Hannibal: Your Mine

Chapter 13: Killers

{ A dream is called A dream
For a reason }

Ivy's POV
I sat there, watching the Ballet. A smile appeared on my face as I turned to my company. Our eyes met as the performance continue. He wore a tuxedo that glimmered in the darkness. His hazel eyes locked with mine. His hand intertwined with my own. He whispered softly into my ear,
"I'm happy you made the right choice"
With his words, he was the first to stand. He clapped with glee. I followed. Soon many people began to clap. His hand found his way to my waist. He pulled me close and turned me. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips press on mine. I smiled as I opened my eyes. Hannibal's eyes were locked mine.....so was his lips...
My eyes widen as I am faced with my mirror.

"It was only a dream...." I whisper with both pain and delight. I whipped the cold sweat from my forehead. I searched for a glass of water but all I found was a glass of whiskey.
"Of course, last night.....Good night, good night" I said, quickly looking to make sure I wasn't at Hannibal's.....again. I stumble downstairs to get breakfast. I wasn't in the mood for anything.My mind was having a war with my heart. But, with that dream, the war ended and harmony reined.
"You made the right choice" lingered in my head. What choice did I have that was right? Loving Hannibal? That doesn't seem like the right choice. My phone began to buzz from my pocket
"Hello?"

"Ah, yes hello Ivy. It's Fredrick here"

"Chilton? What do you want?"

"It's not what I want it's what Will wants...He's requested an appointment with you"

"Why do you say requested?"

"You're very tricky to convince to come to these sort of things"

"When did he ask to see me?"

"In 2 days time, I have an opening at 2 o'clock"

"Ok, I'm free I'll go"
I quickly hung up, not wanting to hear that awful man. I never liked Chilton, he was always...Looking for something. It seemed like I was very popular that day, with another phone call straight after.
"Yello?"

"Ivy, we have another body. Your late! So get your ass down here now!" He screamed, before hanging up. I keep forgetting, I actually have a job now. I threw on my old FBI hoodie and ran.

On my arrival, everyone seemed to stare. I was here to replace Will and everyone knew. Some new members were looking at me for guidance but I let them suffer. The man sat there, lying there, dead and empty. Jimmy was yapping on about a Religious killer, but I knew better.
"Jimmy, you've got it all wrong. It not Religion...Its pain"

"Pain?"

"Yeah, check his white blood cell count"

"What ever you say"
Nobody ever believes me anymore. After I was put out of work, by Him nobody ever sees things in my light. They all thought I was dead or Crazy. Both were valid answers. Everyone claimed I was crazy after my denial that the Ripper did not shoot and dead cause nobody had heard from me, ever.
I heard light whispers of my story travel around the room. I began to feel so small, and helpless. They all knew my story, they all judged me. I felt a hand rest on my shoulder.
"You are very intelligent, Miss Lane" said Hannibal with a smile. I didn't want to say this but, Hannibal actually saved me.
"Why thank you, Dr. Lector"

"Would you care to come with me?"

"Of course" I said linking my arm, leading me away from the chaos. When we were at a safe distance, I thanked him.
"Thank you! I owe you one"

"Well you may answer one of my questions"

"Ask away"

"Who shot you?"
These words made my face lose all colour.
"The Cheasapeak Ripper"

"You're lying"

"In all honesty, I don't know...."

"I don't think it was the Ripper"

"At least someone agrees with me" Although I still had a hate for that man, I kissed him on the cheek. I walk away with a stupid grim in my face. Only Dr.Bloom say what happened and had heard of our night out. Her eye dug into my soul. She was out to get me, and I knew it.
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