The Chesapeake and the Baltimore ripper | Runaways

The dinner party

I placed the baby monitor on the nightstand to see my daughter - Mischa - laid fast asleep. I loved this life I had. I had everything I dreamed of, I was a mother of a great child and I was with a man who loved us all back. I never had to work because of my fortune. Although Hannibal was also wealthy, he still worked as a psychiatrist and his most interesting client was a man called Grutas. I had no sympathy for the man, he sounded horrible and cruel. Hannibal slithered his arm around my waist, snapping me out of my thoughts - and pulled me onto the bed with him. I giggled as I rolled over to face him, wrapping a leg around him and pulling him closer to me. I got a good look at his face, making me smile, he was just perfect in my eyes. He brushed some hair out of my face and I snuggled close to him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I could hear his heart beat and I always ached for moments like this, they made me feel whole.
"How was your parents this evening?" Hannibal asked me, since I took Mischa and my parents out for a meal.
"They were happy. Arthur also came by today" I informed him. He slowly stroked my back and I felt so calm in his arms, he made me feel safe.
"What for?" He questioned.
"He wants to propose to Megan... it's a secret so we keep it between ourselves" I smirked. Hannibal lightly chuckled, making his chest raise up and down. He planted a kiss on my head, making me look up and he put his hand under my jawline and brought me in for a loving kiss.

I got strapped into a moveable chair and some people began wiping the blood away from my face and I showed no retaliation, I was too tired. I was in pain, mentally and physically... Henry is gone, I just got him back. The Lars is estate is no more.. my childhood and my legacy burnt to the ground right in front of me. Hannibal is all I have left and he's here to die, with me. They dressed me up in this tall, dark, elegant dress that showed off my cleavage and had one of my legs on show. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror to see my cleaned face and I wasn't proud of how I looked... the slash on my face had scabbed up and it made the scar on my eyebrow look invisible. Then, I was pushed out the room.

I got pushed through the door into an elegant dining room. There was candles lit and a large table that held loads of glorious looking food, almost making me drool. I got put at the end of the table and I was the only one at the table, I tried to lift up my arm but I was strapped down tight. Then, I heard some wheels screech and Hannibal got pushed into the room. He wore a nice suit and his face was also cleaned up. We stared at each other and I was so relieved to see he was alright, it was like a Boulder was pushed off my back, and he got put beside me, to my right. He seemed to have eased once he saw me. He had many scratches at his face and I took a long look at them.
"Are you well?" He whispered to me. I nodded my head and viewed the room again.

Another set of wheels screeched and there was Will. My eyes widened slightly and he kept his eyes locked on me. He was placed on the left side of me and I felt shame. The last time we saw each other was when I threatened to kill him for the sake oh Hannibal - and I killed Martin that day.
"Will, I-" I tried to say but someone's cane hit the floor loudly three times. We all turned to see Alana, Margot and Alana announcing themselves. They all had straight faces with their hands in front of themselves. Mason sat down at the head of the table with the two women sat down beside him.
"Family and friends, we are brought together to make our three true friends their last meal... their best meal" Mason smiled. I growled under my breath while Margot stared at Will sympathetically and Alana stared at Hannibal sympathetically.
"There's been a change of plan! Will's face can be put to use, Hannibal can be flavoured, for the pigs while Grace... could be put to other terms" Mason stared me up and down slowly, making me unnerved. I looked over at Hannibal for comfort but he was eyeing Mason up and down, while Will stared at his plate. I analysed Hannibal's face to see the subtle anger in it and even some fear but I was snapped out of it by someone's harmonising voice.
"That's rich.." Will grumbled under his breath.
"Let's eat shall we" Mason clapped his hands and then waiters filled the room, with more plates of food. Hannibal was served acorns, oysters and other nuts. Will got served a T-bone steak with salad and such, then I was given the chicken salad. I looked at the other side of the table to see their meals looked beyond luxurious and Mason got plenty of salmon and fish eggs.

A waiter brought some of Hannibal's food to his mouth - using a fork - and he let him feed him but he didn't seem pleased with the taste. Will refused the food and then a waiter came behind me and tried to force feed me. He managed to get it in my mouth - after a struggle - but I spat it back out, onto the floor. Margot covered her face with her hands while Alana stared at me in disbelief. Hannibal smirked to me as he slowly chewed and Will gave a smug look to Mason. However, Mason found it amusing.
"Oh no no no, Grace" He hurried off his chair and walked around the table. He stopped behind Hannibal, putting his sickly hands on Hannibal's  shoulders. Hannibal raised an eyebrow at his gesture and I had the same response as Hannibal.
"That's rude, Grace. Doctor Lecter knows a thing or two about that" Mason joked, but nobody laughed. I slowly chewed the inside of my cheek and Will adds something onto what Mason said.
"Then you know that you're digging yourself a bigger hole" Will said proudly. I let my smile break through and I caught Will's eyes but he quickly broke our contact.
"I don't have to worry, things always go my way mr. Graham" teased Mason, but Hannibal decided to join the party.
"The very same applies to Grace and I. We are quite crafty together" Hannibal spoke loudly and so Alana dropped her fork on her plate, making a loud clash.
"Let's eat, shall we?" Alana asked us all impatiently.
"I'd rather die" I sarcastically smiled to Alana and she grumbled under her breath.
"Oh Grace, you must drop that sweet attitude of yours" Mason smirked as he slowly walked over to
Me. He put his god-awful hands on my shoulders and gripped slightly, making my skin crawl.
"Mason-" Hannibal tried to say but Mason spoke over.
"Doctor Lecter used to be my therapist, and I knew he didn't like me... but he had to" Mason leaned over my shoulder and I glared at his cheeks but decided to contain myself, biting my lips together from preventing sinking my teeth into them. He picked up some chicken off my plate using his bare hands. He used his other hand and held it under my jawline.
"Will's and I's first encounter he held a gun to my head as he dangled me over my pigs. Not pleasuring" he grumbled as he slowly raised his hands to my cheek and began to tighten on my jaw. I tried to fight back but he was in a far better position that I was.
"Mason-" Margot said, sounding startled, especially after she stood up off her chair in a hurry - even Alana did so. They were not worried for me, they were worried for Mason - Alana knows a thing or two about what I can do. Will tried to wiggle himself free from the chair and I attempted to stay very Calm, even when Hannibal's eyes - on Mason - startled me.
"Sweet sister! Sit down" Mason snarled. She hesitantly obeyed. He managed to open my mouth and he stuffed the food into my mouth but I sunk my teeth into his finger. He screamed in agony as he tried to free himself. Will stared in confusion while Hannibal smirked to himself. Alana stared in shock and Margot didn't even entirely react, she just stared emotionlessly. Finally, Mason freed himself with some help of one of his workers. I felt his blood leak down my chin while he did his screams behind me.
"Now I see why you do what you do Hannibal" I spoke to him. Margot jumped off her seat to check on her brother, as he kept shouting in pain. His painful screams turned into laughter.
"Oh my..." Mason chuckled, and everyone's eyes had worry in them. I turned my head around to see Margot glancing between Mason and I, shocked and confused. Mason had a crazed face on as he showed me his bleeding, shaking hand. I did some real damage on it.
"Oops..." I said sarcastically.
"Hmm.. you like it, huh?" He grabbed my face and smeared his blood on me. I didn't feel disgust, I felt hate.
"Mason! That is quite enough!" Hannibal shouted. He shoved away my face and I caught Margot's sympathetic look, staring right at me. I grunted to myself then Mason grabbed a napkin then was escorted out the room. Everyone waited silently then the door shut.
"I don't know if you see this Grace, and I don't care if you don't, but Margot and I are trying to save those who deserve being saved. If you're going around, chomping Everyone..." Alana snapped to me, giving me evil eyes and gripping on her cane. I raised one eyebrow at her then a door creaked open and slammed shut. A bald man, dressed up as a chef walked in and he seemed quite friendly. He gave the table a warm smile and he showed me some wipes.
"This is Cordell..." Margot said to us all slowly.
"Hello" Cordell gave us a slight wave and he showed off his gloves, making me giggle slightly.
"Good evening, Cordell" Hannibal replied with. However, Will and I stayed silent. I glanced over at Will again to see him staring back at me. There was so much I wanted to say to him, but I couldn't...
"I see we had an incident... not to worry" Cordell walked around us all and he slowly wiped the blood off my face using a wipe, as I stared at his gloves.
"I trust you enjoyed your meal, Dr. Lecter?" Cordell asked politely.
"It was be rude to lie..." Hannibal responded back, hoping for no humour. Cordell chuckled and I noticed Alana staring down at me, probably the most scariest stare she's given me yet. I gave her a playful growl, startling Cordell a little. Alana looked down at the floor and Hannibal gave me lustfull eyes.