Hannibal is a dangerous serial killer in Louisiana , suddenly fascinated with a unlikely cop: Will Graham. Guilt, empathy, murder and a dangerous growing obsession between the two murder husbands.
(Smut scene is chapter 9 Love Crime, close to the en...
The sound of machinery was deffaning. A steady chorus of beeps in the dark. The deep sleep beconned for him, but the cloud of peacful darkness would lift slightly with each passing moment. The beeping suddenly started to escalate, and panic set in. Where was he?
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Eyelids fluttered open and greated with a painfully white room. Senses started to comeback one at a time and the awareness of tubes down his throat was all too much. One at a time, he pulled out the tubes, irritating the inside of his esophagus. His weak limbs could barely support the weight of walking, suddenly crumbling to the floor with gasps of pain; he grabbed at the bandages of his stomach to discover a neatly stiched wound. As he kneeled at his hospital bed, the events of the unfortunate night came pouring back. The call. Man with a knife. A girl... He hadn't had the time to crawl back onto his beding when the sound of a door opening startled him frozen. The figure that walked in was a tall man in a doctors coat. His features were startling, with high cheekbones covered by fair skin, and framed with a square jaw and silvery blonde hair that was perfectly combed aside. But what was startling of all were the pair of almond shape eyes, a piercing maroon. The red eyes darted towards the slumped man on the floor of his bed, his own watery blue pair meeting the dominate gaze. "You're awake. Would you like some assistance Mr. Graham?" a rhetorical question it seems, as the doctor glided over to him to help. Will noticed the soft European accent of the man with mild curiosity; but for now there were more important things to think about. After letting the doctor assist him, Will awkwardly avoided eye contact as he soon became very aware of the limited amount of clothing he was wearing. "Thank you, doctor..." "Lecter. Dr. Hannibal Lecter. I am your surgeon and carer whilst you're here. Do you remember why you are here Mr. Graham?" Dr. Lecter asked politely as he took a seat at the foot of Will's hospital bed. Flashes of memory sprung into his consciousness. "Yes..." Will shifted uncomfortably, "I remember being called to investigate a reported area for suspicious activity. There was a man who stabbed me, and a girl..." A lump in his throat started to form as he remembered the gaze of that poor girl. She had been completely slashed. "The girl, did she make it?" his hopeful eyes finally met with the maroon gaze. The answer was sickeningly obvious. "I'm sorry to say that the girl you saw that night did not make it. Did you know her personally?" "No, I just... " words failed to Will. "What was her name?" "Abigail Hobbs. She was 17 years old. Tragic loss." Feelings of sorrow over whelmed Will, numbed and cold; like the body of Abigail Hobbs. The girl he couldn't save. "What about the man. Was he caught? Do you know who he was, what the motive was..?" this seemed to provoke a head tilt from the Doctor. "If you feel up to hearing the truth, I am willing to tell you everything you'd like to know. But first I should ask you simple questions of necessity; would you like any food or water?" Primal need for solid food was enough to postpone the conversation for the moment. "Yes, food and water sounds great." Dr. Lecter smiled.
After two glasses of much needed water and couple of sandwiches, the conversation resumed. "The man who attacked you was Garret Jacob Hobbs. Abigail was his daughter. It is unknown what the motivation of his crimes were, but when the SWAT team raided the Hobbs' home they found his wife dead too. Garret Jacob Hobbs was then gunned down in the kitchen by a trooper. The reason you're alive is because the homicide department had gotten another call from a witness; if it weren't for the witness you would have bled out." Will sat staring at his fidgeting hands, nodding solemnly to the words of the Doctor as his mind started to work its analysis. "And how long have I been asleep?" There was a short pause. "Two weeks. You fell into a coma after the incident. I know this is a lot to interpret Mr. Graham and if you'd like to sometime alone to call someone, or perhaps I can assign a trauma councler for you?" the question was respectful in everyway. But why did it sound so taunting? "I don't need anyone to poke around my head. I'm a police officer in Homicide, I can handle this. And .. oh god... my dogs-" Will suddenly jerked up right and stared wildly at Dr. Lecter. "I need to get to my home immediately." Lecter's gaze never left Will's as he spoke in reassurance, "There is no need for you to panic, your address was checked after the lack of 'emergency contact', where your feline companions were discovered. I personally volunteered to hire a care taker to feed and water them whilst you are being hospitalised." Will was taken aback. He wasn't sure if this was a normal thing for someone to do, but he didn't want to dwell on it much longer. The silence between them had lasted a beat too long before he answered with a simple shaky "Thank you" and a smile. Dr. Lecter seemed to reciprocate, but the smile never reached his eyes... "Shall I leave you to rest?" "No, no I think I've rested rested long enough. If I'm not keeping you back, I'd enjoy the company of the man who saved my life." The request for the Doctor to stay was more than just out of curtesy, it was silently a plea to not be left alone with his own thoughts. Will feared that his mind could turn against him after going through more psychological trauma. Lecter checked his watch. "Luckily I do in fact have time. If you would like-" Dr. Lecter was interrupted by ringing. A phone on the opposing wall was ringing. Lecter stood to pick it up, conversing to someone on the other line for only a few seconds before turning to Will; "A co-worker of yours is on the line. He wants to know if you feel up to giving your opinion on something. I'm assuming its a matter of work." Will reached for his glasses on the desk and sighed. "Well now that I'm awake I suppose I can at least make use of myself. Please Doc, send him in."
A few minutes had passed after Dr. Lecter left, and one of Will's police co-workers replaced his company. Will didn't know the bearded man personally. Then again, he didn't know anyone personally. Officer Wilson had come in with a file thick enough for it to be evident to Will what Wilson wanted before he had even asked. "Have you been told about Garret Jacob Hobbs?" was his leading question. Will sighed. "Yes, the man killed his wife and daughter, slashed me up pretty good then was gunned down" "Good, well the case had been pretty much solved until today; last week the body of Abigail Hobbs was stolen from her autopsy and discovered just this morning in a cabin the Hobbs family used. The department is stubbed, and the FBI are likely to take over if we don't handle this. Its your call to give us a lead, we're all out" the earnest tone of the large man truly betrayed his defeat. Will opened the file and looked at the photos: in a wooden room full of stag horns hung the pale naked corps of Abigail Hobbs. The antlers sticking out of her torso, her black hair curtained her face, a display of cruelty. Shivers ran through Will and the feeling of helplessness came back. "... Um, was this Mr. Hobbs' cabin? How often was it used?" "Close friends say a lot, the maniac was a hunter. He'd take his daughter there too. Do you have any idea who would do this?" Will nodded to every word, half listening whilst he lost himself in the evidence. "No, this wasn't anyone who knew Mr. Hobbs, not personally at least. I'm sorry but I'm going to need some more time. Give me till morning, I'll have something by then." Wilson nodded gravely and left. The room felt uncomfortably quite making Will wish that Doctor Lecter had stayed; something about that man attracted Will. He had an air of perfect stability and intellect, judging by his accent it was safe to assume the man also travelled; a perfect companion to help Will keep distracted from his mind whilst he stays in recovery. It would be likely for him to stay here for another month, if not more.
