybody-unless I’m such a sucker for good Samaritan stories, I’m serious.

Your fondest memory? HOOOO BOOOOY, I could never condense my life into ONE MEMORY, so I’ll just say any and all vacations to my favorite beach. I long for it any time I’m stressed (like now. I WANNA GO SO BAD). There are so many wonderful things to do there, so I have a lot of fond memories of that place. In fact, I remember listening to S1 Hannibal fanmixes and watching 1x12 while out there (watched it live, which was PAINFUL, cuz ABIGAIL -- I was up ‘til 7 a.m. listening to this song on a loop cuz I thought she was dead (though she might as well have been T_T)), so it’s got Hannibal S1 nostalgia for me now, too.

What’s the best way for you to bond with someone? Humor? Idk, I’m easily won over by ppl who make me laugh. I guess that’s why I tend to gravitate toward comic relief characters as faves (though I never write for them).

A life changing experience? Is it bad that I can’t really think of one? I mean, I suppose can, but it’s nothing I’d like to share, sorry.

Favourite hobbies? Writing (gee, what a surprise! :P), drawing, vidding, singing, dancing, harassing my cats.

I tag @adlerthetattler​ @wasthelure​ @lionessamiele​ @tinyripper​ and anyone else who wants to do the thing.

To answer: 

What’s your favorite fandom you’ve ever been apart of?

Dream vacation spot?

Favorite books?

OTP for the fandom listed in #1 (unless you don’t have one)?

Favorite AUs to write in RP?

Do you write better at night or in the morning?

Current top three favorite songs?

Current favorite male and female character?

Did you choose your muse because you relate to them?

What kind of pets do you have (and/or want to have)?

Will’s head ached. Hunkered over his makeshift desk, he rubbed his forehead with one hand and perused a case file with the other, a flask of Scotch tucked neatly away in his coat pocket, were he to ever need it. Molly and Willy grounded him -- supported him -- but just the thought of having to return to this line of work made him horribly dependent. He hadn’t even wanted to bother (Molly hadn’t wanted him to bother, either), but Jack knew exactly how to get under his skin. Families -- children -- had been the victims splayed haphazardly across the crime photographs, and Will had immediately felt his old, rusted white knight complex kick in. He needed to think like the monsters just one last time.

“Knock, knock!”

Will looked up from the gory photos and scrunched his brows, only smiling faintly when Beverly Katz held a bag of fast food up by her ear.  “You shouldn’t have...”

“Oh, it was no trouble. I always stop by Bingo’s Burgers after a long, hard day of arduous ‘formaldehyde-sniffing.’”

Will grimaced. “No, I mean you really shouldn’t have... I feel lousy enough as it is.”

“Hmph. Suit yourself.” Tossing the bag onto his desk, she moved around to have a seat along the edge, much like when they had first met. “We have a conference meeting in fifteen minutes, just so you know.”

Will’s expression was withering. “If I am expected to make any progress on this case, I would prefer to work alone. Once I’ve familiarized myself with the specifics, I’ll regroup and ask for assistance, should the need arise.”

Beverly snorted. “Fat chance. After the shit you pulled back at Quantico, Purnell has explicit instructions for you to be monitored at all times. In other words, I’m your glorified babysitter.”

“And?”

“And I say it’s time for our meeting. Now come along, champ. But first!” She held up a hand, finally appearing apprehensive. “There’s something you should know... Our latest addition to the team is an acquaintance of yours.”

Will shrugged. “Is that truly so surprising? Despite my aversion to social networking, I still managed to get invites to quite a few Christmas parties. Arguably, I know most people from ‘back in the day.’”

Beverly rolled her lips inward, looking a bit uncomfortable. “Think more personal, if you can. Someone who you lost contact with over the years, more specifically.”

“That’s absolutely everyone,” Will muttered. Now rising from his seat, he added, “I don’t have time for guessing games, Beverly. Just tell me who it is and let’s get this over with.”

“Abigail Hobbs.”

The color drained from Will’s face, his stance stiffening as if his spine had turned to impenetrable steel. Soundlessly opening and closing his mouth for a few strained, bewildered seconds, he shook his head before choking out, “I’m sorry, I...did you say Abigail?”