Dionaea Muscipula (xfem!reader)

(Ch.9) Oculus

Hannibal's office

Hannibal's POV:

It's hard to understand...I don't understand it very much...I'm not much of a skeptic on fate but if possible, why would God, if he exists send these dreams to me....it happened more than once... Perhaps Will might have an idea, I could get him to talk to her.. See if he senses anything odd.

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"So you're worried about some girl?" Will Graham said as he examines the photo of the girl, and looks at Hannibal briefly, as he makes his way to the second story of his office.

Will made no note as to how Hannibal would have gotten it, having his new "job." The girl seemed to have a stronger build than most high school girls.

He examened further staring into the eyes of the picture, he had an odd feeling about her, she was disturbed definitely, the look in her eyes said it all, they reminded him all of his own, masking the impending anxiety and miserability that came with his work. He trusted that was the reason Hannibal wants to look into her.

"I'm afraid she might be a threat. Either a wonderful and strong ally, or a hearty threat." Hannibal said as he looked at a book on the second story of his office.

He looked over the railing at Will to see him studying the picture harshly, like he was stuck in a haze, before he shook his head from the trance.

"Do you have any aspirin?" Will asked nervously he looked like he was starting to sweat. He couldn't figure it out based of a picture alone, no, he only could have clues. What does she have to do with the GhostFace killings....a pretty face wouldn't be the only thing that would make her a target, no. They aren't killing people that look like her.

"Of course. You see I'm not one to know much about dreams, but you have a wild imagination-"

"yes, yes I am aware" Will interupted quickly.

"W-why do you see her as a threat? Wait...You're having dreams about this girl? What kind? Like is she killing people? That's going to be a problem."

Will rushed as he took the photo and put it in his pocket. "How old is she exactly?" He asked in question.

"19, I believe, is going on 20. Do not worry, I do not have night Terrors of the young lady. " Hannibal said from the railing, leaning against it, as Will turned to look up at him.

"You never answered my question.." Will eyed him.

Hannibal's Pov:

"Unusual ones I wouldn't normally indulge in. " I answered casually as I looked down at him. I'm afraid I can't disclose what kind of dreams.

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__flashback__

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The (h/c) young woman jogged up to the me without a care in the world "Hello, sir. Is everything alright?"  She said, slightly panting. Something about this woman pulled me towards her. She was fresh meat. A challenging rabbit. A hare with strong legs and stronger wit. She plays coy to escape the teeth of the wolf. I stared at her for a moment, wondering what in the right mind she was doing talking to me, the wolf, which she knows of now as she states into my eyes, that she is the meat. 'Does she know something I don't? No, she can't be that smart and all the same ignorant, she avoids it? Tries to see past it? Tried to see a person for more than their actions but rather their mind. Her eyes are caring for the wolf, the rabbit sacrifices itself for the Warren. Fine china with many cracks glued together and molded into...exceptional beauty inside and out. I could mess with her' I thought to myself....