It felt like a typical winter season according to Hannibal Lecter. In Maryland, there was the snow that came to cake the state with white. Once fall came around, Hannibal began preparing for the cold season. It got chilly quick, so he was always prepared with a coat, scarf and even a warm hat. If there was one word that couldn't be used to describe Hannibal it would be unprepared.
His former colleague and friend, Alana Bloom, teased him for being tidy twenty-four seven. She admitted that she's been guilty of forgetting her phone or even walking out of the house with her slippers still on her feet. Hannibal simply chuckled at her responses and let her joke all she liked. He enjoyed her company very much.
If someone were to simply meet Hannibal, they wouldn't suspect anything odd about him. A former colleague of his, Bedelia du Maurier, mentioned it was his “person suit" that he presented for the world.
Hannibal was all about mannerism and etiquette. He was a charming gentleman that could lure any man or woman to his bed if he liked. Of course, Hannibal wasn't that type of person. It was crystal clear that he was a dominant man who knew what he wanted and went for it. He was also known for having a clever way of simply telling people to “screw off" without saying such vulgar words.
However, Hannibal was the opposite of what people saw him as. He didn't mind since it was nature and how things were. He was a monster that you would only hear about in myths and legends. A wendigo, a creature that feasted on human flesh, was Hannibal's true nature. And oh, he hid it so well.
There were rules Hannibal established long ago when it came to picking a meal. He never feasted upon the elderly or children. There were other wendigos out there who would differ, but Hannibal paled at the death of a child. This comes from his own experience as losing his sister, Mischa, when they were both young.
Hannibal also only fed on the rude or those he believed wronged him. No living human was aware of his true nature. Although he doubted anyone would believe this individual, Hannibal didn't need his crimes catching up to him. I mean, he did keep some meat in the fridge for the next meal. The police would find evidence to put him behind bars or in an asylum. No thank you, Hannibal would pass.
“Margot and I want to invite you to dinner this Friday," said Alana as the two friends were catching up at a nearby coffee shop. Hannibal enjoyed the tranquility from the less known coffeehouses. He despised the loudness of Starbucks - it was quite an annoyance.
Hannibal grinned. “I suppose I should hear about a certain wedding to come?" Hannibal surmised the two women would marry soon since they've been together for two years now.
The wendigo could recall the change in Alana's attitude. She seemed happier if not more energetic. The headstrong woman seemed to skip rather than walk. Evidently, there was a fortunate change in Alana's life. All it took was for Hannibal to ask, “Who's the lucky person?" when she began babbling about Margot Verger.
Hannibal was acquainted with Margot, who had a not so happy past. Her brother, Mason, tortured her in many ways that she was searching for an escape. Margot was still living with Mason when she met Alana. Alana begged Margot to tell the cops, but the woman insisted that Mason would still find a way to get her.
Seeing that this affected Alana's happiness which happened to be Margot, Hannibal took matters into his own hands. The next morning, Muskrat Farm was a crime scene. All of Mason's henchmen were slaughtered to the point where they were unrecognizable. Mason was found dead in his eel pool with the bottom half of his face missing, thanks to Hannibal who was feeling hungry.
Hannibal even left a little gift for Margot. He overheard the woman mentioning that if she would get pregnant, her family's money would go to her. Unfortunately, Mason cruelly sterilized Margot without consent. Before ending Mason's life, Hannibal used a cattle prod to eject sperm from the man. He left some in a jar for Margot.
Of course, this wasn't news to him, but Alana shared the whole thing to him. He learned that Margot had Mason's sperm frozen and that it would come to use later. The two women were committed to each other already, but they wanted more time together. Having a child didn't bother them, they just wanted more time as a couple. Hannibal was happy he could help without them knowing that he had a role in their happiness.
“That event will probably come up somewhere in the conversation," said Alana with a sly smirk. Hannibal caught this. She was hiding something.
Hannibal sighed heavily. “I can only imagine what lecture you'll befall onto me this time around, Alana."
Alana feigned hurt as she gasped and placed a hand over her chest theatrically. “Now, why do you think I'd prepare a pep talk? I can't spend time with my good friend?"
“Your good friend who happens to be single, might I add." Hannibal knew where this was going once, he saw Alana's pout. “I told you, Alana, dating isn't my cup of tea."
Alana glared at him. “Your cup of tea is staying home playing your theremin or harpsichord. Or throwing lavish dinner parties!"
Hannibal lifted his teacup to his lips. “My, my, I must be a criminal for enjoying myself as I wish?"
“I just want you to be happy, Hannibal, that's all. Trust me, I know what it's like not…having someone. I went a long time without dating. When I finally began, I met Margot." Alana enlightened her friend animatedly.
Hannibal raised an eyebrow. “You weren't on a date with Margot though."
Alana placed a hand over the bridge of her nose. “Well, my date didn't show up, okay? That's not my fault. Margot just happened to be the beautiful woman at the bar who sat down across from me."
“Fate." Hannibal muttered, earning a loud groan from his friend. “When my true mate comes, I'll know."
Alana burst into laughter. “Your mate? Hannibal, that sounds absurd."
“It's no different than the term soulmate or beloved." Hannibal expressed firmly. Alana leaned close, listening intently. “When things are supposed to happen, they happen. Apparently, that night your date didn't arrive, your true mate made her special appearance. Fate."
Alana rolled her eyes. “I suppose you have a point." She brought her own cup of coffee to her mouth and took a long sip. She had a busy schedule today. “I'm going to be talking to Dr. Gideon again."
Hannibal didn't tense upon hearing of murderers. One could easily call himself one. It was hearing about those who defiled the innocent that made him shudder. The mortal men locked up in prison or in mental institutions didn't scare him like they scared others. Even if he were a human, Hannibal would know that other humans couldn't terrify him in the slightest.
“That's something to prepare for," he replied while eyeballing the coffee Alana nursed. She would need it.
Alana distractedly looked away from her friend. “I wish I could stay with Margot all day."
Hannibal chuckled. “She has rights over Mason's sperm therefore having rights over her family's money."
“She...she um, asked if I would carry the baby," she announced out of the blue. The nice thing was that the coffeeshop was lulling and quiet before Alana spoke.
Hannibal wished to congratulate her but realized there was something off. “Have you changed your mind about children?"
“No...they're great, I think," said Alana unconfidently. She wrapped her gloved hands around her cup. “I'm just...I'm just taking time to adjust to the idea of it."
“You'll be a mother, Alana." Hannibal warned her with a small smirk. He added, “and so will Margot."
Alana scoffed. “Yeah, we will."
“She's not pressuring you on the matter, right?" Hannibal would hope not. It would be rude of Margot.
“No, never. Margot is amazing. She's been quite understanding...she didn't freak out when I told her I needed a moment to think about this." Alana smiled as she mentioned Margot.
Hannibal pursed his lips. “It's been two years, Alana. I think she's ready to spend the rest of her life with you. You two apparently will be marrying within time. She asked you to carry the child, but she's not timing you."
Alana smiled appreciatively at him. “You're really good at this counseling thing, Hannibal."
Hannibal wouldn't be comfortable with marriage counseling, he decided long ago. “I'm a psychiatrist, Alana, not a counselor. I'm helping a friend in need of assistance, that's all."
“Well, you're an amazing friend, I assure you of that." If only she knew, Hannibal thought.
~ Hannigram ~
Deep in a forest he once knew, Hannibal sensed something. It was soothing being in this forest near his home, the Castle Lecter. It was in that forest where he would run in and play with Mischa for long hours of the day. They were beautiful memories of Mischa's laughter and the sight of innocence and purity roaming in the forest.
Whether or not this something nearing him was innocent or pure, Hannibal was intrigued. He realized he was in his humanoid wendigo form with black painted all over his body and large, sharp antlers placed upon his head. He stepped further into the forest - he wanted to unravel whatever gift this dream was bestowing upon him.
It took a mere second to realize it was someone , not something. Hannibal stopped in his tracks as he patiently waited for this person to be feet away from him. He heard rustling in the bushes and a particular scent only wendigos would be able to detect and possess.
Omega.
Hannibal's eyes widened for that moment. Omegas were so rare nowadays. His mother, Simonetta, had been one and Mischa was too young at the time to determine what she was. His parents explained that omega wendigos were becoming rarer as time passed. The reason simply being they weren't able to defend themselves. Omegas usually relied on their alpha mates to protect them.
It was interesting to know that there was one in his dream.
Hannibal took one step forward and that's when his gift came. Standing about ten feet away from him was the most beautiful creature Hannibal has ever set eyes on. All wendigos also had their Ravenstag forms in which this omega had taken their form before Hannibal. Within seconds, there were flashes in his sight.
Blue eyes. Dark curly hair. Fair skin.
“This is my design," a male's voice was heard in his head. The words kept repeating until it was all Hannibal could hear. It was quite an enchanting voice one could never forget.
Those cerulean eyes with a secret like Hannibal's was the last thing he saw before he woke up.
Hannibal opened his eyes as he lied there in his bed, having awoken from his dream. He could admit it was a beautiful one indeed. The only time he saw people in his dreams was if they were those who've passed already whether it was of his parents, his Uncle Robert and his aunt Lady Murasaki, Mischa…
He never dreamy of the lives he's taken. It was food so it wasn't the same. Hannibal would remember if he's taken the life of the beautiful male he saw in his dream. So, in conclusion, Hannibal dreamt of a stranger. This stranger happened to be an omega wendigo.
My mate, Hannibal thought with relief.
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The Other One | Hannigram |
FanficWill Graham moves to Baltimore, Maryland with his five year old Abigail. Hannibal Lecter is a psychiatrist that works in Baltimore. The three share a secret - they're wendigos. When they meet, they both are intrigued with each other. Unbeknownst to...