The Prison of Time (Hannibal)

Part 1

Her eyes fluttered open as her body and mind began to wake up from her slumber, her eyes staring at the ceiling for a moment while she tried to wake herself up. With a light groan she reached over and picked up her phone, disconnecting the charger. The screen lit up and she saw the words:
"Missed call from Hannibal Lecter"
Her eyes squinted and she saw he had called her at 6am.
Why does he always call so early? She thought to herself.
The last thing she wanted to do was speak to him right now, but she also wanted to get it over with.
'Ah, my dear,' he greeted, 'I apologise for calling so early, I forget that you wake up rather late,'
Annoyance ran through her body just at the sound of his smart ass voice.
'Hannibal, it's 8am.'
'Yes, four hours after I wake up,' He said.
She fought to roll her eyes again at his antics.
'Anyway, that isn't important,' he interjected, 'I'm having a dinner party a few days from now and I thought it might be nice if we caught up before then, of course you're invited but I would rather catch up one on one before that.'
It was an odd request to say the least.
She hesitated for a moment before responding, 'yeah sure, do you want me to come over this afternoon?'
'That would be preferable, I'll have a nice bottle of wine ready for you,' he said.
'Sounds good, I'll see you at 3pm,' She said.
She sat in her bed for a moment. Maybe she had just watched too many horror films but something in her gut was telling her something was off about this.
Will had warned her many times to not ever go to Hannibal's place alone.
She decided it was best to text Will just incase she went missing that afternoon.
"Going to Hannibal's this afternoon, if I end up dead, that's why."

Dressed in some simple jeans and a t-shirt she was ready to head to Hannibal's house to have what she hoped wasn't her last glass of wine.
She stood in front of Hannibal's door and glanced at her phone seeing Will hadn't read her text message.
Yep, this is where I die.
'My dear,' his deep voice broke her from her trance, 'lovely to see you.'
She looked at him and smiled, hiding her nerves.
'Hannibal, you too.'
He led her inside before speaking once again, 'I trust your studies are going well?'
She glanced around the house she had practically memorised by now from the multiple occasions she had accompanied Will to a dinner party.
'Yeah, it's going well. Only one year left,' She said.
Hannibal paused and turned around, a certain look in his eyes that she didn't recognise.
'And...how are things with you and Will?'
'They're fine,' she said with hesitation, 'why do you ask?'
'I know you two have grown quite,' he paused, 'close.'
He stepped forward, the look in his eyes seemed almost affection. His cold hand caressed her cheek. She knew there was more to this then just a nice glass of wine between friends.
'What's the real reason you wanted me here?' She said, her voice only a whisper.
'I found myself getting quite fond of you,' he said, his hand caressing her face lovingly, 'but then I found out about you and Will, that one night you had spent together. I was rather...upset.'
The emotions in his eyes changed so suddenly she had barely noticed. His hand moved quickly and took a fistful of her hair. Forcing her to bear her neck to him.
'I'm sure you would make a lovely entree,' he said. The first thing she felt was the coolness of a blade against her throat and then the warmth from her own blood.
His hand gripping her hair tightly while the world seemed to stand still. Her vision blurred and her breath was taken from her chest. Her head hit the floor with a sickening crack.
The sound of her own skull cracking caused her to wake up in her bed where she had awoke not even seven hours ago.
Sweat covered her body, her eyes darting around like a deer caught in a hunters trap.
'What happened?' She said, disbelief evident in her voice.
"Missed call from Hannibal Lecter."
She stared at her phone in disbelief. She stared at the date and time making sure she hadn't somehow skipped an entire day.
Cautiously she dialled Hannibal's number.
'Ah, darling,' he greeted the same, 'I apologise for calling so early, I forget that you wake up rather late.'
She paused before finding the courage to speak again, 'Yeah, sorry, I just woke up.'
'That's alright, darling. I'm having a dinner party a few days from now and I thought it might be nice if we caught up before then, of course you're invited but I would rather catch up one on one before that,' he said. She paused for a moment, her hand slowly caressing the skin on her neck
'You want to catch up. Yeah, sure.'
Touching the skin of her neck she remembered the feeling of her flesh being sliced open.
'How does 3pm sound?'

'Sure, sounds good.'

With panicked breathing, she ran around her house in search for any kind of weapon. Thankfully she found a pocket knife and quickly hid it in her jeans.
'Might help.' She said to herself. She made her way out of the door, deciding to not text her former lover this time.

Standing at Hannibal's door once more, the feeling of her own blood coating her body rushed back to her.
Suddenly a voice drove her away from the gruesome thought, 'lovely to see you, darling.'
'Hannibal,' she paused, 'great to see you too.'
They walked through the house once more, everything being exactly the same as her "dream".
'I trust your studies are going well?' He asked.
'It's fine,' she replied.
'And how are things with you and Will?'
Her hand slowly found its way to her pocket, feeling the cool steel of her pocket knife.
'They're fine,' she said. He stepped closer and looked down at her with a curios gaze.
'I wonder why you brought a knife to a catch up with friends, darling,' he whispered, 'do you really not trust me?'
The look in his eyes was enough to tell her that she wasn't just crazy, he wanted her dead. She acted as fast as she could, fumbling with the pocket knife. Unfortunately Hannibal was much quicker, plunging a blade into her stomach. The feeling was like nothing she had felt, she never really wanted to know what it felt like to have your organs pierced.
'Fuck,' she said. The pain causing her to feel sick to her stomach, that now had a hole in it.
'I wish I could've made it painless, darling,' he whispered, 'but, you just had to try and fight me, didn't you?'
His hand held her face once more. His eyes filled with pleasure at the thought of watching her die. With he last bit of strength she raised her blade to stab his cold heart.