Monster In Your Bed

The Unveiling

The sound of pattering rain hit the roof top of the expensive Porsche cayenne. Minka's foot was stepping on the pedal as she sped down the highway on her way to Wolf Trap. 

She had to tell Will, she had to tell him of what her husband truly was. A week ago, Minka came home one evening. She had a glass of wine then went up to her bedroom so she could change & go to bed. Once she entered the room, she heard the shower running. She walked in the fog of the bathroom, but stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed Hannibal's blouse, cuffs covered in crimson red. 

Hannibal had his back turned in the shower, so he didn't see her walk in, but he smelled her which is something she didn't know. She walked backwards out the bathroom, softly shutting the door. Once she was out the bathroom, she heaved out a breath, hearing her own heart pound in her eardrums, why was there blood on his blouse? What did he do?

She walked over to the dresser taking out her pajamas, & laying them on the bed in front of her. Her hands trembled as she began unbuttoning her blouse, but then there was another hand moving her's, unbuttoning her blouse for her. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the devil breathe against her nape,& undoing the back zipper of her pencil skirt.

"You seem so tense, what seems to be the problem my love?" Hannibal asked, tilting his head slightly as he examined her trembling figure. He knew that she saw his bloodied clothes, but he pretended like nothing happened. He softly kissed her shoulder as he slid the blouse off her.

Minka realized it has been a few seconds without her speaking, & that Hannibal was waiting for an answer. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Hannibal was enjoying the fear building up in her.

"Nothing" She said shaking her head, her voice came out a lot more shaky than she intended for it to sound.

She grabbed the fabric of her skirt, slowly & warily sliding it down her thighs, letting drop to the floor. She almost tripped in her heels as she tried stepping out of it, but Hannibal placed his hands on her shoulders, stopping her.

"You are shaking like a leaf" Hannibal stated "Are you sure you are alright?"

She turned slowly to look at him, his eyes meeting her's. They were dark like a shark who had just smelled blood in water, sending a shiver down her spine.

"You could be running a fever" He said, then reached out his hand to place it on her forehead, but she stopped it midway.

"I-I'm fine Hannibal" She shook her head. Hannibal just rose a brow "Just tired, that's all" She tried to smiled, but Hannibal could see the fear in her eyes.

"As you wish" he said stepping back.

She stepped out of her heels, turning around to get into her pajamas as Hannibal got dressed. She climbed into bed, getting into the covers. The lights went off, & then she felt the mattress sink down by Hannibal's weight. She turned on her side, giving him her back.

"Goodnight my love" Hannibal said.

"Good night" She replied swallowing hard, gripping onto the covers like they were a life line, knuckles white as her heart raced scared of him. Her body tense, & rigid like a carcass.

Ever since that evening, Minka managed to make the connections. Hannibal fit the psychopathic description almost perfectly. Well dressed, well behaved, well educated, yet cold emotionally. He had impeccable culinary skills, & would always whip up a grand meaty feast almost the same time as The Ripper would strike. Not to mention his Surgical Skills, which was something The Ripper was known for making surgical cuts when he took out his victim's organs. Hannibal was an Artistic man as well, who appreciated the aesthetics & theatrically of things. The Ripper's victims were always placed in artistic ways, gory, yet still aesthetic in some way. She felt a bile rise in her throat when she realizes how many victims she consumed, & worst of all is that she may have consumed her best friend in one of those meals. The monster that had been spreading fear & panic through the citizens of Baltimore, herself included, wasn't hiding under her bed. He was sharing it with her, & that monster's name was Hannibal Lecter. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, having the bravado of a well civilized man when he was a ruthless killer. 

She heard a loud truck horn blow & saw a truck appearing out of nowhere, making her swerve her car to the side to avoid it, but the slick, rain covered surface of the highway ended up in her car slipping off the side of the road, everything going black.

A Few Months Later...

Will, Alana & Jack were invited to Hannibal's for dinner. They were all sitting around the dining table as Hannibal walked around them, serving them their plates, then finally put his in front of him, sitting at the head of the table.

"Confit De Canard" Hannibal said "A French dish of duck cooked in it's own fat"

"This looks fantastic" Alana Smiled,

"It smells fantastic too" Jack inhaled the waft of steam that rose from the plate.

"How is your wife doctor Lecter?" Jack asked as he cut into the duck "Did the doctors say anything?" Minka was now on life support, her brain dead. She was only alive on machines.

"They said there's a chance of her waking up, but it's not a big one. She is permanently in a comatose state" Hannibal replied, his tone cool like he was discussing the weather. He was certain she wasn't going to wake up any time soon, or at all, He made sure of it.

"I'm sorry about asking" Jack said, as he suddenly realized it was inappropriate to ask such a thing over dinner.

"Hopefully she'll be alright" Alana added, smiling warmly at Hannibal.

"Hopefully" He nodded "but let us not discuss this over dinner & enjoy it,bon appetite" He smiled raising his wine glass, all of them following suit & going back to dinner.