Product of a Murder

Silent Hello

 He loved the smell of blood, it had a specific smell that clung to the nostrils. Believe it or not everyone's blood had a specific smell. Hers happened to be sweet, and he couldnt help but think of it as he cleaned his knife. Hers was a certain kind of sweetness that was rare to come by, he didnt know if it was because of how rare her blood happened to be or if it was because he enjoyed the way it made her skin glow. She reminded him of the full moons he would often look up at while he grew up, and as she bled her skin glowed just like the moon did. It took him a lot to not kill her, he ended up killing a deer nearby with a crossbow he invested in two winters ago. He had gutted the poor thing in such a angering way that he had blood stains all over him. He tended not to ever get messy and he had no clue as to why he had just a few moments ago. Everything within him screamed for him to end her existence, but his dark heart beat softly to the sound of her breathing. Why couldnt he just rid of her just like everyone else? Was it the fact that he wanted to become close to someone? To  be their friend? Or was it because she reminded him so so much of his little baby faced sister who had captured his heart many many years ago. 

15 minutes and he cleaned up amazingly, replacing his bloodied shirt with a white button up long sleeve shirt that was rolled up to his elbows. The first couple of buttons were unbuttoned showing his light almond colored skin underneath. He even replaced his bottoms with deep grey silk pants; changing into something comfortable felt good for him even though he hardly ever got much sleep. With meeting her a week ago, his sleep had been rocketing downwards in a speed like lightning, with every time he actually slept he dreamt of his dead sister. Nothing seemed to be going good for him at all, so why didnt he just take the harpy to her? Slit her throat, one quick slash, it wouldve been so simple...

so simple..

He walked from his bathroom,  through his organized room, and out into the main hall. His brownish black hair unraveled more as he leaned into the door way to gaze at her sleeping frame. She was in a different nightgown, which turned out to be one of his massive t-shirts that was made of silk so it wouldnt bother her wounds. The white silk shirt looked amazing against her pale skin, she turned over and nuzzled more into the blankets for warmth. Which caused him to grin, only a little, and walk down the stairs to his kitchen. He was going to cook the deer he had slaughtered moments ago, he was going to make a nice soup...just for her.

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 It was Saturday, she knew that for sure as she slowly opened her eyes in the beginnings of the morning. The birds outside chirped happily, and the light from the rising sun came through the window to her left. The room was automatically a different one once she regained her self, it was far more rich in colors and old fashioned. Will's house had nothing on this room, which made her senses snap together and bring her into a painful sitting position. Where was she? Was the first question as her hand went to her arms, which were bandaged along with her legs. She felt nice...and was the shirt..silk? Her mouth slightly dropped and her heart raced quickly. She slowly got out of bed and stood there her hair falling around her small frame in a beautifully brushed manner. Was this another dream? She began to walk to the door whenever a small wave of nausea hit making her legs wobble like a newborn fawn. Even though she felt like she looked nice, she absolutely knew she felt like crap with how her head threatened to send her into a massive migraine. 

   She fumbled for the door knob and opened the door slowly, a wave of the smell of food hit her in the face. Immediately she closed her eyes and her nose flared, she tried taking in where the amazing smell was coming from so she started to walk to the edge of the stairs. Her deep brown eyes gazed down the many many stairs and into the low lit kitchen. Something within her told her to stay near her room, to get away from the small light that caste across the bottom steps and partially the open living room area. Somewhere in her mind she thought about the set up of the house and figured the kitchen was on the right of the living room, and both were open to one another. She hardly looked at anything but the light as she eased herself down the stairs, her head screamed and her gut urged. The smell was taunting her taste buds that watered. She was quiet and surprisingly quick as she left the bottom step and entered into the dim light that made her dress seem to glow hauntingly, and even passed the expensive furniture without looking. Her eyes were set on the figure that seemed blurry in her vision at first, but focused out whenever she grew nearer. 

 "Hello?" the word left her lips before she even thought about it, it was so soft and cracked at the H. That word alone would forever impact her and Hannibal's memory because just as she spoke the word he turned around and met her eyes with his. To him, she sounded like an angel and to her, his eyes seemed to take her very breath away. If anyone else had been there, they wouldve misinterpreted that moment. They wouldve seen the devil lure an angel down from heaven and take her very soul. 

 Everything had hit her suddenly and became realization, the dream she had thought was a dream turned out to not be one...Her cheeks turned bright red as her head continued to threaten her along with her shaking legs. 

"Good Morning Mitka," Hannibal's voice probed at her mind and soothed some of the pain. "May I help you sit down ?" he walked around the kitchen island and came close to her his scent blending with the food that he was making, and it made her feel warm even though it was a cold day. 

 "Yes.." She whispered softly her voice was hoarse but nothing extremely bad. "Yes you may.." She continued and leaned into him as he wrapped his arm around her waist and direct her to a large leather recliner that she eased back into. Her muscles and bones seemed to groan painfully before she settled into the seat and relaxed. 

 "Youve been through a lot this morning so its best if you just relax your body." He spoke in an even tone as his maroon eyes looked over her and settled into hers, her eyes were so doe like, big and round. She shivered slightly from the temperature within the room, "Ill be right back with a blanket." He said softly, she realized how much of a gentleman he was as he disappeared upstairs and came down with a fur blanket. The fur on top of it was a deep white color, snow rabbit. She shivered more and gave him a little smile as he quickly wrapped it around her, it smelled so much like him. She re framed herself from smelling it as he backed away and looked behind his shoulder at the kitchen, most likely keeping track of whatever it was on the stove.  "Do you understand what all you've put yourself through...?" He asked as he sat on the couch across from her.

 "yes..and no" She couldn't help but laugh awkwardly, it had been so long since she had spoken anything.. Her voice seemed..unlike her. She watched him nod to himself then stand again and looked back up to the kitchen.

 "Ill fix your soup, and while you eat I shall explain." Was all his deep accented voice said before he walked around her chair and to the kitchen. Everything was so dark within the room that it had a strange forgotten effect on it, it was so unlike his office at work. The darkness that surrounded the room was much more darker that black itself, it gave off a feeling of emptiness. Yet everything that she could, sort of, see was beautiful and old fashioned. She happened to be lost within the darkness itself before the lights switched on and blinded her momentarily. "I am very sorry" He apologized as he walked over to her the brilliant architecture of the room jumped out at her. It screamed rich colors and the past.. it screamed of him. She finally looked at him as he held a bowl for her and himself. His rich red eyes gave off a warm glow against his almond skin and his ruffled dark hair, he looked sad and tired but kept a smile on his face. Here he wasnt the psychiatrist, Here he was...Hannibal. Little did she know of what he truly was, a monster infront of her with a beautiful face and a dark heart. She didnt know of his past or of his present, not of all the blood he had spilled and slayed or how he ate his prey to show power. He ATE people for the pleasure of just doing it, and plus..it was a rare taste; a delicacy. She didnt know how much that silent hello whispered to his demons...and seized them.