Hannibal Fanfic

Dinner with a killer

Hannibal Lecter; Paris, France; Early evening

I start to unbutton the top button of my navy tailored shirt and put my black tie on. For the dinner I've put on my favorite black trousers and dress shoes. She was telling the truth about her identity, I know because no one can lie to me. But what if she finds out, I need to keep an eye on her no matter what, Ive stayed well hidden for so long. I'll keep up my act until I figure out how to deal with her, besides it's quite fun. I love a challenge. I smirk to myself, with one last look in the mirror by the door, I head out.

Emma Wilson; Paris, France; early evening

I stand in front of the mirror, curling my golden hair so it could be different instead of stick straight. My hands had multiple burns on them from the curling iron, since I had slipped quite a lot.

Hannibal.. Where does that name sound so familiar? I think to myself, looking at the mirror as I mindlessly fix up my hair. My mind drifts to work, as I soon realize where I heard his name from- from the Americans.

Hannibal.. If he's that one, then he's the one who escaped.. A.. Well, one who eats their own kind.. I think to myself as I shake my head lightly, grabbing my purse as I stuck my gun in there.

So I'm going to dinner, with him? This is not what I expected to be doing on my vacation at all. I say softly, fixing my hair before I get my dress on. What do I do? Do I play along and get information before making any persecutions? That seems reasonable.

I soon find myself, walking out the door to the restaurant. Tonight, for sure, was going to be interesting.

Hannibal Lecter; Paris, France; 6:00 pm

I stroll leisurely on the streets of Paris, its beauty captures the eyes of anyone walking. Sadly I don't have time to think on it, I smile to people, as I think of ways to dispose of my little problem. Why do that though? Let's have a little fun with our new toy. The idea goes through my mind and I smile, as I reach the restaurant. It's on the river side and the outside is beautifully decorated with lights that fall on the river and reflect. I don't have to wait long before I see my gorgeous agent, she's in black heeled sandals, that make her about my height. And a bright red dress that reminds me of fresh blood. "Good evening Miss Wilson, I love the dress."

I see her hesitate for a moment before she answered, as if she was nervous.
"Thank you, and you look lovely yourself," Emma says softly.

She knows, no question. Her pause was a dead give away. Let the game begin. "It's such a beautiful night, I'm glad we went out, shall we?"

"Yes, we shall," Emma says politely as I could tell that she would've came prepared- if she did know, of course, and she does know about me. I take her hand gently which makes her shiver slightly, it makes me inwardly smile. I lead her in where a man asks if we have a reservation. "Yes it should be under Lecter, Dr Lecter actually." The man looks on the list.
"I'm sorry Monsieur right this way." He takes us to a quiet table overlooking the river, it's got a red tablecloth, and a candle in the center. I take him aside giving him my instructions quietly. "You are not to serve us, just let us be and you know what to do when I leave." The man looks at me and gives a slight nod as he walks off. I go back to the table, wearing my most charming smile.

Emma Wilson; Paris, France; evening

After what I've found out, I've been wanting to scream out "I know what you are and what you do!" But I couldn't bring myself to do it, as we both sit at the table in silence. I just couldn't say such a thing, but I think the curiosity was getting the best of me right now.

I kept my purse nearby, knowing I had my gun there just in case but it didn't make me feel any safer.

"I hope this table is to your liking my dear." He says, but it's got a second meaning, something underneath that's daring me to run away. He's challenging me.