Nathaniel has always been a killer. It was taught and learn from when he was a baby. Being born in a training home for scientist, he was a perfect specimen as well as a would be hitman for the dark organization. He was sent on his first mission when...
I smiled as my little kitten took the first bite of the lovely 'duck' meat. It was quite hard trying to prepare the perfect meat for the meal but it seemed worth the effort. We enjoyed our meal in peace until I brought in the dessert. Lemon posset with a creme brulee top.
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"I heard that you have a new detective working with your team on the case."
"How did you know that?" Nathaniel asked, his spoon stopped near his mouth. "Special agent, Jack Crawford had asked for my help with him. What was his name......" Nathaniel answered Will Graham. "Yes, Will Graham. I heard you are close to him."
"Well, we're childhood friends. We've been closed until middle school because of my family moving to Berlin for my father's company. I met him again a few days ago and I'm glad that he still remembers me. Will was very...." My mind began to wonder what meal I should prepare with Will Graham. His eyes brighten so much about my new patient, that I feel inadequate and may I say, jealous.
"Maybe, you can help him out with his..... Talent. Will's a great guy and I'd love it if he could stay calm and on the ground while he's doing his thing." Nathaniel continues to eat his dessert. A tiny bit of the posset got onto his lips and him licking his lips makes me aroused even more.
Stop this, Hannibal. You are a fine gentleman, not some kind of delinquent. Behave yourself. I crossed my leg in an attempt to soothe the arousal so as not to scare him. Unfortunately, we finished our meal too soon for my liking. "It seems our dinner is over. How about a glass of wine before we wrap it up? I do so wish to know more about my.... Patient."
The little kitten gladly accepted. "Could I come with you?" I readily agreed to it. It felt nice to see my little kitten gazing at me as I opened the wine bottle and poured us both a glass of red wine. "Thank you." A drop of wine spilled out and I quickly rubbed it off with my thumb and licked it off my finger.
His face turned red, like blood. My most favourite colour and a colour I wish to see him in. Covered head to toe in blood as I ravished him on the bed..... "T-thank you. Um, when will you be meeting Will? I can show you around." "Tomorrow morning. I'll be meeting him with detective Crawford, undercover so to say."
We finished our glass soon after. "It's getting late now. I'm going to need all the sleep I can get to solve this mysterious disappearance. Se you tomorrow." I said my goodbye and he soon left. The kitchen felt cold and empty without my little kitten. I hope this will not be our last dinner. Continue to entertain me, will you darling?
Nathan's POV
I sprinted back to my house and made sure to not slam my door as I closed it. My feet were jello at this point. "This has got to be the most nerve-wracking dinner ever. Even having dinner with a known serial killer was less stressful." I slowly took off my shoe and coat, making sure to store it correctly.
I took a shower and ate my favourite ice cream to cleanse my pallette. I feel like I can still taste the meat. I finished the one tub of cookies and cream before going to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I was a mess. Great, I had a nightmare. This time, I was in Hannibal's house, sitting at the dining table. I felt his hand rear on my shoulder and in front of me was the baked dead body of Abigail's father. Last thing I hear before waking up is "bon appetite, my love."
I pulled the covers away and continued my daily morning routine. When I stepped of the house, though, somebody was waiting for me. "Hannibal, what are you doing here?" I asked. He was leaning against my car, a lunchbox in hand. "I brought you a packed lunch as thanks for yesterday and today. It's good to know more about my patient in different perspectives."
He handed me the food and I carefully took it without making a sudden gesture of disgust and horror. I just had a nightmare last night about dinner and now, this? "Thank you Hannibal. Would you like me to drive you there?" Please say no. Please say no Please say no. Please. Please. Please. Please!!!
"It's alright, Nathaniel. I have to pick something up from my office first before going to the station. I'll see you there." He soon left to his car and I got into mine and left at a reasonable yet full speed to the station.
Oh god, please make this day better for your assassin.
