Losing You Terrifies Me

Sneak Peak of Sequel

"You both complement each other beautifully," Hannibal added. "Like a-"

"Tea set," Walter finished with a nod. "Am I the teacup or the saucer?"

"Tea cup," Hannibal stated. "The saucer may support you, but you hold everything inside of you. Morgan is your saucer. He will stabilize you, but you are the one everything must fall on. It is only natural that you are the responsible one."

***

"You remember my husband," Will said.

Hannibal stretched out his hand and kept his face fairly blank when Oliver spoke. "Yes, the woman in the relationship." Oliver wore a smile as he shook Hannibal's hand, but Hannibal didn't find the jest very funny. Quite the opposite actually.

"I'm afraid that would be me," Will interrupted quickly to pull Oliver's attention from Hannibal. Hannibal pulled his hand free and wiped it on his pants nonchalantly.

"Please," Oliver said with a laugh. "You hunt and fish, fix boats and cars and he stays home with the children and takes care of the house. I think he knows his place."

"Should I assume you mean the kitchen?" Hannibal asked, the question innocent enough.

"That's where all good housewives stay."

***

"I..." Walter closed his eyes with a deep breath. "I need Hannibal Lecter for this conversation." Walter's eyes opened once more and Hannibal lifted his chin curiously, something cool and collected covering his features. "Please, don't be my father. Don't be my therapist. Please be Hannibal the Cannibal. Please."

***

"You know," he said, causing the man to freeze and slowly turn around. Morgan stepped a little closer and reached out, taking the sunglasses from the taller man's nose. "You would be able to see those better without these." Sea bottle green met Morgan and he couldn't help but stare at the delicateness of glass in that gaze.

***

I want to see him once without restraints. You can have as many guards there as you would like. But I want an hour without restrictions. After the hour I will let you take me into full custody. But only after the hour is up.

***

"Do. You. Understand?" Morgan asked once more, irritation slipping into his words as his eyes went dark. Paul gave a nod and Morgan released his grip on Paul's hair. "Get out."

***

"Will that stop me from dying?" she asked, voice steadier than she thought it would be as she stared at the beast in front of her.

Will hummed for a moment as if in deep contemplation, before he stopped his pacing and faced her. "No," Will answered, stepping closer. He had a funny little grin playing across his lips that she couldn't quite place, but it sent a deeply unpleasant shiver through her. "Oh, no, no, no." There was a laugh. "That won't stop you from dying, but I promise it won't be as gruesome of a death if you participate and help us out. I can be quite persuasive."

***

"Will you ever let me see you?" he asked as he paced the ornate study, a letter opener in his hand. He glanced over the miniature version of Excalibur and his fingers trailed over the cross in the hilt. There wasn't an answer from behind the room divider and he wandered over to the large cloth wall that had been put up. He looked over the shadow that was always sat in the same place, a man in a wheelchair. "Dr. Chilton, I can promise that I have seen much worse than you."

***

"Good. Then you should be able to remember the rules," his voice, though all that was heard was that strange computer tone, seemed like it would be degrading in some way if the man were actually able to speak. "Do not touch the glass. Do not approach the glass. You pass her nothing but soft paper. No pencils or pens. No staples or paper clips in her paper. Use the sliding food carrier. No exceptions. If she attempts to pass you anything, do not accept it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I understand, sir."

***

When the cell was reached it opened up into a lovely little room with glass walls instead of bars like the other cells had. It almost didn't look like a mental hospital room. There was grace and poise to it. Something lovely and rich, almost as if it had come from the very heart of Europe. Only the finest wine and cheeses were ever permitted behind the walls of glass.

Standing quietly in the exact center of the cell, supported with crutches, was a stunning woman. Her hazel eyes, which leaned a little more blue, sparkled under blond lashes and her golden blonde hair looked healthy, though it sat straight down her back and there was a sneaking suspicion that it had once upon a time been wonderfully curled. She had a chin that looked like it had been cut out of marble, her skin so long out of the sun it looked leached of all color. She fit with the room, somehow, the room of dark rocks, newspaper clippings and ripped pages out of books. They felt the same. Cool. Posh. Luxurious. Mad.

"May I speak with you?"

"You're one of Jack Crawford's, aren't you?" she questioned without a second thought, her voice monotone and slow as if she were trying to savor each and every syllable that poured from her lips that should have been a bright red rather than a natural pink.

"I am, yes, ma'am."

"May I see your credentials?" Distrust laced her voice.

"Certainly." An ID was pulled from a pocket and held out towards the glass. The woman turned her head to look over it curiously.

"Closer, please," she beckoned. The ID was held out further. "Closer." A few steps were taken towards the glass, but no closer than what had been explained earlier. Her eyes lingered on the agent for a moment or two longer before they finally flickered down to the ID, reading over it carefully. A smile came to lift the corner of her lips, though it didn't seem like it performed the task very often. "This expires soon. You're not real FBI, are you?"

"I'm still in training at the academy." The ID was hurriedly pulled away and stuffed back into its home pocket and once more hazel started.

Her smile dropped momentarily before her eyes lit up at the prospect. "Jack Crawford sent a trainee to me?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm a student. I'm here to learn from you. Maybe you can decide for yourself whether or not I'm qualified enough to do that."

She hummed at the challenge. 

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UPDATE:

Hello!

I just wanted to give everyone an update. I have been working on the sequel to this story before the first one was even finished. I have the whole plot planned out and just need to write it.

Unfortunately my beta and I had a falling out and they have blocked me on all social media and all ways to contact them after having deleted and removed documents containing writing for the sequel on Google Docs. I have tried everything I can to reach out to them, but they won't speak to me and I can't get these documents back.

There are several hundred pages missing that I need to rewrite and it has pretty much taken the wind out of my sails. It has been on my mind so much so that I can't even relax and enjoy an amazing trip I am currently on.
Right now I am currently driving through Florence, Italy and into Milan. Beautiful country and it's so amazing to see everything that I've been writing about for the sequel.

So please be patient with me while I try to get everything reorganized and try to rewrite a lot of my things.

Thank you all for the support. Please do not send my beta hate. I really do still think of them as a friend and wish we could have ended on better terms. I just thought you all needed an update as to what has been going on.

I hope you're all having a wonderful summer and I am now working with some new lovely people on getting the first few chapters ready to post hopefully soon. Again, currently traveling through Italy, so I'm a bit of a ways away from home and my computer.

All my love and until my next post, happy reading!