Hannibal's Admirer

chapter four

Police, detectives, and paramedics flooded the cannibal's studies. The room was loud with conversation and movement, nobody was still for more than a few seconds. People crowded Doctor Bloom bombarding her with questions and medical procedures and evidence collecting. As soon as Jack and Will pulled up, they ran upstairs and rushed to the office.

"EVERYBODY WHO ISN'T DIRECTLY RELATED TO THIS CASE GET OUT IMMEDIATELY." Jack's voice was loud and a slight shake to his voice revealed his fear for his dear colleague. When the bulk of the crowd was through exiting only two paramedics remained and a police man stood guard outside the office door.

"What happened Alana?" Will walked towards the injured woman and keeled down.

"I-I... I don't know." She closed her eyes trying to recollect what had happened when Jack put a hand on her shoulder, reassuring her that she was okay.

"Hannibal- What happened?" he demanded. Hannibal straightened himself and flattened his suit, "Let's sit down, yes?" Jack complied with the man's request and sat attentively.

"Doctor Bloom arrived at my door-"

-LATER THAT NIGHT-

"I'm assuming she found you?" the Irishman sneered.

"I care about her." Hannibal admitted, "If you ever touch her again, I will not kill you. I will kill everyone you have ever cared about. I will string their bodies out in front of you and let you watch the life drain out of each and every one of their eyes. I will continue to do this to any one you should think appropriate to begin to care about and I swear on everything that you will rue the day you were born." His breath carried heavily through the line.

"You cared about Abigail too, and look where she is now."

Hannibal's breath caught as the words rolled off of his tongue.

"And what about your sister?" the man continued, "You hurt the people you care about, Doctor Lecter. I just sped up the process a bit."

"I NEVER ONCE LAID A FINGER ON MY BABY SISTER." Hannibal's strong, emotionless outer shell blew up as he slammed his fist on the desk.

"You certainly didn't do anything to stop it." the man on the other line continued to taunt.

He couldn't speak, he was so mad, it overwhelmed his senses and anger coursed through every vein and up his spine.

"Angry Doctor Lecter? Excellent, it's about time. Open the door, and show me."

The cannibal slowly looked up at the door as the other line hung up. Three, slow knocks sounded through the office bouncing off his eardrums and echoing throughout the air.

"Open the door and show me."  a voice sounded from behind the door.