Who says the Ripper case can't cause love?

Chapter Four (TW: Self Harm)

Will quirks an eyebrow slightly at his description, but nods in approval. "Nice choice of trade," he says. After noticing Sara looking at him out of the corner of his eye, he turns to face her and offers a small, brief grin. Sara nodded, looking at Will and smiling back at him before, standing up. "May I be excused?" Hannibal raises a brow but nods anyway. "Of course." Sara walked away, closing the bathroom door, locking it. Sliding down the door, she unzipped her hoodie and pulled out a knife. "Soon..." Flicking the knife open, she cut herself a bit, hoping the smell of blood would attract Hannibal to act on his instincts. Hannibal sniffs a bit. Blood. He was being lured. His eyes shift to Will but he does not get up. It is unsafe to respond with him there. Will keeps his eyes down on his plate, eating his food quietly. Occasionally, he also sips at his wine. Sara smirked, cutting deeper into her skin, waiting for Hannibal to kick down the door at any moment. Part of her was scared that she would die, the other part, adrenaline rushing through her. Hannibal finishes rather quickly. When he does so, he takes his plate and tilts his head. "Will, I do believe I hear the phone ringing. Would you mind if I answered?" He glances at Hannibal, then shakes his head. "No, by all means," he says, then works on finishing up his own dinner. Hannibal slipped into the other room, before putting his dish in the sink and peaking his head into the hallway. He definitely smells blood. He stands in the kitchen for a moment or two before appearing in the room again. "Jack drove by your home and noticed one of your dog's got out, Will." Sara sat there, smirking, laughing manicly to herself, holding the wounds to her chest, her vision blurring. He raises an eyebrow slightly, then a look of concern crosses his face.
"Oh... I hope you don't mind if I run home, then," he says apologetically and rises to his feet. "Dinner was delicious. I can't thank you enough," he says to Hannibal as he grabs his coat and makes his way towards the door. "Of course, Will. Do call and tell me if your dog is alright." He throws on a smile. When he leaves Hannibal grabs a knife of his own and takes off his shoes. He would not be heard coming down the hallway. The bathroom door creeped open slowly, implying someone was on the other side trying to open it with care. Sara sat there on the floor, looking up at him with the last remaining ounce of energy she had, smirking. "I knew it. Blood is your weakness.." Hannibal is not in the doorway. In fact, the doorway is completely empty. "Where did he go..?" She questioned, wobbling out, blood dripping from her deep wounds. Hannibal looks around in the kitchen, where he had sprinted, and pushed over a pot to grab her attention. She darted to that direction, before collapsing on the floor, holding her wounds shut. "This might be it....I'm...dead.."