Hannibal | one shots stories

-*- Rescue Mission PT2 -*-

6 months after the Thorne's residence fire
Grace is the only person who knows what happened the night of Elizabeth's death, or murder.
Now, to find if the fire was an accident...
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POV: Grace Thorne

I fiddled with my sweater sleeve, that hid my ugly burn scar that ran up all my arm. I took in deep, shaky breaths while glancing around Jack's office. The atmosphere was so thick, even when alone. I felt sick, that's what I felt. I felt so anxious I was about to puke. I covered my face while counting sheep in my head but I suddenly felt a hand poke my arm. I slowly looked up, seeing Hannibal holding out a cup of water for me. Hannibal has been taking care of me for the past 6 months. It was my 19th birthday a few months ago, and I didn't tell him so he felt obliged to buy me something, but he found out my birthday himself and surprised me. I felt he's the only person that's properly been here for me. Will and I drifted once I left the hospital and Jack never cared about me in the first place, he cares about his case. I gave Hannibal a weak smile while taking the cup of water from him and once I took a sip, I felt refreshed so quickly.

"Oh god, since when was water so good?" I moaned to Hannibal, who was sitting beside me while I drank more water. I quickly drank the entire cup in that moment, so I placed the cup beside me and peered over at Hannibal, who was looking down at me.

"May I say this, but to know if the fire was accidental or planned will help you ease" Hannibal reminded me, while looking me up and down. I always felt so small around Hannibal, since he was so tall. He always eyes me up and down, to catch any slip-ups I may say. He is intimidating but not once you get to know him. Once you know him, he makes you pancakes in bed and reads you stories.

"If the fire was planned, Jack will make me or my family prime suspects" I replied back to Hannibal, shaking in my voice while I spoke to him. He put an arm around me and I just let my head sink into his trench coat, smelling his comforting aftershave while he stroked my hair.

"I shall not let that happen, ever" he promised me, cradling me in his arms.

-*- the investigation -*-

POV: Hannibal Lecter

Will's grip on the photos of the Remaining parts of the Thorne residence was intimidating. He held onto it so tight, so tight his fingers lost the colour to them. His hands shook, as well as his breathing while he imagined what could've happened. I slowly looked out the window, to see Grace sat on the floor in the corridor outside the room, zoning out while biting her finger nails. I understand why she's on edge, but I promised her no harm shall come to her or her family's name - I cannot let it happen. I am her only hope now, she depends on me like a puppy, and I like it. She relies on me and that gives me all the power I need - she's mine.

"There's nothing Jack... just screaming. A woman's scream, I can't move. I-I can't talk, I can't scream.. I can't see or hear, I am nothing..." Will whispered to Jack. Will sounded petrified, which only intrigued me.

"Will, wake up" Alana shook him awake and he quickly jolted backwards and frantically pushed all the photos off the table, causing Jack and I to jolt off our chairs. Alana whispered in Will's ear, in An attempt to keep him calm and Jack collected the photos off the floor. Meanwhile, I just stood there, observing everyone. I suddenly got a tingle up my arm and I slowly looked out the corridor to see Grace stood up, staring into the window and at me. The second I saw her face, I could feel her emotion. She felt scared.

-*- Hannibal's home -*-
POV: Grace Thorne

Hannibal and I were seated on his lovely couch in his living room. The warm, cozy fire was lit while Hannibal soothed my burn scar, which I found hideous. The scar felt so bumpy and uneven and it looked like a large dent that went all around my arm. I always avoided letting anyone see my scar, apart from Hannibal. In warm, sunny days, I wore a jumper. I often got laughed at for it, but I'd rather be humiliated for wearing a jumper than anyone see my ugly imperfection. Hannibal gently held under my arm to prop it up, so he could soothe my scar by applying lotion onto it. His silver hair fell in front of his face with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his veining arms and hands. I tucked a few strands of brunette hair behind my ear while he took care of my scar.

"About today, what did you see?" Hannibal asked me out the blue. I glanced away from my arm and up at him, to see him still staring down at my arm. There was a long moment of silence while I thought of the words to say.

"I saw Will have a panic attack, after imagining he was in my house..." I whispered to Hannibal.