Hannibal Fanfic

Meeting

Emma Wilson; New York, America

Finally, a vacation. I thought to myself as I board the plane, hearing the usual annoying high pitched voice of the flight attendant- reason off the rules.

Is she always like this? I sigh in disgust, taking my seat next to the window on the middle classes plane. It's just nicer and cheaper for these types of planes, anymore. Besides, I'll need money for Paris.

Oh Paris. I find myself smiling at the thought. Paris, the city of love but it also has great art and supposedly great food; something I couldn't wait for, much longer.

I find myself sitting back and relaxing, closing my eyes as I fell asleep. Next stop, Paris.

Paris, France; early morning

I yawn softly, having heard something as I open my eyes- people were leaving the plane. Looks like we finally landed. Thank God we didn't crash.

I stand up, grabbing my backpack as I start to walk off the plane, going to the suitcase pick up line as I wait there. I soon find myself tapping my foot impatiently, it was taking forever and it seemed like I was the last one there.

I soon found myself, without a suitcase, and at a hotel as I set down by backpack. I couldn't help but be upset that they lost my stuff in the plane or whatever but they gave me some money for supplies which was nice. At least they cared enough to do that. After browsing the gorgeous streets, I find some shops I like and buy myself a few outfits. They should work for the remainder of the trip, and they look cute. So I pay the cashier and head to my hotel.

I find myself getting ready for the day, wearing a navy blue dress with a white collar that was sleeveless and I grabbed my bag as I started to walk towards the door. I made sure the door locked before I started walking, soon going to the art museum.

Paris, France; early afternoon

I stand in front of a painting, looking at it as I seemed to be the only one around before I saw someone else by me- admiring the same painting. He appeared to be mid forties, but still had a strong build. He was wearing a crisp dark blue suit, it looked almost black but not quite. He had on a white fedora, and in the pocket of his suit was a neatly folded red handkerchief.

I look at him for a moment more before I look back at the painting, creating small talk. "Fascinating painting, isn't it?" I remark, my thick British accent ringing through my voice. Curse my accent. I growl in my mind as I glance over at him.

Hannibal Lecter; Paris, France; early afternoon

I stand in the National Museum of Paris, gazing around, my eyes trying to catch every detail. There is so much beauty in the strokes of the paintings, it's absolutely enchanting. One, in particular catches my eye, I'm not the only one who likes it, as a beautiful woman stands in front of it. I walk silently to the painting, until I'm next to her. She is beautiful, with blonde hair that cascades around her shoulders, and the blue dress she wears sets off her blue eyes. She catches me off guard by addressing me.
"Fascinating painting, isn't it?"

"Yes it's quite remarkable, I should think it the best painting here, wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh, it is remarkable in my opinion but every painting is beautiful in the eyes of the beholder," the woman says softly, looking at me with her crystal blue eyes. She is quite fascinating. I find myself thinking. I haven't met someone as interesting as her for a long time, not since my dear Clarice. "What is your name, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh, my name is Emma. Emma Wilson," Emma answers as she looks away, "A bland name, if you ask me."

"Not at all." I reply " Emma is a Germanic name, it means whole, or universal, and it's a very beautiful title to have."

"If you say so, sir, but that's not how it is in society and with the co-workers. Not very nice, but it's an okay job," Emma says softly as she looks back at me, she was a curious thing.

"My name is Hannibal, and I think it's an absolute pleasure to meet you. What is your job? Better yet I have an idea, instead of blocking this beautiful painting from the view of others, and asking questions we should have dinner. Does that sound alright? You're a very fascinating woman, and I'd love to know more about you."

"You say a lot more than normal people, I like that," she states softly before continuing, "First off, that sounds lovely to go elsewhere and talk. Secondly, I work for the FBI- but I'm just on vacation."

"I look forward to it, how about 6:00 sharp, we'll meet at the restaurant two blocks down from here, it's a very tasteful establishment. I think you'll like it miss Emma."

"Sounds lovely, see you then Mister Hannibal," Emma says and with that we separate.

This is a fanfiction my friend and I have been working on. My friend has never seen Hannibal, so I do his parts while she does Emma's. I hope you like it and please leave feed back : )