Hannibal: Your Mine

Chapter 3: Dinner

The stress of the FBI really had gotten too much. Jack had given me a ton of closed cases that were never solved. I did solve a few, but most ,there was nothing left of them. They were either dead, or goners.
It was near midday when I remembered I had dinner with Hannibal tonight. I knew that I had to dress to impress. He was always so stylish, I figured for one night I should join the higher class of society. I grabbed my keys and headed into town.
I wandered around looking for thing that Hannibal would approve of. A young woman approached me."Hello, Do you need any help?"

"Um..Yes! I have a formal dinner tonight, and I have nothing to wear"

"Formal dinner? Well, I would say stay simple; Black and White. It's your best bet"
She brought me over to another section, and showed me everything in stock.
"If you don't mind me asking, what is this formal dinner for?"

"It's for.....The FBI" I lied.

"Oh! My brother works there, but as a detective. Well, how about something nude"

"Nude?"

"Yes. I think I have the perfect dress for you. It's new, but quite pricey"
She showed me a one shouldered nude dress. It was figure hugging and had some intercut details. I loved it!
"That's the one! Now, I hate to bother you, but I need a bag"

"All ready got one"
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There I was, standing outside Hannibal's grand house. Every window shone like Connie Island. I nervously knocked on his mahogany door. The door swung open to revel a well dressed man. He gave me a warm smile.
"Good Evening Ivy. You're on time"

"Always am" I said, returning his smile. Hannibal grabbed my hand and lead me inside. He removed my jacket and brought me to his dining room. His house was so grand and complex.To get to the dining room we had to go threw, The foyer,His Library and The kitchen. Hannibal's dinning room was cobalt blue with a blazing fire place and a herb garden that hung off a wall. It was quite beautiful....
"I've never seen a house so grand"

"I must give you the grand tour..." He said, pulling out a chair for me.
"What are we having?"

"Never ask, It ruins the surprise" He left and returned with our starters; Ox tail soup. Hannibal's eye stared at me as I slowly lifted my spoon.
"Mmmm...." I groaned with delight.

"I'm glad you like it"
We tucked in. Hannibal quickly got onto the next course; Venison steaks with a red wine sauce.
"Dr.Lector, were you a chief?"

"Yes, actually. Ms. Lane,I did not invite you here to talk about me. I'm here to talk about you"

"Me?! Well there's not much to know..."

"You're not American, are you?"

"No, I'm originally from Iceland"

"Really?! I would have said French. But all Icelandic girls are just as beautiful"
I blushed as his eye gazed at me. He smiled as he took a sip of his red wine.
"Shall we eat?" He said, placing his glass down.
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Hannibal was in,washing up. I sat there taking in my surroundings. Everything was so elegant. Something he said earlier, sparked something in my mind.
"Dr.Lector, Why am I here?"

"The truth is" He said, appearing in the door way,"I want to know you better. I want to be your....Friend"

"Well then Dr.Lector -"

"Please call me Hannibal"

"Hannibal, aren't you going to show your friend around your beautiful home?"
A smile appeared on his face as he extended his hand out me.
He brought me room to room, making me laugh every time we left a room. He handed me a glass of white wine as we entered his 'Ballroom' (Well that's what I called it). His harpsichord sat in the corner of the room.
"A toast" He announced "To a long friendship" Our glasses clinked before we began to drink.
"Do you play?"

"Yes. Would you like to hear?"

"Oh yes please!"
He played the most beautiful melodies. I glanced at the clock.
"Oh my god! Hannibal it's 2 am" I said laughing.
"Oh well, I best be going" I said, stumbling to the door.
"You can't drive like that"

"Yes I can! Don't tell me what to do" I may have had something to drink before I came...And a lot at dinner...And a lot now.
"I have a guest room upstairs, you can stay here for tonight"

"Fine....Hey, are you spinning right now?"

"Can you walk over to me?" He was only a few steps away, but in my state, I took one step and I fell. Luckily, Hannibal caught me. He picked me up and carried me all the way upstairs. Realising that I couldn't sleep in this dress, and considering I need something to sleep in. Hannibal gave me one of his old t-shirts. He help me put it on, considering I could bearly see in front of me. He put me into bed, and kissed my forehead.
"Goodnight Ivy"

"Night Hannibal"