(18+) Hannigram Smut | Hannibal

L'ange de la Mort - Part 1

"L'ange de la Mort est toujours en fuite..." The television chimed.

Will sat lazily in an arm chair, Bella curled up comfortably in his lap. Hannibal sat in an identical one opposite to him, reading a newspaper.

"What'd the news say?" Will inquired eagerly.

"The Angel of... uh of Death is still at large." Hannibal stopped suddenly

"Wow, that's a much cooler name than 'The Chesapeak Ripper'.

Hannibal payed Will no attention, looking up from his paper and listening closer to the news broadcast on television.

"Hannibal? Is everything alright?"

Hannibal smirked slightly and Will saw a mischievous glint formed in his eyes.

"Yes, yes. I'm quite alright."

"Hannibal..."

"Will."

Hannibal turned to look at Will, whose arms were now folded over his chest. Hannibal franticly put the newspaper down and turned his whole body excitedly to face Will.

"Please?"

"No."

"Why not!?"

"Hannibal, we've been good since we got here. So good." Will started.

"Oh... I wouldn't say that" Hannibal cut in flirtatiously.

"You know what I mean. We can't risk getting caught."

"Me? Caught? There isn't a man alive that can catch The Chesapeak Ripper. Well-" Hannibal mentioned, "except for you darling."

"Darling? You're buttering me up."

"Oh please William, please!"

Will's arms fell to his sides as he let out a huge sigh, Bella jumped out of his lap and trotted off into the backyard.

"Fine... let's do this" He smirked

Luckily for Will and Hannibal, The Angel was a big fan and was pleasantly surprised to hear from the infamous Chesapeak Ripper and was eager to schedule a meeting. The Angel wanted to meet in the Versailles royal Gardens. Will wanted to join Hannibal, who agreed for him to come, but only if he remained at a distance. The meeting was set up during the night of the first blood moon in four years. As Will and Hannibal sat around the fountain waiting for the clock to strike midnight, the garden became draped in the bloodsoaked red moonlight. Will turned to Hannibal, who was gazing off into the gardens, particularly enthralled with a large rose bush. He smiled sweetly at him, feeling Will's eyes on him, Hannibal turned his head to face Will. The two stared at eachother for a minute.

"He should be here soon. You should go."

"I'll be close by."

"Just don't be seen, okay?"

"Alright."

Hannibal stood alone beside the fountain that stood in the middle of the gardens, carefully surveying his surroundings. He noticed a hooded figure at the far end of the gardens, slowly making their way up toward him. He stood up tall, straightening his waistcoat and waited patiently for the figure to approach him. As the figure neared, Hannibal was quite surprised at the mans small figure and stature. Could this man really be the one who killed all of these people, or was he just tricked into meeting with a cop? Hannibal swayed nervously as the figure stopped no less than 5 steps away from him.

The Angel unveiled their hood to reveal a young, quite pretty woman.

"I was expecting somone else."

"That's what keeps me from getting caught, the expectation."

The two stood still, staring at eachother silently for a moment before The Angel spoke again.

"So this is the famous Chesapeak Ripper? You know, I heard about you for the first time when I was around... twenty if I recall correctly. The scenes you left behind..." She trailed off. "Truly something to behold."

"Thanks you. I'm always delighted to meet a fan."

Hannibal felt a moment of doubt about this whole plan. This was a young woman, who expressed no interest in hurting him. Maybe he should just let her be, hope the Feds catch her. No, he couldn't, she'd seen his face. Hannibal's thought was cut off by The Angel.

"A fan? No, no, you have me mistaken. I never said they were good. Your peices left something to be desired, they lacked a certain elegance that all good artists possess."

She was rude. Hannibal's breif thought of mercy left his mind faster than it was going to take him to snap this poor girls neck.

Without hesitation he reached into his pant pocket, and brandished a small knife.

"Oh, did I hurt your feelings?"

Hannibal lept toward The Angel who agilely jumped to one side, circling The Ripper. She was quick, nimble, this would be a different challenge than Dolarhyde presented. The game of cat and mouse continued for a minute, Hannibal kept jumping at the woman who quickly slinked away. He could tell that she was trying to tire him out so she had an opportune time to attack.

Will watched the fight unfold from behind the rose bush that Hannibal had his eyes on before The Angel had arrived. He waiting for an opportune time to attack her from behind, while she was distracted by Hannibal. Will took out an identical blade to the one Hannibal was brandishing, the blade was engraved with the initials H.L, while Hannibal's was engraved with W.G.

Will crept up slowly behind the two, mid standoff. Hannibal's eyes met his briefly, instructing him that the plan was in motion. Will lept towards The Angel, whose eyes were locked on Hannibal. Shockingly, she jumped out of his way aswell, leaving Will stumbling down to the ground just infront of Hannibal, who quickly grabbed his arm and hoisted him up.

"What?" The Angel said, slyly. "You thought you were being sneaky?"

Hannibal and Will glanced at eachother for a moment and nodded slightly. She couldn't hold off both of them forever. The Angel took a hammer out from her hoodie's pocket and angled the blunt end to slightly reflect the deathly moon's shine onto the two men facing her.

"Let's play boys."