Who says the Ripper case can't cause love?

Chapter Five

Hannibal stood over her now. He tsked. "I hope you kept the blood off my floor. I don't want to clean it." He takes the knife from her weak hand. "Well, I can't guarantee...I'm loosing a lot of blood..." She whimpered, staring up at Hannibal, seeing the knife. "And who's fault is that, hm?" Hannibal asks her, and kneels down. "I must say, no one has ever been so confident in trying to kill me." She blushed, her eyes dilating, heart racing. "Your not getting any information until I'm stitched up." Hannibal smirks and pours himself a glass of wine. "What would I need from you? I have a better source." He shakes his head as he sips his wine. "No, I think I'll watch you bleed out." She stood up, glaring. "I'm not going to bleed out. I'm going to call Will and tell him!" "That you cut yourself? Be my guest." He sips his wine. She stood up, the bleeding had stopped, due to her compressing the wound. "No, that you came to blood. Your the ripper, aren't you?" "I came to the blood because I feared you were injured." He tells her. "Was I to leave you to die?" She blushed, standing up, almost falling over. "Maybe..." Hannibal tilts his head. "Would you like to die?" "Maybe...why would I tell you!!" She yelled, staring. Hannibal shrugs. "Because you tried to kill yourself in my house?" After a hesitation, he offers the knife. "There are simpler ways." "And you would just let me..?" Sara stared at him, taking the knife. "If that is what you want? Who am I to dent your wishes?" He takes a sip of his wine.