Product of a Murder

A Sin With A Grin

 Why hadnt he killed her yet? He kept asking himself as he drove in the darkness of the night, the only words spoken from either of them was her telling him where to turn. He could smell a tension though, maybe it was his. Maybe it was because he knew he should kill her, though the way she watched the shadows of the trees pass by and the way her eyes would glance his way every now and then. Or maybe it was because he knew shed be fun to toy with, he could pull her close...he could have her do anything. He could have her trust him with every ounce of her being, and he could use that to his advantage. He couldnt tell what would happen but knew he should think more about it soon or later, he needed to get her close to him. No matter what. Then he'd figure out his game plan. 

 "Turn right and keep going straight." She looked up at the streetlamps from the city, there were several cars out and a few people disappearing into their houses. "We will end up there" She looked over at him, he could feel her gaze. He wondered what went on through her mind but he shouldnt have cared. He looked over at her giving her a small smile before looking forward again. "So, what made you want to go to town this late?" She questioned. 'Smart girl' he thought smiling even more and even pretended a soft chuckle. Two could play this game.

"Was going to drop by my office to gather some paper work."

"oh.." He turned to her as he entered the parking lot of her apartment building, it looked small against the dark. 

"I was going to get your number, from the office." He watched a confused expression flit across her face as they both stared one another down, and he smiled once again. It was a soft heartfelt smile that was surprisingly real. "I planned on calling you tomorrow morning. My plan was.. to ask you over for dinner."

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 'What?' She thought her eyes widening as he seemed to look deep into her soul with his red eyes, 'What in the hell did he just ask me? Was he trying to ask me to go to dinner?' She felt a soft blush fall upon her face. "Oh." She said softly once again but it was from shock. She couldnt believe that he'd come all the way to just get her number. Why didnt he get it whenever she was leaving? It made sense that he would do that though, she supposed Will's attitude lately made him more angry about everything. Hannibal pulled a smart one, she smiled, and it was all for her.

 "Well, I suppose I could." She returned his smile her cheeks still slightly red from a few minutes earlier. She took the sight of him in, in a light grey suit, his hair combed neatly back against his head, and his eyes oh... his eyes. Her heart began to skip, what was even happening? All he was doing was just asking her to go to dinner. 

 "Thank you." He closed his eyes or a moment before he got out of the vehicle and opened her door for her. She couldnt help but take the fact of how kind he was being to her at that moment, and it excited her. She climbed out of the car and looked over at him and smiled as he closed the door and began walking her to her door. "Any specific time?" She asked softly as they ended up at her door. She watched him look at her, the door, then around them as if he were taking in where he was which seemed pretty natural to her. But the look his eyes held as they ended up back at her made a shiver run down her spine. 

The look of such intensity made her struggle with her thoughts or feelings that she almost missed what he had said. "Does 6 in the evening sound good?" He smiled the intensity wiping away just as fast as it appeared. "Dress nice." She nodded smiling and watched him walk back to his car before she released the breath she had been holding. 

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 "NO no no no PLEASE DONT" The guy across from him struggled against the floor as he tried dragging himself towards the door. It was funny, to Hannibal, how the man tried to play innocent. In all reality the man that whimpered and crawled on the floor towards the door was a man that Hannibal had watched for some time now. 

"Please dont what? Mr Robinson." Hannibal chuckled darkly and put his foot on the man's back, pressing him down into the floor that was crimson with his blood. "Please dont k-ill you?" He laughed once again, he never usually played with his prey but he wanted to get the man's heart racing so high he wanted to listen to him beg. "Do you even know why im here?" 

Robby Robinson released a groan in pain as he could feel the weight of the man above him. "No no I dont but please, whatever Ive done PLEASE dont kill me." His voice trembled and Hannibal laughed once again at the 45 year old man seemed to tremble below him. 

"Usually Im very clean at what I do, but I believe a man." He remarked "Such as you." He lifted his foot and walked over to where the mans face lifted to look at the door was. He bent down and grabbed the man's face. "Whom sells and rapes children." He pointed out and watched the color fade from Robby's face. "deserves a messy death. Yes?" Hannibal knew by the man's face, that he had struck something deep within.  "