Dionaea Muscipula (xfem!reader)

(Ch.21) Ovum Vitae

L/n residence

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The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Y/N's room as she stirred awake. Stretching lazily, she yawned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Her mind slowly coming back to reality after a night filled with strange dreams and twisted nightmares.

As she sat up in bed, she couldn't shake the lingering feeling of unease that clung to her like a shadow, the spiders were in her skin again. The dreams had been particularly vivid last night. it was not of Freddy's doing, no.

She sat at dinner table, in a lavish home. Lecter told her to eat and she laughed. "What's the meat?" Beside her at the end of the table sat a Man with brown skin, wearing a suit. He had the smallest goatee, his name was Jack Crawford. She sensed he was important. "Yes, what am I about to put in my mouth? " Jack smiled as she looked down at her plate. "Rabbit" Hannibal said quickly. She perked up at this...

Rabbit...

"He should have hopped faster" Jack said just as quickly after, taking a bit of the food,

"Yes, he should have" Hannibal chuckled back as they toasted their food. She squinted down at her dish as images flow to her head. A man running in his flannel, falling to the forest floor after running from the wolf, the Wendigo. Meat is chopped in the hands of the cannibal near her. He chopped and sauted the organism he retrieved from his rabbit. The sound was clear. The pan grease: profound.

"When the fox hears the rabbit scream he comes a-runnin'... but not to help. When the rabbit claws back the fox shall hesitate and tell its friends of the day the Hare grew to bare its teeth, they shall tread lightly." She voiced out to them as she eats what she knew to be a man.

She felt damned in the face of God, but she knew he saw through to her heart. She was still his angel.

Hannibal chuckled as he payed attention to her words. "The hare fights back in your story, why?"

"The Warren" She answered sternly. "She protects her people, her young, she'd risk it all rather than run, she is not cowardly among the others. She bares her teeth at the face of the wolf."

He smiled and Jack seemed astonished by how well versed she was. Her perspective. "You know, I think you'd get along with an agent of mine" He said pointing his fork at her in thought.

"I assure she already has" Hannibal answered for her as she ate diligently, if you are speaking, you are not eating. And if you are then you're terribly rude to not finish your bite before speaking.

Chew.

Swallow.

Savor.

Repeat.

But Y/N was nothing if not resilient, and she refused to let it ruin her day. Pushing aside the lingering sense of dread, she swung her legs out of bed and made her way over to the window. Throwing open the window and it's curtains to let in the morning light cascade on her body