Product of a Murder

Memories of the Broken

It was days, he had noticed. It was days that she kept herself locked up in her room. It resulted in him bringing and placing her food just outside her door, hoping that she would even try to eat. Never the less, he estimated that she had stopped fully leaving her room for a week and a half. It was truly bothering him that she stopped and made herself her own prisoner. Did he not offer her freedom? Offer her the door? He knew she was staying here for William, but another part of him knew that she was not just doing it for him. She was keeping herself locked here, to keep him from going and doing his hobby. She had hit the nail on the head whenever she hissed and spoke the truth about who he truly was, yet he couldn't exactly push himself to admit it to her. She was not like the many people that lay knowing who he truly was, but those people usually met their death very quickly afterwards. No, she was special, a delicacy. He kept trying to remind himself that he had to kill her, had to rid her innocent existence from the world. Yet, with her innocence it nagged deep within him. He had a plan though.
As he walked to her room and stopped at her door, he finally knocked for the first time in what seemed like forever. He waited yet there was no response, so, he knocked again.
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Answer the door. Her mind screamed at her, Answer the door and it will leave. Numbly she found herself walking towards the door. She felt so empty, she forgot when she stopped eating, she forgot anything but the sleep that claimed her quite often lately. To sleep was to forget. Before she knew it, she was looking up into those red eyes.
    "Mitka...." His voice held uncertainty and as she gained focus on his face she noticed pain wash across his features as he looked her up and down.
    "Yes...Hannibal?" Her voice rasped out and her throat etched with pain. She noticed anger take place as he walked forward his nostrils flaring, and those beautiful red orbs took in the room around her. She almost forgot what she had done to the room before she cracked a smile, her mind reminding her. The day she confronted him about being a killer, she had ran back to her room and turned the whole entire room upside down looking for clues, anything to get away...to escape. Sadly she didn't find anything, and from the look of it Hannibal did not appreciate his beautiful living area being ravished apart. "Ah, I apologize for the mess. If I knew I would be alive this long I would have taken much longer." She could feel the emptiness speak out of her mouth. Her whole body seeped numbness, and she wanted death. She took the entire time away from him to realize how completely worthless she was.
    "That was very rude of you." His jaw clenched as his smooth voice escaped in a hiss, a few days ago she would have felt scared, her body would be shaking at the thought of him being angry with her. She couldn't find any reason to truly care anymore, she wasn't helping anyone or setting anyone free...not yet.
    "I figured you wouldn't like that very much, I must say that I am not sorry though." The smile slowly faded from her face as she looked up at the face of beautiful nightmares. This man with the strong jaw, and perfect posture would be the death of her...and she was okay with it. She had a plan, a plan that would end with the both of them. She wouldn't dare think of it at that moment though as his eyes glared into her soul with pure anger.
    "I see." He nodded. "Must I ask why you decided to destroy my home? My gratitude?" She quickly noted the way his knuckles turned white at the grip he had on the door handle. She could feel some sort of satisfaction later, but for now she stepped back and welcomed him in as if it were her own home. Taunting him.
    "Because I was afraid, Dr. Lecter. I was afraid of you." She twirled to look around the room like a small child would look at flowers in a meadow, but turned back to him. "But, I can now say that I am not afraid any more Hannibal. I am not afraid of you, and I did this to begin a bargain." She watched as he closed the door behind him, and darkness filled the room, darker than she had remembered moments ago. She didn't realize that she had practically dwelled in complete darkness these days.
     "A bargain?" His voice whispered and she could feel her heart pick up its beat, yet it didn't race with fright, it raced with anticipation.
    "Yes" Her voice escaped her as she stood her ground, her numb body slowly growing warm with the plan she had in mind.
    "Begin." Was all he said before she launched into it.
    "You will let Will go, and stop playing with him... his mind." She took a breath and continued. "You let him go, make him forget me and all of the bad things he's has to deal with especially recently, and you continue to be in his life as a friend like you were in the beginning." Silence .
    "And what is your offer?" His voice was much closer than it had been, but she couldn't quite grasp where he was.
    "Keep me, do with me as you will...and no one will find out who you truly are. I know you are not going to stop killing, but please leave Will alone." Her spine stiffened with the sudden reality that bore down on her like a harsh storm on the ocean. Her blood went cold, and with the silence that followed she could practically hear the blood in her veins ice over.
     A chuckle drifted from the far corner of the room.
"May I ask a question, Ms. Williams?" His voice was a soft purr, but he remained where he stood.
"Yes."
"Why must you be so easy to give yourself over to something you are so afraid of?" He made pursuit with his words like a fox with a rabbit.
"Your psychology degree is definitely showing, Hannibal." Was all she could say before he chuckled once more, and began speaking once again.
"You are quick to save your friend, yet you are afraid. You are afraid because once I seal the deal, you will be forgotten. William will make sure of that. I will make sure of it."
Goosebumps erupted on her skin as his words were laid out on a silver platter in front of her. "No." She gasped feeling him closer now, taking her in within the darkness. "No that is not why I am afraid. I am not the one that is afraid of being forgotten... as you can tell.. I have been forgotten once before." She stood her ground as she spilled the words out. "I am afraid of the fact that you can DO that, like some sort of god." She growled. "You control people, but you will never control me. Never. I will be sure of it that I will not go down without a fight." And I will make sure, that you are caught... you fucker. She thought as she smiled.  What she did not realize was how close he had gotten, or the fact that the room had gotten so quiet that even the tense air chilled her to her bones. She could hear her heartbeat, hear the fatal seconds before something sharp stung at her neck. 
   A sort of falling sensation arose within her before an uncomfortable sleep blushed across her. "You say you will fight, but what for...Mitka? Here...you are safe. Here, you can be your true self." Was all she could hear before sleep encompassed her fully.
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He kept himself from trembling as he threw down the needle that had buried in her neck to make her go unconscious. His body, his mind, and his heart was a nervous wreck as the flashbacks of the winter night many years ago circled him like a pack of wolves. She had fallen back into him, he knew she would but it didn't change the fact that the way her body pressed against his sent him into a frenzy. Not the lustful frenzy,no, the frenzy that sent a sort of deja vu fluttering down his spine. He had not felt that way in many years, he had never felt it towards any of his lovers or acquaintances. No the feeling came from that night he had watched his little sister being dragged away from him. The feeling that he would do anything and everything to get her back, to save her and comfort her. As he was beaten down, through her screaming and frantic fighting, he begged for him to be taken...anything...anyone but her.
  I will never go down without a fight... her words stung him like a back lashing, stung him like it had as he had gotten beaten down trying to save his little sister. Mischa fought with everything her tired and sick body could withstand. The images of her tiny little nails scratching at the man's dirty hands, or the wailing of her tear stained face as she dug her heals into the floor to try to keep from being dragged to her death. "HANNIBAL!!!! HANNIBAL!!!"
His world ended at that moment, and nothing could ever piece it back together. Nothing could ever bring her back, and he knew that..but the woman who now rested in his arms. He looked down at her peaceful form to note how small, how fragile, she was. He picked her up fully and cradled her in his arms, hoping that he had enough in him to calm his fast beating heart.
"You would never make it dear." His smile was as broken as he felt as he began to walk to the door, his vision in the dark happened to be exquisite. As he made it out the room, and was finally able to actually take in the details of her face he noticed he had been silently crying. Deep down a guttural and animalistic sound formed in his throat as he pressed his back into the wall and sunk to the floor. How could you be so emotional Hannibal. You should have killed her in the beginning. She is not, and will never be anything like Mischa. You will never be able to get your sister back. This woman hates you. She is disgusted by you, Hannibal. Kill her. Do it now, and she will never have to suffer. To live in your existence is a pain enough, this woman will never make it. She will never love you. No one will ever love you. Another broken sound escaped him as he clutched her head and pressed her upper half into his chest. It was a awkward hug, but he didn't care...he could not contain it. He had not let out his emotions in so many years. Hell, he didn't even know he had such strong emotions until now, and what did it amount too? Nothing. She had to stand up and damn herself, but why? He trembled more. The amount of love, obsession, or whatever you call it that he had was heartbreaking. He had been so careful to break any ties with his feelings, any ties to anyone at all. All of it might-as-well had been for shits and giggles. He cursed himself under his breath. Tears steadily dripped down his face as he put both hands on either side of her face. Just kill her. Get it over with. End her suffering before it even begins. Just one move and he could break her neck.
Just one move.
His thumbs caressed both sides of her face, her small face, the face he'd have to forget. The face that was so imprinted on his mind that he couldn't go a full day without seeing something that reminding him of her. His right thumb trailed from her cheek bone to the edge of her jaw, and ended up running over her soft plump lips. That one night rushed through his memory as he remembered how soft they had been against his own lips, and how her blood was so sweet that he wanted more. He pulled himself together in those few moments before his hands found their place on either side of her head. He had to forget the way she played violin, the way she smiled that night as she danced for him. The way that she had known who he was, but didn't run... didn't hide. Her beautiful eyes...
Enough. You were never meant to love.

Looking up and closing his eyes he composed himself back to his emotionless state of well being, and jerked her head with such force that sent a sickening crunching noise through the air.
"In another lifetime. It could have happened in another lifetime."

Hey lovelies!!!!! Hope you enjoyed this little snippet. The pictures, as you know, aren't mine. And I will continue to try and update more. Just wanting to let you guys know that I haven't forgotten about you all!!! 😊