Hannibal fanfiction!

Scar.

The sound of Hannibal's footsteps, echoed through the hallway followed by your own as you both exit the basement room below.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself. Hannibal was more like you than originally planned and the thought of that excited you.

"Doctor Lecter?" You ask.

"Yes?" He replies.

"It's been a long day and I wanted to freshen up, is that okay?"

Hannibal takes you by the hand gently and leads you into the bathroom you had used to change into your dress earlier.

"You may use one of the fresh towels in the cupboard. I have several unused travel packs below the sink." He instructed.

You smile at Doctor Lecter.

"Thankyou."

"You are very welcome."

Hannibal leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

You approach the cupboard opening it and grab a large fluffy towel. Then to the sink, you see the small "pencil case" looking bags. You unzip one and note the unused toothbrush, toothpaste and assorted hair and body soaps. Awesome. You place one of the small bags on the bench next to a unique looking soap dish.

After turning on the water and running yourself a bath, despite the strange absence of a shower in this bathroom, you begin to undress yourself again in front of the large mirror.

The scar is still there, and you are irrationally surprised at this fact. You trace your hand over it, there is no pain and the incision does not seem overly red or swelled. This is a good sign.

You let the water of the bath absorb you with its warmth and you daydream as you wash your hair. You plan to tell Doctor Lecter about the scar after you are completely clean. Then something would be done and you would be looked after.

The thought of Hannibal nursing you back to health was a comforting one. You had no doubts or fears in your mind.

The air is cold when you lift yourself out of the bathtub, wrapping yourself in the towel you had picked out, you head over to the sink to brush your teeth.

You notice your pants and shirt are folded neatly next to the bath and you pick them up, putting them on. 

It was time, you call out for Doctor Lecter and he appears at the door almost instantly.

"What is the matter?" He asks calmly.

"Doctor Lecter, there's something I need to show you." You say confidently walking over to him.

You wait a couple of seconds then lift your shirt enough to expose the scar.

"I noticed this, earlier. I think it was from the driver, I think he did this to me!" You try to explain.

Hannibal stares at you with a horror stricken face. He grabs your hand a little tighter than usual. And leads you over to the sink. 

"Let me have a look." He says, his expression is no longer readable.

You turn to face him.

"Are we going to go to Jack?" You ask.

"Miss Peters," Hannibal says sadly, "I hope you can understand and forgive me for doing this."

You shoot him a look of pure confusion. Hannibal reaches behind you faster than you can react.

"Doctor Lect-

The soap dish hits the back of your head harder than anything ever had before. The cracked sound echoes in your ears. Bits of it breaking and sticking into your head, others falling onto the floor breaking into even smaller pieces.

Your mouth lets out a choked, terrified sob.

 Hannibal's face looks at yours with a great sadness.

And with that your vision blacks out and you slip into the darkness of your own mind.