Product of a Murder

Candlelight

Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her and find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she see through the bars of his plight and ache for him?

She would never forget the music. For the longest time she never knew what her passion was, since she had her incident everything had been a confusing blur. Though the moment she walked into Hannibal's home she knew. She knew from the smell of the food and the beautiful melodies that caressed her form as she walked in, that this was a dream she always had.

"Violin?" Was the first words from her lips, her eyes glazed over with a uncertainness of memories and the tips of her fingers twitched with the want to play.

"Yes madam." She had caught the wonder within his eyes, those red eyes that one could always find something new in. She felt as if, right as she stepped into the door, that she entered a new world a world that was far more fascinating than any other. It brought so many memories to her and made her heart swell. "Do you like?"

"Yes." She breathed her eyes closed as she nibbled her bottom lip, she trained herself (when she worked in the field especially) to listen and feel the scene around her. This time it was so much more different than any other she had ever encountered. "Thank you for inviting me..."

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"Youre very welcome." He said softly his hand going to the mid of her back so he could walk her to the table. But he was stuck in the moment by the look on her face, the beauty that yelled at him. The way her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, the way her hair formed around her face. Her stance and the way her shoulders were bare, so clean and so beautiful, or her neck that had a gorgeous pendant that hung just above her bust.

No one ever made him feel this way...no woman ever brought attention to his heart. The feeling was interesting, he couldn't explain it and something deep down screamed at him to stop. Tonight he promised he'd make her forget about everyone but him, so why was he so reluctant to that? Was he afraid of love? Could this ever be love?

"Hannibal?" His name escaped her lips with a beautiful melody that pulled the strings on his heart, making him come back to reality and look at her his hand had traveled to the bottom of her back but she didn't seem like she minded. Her body told him so many things, and it drove him insane with how much she looked like a woman... how she was so damn beautiful.

"yes?"

"What are we having?" She looked at the table that they had both started walking too. She had a grace about her that made everything in the room hazy. He felt so weak and he needed the control at that moment, but remembered...

"Its a specialty. And a secret." He gave her a sly smile and pulled a seat out for her. "trust me though, it will be very good feast." She sat down and he helped himself with her drink, a beautiful red wine that would bring the red in her lips out. He watched her as she took a sip slowly, taking in the drink with smell then taste. She had so much in common with her that it was truly driving him insane.

"Thank you, seriously. I wish there was a way I could repay you." She said softly as he sat down, the words made him smile deeply. What was this feeling? The tension in the air made everything so much more interesting.

"No need to worry about anything right now, I just want you to enjoy." He took a sip of his wine and looked up at her before he uncovered the dishes.

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The candle light licked at his features, and honestly she knew she couldn't resist to look into his red eyes. Everything about this moment...everything. Was changing her outlook on him, on Will, and even on herself. Her world was eroding over by the devil himself, and she only awaited for him to control the strings. The food, the taste everything made her skin crawl with a tension she never experienced before.

"This is wonderful!" Was all she could say as she closed her eyes and pursed her lips, tasting the food whenever she felt the air change.

"Ms. Williams?" She could hear his voice behind her chair his lips near her ear, his breath. Her heart automatically skipped and her skin broke out in chill bumps her neck seemed to be on fire. What was he doing? She didn't open her eyes but leaned back to him, as if saying "Yes?" She could feel the heat coming off of his body.

"May I speak with you?" He asked her, his voice so sweet to her ears which caused her whole body to catch fire.

"Yes." She whispered, and opened her eyes noticing they were actually done with the food it had just been so good that she didn't want to stop eating. She turned her head slightly to find him still so close, his eyes gave her a coldness that sent shivers up her spine.

"May I have a dance?" he questioned softly offering his hand to her and stood up, again, catching her by surprise. She gave him a soft smile and stood from her seat and took his hand, their touch sparked. She couldn't believe how soft his hands were or how gentle he held hers; she allowed him to take her to the main living room. The music collided with her as she recognized how deep the cello bellowed and how the violin danced through intertwining with such a beautiful sorrow. Her heart hitched in her chest and her throat tightened, this song.. She looked at him with a strange curiosity as he brought her close, his face filled with a look she had never seen in a man. Was he nervous? Was he happy? She focused on the music but couldn't help notice how his hand rested on her side, or how his other hand encased hers.

She was thoroughly surprised with how well she could keep up with the pro that stood in front of her, she never recalled dancing but her body did. Her body told her many things that her brain never registered, and it scared the hell out of her. It scared her to the point that she wasn't all afraid, she wanted to dance, she wanted to look into his deep maroon eyes, she wanted his touch.

"You wanted to talk?" She had to tear away the thoughts that weren't, at all, helping the situation or the tension. She didn't know what was possessing her and she had to run from it, she couldn't afford to get herself into something beyond their friendship...if it was even a friendship.

He smiled softly "aye, yes." and twirled her slowly but made a point of dragging her body to his; causing her eyes to close and her arms and legs break out in a chaos of chill bumps. What the hell was he even thinking?! She couldn't stop herself as she leaned into him and listened to the words spilling off of his tongue.

"Lets talk about you."

The candle light continued to flicker across the room lighting his eyes on fire as he watched her body react to the way he touched her. She was so delicate..so innocent, her smell, her breathing, her skin and the way the blood rushed to the surface. She was blushing...because of him and he couldn't help but feel...fixated on that. In reality he didn't want to know anything about her, he didn't want to talk to her..he wanted to talk about Will. He wanted to get RID of her....Take her away from everyone and wipe her from the ground that she inhabited. She wasn't rude or bad, which caused his frail evil heart to shutter with uncertainness.

"What about me?" was all she could manage as she tried to turn around and face him, his hands dug into her hips and kept her in place causing her to shutter and close her eyes once again. He was glad she stayed in place and didn't fight, because he couldn't see her. If he saw her he'd feel that he'd lose something within himself and do something quite stupid. His jaw was locked as he leaned forward, his eyes watching the pulse in her neck beat quickly. What was he doing?

"Tell me...what is on your mind? what are your goals? Who are you...really?" He didn't know what to say, but he had to occupy himself before he lost control.

"I'm just average. A normal girl who doesn't have many intentions for a brighter future." Her voice was filled with warmth. "There is literally nothing interesting about me." She announced in awkwardness. He stopped the dancing his eyes growing dull and cold.

"Come with me... I need to show you something."